A Pale Moon Rises Upon the Sea

What is the price of prayer to God but that of the Slorn and his retinue of life with the house of God?

June 16-30, 2010

Joel Akin

Deuteronomy 33:14 And for the precious fruits brought forth by the sun, and for the precious things put forth by the moon,

In the story of life I wrote a song out to men and I wrote it out to time and I wrote it out to the future but I didn’t ask permission for the image from Luis Royo so if he happens to find this page and feels anger at the above story line then write me and I will be happy to remove this image. I include it because I saw it and was amazed and I feel that one day you will receive credit with heaven where God dwells if you will allow me credit to keep it on this page or this site or the site of things yet to come.

For when man first came to the moon he held up a light in the ball and the basket and he held up a light to men and he held up a light to the people of the future and he wore a frown because the world then was dark.

He held the light of the sun up to the moon and called forth a song from it and the moon grumbled and sang a soliloquy which sang off key for the moon wasn’t much of a singer.

So the man who held the light to the moon called forth a man from earth to sing and that man was even more off key for he held the light up to soliloquy and it held the light of a lily in the word but the y wasn’t there in full until the end and he wondered why.

Then God showed me the Jul in the month to follow and it held me up to prayer and it held me up to the prayer for a future where man might once again see the jewel that was the moon in fullness of brightness and not the paleness it is now.

The future was the grip of the morrow and the grip of it is the price of a future where man holds up the light of a Jul in a way that no one had in the past or in the future. For if men would see talent and talent in man as a gift of life they would reveal the best things for the best parts of life by putting their stories on the news day after day instead of the present darkness and sorrow. For if men wondered and worried over nothing but life they would find that out there were stories of people who suffered in life with no one there to care for them in full and I know of what I speak for I am a severely disabled man.

I know some think that to write in full and to write like I do indicates a man who judges and sometimes harshly but I do so with hope for the future. I hope for a world and a world of life and I hope most of all for a price on life. That price is the life of God returning to light up the moon which is a pale grip of life and the light of a burning soor and a burning slor.

Both indicate a price of life in the reptile which was the fish we call sturgeon and it held a light up to the moon because it was of the ancient dinosaurs even if we in our day forget its origin and its grip on the poles and it grips on the old lines of fish which pulled you or your pole into the deep and there to drown in the sow of old lines and old fishing grips of life.

Thus I speak to those who might see the poles and wonder at the grips they have on this world. They were the grips of old men bearing weights of sorrow and sores and powers of slorn to the deep of the grip of a world lost in time. They sorrowed for life and they sorrowed for dreams and they soared with men like Luis Royo who held the power of a dream up to the stars and yet was gripped by the power of a world or a moon that sailed across the soaring seas of time with men like me.

It is true that as a disabled individual I have no money as of present but I have a dream for man and a dream for his house. I dream that one day we will return to the moon and the moon will produce for us a home and a treasure filled ship for the sake of home journeys and homeward cries of yore and hind in the sense of a deer or the quarters of a leap across bonds of fish and Pisces.

The story of life is gripped inwardly by a binding on time for as of this day I write this the night before my birthday when I turn 52 and if that seems old to some it is and if it seems young to some it is. The fact of 52 to me seems old but in a sense of a child remembering the pre-teens and the teens and the 20’s and then the grip of the thirties with not so much fondness for I failed so often in life that I could not count the times of failure.

I carried on me a slor and as a slor I held the muck of life to me so that people saw me as the proverbial pen and pig and I held the story of life as a succeeding failure, my health always slipping from well to poor and from poor to worse. I grew up sickly and I came into my 20’s developing a new form of sickness to add to the problems I then had with allergies and they as the cause of the rose in a garden I dwelt in then as a form of labor.

From the rose came forth the shakes and the shakes grew and mastered me until I could not control the quakes of life and I found the wrinkles and fissures of life came down to the heel and I failed to stop those cracks from moving me to pain and suffering.

Yet despite all the things I lost I came closest to wonder in fantasy and when fantasy failed in science and in fiction. I loved the fictional thoughts and I dwelt often in fiction on television and I learned from youth the wonders of what might be beyond this world.

I read of the journeys of men and women into the great beyond and I wondered at the hardships that awaited man out there and wondered if this was really the way it had to be in life.

Yet in the story I present to you and in the next few weeks and maybe month or more, there is the Jul in the sky where the leap of life waves grain and life down to this world. I dream of a time when the y at the end of the Jul would be explained in full. I dream of a time when Joy would be there to explain the y and why’s of life to the full as a wife I never yet have had, perhaps in part because I was called forward eternally onward, towards the light of a distant star by He who is called God. I told everyone who ever loved me and cared enough to marry me that it wasn’t Gods plan and so I walked away from those who truly cared because I held them up to life as the front of a belief in a being I had never met beyond the pages of history.

The point of the Jul is the moon and if the y is stretched on it is because the moon will soon undergo a transformation unlike all in history. It will undergo a historical change and one in which the resources of it will once again begin to wander their way down to earth.

Some of you may have wondered over the strange nature of the blueness in the skies over Europe and in some small part over other regions of this world. They are blue lights which reflect the nature of water and they are a mystery to men in high circles.

However I have an answer and it is the moon which is changing and growing and leaping inside of its shell for the sake of a Heart woman named Morgana.

A long time ago she held the story of life up to God and bore to him all that she knew but the ending wasn’t there in full and she didn’t know why.

I carry the story to you here and the story is the dream she had for the people who came to her spas and they were spas for the sake of the slor or the muck and the mud and the deep side of mud from the refuse of the fish.

It was the end of the story for her for she bore the price of the moon in a day of destruction and in a way she never understood she laughed when the moon broke forth in a thousand geysers as it held the hit to the magnetosphere at the heart of the moon.

Yet in the heart of the magneto there was a man named Deth who held the light of the sphere up to God and he held it to the Y of life and she was Joy in heaven and in the heart also of the sphere of the moon.

She cried to the Lord day and night for she was trapped there in the form of a woman named Ana and it was her name which came to be the composition of dreams around the world in the manana of tomorrows and it was this which is her price of history that she woke up and raved forth in sickness of mind until God put her to sleep.

Now the story is one I will tell more of in the future but I write this as a prequel to what is coming. For the light of the moon will increase in brightness as it prepares us as men for the changes of life and light on earth as we see that which is the preparation for the soaring in of God. He is about to light up the world itself by lighting up the moon first and then by stirring up the sun in a way it has never been seen by or for since its inception as a star in the day it was created by God for the sake of this story.

It is the light of the sun and the moon and the partnership with Y that will bring forth a story unlike all others in history, a part as a narrator and warrior is how I play forth my tale but in a sense of truth.

Thus in the days to come the Y of the story will begin to move the Jul closer to the end of the tale and it will bring a finish unlike all others in history for the sake of the Storn and the system it created.

The three images directly above are part of Canada’s extreme NE as it conjugates with Greenland. As these images in the clouds grow they begin to affect the weather in areas such as pressure and that in itself is a box of ideas for man because it is cool. Everyone on earth should understand that the pressure system is built up of ideas that are conjugating with Greenland and it is the base of an abrupt change destined for the future when the world we are on begins to undergo a vast change towards delivery of those things called ideas.

Imagine that the ideas presented here are like does and the does rise up to be either deer or if we can dear to us because of what the images are trying to say. Now most people look and see patterns but don’t usually spend time viewing each part of the pattern for they speak of things that are part of life and life itself is meant to change and change to bring time moments on earth when I, as one of the wishers, am granted my dearest wish for a boat or a ship of my own with technology to begin bringing about change in the air or in the earth or in the land and so on.

Thus I can begin to move out the tar because it is a problem of people and if I find  a way of refining and then refining and then refining until all the elements are brought down to their most basic form, even down to the base of either hydrogen or maybe carbon.

Thus people will see me as a person who has an ability to change what cannot be changed and in such a way that no one notices and yet change comes overnight and that is the proof of change in the air or change in the light of mens towns and so on.

Imagine that we had power of time and people by the millions and time to change the world if needed. Then imagine we had the interest in changing things so people could adapt to change simply because it was different and they didn’t need to watch the change and begin to feel sorry for it because one moment it would simply arrive like a tree growing up and we never noticed it at all.

Now this would be the power of time and if you  had it by the tail you could swing time to the box of life off of Greenland and then process the idea through to the other side so the dreams of men would then come to pass over the rest of the world. This is why time changes and changes to time are the price of not noticing that the entire world is coming to a place of use for people to move to and the temperature around the globe stabilizes into set patterns so that for those who are there now they will continue on that way until they tire of it and then the pattern can move onward and till the land in change and people will like it so much they won’t go back and forth seeking perfect harmony of life.

In the above series there are some oddities with the satellites not producing the weather. Now I am convinced this is not normal for it seems when some go off they all go off and I speak of different satellites that cover the earth from different perspectives.

It is my personal belief that the powers that be remain in control of the stack of lines and decide what or who has access to things including images from orbit. Thus when shutting down an entire system on one portion of the earth or around the entire globe happens it is people in charge who are deciding that something needs doing about what is happening in the world weather so that people like you and me do not see it. Thus when something above is way beyond explanation, like writing down of words, they put the body of the story to the test and find it cannot be explained and cover it up.

You who refuse to think that people out there create conspiracy because they do not want to face the fact that things are happening in the world they are not in control of.

As with the boxes I wrote about the story of heaven is to write down to people in the know what is going on knowing they will delete all the messages they find leaving us the clues to follow behind and those clues may be the truth in full rather then just the story without an image that is clear to all as in what they continually erase from existence.

Now I know this is true and one day some in the know might share it and they will be seen as an expert and they will say that some far advanced race has been leaving messages in the clouds for us to read only those at NASA and Russia and China and others are part of a vast cloud of lies to cover up the system of truth that is being held to the light of our world by those who are in the know.

Thus those here think they know who is in charge, albeit themselves, and they throw out those of us who write these small journals based on what we find as fiction or not worth pursuing because people today think it is Photoshopped and to be honest I don’t have the expertise and I don’t have the interest to try and fool people. I would perhaps get more interest if I just told everyone these are photoshopped but I don’t and instead I get few if any, at present, people writing to me about these things.

The entire nature of life pours forth and it hails up and down and the broadleaf pattern or splitting of empires continues over the world as we speak.

What is the purpose of these clouds? Fata Morgana is called the center of a mirage and Zemyla Novaya, which is the land shape in the images that looks a little like a worm, also has its own form of mirage from the polar regions hitting what is meant to be warmer air.

The problem with this story is mystery and mystery is the poor mans slop because most people who see these pictures jump to the first conclusion is that they are distorted artifacts.

Imagine that the world held up the light and saw that all the world held together with perfection, but the world could not bear the particle that was off of Greenland because it appeared as a ship.

Now the point of this study is that people, family if you will, went out and tried to prove me off so that I would stop bringing confusion to the church.

Of course the problem today is that confusion is due because people refuse to see and when they see they assume because assumption is the greater part of Balaam’s lie for the nations of the world. For if we live in a world filled with mystery then the world must stop assuming artifacts are caused by cameras and find a way of proving they are distortions that form distinct patterns and patterns which cannot possibly be more then just passing clouds glancing from side to side in a curve around the globe both above and below the polar regions.

Now the point of this story is that the world is strange and the world exists because people try to explain what should be seen by others and fixed immediately. When we take into the circumference of the earth and pry loose a bay of pigs then we loose a lie on the world and the world could care less.

If we loose a bail of pig then the single pig looks around and says “What a cool thing” and then goes on rooting about for cool things within the nature of what he has found.

Thus the right side of the brain knows there is a possibility that my family members are right when they say it is a distortion but what if I went into it seeking to figure out the distortion only to see that it made no sense to me and eventually it began to show up in weather patterns from other programs such as weather attached to Google Earth and they had less patterns then anyone but less clarity then the program I have which is Living Earth from Earthdesk.

Thus to program distortions in is the concept at hand.

Now we seem to have a mirroring pattern which is side to side but, and this is true, the mirroring pattern doesn’t follow true because it is almost always clear that if you have a mirror pattern then the center should replicate in such a way that it isn’t pure at the center to the degree that I will show in the future and hopefully later in this article with what I call the Jul of all July’s.

The box of life is when I hold the pen as my own and I hold life to it with a hope of normalcy soon for I fight still against foes like the spirits of Miser and Jealousy and they are spirits best exampled by the people we remember as Ahab and Jezebel but the spirit behind it is an old foe to the women of the world named Fignelia and she is the born sore of life in anger and in rage against those we call men. She built up a province of lies so deep that it took me and my father who is God to unravel this far into her story. She is the price of rage and anger as a woman who was the smallest giant of them all and she held the rage of men because men held her down as the cow of all rages or the woman who wanted men to hold her without love.

The point of prayer is the point of knowing that she bought me a cow and she bought me a sin and she bought me a prayer but not a line to God and she held me down to prove I was a failure until I proved that I was a line worth knowing and then she held me up to prayer because she was the light of a giantess, one of the early ones who hated all things in life to the point of creating a monster that was like life out there. I call her anti-worth and she wove into nature the monster that held you and I down to the sea until we had become darkness and death inside.

Thus when God held me up to prayer he held her up to fight and she was the first woman he had to fight and she was the first who whipped him in battle because she used other things to fight and thus he as God had the ability to fight everyone then but never that part of a woman that was dark inside and that was their heart then, for it was a mystery to Him because they were labeled as part of the heart of men who didn’t want to know what they really were without a fight of life to the end of life and to the end of time.

It wasn’t just brawn women once had but it was sense and sense allowed them to fight like a man, which then meant to fight with tooth and nail, rather like women now. Eventually women went the way of the nail and the tooth because in the curse of Eden they gave up the nature of war to men and that meant they were tired of fighting so they turned it over to man and man took it to the aggressive nature of a Heart of God and women sat back and watched and worried that they had been responsible for such a monster rising up to take on the world itself. Thus from the heart of war came men who fought and were fighters from the beginning and they took the heart of women and broke it open and crushed it down to pieces until each cried piece and each cried individually and each cried. Now to double the tears is the curse of the Heart and the Heart held me to the price of tears more then any man but in a way I needed it because I probably was a little dry in the area of tears and I didn’t mind crying.

Thus the price of this story is being revealed even as I fight against a foe so deep that it is here in the story where the woman did it, but what about tomorrow or the day after that? Will I find at the end that it wasn’t the woman at all but only a pawn who hated so much that she allowed herself to become part of the great curse of life from the sea of time and life.

The price of moving into this story is fiction or price of life in the hope of a dream. If the dream is like Susan Boyle then she dreamed all her life of being a star but never had the stuff inside until she gained it in national fame and then people loved her because she had been there and toughened herself on trials from all points of her life and she became a frumpy line of a woman, if you will hold that up for a moment because it means a sourish or bad tempered or mocking person, usually a woman who is seriously unfashionable.

Now that seems like an odd compliment but I mean it as that in the sense of a refreshing nature of life being shown for what she really is. Few have stated it with the light of what I say, that in the image directly above is a worthwhile image of a new star in the clouds named Boyle and it is the fright of her which is the price of pain and pain moves things up or down the line in sight of God with the hope that they will be their own fashion and not become like the problems that are the world today of fashions or fashionable people.

Fashions means you have to walk the red line and that can mean for the woman to dress up as a whorish name and to put on pimp and power of lies in a way that takes the innocent nature that was there and then try to bring in the dark nature which was also there but held back for a reason of truth to the child inside and out.

When a child goes to the sea they take on a dark nature because they have a mother or a father who protects them until they take on the nature of the root that is far from holy.

This unholy root takes them into the sea and purchases for them a look that is like the people who have come before but with it is a cost of their innocence and if they refuse to listen fully to the darkness inside they fall into darkness and into depth of sin and fail and when they fail some can rise up out of it by renewing themselves or by shaving off their locks and turning up as a new leaf inside and out.

However the price of this isn’t renewal of life so much as renewal of an appearance and it is this which holds the promise of life for the people who remain as they were from the beginning.

The world holds its breath and we hold ours as we fight with a price of life for the sake of this story. I hold my breath because I want to make it to the finish without causing anyone in high places problems in their walk with life but I also want them to hold onto the nature of change as they promised it and that means the price of knowing trouble with oil was on the horizon.

Oil is the bargaining chip of life with a world called spirit and they hold up life in problems for everyone in the know to vanquish with a word but if the word is CoA then it is the problem of the ancients and the ancients were men who once foresaw the dinosaurs as women inside and saw if women were to arrive in the nature of a beast then they would hold onto life better then men so the nature of the woman held onto the beast and the nature of that beast held onto the fragrance of oil and women liked it because it was a scent for the nature of life riving or arriving and if one means to counter then the other means to fight with life of God and His family for the sake of time forward and time later and time onward to the point of a tree called Calvary.

Thus that tree held the price of the boon for the sake of a woman and the woman held to the side of Christ a flow of water for the sake of the tree and if it held the body in urine then it was the body floated up to hold onto the tree in heaven which was the old Sampo needed to heal life on this planet from the throne and the vanquished throne of old lies and half truths and partial truths which God had no interest in nor wanted from our lips or our heart.

Thus the person of the grace of Jesus Christ came to be the eunuch on earth in more ways then one and when he entered back into heaven he had to bear the price of knowing what he had endured as a man on the world below as a man of God and yet God also and that  meant he had to bear up people who had done things to him and try to ignore the feelings of hatred or anger at the very least because of how horrifically they had beaten and cut him of his things that we hold precious indeed.

The CoA is the enzymes or Co-enzymes which means life to all concerned. In the front of the stack is the Co and it means the ice of life inside of us which is frozen and cannot be revived without old lines rising up to blood the world once again. Thus CoA is seen in a way on the outskirts of his breath in writing down the fragment he saw coming as a leader of men in the term before his true election. Thus he knew trouble of oil was coming up but it held great terms and that is promise if he could bear through the trouble with men that was coming.

The problem isn’t the dispersants nor the problem of old blood itself but the price of a magnetosphere which is partially broken and leaking and proving to be a problem for man above.

Now the price on a box and old realms is dealt with by God but there were things there which I saw which were hearts of old men going about doing whatever they saw fit. They hold a line in me still to my toe of all places and I get hit in pain when I speak of those things which were forbidden to hold onto except by way of the clay of Christ and that is a rare thing indeed because it is the slor or soor line of men holding spit up on the price of n or the price of a world God built up to hold the price of dung from out of heaven.

Thus the tracks of it held life to the gold in the streets and they fell to the world of the moon which is rich in deposits of gold and history of heaven but it is the world here where we have a magnetosphere damaged in part by a war from long ago and it leaks oil which is meant to be a reserve for the sun itself.

Now the CoA is the price of value of men of God receiving insight into things that belong to God but not all who receive insight do much with it but I do and I hold up CoA as the price of oil of blood of the magnetosphere of the earth rising up with old lines of filth and dung of men but rising nevertheless to boil up here in a way that is way outside the normal lines of receiving it from men in other ways by drilling and hauling and filtering it before it touches the land with other types of things in it that today we call toxic.

The price of prayer is to show that men hold up light and when light is blocked by man praying then they hold up a light of their own to try and infiltrate the light of things belonging to God.

Thus men of old offered strange fire and that became an offense to God but the prophet saw the time coming and prayed for it to come to an end and thus the sons of Eli died because of that strange fire but men of God lived on to show why CoA is part of the oils blood and lines meant for the area of the Sipi and the regions around it because of the death of the leaf that was and is part of history itself and part of the story of life that once brought life up out of the deep that would protrude into this existence in a way that was cool to men, as in giant fish out of the deep and they would rise up to form a partnership with man in the dumping of garbage off the side of the bow of the ships. This is why today we need some garbage to take to them so they can rise up again as the monsters men speak of in awe for the garbage of men produces monsters that are cool and wild and wily and make the world sit up and take notice for it changes shrimp into dinner plates for one fry per person and that is the truth.

Above is the patterns of wave upon wave that is carrying down on occasion out of the polar north. What is it? I have talked of it as time waves only I think in part they are pressure of the system of waves of air coming in from the lines of the north as fairness of colors and fairness of waves and fairness of life which is moving us ever closer to heaven. In other words think of these waves as marks in the air as we move up and down as in pressure and when a spirit like “Depth of life” held us down in pressure of a deviate sinus we were caught in a wave of depth that refused to release and it was this spirit that held men in pressures of the deep to bond us to nitrogen so we would hold its pattern into our dung and thus carry down depth of life to other creatures and they to the pattern of life in the deep of the sea.

Thus as I wrote this section, about 3:45 PM on a Wednesday, my birthday, I was hit by that spirit and saw its importance to this story because it is holding life in the sock of pressure when we as men and women were meant to rise up to heaven at the whim of the heart to commune with God and to commune with the people of life around us by way of life’s hearts holding patterns to nature in life with God holding us.

This image above is a cute one and if you take time you can see it is like a child with their tongue hanging down from a laughing mouth and a pointed head.

When we deal with the individual patterns of life we find them feathered even deeper in ways that are not normal. In images above, especially the butterfly image, there are things about it that have never before appeared to my knowledge on this planet. Yet there is more then one growing in the Antarctica and at least two in the north polar regions and it is here where we study them and they appear to be individual blocks or boxes which are made up by the hundreds of thousands and all forming a block by block pattern to form up a block by block image of a butterfly flying up towards a leaf which is also intricate and patterned like a leaf and thus the Zemyla Novaya land of Russia shaped like a caterpillar or worm and from it the rise of the butterfly.

I have talked before of the Tzar and his weapon that went off in 1961 as the largest bomb ever exploded. It was but there were other weapons never deployed and thus we can thank God for that as the air itself carries life to us from the throne of God and the throne is made to pattern air through molecule by molecule and when air is brought up from man that is patterned with death it is marked by God as technology being tried and he holds it differently until it is locked up because air is meant to carry far and wide news from all parts of his kingdom.

Thus if we were to carry that it would be a plague and plagues are the earmark of sin and not of the throne room of God.

Once there were Q who went about doing good. We might laugh at this because Q on Star Trek in the later shows became a problem of war and if we asked “Who is Q?” they all answered.

Thus when I hold up life to God in the future it will be by way of life here but in the heart so people can remain anonymous to each other and thus like each other for who they are with God but with each other as love towards one another.

This means life as men will cease only in the sense of bondage to desire of the flesh which is part of the nature of gel us sea and it is the jealousy nature that I spoke of earlier in that flesh became part of a clear protoplastic type nature that allowed all to be one flesh and one mind with all parts used as a soul in hatred of God. Thus in the light of the ship above pulling a bondage out of life it is the Q or angels who came up to God who wanted more then hatred which became the price of life to overcome the sinus nature of life breathing in and out all the time. Thus our diaphragms will undergo a change so we can walk in the sea and breathe it as air without having to move in and out with lungs to try and see a bit of air rise up as we vanish into death.

The end of plastic is the nature of plasmic and we will still have flesh but in the sense of blood bought and paid for by Christ but not in the sense of what was which indeed was protoplastic and not plasmic.

The story of vibrations includes words sent through from God. In the image above there are line upon line and these will eventually cover more and will prove a plague for man because they will give out messages that tell a story in English of love for one another.

The South Pole above is the price of change and one day it will be easy to write about but I do hold to the fact that God is making changes in life that will aid me to the point I can tell you deeper knowledge about it then man has presently available but I am in prayer to the point of life and to the point of time so hang on and check back over the next months to see where I am in this story.

I do believe that images appear that are not always easy to explain but in the above is man as a man who is brought up with the twin mind of the serpent. The serpent holds us by the privates and holds us to the price of a lie but one day it will intertwine back up and begin to procreate out of us as truth and truth will bear into us as a conscience without the need for a ‘prick’ on the heart of truth or the price of a lie rising up to sing instead of jab with our tongue etc.

There are images that are clear on occasion and that means clearer then normal. When this happens we see things that are impossible to believe in full. Thus I am convinced these are things that will arise which hold onto value and will be a value of proof as men try to figure out how to duplicate these things and duplicate them in a way that isn’t proof but trial of their faith. The above are the greatest proofs so far of the Totem posts of history being important and a show of why they are part of the heart story as seen below those images.

If angels are in the clouds or just bugs in the software they are still cool. If we end up broken inside because we were wrong over this then that could be the price of prayer holding us up to the light of men who are in prayer only in the mark in the side of the heart called the house of time.

If time is meant to be no more then it was the mark of Cain and he held the light of men to the side of the north in the sense of time being no more. The problem is that no more is a meaning to mark the way of life by having a cane to support you when you are lost.

Today Rev. D. Linday had a memorial for people far and wide. He was a man who held me up daily in prayer and when he died I lost a friend I rarely spoke to and yet he carried me in prayer. His family who remained and his friends held him up in eulogy and he held men to the firm side of a love of new cars. Yet in the light of the end my father came out the back door and wandered amidst all the vehicles forgetting that he came in the front door.

Thus he wandered until someone came and helped him drive around until they found his car which was where he left it but when you struggle to walk, even with a cane, you have to have strength to explore and that strength wasn’t there.

Thus the price of the story came to be the cane and it was the cane which was the price of sugar and it was sugar which held a man up in the heart and when he finally passed on to glory it was in the lack of sugar that woke up a spirit of God which held fast in the heart as the mark or the price of an old promise that if a man were to die then at that appointed time his spirit would return to the one who gave it.

Thus when Brother Lindsay passed on he held it to the restroom because his heart said he was passing and he held it up to the light of men as a passage of time into the toilet where it belonged because of the mark of murder by a man named Cain.

Thus in a spiritual sense we are passing into a new type of glory. From the dung heap to the price of Christ on Calvary to the grave and from the grave of Calgary to the men of the future where God holds me up in glory for having a frontal line to him in fullness of life and that fullness is the price of dreams and dreams that pass into glory as the light of Gods house being open again for business with this realm.

Among the other symbols is one that is like the Chinese word for destiny.

If the house symbol is at the top and below it a brow of a person seeing down the nose to life then the nose lay down in peaceful shores and the brow was removed meaning that for once God might lie down in peaceful sleep because the light of his house is on and the peaceful sleep denied him is allowed once again.

1Thessalonians 4:14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.

Those who sleep in Jesus is the saying of a man who was allowed to sleep and was allowed to rest even if all things he had in shores of life were missing from his life.

Thus what happened on my birthday was the light of God moving in to make my day a day unlike all others in history except for the day when Jesus was born. That is Christmas and it will be a day like this day because it will be a day when people give gifts  to commemorate a day when God held the light of men up to a star to sleep and the star winked back that soon things were going to change and men would arrive to thank those who played a role in this story and how it will end soon with God coming back to remain in shores for all time and all places and in all stones of the field even if that seems shocking to some.

The point of dreams is to make the story of life come alive. If it does then God will break the firm nature of life to stow on this world every jul and jewel he can find out there so he can have fun searching for them because it is the light of a dream to find things with a friend who had no one to search for things and to find those things each and every day in some form to keep life interesting and to make words mean things because the world will find that some of the images here are so strange they must be off but, and this is the truth, who can say what God saw in life that freaked him out inside and what is the price of being like God in all things so that God dwelt with me in the house of pig or Pig House and saw it was glorious inside and out because of prayer and inside with delight.

The box of images is almost full. NASA has a day coming when they will see out there lights coming by the hundreds and then thousands and then beyond number as people from all parts of the verse of God and from parts beyond this verse of uni and from all parts of the verse of time will come offering a gift and a gift so big they will see it isn’t for them or for anyone on this world, and they must be mistaken for there are none worth considering.

It will be the price of prayer that will draw forth the great and everyone will say “Surely he must see us and know us” for they will see him as the front of the robe of the crust of the cross of Christ and that is people of God who pray through to life in full.

Thus there will be many who are tested from all parts of the world and they will look for the hale and the whole for none could do this and live and yet in the final glimpse of life they will find a whole part of the Net herded to me where I will sit and just say “I don’t know whom you seek but I know for whom I seek and He is God.”

Once the few came to earth and dwelt there with God. He held up the light of men in the sea and prayed through to the end of time where the spirit of God dwlled in fullness of life and it was the Spirit who came to his rescue and carried him to the end of the day where He as God dwelled. Then in the light of rescue he held up the price of a dream to the men of this age and said ‘Give them light of the moon to show them the way of life’ and the world sang for the rescue of the world from pain of oil and pain of sorrow and it was the light of oil which rescued those who held onto the lighted shores of her travails for she was the Liberty who sank in the waves of the Gulf to be seen no more.

Then in the light Liberty God dwelled in the light of oil of anointing and held me up to men and said ‘Dwell here for a time to see the truth of the ways of men in the light of God.’