Round the ole oak tree

November 25, 2006

Part 16 Ozone Hole

Joel Akin

A Sampo is a sample is a sam pole. A sam pole is the beginning and the end of things. In the roots we have that which we call the excess being shoveled into the grind. At the top we have that which we call the pure and the whole being brought up to become the salt, the water, the purity of the system. Now in excess there was meant to be toil. Toil is the labor that we give to a system to keep it going. No part of the Sampo was meant to be without workers. It was meant to carry men down through its network of canals into the very heart of the earth. And it was meant to have ulterior methods to find ones way into the interior of the earth.

Those who speak of the Sampo believed it to have four centers. In reality it had six and they were based each on the days that God had created. Each day represented one room or door that entered into a control system. That control system was part of the manufacturing center meant to help control the tree if there were parts of it that were struck by lightning or lighting problems. Now we know that God created work for six days and there were six centers all which required toil for it to function.

Toil is that which we give to a system so that all parts will come into use. On the seventh day the system was meant to rest. It was meant to be shut down so that the system could settle. It wasn’t meant to operate 24 hours a day thought parts of the system would keep on flowing, as in rivers and canals. As in parts of the system would keep on going, no matter what. In a way, like the body. We eat on the 7th days, its just that our body requires rest and so it is with the earth system set up. It was designed so that on the 7th day it could be just walked away from without worry or concern. It wasn’t meant to be watched or worried over or concerned about.

Now the Sampo was also part of the providence of God. It was meant to be there so that men would see that their needs and desires would be met. Though the tree did not come out with specific products, such as toasters and ovens, it did come out with products that were essential. Those products that came out were usually in the form of elements. Elements were by products of nature so that if gold was needed the golden ore would be produced through an extrusion vein. If copper were needed it would be carried up in another extrusion vein. Water would be carried up in capillaries. Salt would be brought up in bulk weight. Trees that had passed through the fire would be brought up as coal. There wasn’t part of the system that wasn’t needed and strange as it seems coal was one of those things brought up.

Now there are those who will say this is silly. We find those things in layers on earth. Well, in some cases that is true. Just remember that some were caused by disasters of the past. There were ancient catastrophes, uplifting and downfalls of civilizations. These were stories that are written under the weight of the earth. But in those early days when the Sampo was meant to produce for the entire world there were parts of it that were meant to be an anecdote to history. For it would be the wishing well that would provide a nations help. And if that nation served the Lord they received blessings. If they turned their backs on God then out would come bowls of judgment. These types of bowls would regurgitate the gifts because they threw in things that were deliberately meant to hurt. Most often bodies and rot.

There is a word that goes back to apple. It speaks of the word pelf which meant money or riches. Pel if a root word. Root words were usually found at the base of the Sampo. It was there that many countries got their beginning. Sometimes there were those who were rich and had wealth and this was thought of the Elf people. Elves were those who came from Mars. Now that sounds odd but there were those who also came from other worlds beyond Mars but Mars held its secrets well. In any case there were things about the Elf people that allowed them to be blessed by God. And they rose up in stature and in outcome or out income. I suppose if we prefer we could say that there were times that words a pirate might use such as booty came from root words like pelfre. From Pelfre we can get numerous occurrences of language such as Pel. Pel meant to fall yet fall doesn’t always necessarily mean just to drop. It meant to hit. It also grew into other root words such as pall which meant to cover in darkness. It grew into the root of mire, dust and ashes and from it we get that which rises, such as a volcano like Mount Pelee, or that which falls which pretty much carries the case.

Yet in Pelfre we also get the last part of the word from the Elf stock. It meant to be free of these things, such as mud, getting hit, dirt and ashes. It brought freedom to people who had pelf. Money. Yet if we go into the modern usage of this word, pilfer, speaks of thievery, theft, stolen merchandise. Now putting this root word ‘fre or fer’ we find ourselves recognizing the heart of things. It was men’s desire to become rich. Thus they sought out freedom by trying to access the fer or iron heart. The iron heart was the heart of the Sampo and the Sampo was that booty or pelfre which offered a life of freedom. Nations gathered there to become part of the bottom end of things. Nations grew up around the Sampo on small plots of land but usually on floating cities which were part of the history of languages. People talked and they learned they grew up and races mixed words and ideas and thoughts and desires. Perhaps it is ironic that those who tried to control the bottom part of the Sampo did so out of greed. They wanted to be part of the story and part of its history. And they wanted to rise to riches so they could be iron free. Iron or fer represented freedom yet it was forever beyond access after the pelting of the ‘gods’. They were the monsters that came from outer space and they brought their heritage to people who were crying out for freedom.

Now it was here that the grind mill still worked to a degree. Parts of it did anyway. There was meant to be more than one main grind mill. Think of this way as a company that had many parts. The bowls were meant to accept many types of offerings. Gifts of measure and gifts without measure. Those without measure were the affluence of the people. Call it the part of men that we wished to cast off when nature calls.

So it was at the bottom of the system. There were ports and channels in place to accept the affluence of society. These sites became port holes into the earth and they were not meant to back up and become bowls of judgment. They were meant to be bowls of hope. But people forgot the rules and forgot the measure and turned their lives over to sin. And sin, whether I want to bring him up or not, was a spirit who set out to destroy the system. He didn’t want anything to be blessed and especially not a system set up by God. He had one measure and that was to find a way to curtail the bottom out from under your feet. And that fact that he held a plan that was long reaching meant that those who were part of the Sampo system had to deal with drainage backups. And he, sin, convinced people that those were the offerings meant to be used as food. Now that sounds gross and it was but Sin didn’t care. He wanted power and power meant sacrifice. So he had people eating things the Sampo threw back up.

Now there were reasons for this and the main one was that they threw in too much in one bowl for it to process. They were continuously throwing in their booty but their booty was a little like the riches that no one really wanted. The kind of stuff you thrown into the back and don’t pay much attention to it. Now the Germans called it plündern. We get our word plunder. Now plunder means to place under as in the underground bowl. Plunder gives way to words such as plunge, which means to dive into. Now to go into the toilet word we have to go into looting. Now who in the world would want to steal something from the toilet? The answer is the pirates did. They were the loot kings of the loo world. And they stole the plunk from the plus and that lus became part of their ravaging lust for the garbage of the bowls people used.

Now as mentioned there were those who built their cities around the port holes and there were some holes that were covered up with water but were caught in a whirlpool. We get so many words from that but lets go into a few. First whirl is that which spins and spin is that which means to go for a ride. There were things that people threw into the whirl which we still do today in our own loo’s and that meant if you got caught in it, well, sometimes the ride was one for your life. The pirates came along usually on special days when the people would sacrifice to the pool. They would throw in their gems and their jewels and their treasures. The real meaning of sacrifice came when the pirates came to loot the cities surrounding these pools. They would come in and take the loot before it was plungered into the depths. They would steal people and cut them up and cast them down.

Many world religions were formulated on what the pirates did. They came to the place where jewels and gemstones were not enough. They threw in the bodies of their loved ones to appease the gods who were by now starting to backup the systems. These backups were horrendous affairs that would cast the remains in explosive ways. At times the backups caused such explosions that entire cities would be wiped off the map. It had the affect of clearing out the hole and starting the cycle all over again. In many ways they became just like volcanos which belched and the methane exploded the contents.

Now if we go into the word meth we end up with something. Notice the word could refer to So met hing. There are several names in England which are quite well known. One is called Hingston. Is it possible that Hing Stone meant that there was a hinged stone that would open when it was time for the offerings to be given? Another name in England to follow suit with this theory is Hingston Down.

Hing is not just famous in England. It is also well known in German language. For example the verb ~hing speaks of things as past tense, perfect tense as ist/hat gehangen, and infinitive as hängen. If we speak of the verb stak/steckte we find that the infinitive is stecken and the perfect tense (ist)/hat gesteckt. Could the hat referred to here be the stone? Could it be that the Germans were part of this story? And that the stone was either open or stuck?

After all if we are to go into languages we have to know what the different nations saw and how the word hing became part of the word for hinge. And hinge is that which is part of the door that opens and closes.

Now there are things the tide rolls in and things the tide carries out. There are things we would call the devils curry which carries the offal things away. It is those things which rise up to open for us and those things we wish would remain closed. Some wonder the purpose of methane. Methane really is part of this story and one of those words that carries its own history in the earth. At the bottom it is a frosty ice mixture which can be unfrozen and burned at the surface. It is a gas and yet it is an ice. It is partly frozen and perhaps comes with the saying “I’ll serve God when all hell freezes over.” It is the proverbial way that hell could freeze over if hell seized up and were covered with great depths of water which crushed the gas of the furnace and seized up the iron and froze the parts that were meant to run to keep that which we call the offal flowing.

If there were reasons for the Sampo it were one of purity. Purity is the key to this story and the reason why today we need this tree working again. It is a story where death came to the heart of the tree and broke out the heart and carried the heart into the grave. It is the part of the story where we find a way to try and keep our part of the bargain going. But our part feel into disuse and the system was stopped for lack of knowledge. And we came out of it when that which we call the spiritual node was broken off and we were carried into the natural node. The natural node is who we as men are. We are flesh and we carry our flesh to the grave when we are done whether in the form of flesh or of dust. The fact is we go to the grave never having known what Gods purpose for earth was.

Satan took it and tried to create a system based on theft, filthy lucre or loo cur, or just dirty money. He tried to built the system but it collapsed under the weight of its own filth. There were aspects to this story which are so far reaching that it covers much of the entire earth. I couldn’t tell you how much of it needs to be covered and will be in following chapters. From this system, the parts that still worked, Satan created a hands down approach. He allowed men to build their cities and towns around them but didn’t care when the system backed up and explosions followed. In some cases he progressed these explosions by pushing the button on people who didn’t please him. He liked to see towns pilted down into oblivion under rains of mud and mire.

There were things that were created from the upside down system that left people gasping for air. Air became precious throughout the system and there were things that came into being that left people plagued with sickness and disease.

Now if I had an ending to this story it would be one of patience. Every story has a crystal ending or the story doesn’t make sense. So I know that if I wish to find someone to carry the weight of this I have to find someone who knows it. Unfortunately there is no one on earth who knows it. It seems to be a story without a predecessor. So I search out words and etymologies and try to find what happened and where. Why were their two divisions? Who were the pirates? How did anything good come from a system that was offal and awful? How could people carry their garbage to these recycling systems unless there was something about them?

The answer came in the form of mechanics. Mechanics were not just men but angelic men who had been part of this system. They were men who had come down to the daughters of men, partly, but they were also angels who had been part of the system. Now they came in three groups. The first were part of the Mechanoids. They were spiritual men with angelic backgrounds. Call them a breed unto themselves. They carried knowledge of mechanical devices and some called them devil ices and ices meant to cover up things either with justice or fire. Those words lead us to devour which devil time. Now if we get into words we find the second group I’ll call the Angels of Hope Med Ici. They were women but on Mars there had been a group of angelic men who had been part of the building crew of the Hope Med ici. They were called Ca’s or men of Ca’n dol. Call them angels of light who helped reflect the light of Hope. The third type of angels were those we will call the Grel’s. They were dark spirits and dark angels who had fallen from the skies and preyed upon daughters of men. They gave to them children that were mongrels. Kids who became twisted inside and were turned inside out so that what was on the inside might have been human but on the outside they were beast.

In addition there was Satan and his fel lows who had become devolved. Satan had taken on the measure of Kong, the great ape who threw offal upon his own head by being followed by the worst parts of the dark star. Dark oil, dark ores and radioactive toxins fell all around the world so the world became a toxic soup of creatures beyond understanding.

It was into this mix that men who survived the surface were in for decades of pure darkness alleviated only by their own fires and their own burning of their history. Their books, their chairs, their homes, their cities, their forests. All the things that survived the initial splitting of the heirs resulted in a truancy system that fell behind in essentials such as pure water, food and more. People turned to eating each other and turned to eating hay or grass or whatever could be found. They lived like the grass and died with it until those who survived lived on a simplistic diet of whatever they could scrounge.

It wasn’t a difficult life it was an impossible life. And yet there were those who carried a dream. And that dream they called the ax. They said “The ax is alive” and they believed the ax was the part of the tree that still lived. For if the axis or rotation of the earth continued, and there were many who did, despite the splitting of the tree, then it were possible that the ax lived. Yet no one knew what to do. For if there were parts of the tree that survived the splitting then who would be there to carry the parts together? It seemed an impossible task which would require an impossible setting.

For Satan he had to put his trust in the Grels and they were unreliable workers. He wanted the mechanoids but their source of Spice had run out and there was a hasty trial to rebuild spice from the ingredients of earth. Spice was their drug and it was made from more than fifty seven ingredients from a multitude of worlds. The mechanoids were not only unreliable they were dangerous even to Satan and his group. He tried to beat them back whenever he came across them and they were the one group he feared more than any other except Gods own.

This left him with Aapke. She was the one girl, his daughter, whom he despised. He wanted a son, a son he could train in the dark ways. He wanted to prove that as a Gen, one of the first, he could show them what it meant. But the ways of a daughter? There did not seem to be any Jeni’s that he knew of who could bear the dark ways. They all proved unreliable.

But sometimes there are things in this life that we mock at. For the Gens were the All ar Gens. The Alla Gens some called them. The servants of Satan. The ones who followed his will. The spirit that carried the dark force of the ways. And it was Satan who was the most savage of the Gens. The one who carried the knowledge of the heirs of God and knew his plan for salvation. Knew that he wanted them to be of royal blood so he had allowed them to fall under his, Satan’s snare. Satan hated God and wanted him thrown into the sea of darkness but God would not be mocked.

There were wars that did not seem to end. And those who followed Satan into his boxes and into his bottles found themselves carrying legends but little hope. Satan was the Gen of the bottle and the Gen that would not release men from his curse. He took Gods box of wishes and he twisted it. He took out Hope and Joy and laughter and prosperity. And he replaced them with his evil spirits so when men called upon God he would send them his type of wishes built on the foundations of offal and blood. And his all are gens, his therapy for men was to serve him. He tripped them into guilt again and again as they searched for riches. Not all wanted riches of men but they were swayed that path again and again and again until it seemed there was not one man on earth excepted from the curses of the bottle.

Men fell into flame and into death and into lies and into stone crypts from which there was no way out. They searched for the lines of truth and found measures of darkness. The splitting of the heirs seemed a way of destroying hope. But God had a method named Joy and Joy was that which Satan threw out the airlock. Satan kelled into the dark star at the moment of Polaris’s bloom and the bear line was born. It carried the dark line to earth where it really was hooked in a way there seemed no way to dislodge it.

It was Satan’s first source of power. For it was a source of pathogens. From this he created his new world. His new beginning which he had rotted from Gods wrought iron. He took that iron way and he weighed it in his balance and he called it fear. He took the patho, the disease and added it to his genealogies and he became the first atom of this new system. It was called Pathogenesis. A new beginning. A new way of darkness. It was created using part of the royal line of men, those made from the first Adam, and his parts made from the dark atom we would call a Marth.

It was a marth that was taken from Paradise. The dies became the spin of fate and fate became the twist of the wrist and of time and of the beat that went by his name. He was the first pathos. The first disease that rode into town. And he called himself Sin. And Sin seared men and took part of their heart and owned it as his play toy. And he took men’s thoughts and he made them his own. And he rode out of paradise by the seat of dark spins and dark methods and dark ways.

There was no one on the earth that could fight him. He became the reflection of the first Adam. And Adam was the reflection of God. As the first particle, the first atom of dark matter, he went out and filled up his cup with poison and he dipped his pen in the blood of the innocent, and he went out and wrote his will on the heart lane of men. And they complied to his will and submitted to his way. And their hearts were turned towards his darkness until darkness walked the earth and the circle of the earth and there were none who saw him stride across the abyss of the earth itself. It seemed that no one would stand in his way for Satan became the dark key to the darkest part of the abyss and wrote out his will on its planes and its venues. And he stole something that could not be stolen but he wrote his will in wishes and wants. And he created Chance upon the story of the Sea of Chan. And he created a system of time where he could carry himself into the mist and into the measure of it. And God saw that Satan predicted the way it would end. He predicted the story of Armageddon and men, both good and bad longed for it. There were those who said it was the measure of mans will. For those who fought for God and those who walked a different path... Not one of them knew what they were up against. It was a story that would take a promise of hope. A measure of blood. Men of Salt who understood they were also of Royal blood. They had to cast off the Alla Gen. The Aller G. They had to cast aside the laws that they believed in.

For in this measure of lunacy they understood that there was a war on. And it was written in three parts. First was the Loon and the loon came to be the song that was written with us in mind. We were part of it. The loan of it. The book called the Psalter that had to be rewritten so that we would become the heritage that none could see. It was the one book that needed to be swept into the history books because the allergen was sweeping across endless worlds and its method of assassination was destroying men in the curse of the sneeze.

The dark base was becoming the moral base and Sins clause was becoming the new claws that raked men’s backs. Women separated themselves from knowledge for they saw that Sin arose in it and men became hybrids and they without the roses. For women became partners with women and men with men and their source of joy was the spice. And the spice was the drug that kept men and angels sedated or lusting for each other. It wasn’t the sin drug but its effects were sometimes similar. None knew though that allergens affected even that and there were things that went into the spiritual and those things which affected the natural so even the dust of the earth and of the realms of time and of space became cursed.

There seemed no way out. No one who could fight chance or luck. For the Gen of the ancient bottles were alive and well and carried that spark to men through the one they called Satan. And he wrote his will in dark matter, an offal mixture which tripped and ticked our heart. And we became his servants. And we turned out flesh over to him. And yet there was a plan and it wasn’t meant to destroy but to bring help. And it took place day after day, week after week. It was meant to help us who were men awake. It came in the form of the Law but the law was more than it seemed. It came in the form of the blood line through Jesus Christ who was again more than he seemed. And it came to us so that we of salt, of true light, would awake to our royal nature. But we didn’t. And we lay down to sleep never having received the promises that God wanted for us.

Some men might say that is sad. It is. We are all like the prince that was turned into a frog or of sleeping beauty who waited for her prince to come. We could not wake up. We were both cursed by great curses which had stolen our love away from us. Yet God never gave up hope. He promised that things would work out. And He never broke His word.

And so we waited and we waited for a man to rise up who would lead us out of the valley of the shadow of death. Someone who would show us the path we should follow. Someone who would give us knowledge that we might gain insight.

And that knowledge had to come for without it we were as dead men. And so in the writing of this I am but a lead but I don’t see myself as the leader. It is but one pen amidst the ink of darkness that writes these words. That Hope is coming. Jesus Christ is measuring out the old foundations and making crooked ways straight again. There is coming a moment when the darkness will break and the old Gens will give in to the power of God. and those old blood lines will crumble and give way to a new way to go. A new path that God will found. A new life that we might have freedom. For that old tree of knowledge of good and evil which had lost its heart and become death to us men will fade away. It will carry with it time and death. But God had promised us 12 new trees with 12 different types of fruits and leaves. And He has promised that to us who love Him there is within the garden of Eden a tree that awaits. It is called the Tree of Life. And by that tree there is a gardener. A caretaker who has watched over the tree faithfully for endless centuries. That caretaker is God. And He is waiting by the tree that was not cursed. So that we men who were will take of it and have life. For it is not Gods will that we bear no fruit. But that we bear fruit. And in that is our hope for a future free of pain and sorrow.