A portion of life can be had in division if the portion fights fully through to the house of God.

The point of a world separated and yet holding to the value of a divided land where the clouds hold division until God splits or divides the enemy and routes them and puts them to flight by having them bury their soul in fear over the price of prayer and the value of a world that doesn’t submit to their will.

May 1-16, 2010

Joel Akin

Amos 9:2 Though they dig into hell, thence shall mine hand take them; though they climb up to heaven, thence will I bring them down:

Once the entire world held the point of life and it was dig up or dig down to find hell or heaven. If you dug up you often hit water and it held price of dung or of people above you and this is why there are mysteries yet to be found out there where people lived in a world below and they were the mysteries of men who never set their eyes on the land or on the people and were carried from place to place or up and down.

Ezekiel 12:12 And the prince that is among them shall bear upon his shoulder in the twilight, and shall go forth: they shall dig through the wall to carry out thereby: he shall cover his face, that he see not the ground with his eyes.

Once I had a chance to bury the hatchet and to put on Sin and to perform a ritual dance so that Sin might see the land below as the land of Mars but that was a story in itself so that his mind might see by me that we were in Mars and in the grave. I then gave a tale so real the gates of hell groaned throughout the walk of hell having frozen over. It was a night both creepy and spaced out as I was into things then called time and time had bitten me and put me down as a dog because I had been hit by Time and Space and things so odd that no one would call me sane then.

I was out of it and it was a time when I could not fathom the reaches of time and space and things that blew me up or blew me down and I saw in my mind a time when I would fare out and out and out and out until there was no end to out and I laughed because I said ‘What can separate me from the love of God? Neither life or death or if you will, time or space or dimensional beings called spirits who frame you up with sin and sickness above all things until you overcome them to a degree and then go on to become moderate name in life as a man who wants Gods help.”

The poor man cries to the Lord and the poor man beats against the glass and the glass is the bottle and the bottle is the prayer for a proper life in prayer over the htings that hinder the butterfly without hurting it as it stretched forth its wings.

Yet if the butterfly is the image then the cost is the will of spirit upon spirit to bill the price of their slake of sin upon the head of the prince who was told to cover his eyes that he see not the ground is the world I was in. There I was taken time after time to the doctor for a period of a month while I was asked “Are you all right?” and each time I was released, except for the first time when I spent a week being tested to see if I was sane.

The only thing is each time I was tested they would put me into a box and I would pray and God would heal the rift of time and it would bend the men outside back to the pattern they wanted least, me in the system of prayer.

So when I finally broke I broke so much that God had to bear me in prayer by billing me for life with a Spirit man body that was dealt blow after blow after blow until there was no form of me in existence but the man you call me. Then I was hit until I bore it as a man and the man became the price of prayer on a landscape of death and sorrow.

I was a man built by God and designed strong only I fell and fell and fell to the layer of pain and suffering built up for a thousand lifetimes of men and then more until it built itself by billing each and every man with sorrow and the sorrow with time and time became the king of life in the grave as Sin. He was Time and Time was Deth and Death was the king of marry and king of grave and lord angel of Time and Deth only he fell to the search for the kingdom of Alpha to overcome for that was why Jesus overcame him and why the world lost its ware in the stead of the grave as the point of measurement of life below or above.

The point of the grave came to mean the point of division. When the divided man came up to see the ground men held him down in fear only he saw it as wisdom not to see either heaven or hell but only the world he was on which we then saw as earth.

Yet in the value of the lump I became divided inside and I became caught in a briar I could not escape from. It was more then a single thorn in the flesh but a pire of thorns upon which I climbed daily in prayer to find a sight of God in any way or in any price.

God got through to me but when it came to personal matters there was a lack and it were as if things were programmed and I was the dire board unable to escape from the writing on the board the programmers kiss.

The world I was on became dire in programmers points of reference for I could not overcome to the point of hearing God speak to me on anything personal except again on occasions when I was ready to give up on everything and that wasn’t that often.

So the point of prayer came to mean the point of a daily hit or bath in two groundings. First was the long silence when no one but the enemy came near to strike me physically or at least mentally and it came down to the wire who would win the day in songs to calm the heart or a prayer answered in ultimate things to overcome the power of the beasts.

It was the hill of prayer where I clawed up to thank God for life and it was the hill of pain as I learned the way of God in prayer. I was overcome each and every time including when I had finally broken through. Not to be pulled back but just because it were as if I had reached the top of the bell and it had become next to impossible to hear still except to look up into the hole to see sin/time sitting there asking if I were okay.

The end of the day took me to pain in the Heart, not the physical heart but the cry of the Heart and it was pain in the sense of an overall stirring towards life or towards music or towards sleep.

I became a man blanked on every side by silence and I begged God to speak each and every single day to no avail. It were as if I knew God could hear but whether it was the enemy, me as some kind of faked double thinking I was righteous or the spirit or Spirit or SPIRIT thinking from a perspective I was unable at that moment to fathom or even contemplate as life with Him from the perspective of a destined man and not pre-destined as I seemed to be.

I held God up day and night and every moment then was wondrous in prayer. I carried prayer as a day by day learning and I grew towards faith and I grew to anointing and to authority all without leaving the side of God.

Then I came here to this world where people seemed even slighter in concern towards the things of God. People died and lived without knowing who God was and no one cared a whit how I wrote it or how I spoke it for they saw me as a failure of the church.

Yet in the final analysis of life God held me as the light of heaven because I saw the truth of life in a big form of Capitals with emphasis on big in this sentence. For if God hid in the fabric of time he had to bear the price of men bearing him down in hate as a man who caused them strokes or caused them pain but he held the back side of life in the forward motion of a push to deal with the garbage of life. He held men to the beast over and over until they could bear it and pick up the pair of pencils that were the dual pens and pins of God. One had to do with the writing on the wall for man and one had to do with the pin of discovery only in reverse as well. Thus you could write it for God as a scribe spiritually and learn that way as well and it became the scribe part which didn’t exactly excite me because I saw myself in the sense of tied down and I wanted to explore and see things.

The horse of life carried the hat of history and yet in the final line of thought I kept after God day and night to write so that in the space of a moment I might hear something strong that would hit through the wall upon wall I was behind. For who would dig me a chair to sit in or a place of comfort in prayer for who could grant me the desire I had to hear God again as I had once had in full during the a time of great suffering.

Who out there would live a life in the spiritual if you had to bear the price of spirit, Spirit and SPIRIT in you for life or until God was healed of the things man had done to him in full?

You who say God was God and nothing we did ever bothered him in the least are born locked in sin. We assume God can be God in any form and we still can beat him up in hatred and we still lay there day after day telling God “Go away” when he is bent on speaking to us in full?

I became a duck and a dog and a wolf and a fish and a horse and a name above every name but God because I became a friend in a way no one had to date and that is by bearing the stroke of God in the filth of a world made sin/Sin/SIN without care or compassion for anyone. We saw it happening as the poor mans system of life was tore away day by day by the very government that came from the slums and the alleys and the lanes of poverty. They who were Americans may have had riches but they built it up lane upon lane by pouring forth the generosity of spirit in a Bill of Rights that cared for the man of life who was poor to begin with.

It was the lane of generosity which God will pour out upon those who wish for life again but to those who steal life away as we speak, know this, he has built a dame for me that will blow me away and will combine the factors of life with Grace and will blow me to the eternal name of heaven itself for helping find part of his heart and part of his soul.

The labor of life begins with prayer and ends with grace and with channels poured forth upon the fit name of life and it is a bend in thought for the grace of channels in thoughts long forgotten, the pace for the S of SPACE and the purpose for the word SPA in the name of history itself for one woman named Morgana who wanted life to be filled with ideas for people too pursue in history and no one cared because it meant filling up every cranny in life with things you collected in life and cared for all the days of your life because things mattered.

The world of the future will see life held in these images and yet in a way trapped in a one dimensional space called image. When we see images of life that were trapped there we will wonder how such things were even possible.

In the eternal mystery of Christ we have a portion of the story for he was brained by men so hard that they built up a wall inside his head and never broke a bone and that was the call of a stroke to hit him in the final ploy of life knowing that if he were broken by his own call that he would bear an eternal light of pain that no one but he could bear.

Yet in that final plea for help God sent a man to deal with the stroke and with it in full and it was the plan of God to deal with it somehow himself but he was overwhelmed by the price of sin being sin too much in sin the copy and that became man bearing down the price of pain as a sickness or a disease. They took what they saw in history and wrote it out to forget that someone out there left water running into the streets that bred disease and it grew as mold and mold produced spores that sickened the fleas and they built up a wall by eating and the men of that day threw out the rats as the price of the plague when it was the fleas who were sick and they grew up as mold infested and plague written beings stuck in a dimensional void of suffering and sorrow.

In the day of history men will say that the price I paid was endurable but just but I will say it was endurable only and that is the price of a single word and the word I bear is small but priced to the riches of God from the poor mans stance. I hold the value of the poor man but in the only sense of life and the only is the price of being and remaining me in all this story.

I was inspired and wrote often and crazily at times but I remained only and that only part of me is the price of life I picked up from the garbage and said “It is what I am” and I carried it up to the cross of Christ Jesus and I bore it to him with love of what God had given to me and I said “Ask” and I got a price for the ball and the golf and said “It is here” and so in the price of fame and in the price of history I will see life by the sales of life including garage sales which God will find a way of bending to the sale a little more often in smaller towns filled with riches to the point of history being there in full.

In the value of life it will be the garage sale which is key to this story along with iced tea brewed by hand and for the Pepper and for the drinks of Pepsi which encouraged me in draught upon draught in a way that were and will be history as well.

For a beast to look into the mirror and see a man isn’t the value of the coconut but the price of the sting of death in sin. The creature died and the man of God carried the bill forward until it carried to me, the last man of life on a world filled with pain and sorrow.

The beast held the likeness of insight into the brain of life and into the fabric of fat in Trans and in the fabric of time but these were small things and small desires for a man of God who wanted time to grow and time to enjoy before all the big things were ever seen by others or heard of by others. So God wrote history forward so that this time we are in is new and without a record of life so that he could help write it by pointing out the history of Revelation could be finished if we had a rapture for only one person or one family or one part of a family. For if one part carries sin in full then they must bear up the price of prayer until they can see the value of life again and that is the will of God as well because I often wonder how to deal with things that remind me of Joseph and the coat of many colors.

If I sound arrogant then I apologize and I ask forgiveness for the sake of history. I am a mere part of the stand and a mere part of the hold on spirits who were there sickening man long before I was born. I carry a part of history in the soul as a conscience and that is Truth bearing me forward to the part of the story where man learns again.

This is because the price of prayer is when man builds systems in the likeness of life for the sake of the poor man and the rich man of history. If we build a world system of water and barrel it to the sea by way of a ditch then history will tell us it failed but if we build systems of storage between dry places to dry places eventually those things will fill up in a wet season and become the price of life holding value to the sea again especially for those who want to walk or even ride to the story of history again and again and again. Of course some will want things to be like they want but the poor man is the history of life and if pedaling becomes life on the sea with a motor off near people then that would be acceptable and cool for the sake of a tricycle in life story with motor on and off to tell people they are there but they are going or nearing and off goes the story to tell people “We are here to talk if needed” and it becomes a system of politeness or joy in small trains that pass by to and fro if needed or if wanted in a way that will be life for the small man and his toys.

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The way of the tree is the way of the butterfly and the tree holds a light up to sing when it is an entish line of trees and if grace is the price of the print on life in the sea then it was the light of Lucifer holding a price or mark of the beast and the beasts of the field are of the Lord who is God.

Psalms 50:11 I know all the fowls of the mountains: and the wild beasts of the field are mine.

We know God is God but he also is king of the Sabbath and the Lord of the Sabbath speaks to us a mystery of the land. It is to let it rest on the 7th year in order to aid the beast and the poor.

Exodus 23:11 But the seventh year thou shalt let it rest and lie still; that the poor of thy people may eat: and what they leave the beasts of the field shall eat. In like manner thou shalt deal with thy vineyard, and with thy oliveyard.

We have a number of stories here but I will sidetrack a moment to show why God does things odd. The poor man is the price of war over the land and if there is a day of jubilee then there is a time when his price on life is forgiven for being foolish. When the earth hears this liberation it wants it also for the earth is the Lords and God made it to be the price of life above and below and in the sea for the sake of freedom.

Man wants to throw away things including why God made a will for the land and one of the reasons is to rest. Even the land is meant to rest and it is the land which needs rest in order to recuperate what it has given to man in other ways.

Today man often does things that seem wise like rotating crop types but this is only a rest for the type of crop and not the land. Thus when the land is given to a crop in the fall of the year it produces in the new year a crop for the poor and for the rich and for the sake of history.

Then the land man who does this on his own land can then afford to take off time and rest in that year and take a holiday for he then receives in full value by having men around him happy for the gift and for the nature of the creature such as deer which are allowed to enter in including the cattle and other kinds of creatures so they receive crops and give strength to the land in dung.

It is the nature of this receipt which can be the king of old men receiving life by giving and getting life back in full and in the price of relief for the sake of places for men to camp or men to come and take of the grain or men to give in the sense of an offering to the farm for the gift of his land in use and thus in the new year he then goes and tills it under and thus it becomes rested from the use it was given in the first place.

In our day it would require a way to water the crops of men as we have so far to go and few ways to understand how the system works or even if it would work so we have to experiment in the sake of a year here on and a year off and then begin again to see how it works so we can prove the seven year plan is best.

If we do this we can then offer a map with explanations to the land in Southern Alberta which is mans land and man’s way of doing things so no one misunderstands the use of it and if we provide doors to everything then we can stand at one end and knock and at the other end and enter at our leisure without any problem of any kind being the problem.

On May 9th there was a flare from the sun that produced a line upon line upon line of things that were from a spot or sunspot, if I got it right, from the sun. The sunspot is a mystery and I am the only one to see that it brought up lines of names out of the spot and one was the name of Joy and one was the YYC or the likeness of it and that means the travel name of airlines for the city of Calgary where I am and where I pray.

There are other letters included at the beginning and these may be like colors of the spectrum in r and g and what might be p for purple and so if so these might be codes given to us to find life out there in space and in the proper ratio of time so if you are a scientist who wishes to find me and find a way of seeking this out then write me at Joel fossilman@hotmail.com with title “Joel. Find Solar flare info” or something in case it hits the filters and gets spit back into oblivion.

I believe we are part of the story of God and part of history and part of history is the sun as being part of the surface story of God in his name.

Psalms 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

Job 38:7 When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

We have a price on beauty in Joy as being the price of a daughter who sees her husband as the price of a want of a house in liberty to perform the duties of the heart and this is the view that God protected her from harm in the story of the beast and in the beast looking like Dwarf and like Lion and like Tree until she grew fearful of them in part because of the darkness of life as it was on earth. Thus she is given price in the image of life showing forth a project to men of the future in their writings to prove that the images I provide are faked by me in part or in whole because I am with few talents and fewer yet in the sense of being known by men.

What do these clouds signify? I have written of them before but I need to speak of them instead of being off so much in tangents and please forgive me if I do that often.

These clouds are time portals and each portal is time and time and time and time moving time forward. As each time line moves up it portrays history in a moment and in a moment begins lines forward so they hold life for the people of time and for the sake of time meaning something to everyone who sees the images in a sense of time being time as a thought.

Thus as each portal moves up a line it carries up history and history is the will of those taking time to slide in thoughts of thoughts over each portal so that when people read these things back to the beginning they will have a price of life for the sake of a Living Earth product as put out by the people of Earthdesk compiled of satellite images.

Though we know history is written forward it is the price of Living which is God for the sake of the earth which is caught in a wheel above and a wheel below and it spins image upon image into the air for those who want to see what Elijah tried to explain in his vision of a wheel within a wheel for the wheel I speak of is at the top off Greenland and down below above Antarctica.

Ezekiel 1:15 Now as I beheld the living creatures, behold one wheel upon the earth by the living creatures, with his four faces.

Ezekiel 1:19 And when the living creatures went, the wheels went by them: and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up.

There is a hairline light that forms often off the Western side of South America which I feel like I can speak off for once. It is the right side of light or the frame of a box still there. The box is hidden to light of men so that is is camouflaged and it appears often for the sake of history and people who can find it by searching in archives for men held the light of it off by hiding it. Why? I believe NASA is the price of a war and it is the war over the thoughts of men and the thoughts of a price of Knol’s and a price on life as it is now on earth. They are holding life up by men who fake out others with insight when it is stuff they know that is of God.

Thus they hide things in fear and they hide things knowing that God is moving on the world and is doing things that are big enough to scare them to the point of fear without end and thus they price what I do as small but an end or a bit of an end to their light on earth.

They had a role in history and that is all because when it came time to reply to God in the glyb answer of a Urim and Thummim the people of Israel failed to trust that glyb was brokenness of noise and not God dying or ending his watch of the night. It is the nature of life in old Bethlehem which will raise up a standard in life being unfair as God says “Did” and find and work with men trained to seek for insight in the find and not in the pattern for the pattern in this case is the dip of earth found below the sea and filled with stuff not worth considering for anything of worth and if there is treasure they would take it out and throw it down as filth or stuff kept hidden from men.

Thus a true value is the point of being pared or paired if you can call it that, with a new type of university called “Trained by God to seek like a house of dogs finding a clue” and then finding it, the clue, is the point of prayer and prayer is the point of life moving up or down the ladder to see for themselves.

The body of price for the clouds is they form faces and many other oddities in image after image. If they are of the beast or the butterfly each day then the leaf is there in part to show the view on life is finally coming to a point of change.

In the story above we have Greenland which is surrounded by changes in pressure and these things, even if some are distorted, are increasing outside of the lines that once were there to begin with.

In this story we have the value of Fat boy and it was an atomic bomb dropped on Nagasaki along with Little Boy on Hiroshima.

In the final story of life we have atomic bombs and mysteries above and below the sea happening as we speak. History is writing out the chords that hold us to the story. We write part of it as history and part of it as mystery and part of it as a view of the thoughts as they happen. However mystery is written in prayer and prayer holds the vision of compression as the light of true power happening in a  way I’ve not seen in full to date.

What are pressure waves? These are things seen in the clouds off of the part of the world we call North yet they are taking place now in full off of the South Pole region and they are part of the story of God pressing in with desire to break the pull of sin in men with power to see that something is happening in life that no one can explain without wondering if this is simply a pole change.

The war of the worm is the price of the image above. The worm cost man his house for a thousand years of life until God said enough and gave me a house rising up out of the deep based on image and writing on the wall of the world itself until someone pays attention.

We are living in a new day beginning now, the 16th of May and it is the price of these images which I delayed writing on for the sake of garage sales and tiredness that I present to you from the 14th and 15th together and then the story of the 16th as history and history being a role for the sake of the future bread pulling in wealth right and left by clicking on Google Ads or whatever is there to prove life can help even the poor learn how to hear and trust in the things of God.

Psalms 45:1 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

Out of Africa I saw a white horse forming from the desert sands and from them a rider forming from the heart of the continent. I said “It is the Christ of Israel and Jerusalem finding his way to our land” and it is.

Among the questions of life are those which are cost and effective. If I have a name above every name on earth then it is the price of prayer to get your name above every name out there on earth in prayer and I have done that at least for the day.

If I imply it is above every name but God and we are God inside of us as children then I am nothing but above the creature or creatures of bad and thus not above anyone else since God holds all things together.

Now as far as holding a lamp I hold one to the price of life and to the front of the escape clause in life by prayer holding onto family and family hanging onto me despite everything in life that tries to pull us apart.

I hang desperately to the Lord in the final pact of life because some will read what I say as being the height of impudence or danger in anathema speaking but I pray and hold fast to life by prayer and with cause to the things that are happening in the world and by prayer that God will hold the door open for us who are almost dead and by that I mean those of us who pray for you who judge the hardest but cannot tell that you are possessed of the tongues of demons because when we are in God we test with insight and knowledge and not by the demonic spirit of doubt.