The Big War is still on

The duplication of clouds continues

December 14-17, 2009

Joel Akin

Numbers 20:21 Thus Edom refused to give Israel passage through his border: wherefore Israel turned away from him.

The biggest failure of life is to hear. The passage of men in Edom turned away the people of Israel. It was a time of war and if Edom turned away then people who once were of God had a place that held life of old doubts and old fears. This is the place of Esau and he held up the descendants as garbage. Thus it was Gods will to set down the red so that the nature of life could become pure to the point of white with the people of Israel.

White wasn’t the color of skin so much as the color of their heart. People in the days of song spoke of the heart as being washed of its impurities so that it was white and held purity inside.

Now the point of purity is the will of God that each one of us fight until we find a clue as to why and the why of life is the point of y and y or Y is the point of a child and their thoughts. When the story of life is complete then the people who were of the heart of a child will lay down with the lambs and the bear and none will harm them in any way.

One of the purposes for the duplication is war. Some may wonder why I tend to wander around without getting to the point and the answer is I war. Being at war means that you fight and fight and fight but you can’t always focus on exactly what you wish and that is the power of God to defend. In a way I fight until I have a clue as to what is happening but that isn’t always possible and the war over time is like a fish that holds onto the line wondering if the line will hold when he is really being held by the enemy who thinks the fish especially strange.

Now I am part of Gods help but the price on that help is war. War is doing to me what I call fair and fair is the will of a spirit who wants me destroyed. Now the point of war is that God holds the light of men up and men hold me up. The way up is the way of prayer and if you seek God on my behalf then you pray for me. If you say ‘He is off’ then you come here to either mock me or mock the images I find. If either of those is the case then choose a path for God holds me up with prayer knowing how much I hurt each and every moment of each day that I am awake.

Exodus 14:14 The LORD shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.

Being able to hold onto peace in the midst of the fight is the price of prayer. Today when there was a blast against me the monitor went up in flames. It made a noise, shot out fire, and burned up taking with it, my thought for a moment, was the gist of the work I do here on this page. Yet in that moment I shut down my computer and asked God “What do I do?”

The price of prayer is such I felt God spoke and let me know that it was okay to keep on trusting and to pull out of storage a monitor I had purchased at a garage sale a few years back. Though it has a small series of blotches in the screen they are small enough to be good enough until I can purchase a new monitor.

The reason I mention this is that I am forced to spend money out of savings and it is hard to keep up on disability savings. I am disabled and the price of being ill is a war and the war is over all parts of my body because I have been suffering in one way or another for years and years without end.

The box of fare is the box of dreams and dreams are made of things and things are made of life. When God holds me to the fare life of old he holds me up to the dream of a stock and the stock is the nature of hope. When hope is held down to the cats or lions she fights by holding onto the state of X.

It is X which is the place you mark in the ground and it is the point from which you fight a war. That is why the little image above is the man who holds onto the fare of life by reaching down to the little fish. If the fish has a gold coin then it is the price or fare of life and that is why it is special to me.

I believe God gave me a view of the future where men find good and good is what we seek in life and it also is the price of a good ad or a good day or a good search on the net for life.

The price in the image above is to me a girl in a tub taking a bath with Doves flying above. Of course the price on this is the story of Joy and she is the price of the Holy Spirit showing men that a girl in a tub is the price of a holy day in life if anyone pays attention.

The price on this is Joy and Joy is the vice riches or vice regent of life in heaven. She holds onto the value of life and holds onto it to the point that when things on earth are divided she is there to try and fix what is wrong.

Even when the things we deal with are the bits of old lies in the earth. God holds up the bit and the bit is the try of evil to win.

The image above may be different things to different people. At first you might see a shark biting a piece of wood but in another way it is like a man at the center in the dark region surrounded by a type of prayer hands. Though it is the value of prayer that deals with the vile nature of the shark it is also the shark which is the bite of old things to test their veracity.

What if God held up the world and told us that the world were held up by the site of old lines? What if these things mean nothing because they hold onto a thought that they are the work of men. Suppose I told you that God led me to a change in the sea that held a cup but the cup was a box? Would you see that of being of value if I told you that the box is in the picture above but in the price of a saucer and the saucer is there to capture an image of the world before it is changed?

This is why God is holding onto me so that I might share with those who wish to know that he is about to change all of the world and it will happen in a moment.

If the image above seems faked know that I find things and put them up just as they are. This is the image that appeared above the Antarctica on Dec 15 just a few short minutes away from midnight. I wanted to show you what it would look like in the curvature of the earth and now here it is as it appeared spread out like a table cloth to hold the cube.

I think the cube is there even if it seems a little odd on the side of the right. I think it is caught into a system of bending and even a slight fracture but it is the light of a cube and the cube is the bit of a core that was put here on earth from the sight of the future and its worlds that were held hostage to life.

The cube is the bit of life that was torn and carried up to our world so that we, of our age, might see and wonder if such things are really possible and if men would see such a thing and take it for granted or try to explain what I show as a toy made up as a drip of life and not a whole of it.

If you tire of the images then turn off the story for the story carried on and on and on for each of the images is the story of life and the story of dreams, some carried on to life and others fell. It was and is a time of life when men wanted life but few turned over things to God for him to run. He wanted the world and you who read this to know that life carries a sorting bin and all of our dreams are carried up to God and if we pray then he holds onto the precious nature of life in those words.

When we finally turn off the day of life we find at the end a little light and the light is the nature of the soul. We find that the soul holds the bit up to life that is real and the rest doesn’t matter.

When I write these things down I do so as a reminiscing person. I become a man who tries to capture the nature of life in a few words and try to speak of our age as I see it and from my little composite of thoughts in the basement of my little portion of a room that I keep as my own.

The one story I haven’t spoken of is why the cube appeared above Antarctica. It is the mill. The mill is the nature of an old story that came to be seen as the occult. People said the world tree was a myth and it held stories of life and prayer and things that I will write about and do as I write this here. The story of the mill tree was the story of milling up old lines of gold and old gold and older gold until all the impurities rose up as jil and jil came to be the price of jold and that was the utter side of life or the utter nature of a dream fallen from the people of heaven.

They wanted the gold to grow and grow and grow so that everyone on earth could have a bit of gold or jold and jold would be a bit and the bit would be a little bit and the little bit would wear out eventually but, and this is a huge but, it held the wish of everyone on heaven for heaven was an old cube of light.

When heaven appeared it fell to men and men held it up as a fleck of spit on the screen and they wiped it free and said “It is nothing”.

However the part of the story is that it held gold and it was the jold that held life from the days of old and it held to me to find the story so that I could bring part of it back, the little tree. The tree lay on its side and was trying to rise up so men could be part of the wishes of the jold of old.

The nature of jold is old and its j is the signature of a story that refers to the blue jay. The jay lost its voice and wanted to know who had stolen it. They went to their friend the magpie and said “Who has stolen my voice?”

Of course the magpie may have picked up the joke and tried to be like a mocking bird but the price of the jay was a friend so that he held the color of blue in his house and heart.

When the magpie told someone they went to Wisdom and Wisdom turned to her council and they turned to the bird and said “Ask of Time if he knows” so they sent the magpie up to Time with a bit of sin so that the nature of the heart would be revealed.

Time said “I shall see” and he sent the magpie to the sea where she was revealed as a broken hearted woman who wept day and night so that the jay would find the blue color of its voice.

When the voice was turned back on the day would return to life and men would say “It was the ill nature of life which held us down” and she will say “The jay had no voice and yet he was admired to the point that the magpie went out and collected everything of color” and it was the glitterati of old days and old times and old treasure troves that were often scattered or broken into by the pack rats who took them into their burrows where some still remain.

Yet for the C turned backward there would have been a war so great it would have wiped out men on earth. It would have killed them by the millions and it would have turned life into the sea but for the asking of jay. He was the little bird that was held up in the prayers of heaven and the jay is the nature of the tufted heart and head and price of prayer that he carried in the everyday squawk of all things called life.

The world of men needs to thank Dan Studia for the image which I found on a government website from Virginia in case anyone asks or wonders.

The point of life is that I borrow from government and they borrow back. So when men take a sigh and point it at the disabled they might say “He knew what was happening” and the finger points to the man who was disabled but I say that I knew part and only part and not all.

The story is happening all over the world. Part of it is above North America. Here, to the West of Greenland, there is a war. The war isn’t as big as over Europe, Russia, Siberia and other parts of the land, but it is a war nevertheless.

The war on the side of life is coned down and this cone is held up by the price of prayer in an old hole called Hudson Bay.

It is the nature of the wolf which is the caught of life or the capture of dreams. Men had the wolf in them by way of time but it held right up to the end and then gave itself a pat on the back for having been the sea of life or the price of Wisdom in the bottom of the sea. She wanted the wolf held up to God so it could be held up for life of the sea itself.

The nature of Wisdom is the price of life in the sea but it is also part of the story shown in images each day though few of us go out like children to find them as I do. I find them and I find them and I find them until I find the utter mysteries of life in the shadow world around us.

Some say the wolf only appears when the moon is full so watch over Russia and Siberia to see if the moon will make it to the full.

Micah 5:5 And this man shall be the peace, when the Assyrian shall come into our land: and when he shall tread in our palaces, then shall we raise against him seven shepherds, and eight principal men.