The bell is ringing for men to pray

If we deal with life in duplication then who is in charge of the copy?

Updates December 29-January 4, 2010

Joel Akin

Matthew 24:27 For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.

Once the sea rose up and sank again and again until finally the last copy of life came to an end. Then men of time wrote out a soliloquy and said “We faint in time” and then they gave up and gave up and gave up.

Then out of the east a man came who said “I have an answer to time” and he rose up and came into being and paraded before the men of time his knowledge until finally in a single night or a single breath he came to nothing.

Finally the men of time rose up and sank down and rose up and then sank until finally God said “If this keeps on going they will fall in totalness to the bottom of the sea where they will remain for all time and all eternity.

They went down to the bottom and there time had dwelled in total mash and total tar until all the nature of rebellion had been burned off. The nature of time brought forth a dream and the dream bore fruit and fruit came forth and came into being and then man said “We are tired of duplication. We want life but how when no one believes in us anymore?”

It was in the sea of a duplicate called tares that God called men out and said “Walk in the life of life and quit taking life to the cleaners because that isn’t your job.”

Then men tried to rise up out of time and tried to hold men down who prayed. They sought for answers as to why things were odd and why things were a failure and yet none saw me. They held me down with a thought of duplication and held me down with a dream of life without a hold on thoughts and then they held me without a dream and the dreamers of life. Of course the dream of life was the hold of a dreamer and the dreamer was me and I held the dream to God for deliverance to men but they held me to the spot of life and held me to the cost of a thought and said “He is nothing to us so why should we hold him up to God again and again and again for the same ole things of life?”

The problem is that no one saw me as anyone special. They held me down with a thought until finally I said ‘Let them fight me as long as I keep holding onto God” and then no one said anything at all for they knew I had committed to the war and the war was an army of life harrying them and harrying them to the roil of all pains. A price on their tares they could not pay for and thus they had to be held to the price of the wheat and the price of the few who really believed in God.

It was the worst of times and the best because God held the light up of scripture and it held up to time and held up to life and held up to the dreams of men but they held me up as failure.

Thus I held up the light of God in the doxology of a dream and in the doxology of a frame to the few who saw past the dream to the price of the future.

The future held the light up of a dog and the dog sniffed around until it vomited up the dog it had eaten and that dog vomited up the dog it had eaten until all the dogs of life had spit up all the lines of all the things they had been taught and they all agreed they had never seen the like of it before this and they held down the box of lines to the door to the story of life and they held it up without measure and God held them up to pain.

Then he took the lines of vomit and pulled it together but in time, then he held up the house of prayer of men of Lee and said that if the devil sang better then they had better try and bark up another tree because God wanted the best in life and who was best but the devils or the Christians? For if God could raise up Lee to see the light of the devils then they would sing their best and still not be better. Thus the devil would sing and sing and sing until he had garnered first prize and then sing a song and dance routine all the way up to the throne room of God and all because men who sang better were not always the Christians and that is why life in Lee is far from savory or perfect, at least to the few who see things from a worldly perspective.

The price of the future is when men hold up the dream and start to make something of it, just as in the day of Joseph. If we cry unto Noah and say “Bring back the flood” then God will say “Show me the eagles path” and then @ the house of time he will break forth the path of the eagle and tell them the head made it but the bird died because it was whirled out into the sea and it could not fly.

If the pig rises up as a house then who will say the two are the same to God? For if the pig is the house and head of the eagle then who shall flood the life of the path of the eagle but a single star. The P*th of life will be the pig taking a bath over the nation of America to bring forth clean side of fat to the people who want it to be right and right and right again.

For the pig and his house shall rise up in a day unlike others. The pig will rise up to sing and when the pig and his house sings, you who are of men need only know that God doesn’t bear false witness. He selects a spokesman and he holds up the spokesman with grace and with hope and with dreams. If the nation or nations of the world reject what he brings then he can, with a wipe of a tare tell them their future and let them write him with cries of ‘help us for we are sinners in your sight’ and they will pray and pray and pray to God and no one, and I mean no one will hear them cry.

The earth in the above is distorted but it is a distortion of the software so that we might get land in all its forms in one image. If we can see this as a distortion then God can bring forth life from a duplicate.

If the duplicate is chosen by him, that is God, then God can break forth the will of time and bring forth a scripture that is barking up a tree saying “Who among you will listen to a prophet if the prophet is odd and doesn’t bathe every single day?”

I was in a dream where I stood between the Old Testament and the New Testament. I wore a shirt and the shirt was not buttoned correctly. Wisdom, the house matron of heaven, came to me in disgust and said “What do you do here in this house of God? Do you not see you are a slob?” Then she pointed at my shirt and said ‘Even here you cannot button yourself correctly.”

God did not say a word but if he had let Wisdom speak it was to produce in me a desire to learn. I came to the house of God and I produced a key and I grew in time and I produced fruit.

I came to the house of men and I came to people and I produced a work of duplication. I produced a work that had been seen by men and rejected by them as being unworthy of seeing or writing on. I wrote men of it and some said nothing while others said little. It was the price of life in the family that one held me to the stock of freedom by showing me it held the likeness of a distortion in life and that was the distortion of duplication.

If I was being held for another round or a distortion of distortions, such as the Fata Morgana mirage, then I would say ‘See. Here is an answer to this.”

Only God held me to the fools course. I was held to the fools name and the fools produce. I came to heaven and held down the course of Israel by destroying the peace by demolishing the people they call Hamas. I did it in a dream with a ray gun given to me by Christ. He came to me as a friend I attended Lee College with and he was just a friend and yet Christ held him as his likeness even though he was just a man and a friend.

Then Christ appeared as all my closest friends and I held them as friends who comforted me in the wilderness I call life.

Yet if I held the freedom of life to Elizabeth who shared the comfort of a child and the child in her kicked then she, Eli Sheba, as the original meaning is stated, came forth a round in Lydia and that was my grandmother.

So if I can state that it is possible John the Baptist was born from the line of Queen of Sheba, or the Eli or son of Sheba, as Elizabeth means, then who among you can kick me and tell me I have no value?

John came eating locusts and honey and if the honey was wild who among you would bear the sting for a bit of sweet? The story of the locust is the story of the dream for life in the sea and life in the people of Europe and life in the people of Africa.

It is the story of corn which is the base of the dream where I stood between a man who represented the Old and the New. I was the man in the gap and I held it up to God in prayer. I came into the gap by chance and not by request. I was held to it by God and he held me in silence to see if any would ask who I was and who I came from.

Yet so far none see and none hear. None know me and none care. That is the price of few men in all of history who have sought God to the point that no one notices what he says or hears what he does know. For if this is to continue then God will portion me to the sea and there I will reign over the pig of life and that will be my corn for not knowing how to reach a single person with the truth.

The reign of a pig is better then those of you who could not claim to have seen God and God will bury me in honors before he dare set a rule over you.

The pig may weep and grunt but it still has a house of its own while those of you who refuse me will see why I can be angry and angry to the point of a destruction day. If I, one man, weeps over the pigs then who will weep over you who are less then a pig in intent of knowledge?

I bring you a thought from scripture. A thought as to the destruction of life for those who refuse to bother me with life and its details. I bring you a day of destruction and a day of life and a day of hope because none of you see that destruction is the Day of the Lord but the Lord may be a Day of Grace as well.

This is why there are secrets none of you dare know lest you faint in fear. You could not bear the price of a countdown to ten with the lord of life let alone the pig who bears me up in fear to the Lord who is God. I, one man, am a lord to God but not Lord to His house because I am only a man.

If you future lords and ladies of the house cannot bear a British Lord in America beware the request for a godly or Godly Lord who will come with a midgeon or smidgeon of compassion compared to those of you who are lords in your own minds already.

You who are of Lee need to see that God can bear me up even if you do not. You can tell me that I am a failure but the price of that is a man who knows suffering.

The emperor of life isn’t a bot or a robot as in the image above. It is a bot of life in the sea of a man who prays through to God for life. If God can show men a bot and a robot in shape then who among you can tell me why this is simply a duplicate of lines put there by men who want nothing to do with God?

It is the Lord who is God who is mighty to perform.

It is God who will raise up a standard based on a house of pig. Remember that for it will rise up in a day unlike others. It will bear up a house of pig and it will bear up a line to the people of divide.

They are the people of Cleveland.

Those who cleave the land do so in prayer. They divide and they conquer. They build and they bridge.

The few who falter do so in the fate of chance. They build a house in a day but it fails in a series of weeks due to tremors in its foundations.

The dream of God is the house of fare and fair. He hold the fare up to men and says “What is the fare to heaven?”

The fare is the price of caring for the lost but those of you who share with the lost how lost they are should see men in my perspective. I bear the price of suffering and I bear it in a house of suffering.

We who bear the price of you in the grave of the spear or pike do so as a tee ready for liftoff.

We bear the tigers of the world up in prayer but we bear it as the grace of the grass and the grass of the graze and graze to the cross of life.

It is the fare of life in the fat but who among you shall judge a fat man for his sin when you know the fat is the life of grace?

In the grace we cast off the fat but the Sipi carries it as the sip of nectar of the gods of the land and they come out of the mouth of the strong. The bee raises up plenty and it holds down lines and it carries measures to the poll of old lins and lines.

Who can bury the sea and raise up a house? I, one man, in prayer shall. I will bring forth a man who shall call himself blessed. He who is God shall ring my door and call me friend. He who is God shall raise up the stall and call it Neo and say “He is the One” and it will be the price of His Son Christ Jesus who was born in the world we call Sinai.

You who carry the sea shall see the boat gifted to Christ when he was born by the men you call Magi.

You will see the steps of life granted to men from the king and he was carrot in those days along with the China rose of all dreams in the tea.

You will read of adventures beneath the land of Cleave and you shall see the world that was then come alive in a way that no one on earth shall see or know.

It will be the day of God and the day of the Lord but when it all ends at the end of the age you will be there to either reap or mourn because of your stand in life.

Some have become so earthly that they refuse to see that God did get through to one man. A man who had nothing else to do except pray and pray and pray and pray until he was ready to die from agony.

The spirit world wove a spell of destruction to him and to his home and to his family. They sought years upon years upon years for answers from everyone who would listen. They sought it from leaders of the church and leaders of prayer and leaders who wanted it fixed in a day.

Yet these are not your standard prayer folk. They are of generations of prayer that has not ceased night for a hundred or more years.

These people you may belittle pray from learned trials. They are the pioneers who sought God and who sought for answers from God until God himself set a cord to the life of the sea and said ‘Bear it yourself because this time you have to bear something up or the world shall fall into silence of a single bit’.

The pig rose up to sing and the world sang a little bit but the lord of the world of men was just a little bitty man who said “Please write and tell me you’ve read this and believe”.

Of course God said ‘When Wisdom took him to task over his dress I heard it. I didn’t say anything to her but I pointed out in the dream a truck.”

The truck was my little Mazda. From the word Mazda comes two words and they are corn and da.

Maize or maz is a word for wisdom and da is a word for speechless.

When you who read this really see who I am you will be astounded. I didn’t just make friends with God I made friends with the house of God. I made friends to the point of Hamamiel and Hanamel or Hannamel because they are the angels who guide lives on through the gates and they guide them with someone who really was there in a dream and he was Peter.

In the dream I came to the gates and I came to the Peter story but I forget some but I remember he held me back and spoke to me about not worrying about life and to remember to be a blessing.

Of course I came up with two thieves and one was the lie of men and the other was time of men.

The lie of men held course with reason and said “I will bear a lie to men by way of time” and then “I will carry it to men by way of God.”

Then men held the course to Wisdom by way of life and said “We know no one but God and that is by Christ,” but they left it open to the prophet.

Then the prophet rose up and said “I cannot hear God speak” and they tried and tried and tried until they grew horns and began to prophecy a lie. Then God said “Until men say they are in the house of prayer they cannot speak in truth” and from now on the house of men will bear it but only if they pray.

It is the nature of prayer that is set according to the season. I set to you who read this a course in life and I set it to you in the duplication process.

It is the duplication process that seems to be a joke to some. I point out that if it is real then I have lost nothing but time recording these images. What if it is a war over souls and you held me from finding those souls because you were ashamed of life and ashamed of me in time?

What if men went and produced a likeness of these and showed them to me step by step and I held these things up as healing to the nations?

What if you found that men had taken these images and found they were important enough to hide by saying they were nothing?

How then do I, as a man who has no staff of his own, find a way of showing you the truth of life if I have no one to stand with me in this?

I bring to you a point and the point is one I’ve said a few times before.

I claim to be one who speaks for and by. I speak not just for God but I speak by him and he holds me up to the price of a future where you will go to me to buy or sell and that is the nature of time by which I speak to you but time that has bore itself to me and bore itself to me and bore itself to me in war.

I have fought and defeated not just he who was but is and will be Satan.

I have fought him to the point of defeat in the spiritual or Spiritual and on to the point of his world that was and is and will be in the price of a dowry.

The dowry I bring to the table is the price of defeating all but those who are of and near to and by this world.

So far I’ve never seen a foe that is greater and that is the truth. If you who are of this world wish to find me in contempt of God then ask God personally.

If you get an answer then write and tell me so I might see who you serve.

Of course that is an answer that might make you laugh but for now I reason it to God and state ‘I love you all with the love of the Lord” and I leave you now with a course of freedom that God doesn’t faint. He hasn’t given up on you and won’t and that is the price of a House speaking from heaven.