Ozone Hole 35

If this story is prophecy...

December 18, 2006

Joel Akin

I guess the biggest mistake we make is assuming people accept facts. The fact is I could write this story on facts an make it up. So lets see if I can bring a note of levity to my life.

Lets say that I were a critical part of this tale of the Sampo. In fact I was so critical that the entire universe were created by me or for me. Now we have made you laugh so I’ll go a little deeper. Lets believe that you are part of my creation and I made you as an ant in the work. You are smart but not very wise. You want to be wise but you have no comprehension. In comprehension is an idea, a concept, to explain. And so because you can’t think you join the collective mind of the Borg. And because you can’t think you write something stupid because we Borg are smart? No, the real answer is that there are no real Borg in the real world. Only in the mind of one person. And that is the creator who built the empire for them.

Well, lets just imagine something for a minute. Lets think. What if God went backward in Time and tried to discover where Sin was hiding out. Now lets assume He heard a cry at the end of Time “God, why have you forsaken me.” Now that is the cry of someone who is wailing for help. Now that is me and that is what I wailed this morning because I was in trouble. Kind of.

Anyway this morning God arrives and tells me to keep cool because there is a conspiracy going on and no one knows it. Being a gossip in only one sense I had to write it because I figured no one read this and I could say anything I wanted. Only in the future when it is read by those who have Time Travel do they think, “Whoa, what happened on that day.” After all I don’t say that more than a handful of times in my life and it is a critical phrase.

So I then think “What if I am part of this conspiracy? How well do you know your own life? Well I went out and tried to figure out some things. For example the lure that kept me at the center of this story so I had to fight Sin. I didn’t seem to have any option. I tried to escape and ask God what was happening and it was a hush hush situation because Sin was more sly then anyone in our world had realized. And he played with words and he found words and he conquered words. And it seemed just when you had him under control he went out and tried to control the lines. And that meant he didn’t know who was in control because no one was at the keyboard mentally.

Well, it was a joke because I had thought “If I’m in the center of a massive conspiracy then people either from the distant past or the fantastic future will turn to me for advice. But lets assume that this twist in time we spoke about kept getting them lost in space. Now if that sounds strange remember I moved and so they had to figure out my next location.

Now lets assume that because I was part of the story they named things after me. And if that is true then there would be a lot of ways to spell Joel or Akin. And in fact there is a conspiracy of Akin. No one, except the rare genius, knows how to spell it right. They always add a T to it. Well that is a secret code I think given to me by someone who must be in charge that all is well. Because even though the T should go in the middle of my name it goes in the middle of Akin which spells AkTin. Now why its put there I don’t know but figure it out if you are fortunate to have an Akin name with a T in it. Well, I did date an Aitken once but she became wise and changed her name and I can’t find her post. So I guess I shall not write much. Just a joke that pops up in Spring.

Now there are things about this story that are spooky. You see it really began with a Princess for that is where I searched for my pearl of great price. I spent years traveling around Alberta searching for the newest gemstone called Ammonite. This was back in the early 90’s and while on that path I passed up a couple other stories because most of them lead either to the military or to trouble with women and men who soared to great heights. And it wasn’t me that got in trouble on purpose. I just seem to collect it by being in that million to one place in life.

Now it does get strange because Queen Na really did know where Princess was. That was Fa or Fara and she was the most beautiful Ent woman of all. She lived in a realm where people called her Princess and she was meant to be Queen. But she had a secret and she never shared it but when she was in the tree and stuck there two Hobbles came and rescued her. They were not named Hobbles then just friends. Most Hobbles, like Hobbits, hadn’t existed. These two were dwarf like but like Hobbits had big feet with some hair. Not a lot. And they were known for their wisdom and they gave up life for Fara believing someday they would be ressurrected by God and be set free. And so Fa set her heart towards God and said if two men will give their life for me I will give my life for them. And she said “Even if they were small I would have married them.” But she didn’t know who I was and didn’t know that I existed. If she did I guess it was because she didn’t know how weird I would be name wise. After all history records this story and I just happen to be entwined in it.

So if you wonder how I can say it began in a cottage in Upper Michigan. I didn’t know our neighbor who rolled cigarettes was a wise woman. She didn’t say much. Our parents didn’t really know her and as far as liking her I don’t know. I just know God knew her and gave me this idea to go over and help her roll some smoke. And I did and so did others of my family. Now we didn’t believe in smoking and my dad preached against it but I helped and I figured that if she wanted to live there and roll cigarrettes that was her job. But I forget most of this. I have a faint reccollection of sitting on a bare wood floor and licking paper and trying to add tobacco. I don’t remember her. I just remember that floor. Now I remember the paper and I think she had a well swept floor and maybe a black cat and a fireplace. Okay, that is a joke because I was respectful and I kept my eyes to the floor and pulled bacco out of a white can. I remember that. Who knows why. Just talking about it stirs up dust off old memories.

It wasn’t an easy thing and I was far from coordinated and I don’t know if she smoked them or sold them. I just know we helped her and that was it. Except one oddity. She didn’t exist. I could not tell you what she looked like. I could not tell you anything about her. I could not tell you what she said or how we ended up living next to her. I don’t hardly remember this story. And there seemed to be another old lady on the other side of us. It was just a place I lived in the wood. And it was really a wood then and we lived on a hill but back then a hill for a four year old was still a hill. My brother drove his first car there about 1 and he was alone at the time. Pulled it out of gear and let it roll down the hill into the next lot where in the early sixties great bullfrogs swam about until someone ate them. I missed them and insist bullfrogs be brought back to Upper Michigan.

Well, I was a kid and I didn’t have much to do so I went out and did small things and they ended in tragedy. I do know it was deserved when I didn’t eat my squash when it got cold and gross. It was my fault when I was given beets. Even today I have a massive reaction to beets called “Gross!” It was because we were poor and dad was a traveling preacher who went out and started up churches. He was kind but always busy. Mom was sweet and spanked us if we were not.

The fact is this story was meant to be about my life and how it fit into this story. It isn’t meant to be about my problems with rolling ciggarettes. A lot of kids probably did that. Its just that she wasn’t a witch she was a lady who had no one to help her roll them. She maybe had locked fingers or something.

If this story is of prophecy it is this. Suppose that everyone that was part of our life was meant to be there. What if that old woman was forgotten and was buried in the sand and she lay there forgotten in a coma. That sounds strange but I did have a dream of a lady who could be royalty lying in the sands of Cuba. There was a cigar someone had dropped in the sand and it had been buried with her. She lay there alone, ancient, more than 100. She seemed like the sand which was pure white and she was in a bed double queen. And it wasn’t just the bed it was her. She was ancient but in the dream I saw her as someone I loved. And its strange because I think of her and pray for her as if she were real. And God doesn’t say she isn’t. Its just that He doesn’t say why I had that dream. And I had a vision recently. This one was about an old woman that was standing on a brand new road. And she was staring down at one spot in that road and there were tears dripping down. And she was surrounded by three men. I saw it and again I felt love for her and I wept. I didn’t know who she was. I just loved her.

If there are things that happen to us without our knowledge do we spend those days in prayer? Do we spend time praying for people who were forgotten by society? Is it possible, even a little, that those people on the sides of us are in realms where they can’t be seen by most people? What if I lived my life passing people by and they were amazed when I looked at them. What if those were the invisible people. What if I were one but God was trying to find a way to break me out. It does seem far fetched but I spent my whole life trying to get people to notice me and only one place really did. Well, I guess I should say I tried to be invisible. Okay lets start again.

I wanted to try and prove that I was invisible but I realized I am too big for that. So who were these people who were? They were people who had fallen into another realm. People who had been carried there by Grays. Now you might think this is foolish so let me explain. Grays are called demon. They are not. They are spiritual men who cast off the flesh and become what ever their soul wants to be. They are called Gray Spirit. It is they who are the ones who have abilities to carry men into other realm. I call it that because in this other realm people can’t die. They don’t have life there they just exist.
I have been fighting them in that realm with my prayers for a long time. Maybe years. I did not like this story because it got me in trouble but I think part of it should be told. Just don’t read this at Christian youth because they might have nightmares. Seriously. I don’t want storming troopers at my door because the kids want it. They love a good scary tale and this one was. And it was told and I proved it could scare and I didn’t know I was mean. So read it and pray for me.

Well, I had an encounter with the gray we will call T. T is the one in the middle and the one who adds T to everything. I call him T but in reality he is Time or time small. Small because Grays are part of our body and they live inside of us. And they have a gift called “Walking out and leaving us” and that is good. The Gray we own is our heart and it is part of the tree that walks. All men have it and all men fight it and it fights you day by day. It is a spiritual part of your heart called Sin.

Now if I call the gray T and it is time and it is Time and it is Sin then what is it? Lets call it T or T for T so that when I write it no one will steal it away from me. They are blasphemous spirits who steal the joy of the Lord. And they steal hope and they steal life. And that is what I fight. I fight what they do to me and my mom and my dad and others around me. Like this world. I fight them because they are SSS or hisss or the Serpent.

The Serpent doesn’t get mentioned much but he is still around. Scripture calls him the Dragon or the Devil or Satan and this is true. He plays rolls and he owns soul after soul. And he steals people without their knowledge. And if you are evil in heart he just lives there and multiplies. It is an evil spirit and there is nothing like it in the universe. It is so evil that God calls it a sly spirit. He told me that this morning. It is sly and it is evil and it is able to steal. Now the kill part is out of his league but he would like to. He can bring pain but that is being held back from him right now. He is evil and he follows men of God around to try and steal from them.

Well, it just so happens this story is true. And I want to make it weird for you so you will understand how strangely funny God can be. I won’t tell all of it. Just enough for you to understand how strange this is.

First there was Death and his name happened to be Erich. Now Erich wasn’t meant to be a bad guy. He was meant to be the good guy. He started off kinda good and got mad and made a curse over women who had nothing to do with his problem. So he cursed himself and became a dry man. He died on the way to earth and was planted in a cemetary in New Mexico not to far from Santa Clara. Now that isn’t the strange part the strange part is that his name was A. Now A is part of the B and that was meant to be part of the Alphabet which is given to a nation. He was going to teach people to read because as smart as they were they had a mental language of “How do you do. I am smart and you are smart so why read?”

Now that sounds foolish but men were men of weirdness. And that is saying enough. Now they went out and built things that were big like True ships 200,000 miles across with crews of 20,000,000 or so and that meant they had to find planets willing to buy one. That wasn’t easy because it usually cost the planet a years wages and that was too much for most. Some bought one and regretted it because the True Ship was designed to go into the invisible realm. Like going into War with a Warp and a Woof because the only ones who liked it were the Cur and they were the Currell race. And that meant they were part of Satan’s lineage. He was part of the True Ship brigades and they were the only ones in all the universe that could fight Sin or as we would say a spirit of shadow of darkness. It wasn’t Sin like we know it now.

Anyway Satan was old and he had come from an odd lineage which isn’t saying much for everyone had a strange story. It was a weird time and people wanted it weird. The stranger it was the better. Even now most people like strange but want sanity at home. And so that is probably the way it will be. Those who want strange can travel off world to find it. The Universe is filled with strange things. And those True Ships were the only ones ever designed to destroy the Scourge. And that meant they, the Captains, had to find a way to train people to kill it with a thought. That meant introducing them little by little to it. That meant they had to go into this dark realm and it was scary there. Filled with spirits of gray who mocked them day by day until they got used to it.

And if you think this was odd they found out that men had knowledge so they would pluck it from their brains until no one knew what was happening and they would come out nearly brain dead. Once they were back they were normal but the Grays got smart and this meant they could develop things from practically nothing. For in that realm things as we know it don’t work very well. They are in a realm called a causeway and the causeway was meant for Angels going between one world and the next. Everyone had a causeway but the angels had one built for them so they could go to someone’s help who needed it right away. Boom and you were there. It helped stop a bullet or a chair or anything being thrown. It was part of the chore of an angel to deflect things using ones imagination. It was fun in one way because sometimes they used people to deflect things and that meant they got a bruise but ended up being saved from death.

It was just the way life was and people didn’t mind and angels were designed to watch and be patient and wait their turn at the turret to men and their life.

Now if an angel were wise they would live a life on the edge and that meant being there immediately. As the grays took over the grays wanted men so they could own their soul. They went to men and tried to take away that which was theirs. They tried to steal and to kill but found death baffled them. It was there in those realms where they played with things they found in normal realms to see what it would do there. For example the snake which was in the Garden of Eden had been to this realm and found that there he was powerful.

Now some don’t want to know this so close your ears or skip it. The fact is the snake is not the biggest danger to us. The biggest danger to us is us. We have choices and despite the enemy surrounding us no one, not even the sinner, has anything in life he cannot resist. God made it that way and there are only a handful of men who have it otherwise. They are fighters and fighters are rare and in all time there have been perhaps a dozen who have been able to fight well. Most of us are not fighters. We sit back and wait for God to move. A fighter isn’t me and I didn’t know that. I fight with prayer but that is Gods gift and that is the gift I have. A fighter can go to this realm and fight and they are like video games but wouldn’t be much fun because you have to use real weapons. Not buttons.

Now these grays are impervious to normal weapons and if you find one dead it died of disease so treat it with care. If they happen to have a video of one that found a way into this realm it would be a man and not a gray. The grays were men and in their realm they are gray beings with no hair and private parts that are invisible because sex isn’t there. They don’t know what sex is and it isn’t just that but they lie. They lie and lie and lie and lie because in that realm a lie has power. Not here unless you are a flim flam artist. There a lie takes you places and that is because they changed the program to allow a lie.

Changing programs isn’t easy but it is like seeing a fish in the distance and trying to scoop it up. That means they use a well and the well is your thought and the thought is what they put there to try and steal away a thought. So if you are on a path somewhere and suddenly forget your keys that might be normal. If it happens every day then there is a spirit involved. Perhaps even a gray. They are not common but they are real. People dream them but if they come into your realm they will appear as men.

Now some like Whitley Striber would disagree but he doesn’t operate in prophetic gifts. He operates according to their rules and that means he might have a place with them. They give power to men and after all if he can change opinions so can I. They are dangerous spirits and not our friend. And if they find a way to twist realms and you see them everywhere trust me that you had better turn to God quickly lest you start looking like them. Once that happens you’ll be as those angels which neither marry nor give in marriage. That word Jesus spoke wasn’t meant to be a blessing. It wasn’t a curse it was just a fact. To be as the angels which neither marry nor are given in marriage is the curse we have accepted. We think it was a fact written to all men. It wasn’t. It was written for a man who had found power and wanted men to know it. Jesus didn’t want men in heaven to be alone or to be sexless. That is a di about to roll. For if men are sexless then who is to produce children when all men would be sexless?

Lets say that men were sexless and they were like grays. If men had no sex to speak of and angels had no sex to speak of then who was having sex? The answer is, if you are right about angels, that in the old days when the Sons of God came down to the daughters of men that those were men. Now if you are right about angels being sexless that means they came down to men who had daughters. That means those daughters came from God who replicated them because daughters of men is angels.

Now if angels were daughters of men that meant that men were Sons of God. Now if angels existed on the earth at that time, and they did, an angel was part of the story. For angels were written to be with and without wings. Some were of God and some were of Sin. Sin wanted angels who were black so one named Erowind made him a few. They were called Ka or Ca. So when men saw them and saw their color they said Ka Ka or another word is Caca. Now that sounds like a dirty word and words were meant to be of this story. Men wanted angels who were pure but some wanted angels who were dark. So there was one we spoke of earlier who was the leader of the Ka. We spoke his name more than once but he wasn’t just by those names. His truest name was Abaddon. Abaddon was the key holder. Some call him appolyon according to scripture. It is scripture that is the key to this story. Scripture was written by God so that men could decipher the people who were meant to play a role.

Scripture was written so that some might play a part. If your name is written in the lambs book of life it is because it is unique. I found out that Grays wanted me in their realm because they saw I was smart. They wanted me to play a role of time because I understood it better than some. I could write it for days and weeks and months and maybe even years before I ran out of things to say. That was a gift from God who gave me knowledge of it.

I was able to speak of other things also and I keep some of those to myself because most people don’t want truth. It scares them. And if I share all of my life people might think of me as a prophet. I can speak it but I don’t because God didn’t say I was one. He said I wasn’t a prophet but I have that gift. So if I have the gift of a prophet but am not meant to use it then what is going on? The answer is I am a man and a man submits to God. And if I use that gift I can but it is not my calling.

I didn’t know until recently that I was meant to be a writer. That is what brings me the most joy and it is what can bring others hope. But until men are free they cannot have me as a gift. In other words God wants my writing to be seen for those who can find it. I hide it in obscure ways and even the search engines have not found it. That means I write and write and write until I finish this story. It is a hard story to write because it is huge. And I don’t like telling people I write unless I have a book to show for it.

Now all of us have a story to tell. I find it difficult to focus but in reality add points as I speak. Some is scripture and some of life. It is all part of my story. It is meant to be. And if men follow it look at the main points of this story. Search out the names of people who became linked to me. Such as the name of those who came before such as town names. Sometimes there are spiritual connections which cannot be explained easily. I give Munising as one example. If it were part of this story then God would really have a heyday with it. So Moon I sing would be a place for a home so that God could enjoy the moon as it was. Now its over Lake Superior. Then maybe a lake but mostly wilderness. Now if God wanted Michigan to be prophetic then maybe it had a link to Hell. If so God wouldn’t want it in Upper Michigan. So he would put it in lower Michigan.

If he wanted Paradise he would keep that close by in a pen and that is the closest to Him even if it doesn’t show up on all maps. The next closest is Christmas and it was there I killed hope. I still feel guilty because I was on my way to lower Michigan and on my way to Marquette because her plane was coming in. I was surrounded on all sides and could not stop. Traffic coming towards me, me in the lead of half a dozen plus cars. The sides of Christmas filled with people and then after that a narrow road with no pull off because the lake shore was there. It was an impossible situation.

Well, that is my guilt and my apology to people who might remember the cat that sauntered into my path without a look right or left. I wasn’t speeding, I couldn’t slam on my breaks and I just had never hurt an animal in my life until that day. At least by accident. And that trip or one like it left three other animals dead in my path. The only night in all the years I’ve driven when I killed three animals in one night because all three sauntered into my path. I’ve thought of it as a spooky coincidence but maybe there was something to it which I haven’t figured out yet.

Anyway as you travel along the lake one of the next towns is Au Train. Au Train is often referred to by people who dream as the Gospel Train. It is one of those times when you are caught up into a dream and the train is there? That is Au Train and it is a beautiful spot.

Now there are other prophetic towns in Michigan. We know Hell is in Lower Michigan and Paradise in Upper. But there are other towns where I lived and they seem normal. Menominee had something to do with wild rice. Gwinn was probably named after an early explorer. Dollar Bay? Well, I haven’t figured that out yet unless its the shape of the bay. That was where my mom lived and she was part of Dollar Bay for years. She loved it there and I think of all homes that is where her heart still is. Not many live there now. Just a handful. But I was there doing interviews with people who remembered mom and her family back in the 80s. Toast and Agnes were two of them. Really nice people.

Now the UP has a unique history. God loved it there. It was the nicest place in all the world to live. It had one thing then it doesn’t have now. People. To be honest people isn’t to mean the people there now don’t exist its just that the area was bombarded with family and friend who wanted the UP to be free. They wanted it that way because it was like it is now. Pure. It wasn’t filled with bug or bat or bombarding mosquitoes. It was filled with things that are not meant to be known.

Not known is like the tree that existed then. Not the Sampo. That was there it just wasn’t big. Not like that. It was huge though and it had a reputation of being the biggest tree in the world. Bigger than the redwood and bigger than the Empire state building. Bigger than any building on earth. Why? It was the one tree that speaks of birds nesting and it had been driven to the earth by a spirit called Death.

Now Death was a tree called an Ent and an Ent was of God. It was big and so big it had tree seeds like whirls and those whirls were ammonite. It had ammonite by the hundred and they had one gift unlike seed of earth. Earth had ammonite too but they were seed of Am. Seed of Am meant seed of life and life was like AM in the morning. They were there as after midnight or as we think after morning when the sun comes up. They shone and they reflected and they were pretty. Not like the ammonite in Alberta perhaps but still beautiful.

Few exist and if they do they are all in heaven waiting for someone to come and find them. They were meant to be planted on earth but those who came after didn’t want them so God stores them waiting for life to appear on earth again.

Now if this story is strange then remember this was before men had gone south. Which means no one was bad or kinky or sorrowful or hurt by circumstances. Evil hadn’t risen up and if it did it didn’t hurt people but went after planets which were solitary and alone and didn’t have anyone to defend them. Like Pirates avoiding the marines so pirates went after the weak and solitary.

Now this tale does get true and we’ll cover it all today. One reason is we want this story to go into the biggest answers to all time. Why did God allow His world to be destroyed.

Now this story does have a writer and that is me. I fight and I love God but He knows my heart gets hurt by Sin. Sin tries to destroy me and I only write this because God will explain it someday in the near future.

Now this tree in the UP of Michigan was there as an example of one thing. A tree that didn’t have money. It wasn’t designed with money in mind. It could be cut for lumber but there was no sawmill big enough for it.

It could be cut for evil and knock down a few villages on the way but it wasn’t meant to be cut. It was meant to be filled. It wasn’t the Sampo but it was a cousin to it. This tree was meant to be the example for it was big and it had a huge shade and that shade kept people from seeing the sun at certain times of the day. That bothered some and they wanted to know if God would cut it down so they could see the sun most if not all the time the sun was shining.

Now God loved that tree but he knew if he cut it down that it would repeat history of big trees. When he was young and not so old as now there was a spiritual story told of a daughter that really was His daughter. It was when He was the son of the Holy Spirit and that meant He was Jesus. So He was a He then just as He is a He now but I leave out all the big H because big H is all about Him or him. Now Jesus didn’t want this part known because it was embarassing but he had been gifted with a gift of time. He could see things into the future. And he said I will name my kid after whoever I find that is cool. He went into all the universe and watched all of time but didn’t find many cool people.

That is until he heard me speak one day at Chili’s restaraunt. Now I go there for ice tea, the real brewed kind, and they serve it from hot to cold. Now Chili’s is a cool place and it is true they have lovely women there. Mostly though I go there for the burger which is delicious but they need to work on the buns because sometimes they are crusty and dry or have the feel of frozen. Anyway I was there one day and I was talking to God how unusual the word Chili was. After all if Jesus said I would rather have you hot or cold but if you were lukewarm he would spew you out of his mouth. I said that most food, like bread, is served lukewarm. And if Jesus ate bread that was room temperature he wasn’t speaking about bread.

Well, I wondered if he had a chili. Not only is a chili hot but its name serves it cold. And if you eat it lukewarm, an especially ‘hot’ chili then you have to spew it out. But it gets strange because if you serve a chili hot its still spewable and the same if you serve it cold. So I said no matter how you eat it you have to spew it out of your mouth.

Well God heard this and laughed and said if I can tell it just right then maybe it would cheer me up. So they said “What is it about this boy that makes us laugh?” And they said “We can’t get him to laugh” and yet he has hope that maybe this story will have an ending and he can cry with hope. For he was always wanting a specific answer and he was always being fooled by Satan’s lie. For Satan rose up like a devouring lion seeking to devour him.

Satan didn’t want to be a devouring lion of hot chili. He wanted a lukewarm dish which is what Jesus refered to. Well this story would have no story if it were not for God. So I asked God “Is this of God or of Sin.” And God said “It is of “ and left it blank. For it was meant to be of me. And I realized I was the problem and the promise. I wanted inspiration but i had it. I wanted life and i had it. I wanted hope and I had it. But I clung to old things