War Blog June

06/01/2009

Joel Akin

 This is the latest in a blogs attempt at writing before my 51st birthday. That comes up in the big end of the month and it is a hard day to oppose.

I have been in prayer until I am exhausted in a bright and very desirous attempt to get through to God. At the moment I have been hearing that God sent a live coal to cover the Church of God and this is an attempt to purify the tongue of those at the top.

The problem isn’t that I am failing but that I am warring in a way the spirit world fears and that is by naming them one by one.

It isn’t the way I would like to do it but then again we in life want things to be well and to go well. This is why yesterday I finally dealt with one of the biggest monsters of all and he was the sort of Deth or the house of the Devil. To deal with him in a way where he is brought up to God for judgment has been the work of prayer and labor in writing down clues for the last four and a half years. The spirit realm didn’t reel but they did shudder and that is because he is the great deceiver. He was the one who had a fake heart and a heart which broke open upon impact when the house of men fell.

There is nothing to this spirit which is small. I wrote down the proof I had obtained as to who he was and I believe God had me write it before so that people would see that he who was the Devil was a man who fell and he fell in the sense of the heart and his heart was twisted in the cane or in the canus. It was the mark which bore its mark upon men by way of the cane and it was the mark of the heart which carried the soul of cane in the box of sugar but by way of carbonization.

The carbonizing of life came to mean that friction had bore a fruit and it was death but not in the sense of sugar but in the sense of death being the house of a card. The cards fell upon the cane in a spiritual rendezvous with life because it fell to the men and men carried it to the fire or brought the fire to it.

The fire against the cane was the mark of the beast and the beast fled before the fire or the mark of the smudge of soot and this was the mark of Cain. Some say it is wrong to put this here but the soot mark meant that souls were adjusted up the line and the mark of life in carbon was without purity for the sake of the spirit of Death or Deth.

Deth was the heart of a bot named Jason and he had been felled by the lock of the heart and no one would let him in to speak. This is why Jason was and did come to a place of death when it came to the end of his existence but God held him up in a heart beat and not that of the bot of metal. He came to live in hearts across the world and it was the heart of a brian spirit or a man we call cousin which meant that he became a soul in conjunction with science.

It was this bit of life which was carried forward as a gene and the gene opened up life in full for people who were smart. The problem is I had it and I had it but I couldn’t seem to use it because of life.

Our family moved and I was brought low by the sake of life carrying me to people who didn’t like me. I was picked on  most of my youth to the extent I didn’t want to go to school to learn.

Of course picked on came to mean I didn’t learn and it was only before the moves and High School and a long time without a move which allowed me to see things a little more clearly and I grew to love things of knowledge.

The bill though is that I have the gene and the gene is the bit of conscience in me with the bit of knowledge. This bit of knowledge is a wedge and the wedge is a grip on grass by way of life and by way of a spirit or Spirit which is of God.

When men put on the story of God they grow and when I learn to read the bible I grow and I read the Bible most days until recent times when I put it off here and there because of health.

I came under attack with the eyes for the first time in the last few years and it was an attack I despised for it made things jump around so I could not focus on all but the biggest letters.

It was a spiritual attack and God is helping restore my eyes to normal and I am back to reading fine print each morning in my devotions which I am thankful for.

I still struggle with so many other battles I will just name the things that are victories and hopes for victories here.

The war blog is a real blog and one day people might read some. It is an attempt to show some parts of the story though in the beginning I had almost no input. It is those days where things happened and where people changed or I changed or I went into realms where people were copies of things.

I know I saw things I cannot explain and to speak of it here probably is one of the things I can do but who will believe it?

For example there were times God had me do things including take note of events. I went into a realm where there were things like things and where I would hear ‘This is the future” and this is your brother and that is your sister in law.

In each case the things I saw were prophetic and each person would act around me like they were seeing someone who had become awesome in the future. No one spoke to me and things there were real because I remember smelling a new type of deodorant which I  loved.

I remember one oddity was the card and it was a Safeway card but they wanted me to have it so much that no one minded when they just about shut down the line in order to make sure I obtained it.

The issue of getting that card then was that it was going to be proof of going to the future one day. How? I don’t think I knew then that it was like the card that would open up doors and it would be a door opener of some kind.

It sounds crazy but the way life worked then was just as wild.

Take for example the time I wanted to go to Arby’s but it was a Sunday morning. Imagine the day I visited is the day they were experimenting with hours and were opening up at 9 in the morning. What was strange is that there was nothing on the menu for breakfast and after that day the time began creeping back to normal which is about 10:30.

Then there were the times all the people in most stores began wearing black and people seemed to be replaced by people in black. It was strange and none of them seemed to have emotions and few of them looked normal. The people in black part went on for months and continued to this day but it was begun in those early days of prayer.

There was a time when I was given instructions to go to a random site on the internet. I was told to write to a person with a specific clue at London Drugs and so I went here and went there and it all seemed like random. Then it was to a page which was foreign and nothing to do with LD but I wrote and the reply back was from a person  saying they had got the note from a guy named Robert at LD.

Lets take the case of the Hutterite man who was sickly and on oxygen tanks. I saw him there and he began to reverse in age as I saw him around the community. At the ‘end’ of the story of him he had been restored to youth but in each case had seemed to recognize me.

Another strange one was the day I went for ice at the Super 8 and the door to an alternate reality opened up from where the janitors closet was. I remember standing there seeing a field of stones and being tempted to step in. I didn’t because I had on only shorts and I didn’t know how alternate realities worked but if I could have picked up a stone I would have.

I remember the time I was held by God and what seemed to be his wife in a time when they wanted to end all life. I was given permission to destroy any star in the sky but when I pointed my finger and moved it across the sky I felt guilty and said “What if someone uses it for navigation?” I then moved the star back to its original position and I watched as the star in the sky obeyed my commands.

There were other weird elements of this story beyond reason and they were things I cannot grasp with understanding. I knew I was into prayer and I knew that power of prayer was at work.

I knew that it was a time when money was really there and when things held me down physically as if I were a mote of dust to them. I know I was hit hundreds of times physically by spirits and by things that were in or out but mostly in the center where my chest was.

It was and is a time of hell for I suffer and I hurt. I don’t like to hurt and I don’t like to think the story is some weird one which doesn’t seem to end no matter who I name or who I overcome.

I get answers by the thousands but they are dealing with spirits who have gone bad.

I can name things that hinder only it doesn’t change things in conversation with God and yet that was a promise he made me that there was nothing on his side that would prevent him from speaking.

Whatever is happening is happening on my side of life and it is a war and there are things that are still happening which are odd to say the least.

I am in a war where the people I am with don’t know I am in a war. I have tried to tell people, especially my family, but none of them wants to hear. I know because I’ve tried to speak and I am quick to see that I am seen as part of the difficulty and not really part of the solution? Of course I say that now because I believe it is a war and I am free of the power they have over me but not fully. Others seem to be totally under their control to the extent I have prayed for help and am getting it from God.

It is just that it isn’t just small but huge and then super and duper and counter to duper to the point of antichrist spirits by the millions and billions and trillions and so on to the point of ludicrousness.

The point is that I am on the path to victory only it is up to God to deal with what I cannot and that is much of the doorway to life and that is why the blue is the color of the photons trying to mate with the tachyons only the ending is the quest to fight with Mother Nature herself.