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The ache of being a house without value

December 2, 2009

Joel Akin

  It is the same in all the world of men. There was a decree and men at the top said “Let us tax” and they held a tax to our head and flushed us down the drain.

It is the same as men to see that if God is on one side of the coin then Caesar was always on the other side and that meant leaders but what if God were meant to be the head of the coin and not the tail? What if Caesar were the house of men and it meant ‘to take the house of men and sift it’ for the sake of a story of men wanting life and wanting a dream to work?

The point is that God held up the light and the light of men was lost. Men held the light up and no one saw it and no one knew and no one heard. Then God took them who had seen the light and turned them around so they heard him speak. He took history and threw it out and compared his life with every life on earth.

Then he took everyone who saw themselves as better and compared them to this one and saw that he held the light up no matter what.

Yet it was the light that was the post of lights for the whole name of lights and that is God and God cared enough to point out that all the dreams of men were on the line and they wanted to know who was behind the story.

After all if there were a man that could hold up his light and shrink back at the same time then what was he but a coward or a chicken? For such a man had failed to stand up for himself and failed to flaunt his measure of life.

Yet the story of life is that a hit on him by a woman made his house collapse. It was a hit on the house of a dream and the dream was the dream of a house man showing that  he was something special while in his heart he felt like a failure.

Why? Because of all the people in all the world he had hurt and hurt and hurt whenever he tried to make a difference. It were as if the whole world saw him as a tiny blot which must be cleansed from the earth.

It is this which is a lie but the fact of the matter is it is the truth and the truth is the nature of a spirit of darkness that saw him and put him into his place until he learned one thing, prayer.

Thus the story of life is the story of a chicken but not a coward. The story of a chicken is the story of a house of men who were burnt up. They were burnt up by pain and burnt up by life and called for one man, a man of prayer, to come and settle the dispute. He did. He came in and the dog in the house fell and the dog settled down for it was the dog of the house which built up steam over the house of the quill.

The house of the quill was representative of the sickness and disease which had grown such deep roots in the land that it brought forth a house full of sickness in the people. We who were rooted in the land held but we fell at a time when men of God were falling to their death all over the globe because the dog fell to the earth with its leeches on it still.

The leeches were there to see if men knew how but few wanted to know such things. Instead the will of man was to fight the war of sickness in the natural and this was the world where the spiritual men of our world turned for answers to what seemed to be just things IN the natural. Thus when we as Christians fell we turned our life to the men of the natural for answers and we fell deeper into a groove of darkness. We fell to the sea and to the men and to the groove and to the groove until no one saw us anymore.

We had fallen not into a rut but a wall of ruts so deep that no one knew where we were. We needed a man to pray but pray with insight only no one knew how.

God taught me and showed me that I had come to a place of life and had come to a place of hope and had reached a place of near flight.

The problem is that the feather was there but compressed and it needed help to be seen.

Thus the problem wasn’t me nor men of flight but the fall of old lines that had tried to break through. They were fallen lines of men above and they fell and fell and fell and fell until all the lines in history, in total, or in totality, fell upon us who were men.

It would have been a total disaster had it not been for one thing, I knew it was coming and I had been hit by the first part of the story before anyone knew that the hole in life had fallen upon the man.

The man was me but I held onto the stack and balanced it up to God who held it up for the time and for the times of this story.

Yet in the sea there remained a giant. He was big and ugly. He held the light up and quashed it again and again until finally it began to rain.

The rain kelled the sea and broke the lee and carried the sea up to men above who had seen what I could do while in prayer. They held onto it and broke the curse on the land and called forth a house of prayer that I might see what I had done.

It was the end of the day and I wanted to buy some movies to see but I failed to understand that the money I felt guilty about using was the house of men and they wanted money blessed in the system to be used by me so I could help them up in prayer.

The Aeon Flux was a story of a woman modified by people and it meant the story of Hope. Yet in a way the day didn’t end badly as there is a station called Pandora forbidden to me in Canada. I hope to buy it, a box cutter, if I can get past the law of men who must hold onto value to keep it from falling into the hands of those who are thieves. It is this reason why hiding as a thief failed me and I was brought to the side of life that was and is a curse on life, hiding on one hand and failing to prove my worth on another.

Thus the value of this is the value of time. Perhaps tomorrow I can share my story more but for now the value of this is that God sees me.

What this means is that God is the house of pen and pen is the house of men and men is the house to overcome the fen. The fen is the wen and the wen is the sea. The sea carries the wee side of life but it is the wee of the head.

Thus the wee little head heard that it was God on the line and this is God who wants life to be more then failure in reaching for what is wanted and settling for something new and different.

In other words if there is a desire then follow it by studying what is available out there then trying to find it or by praying for it to rise up and be happy. Otherwise the day will end as a shallow line of men trying to break the line and trying to find a way of discouraging it, the line, with houses of penmanship gone bad.