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Ozone Hole 8

The Snot that wouldn’t clear

November 17, 2006

Joel Akin

Once, a long time ago man had an enemy. This enemy was called the whaller. The whaller was a big name for a small, crippling little bug. It wasn’t much to look at and it wasn’t much to fight with. It just was. It tended to think much of itself and it tended to be a problem that was etymologically sound. In other words if you searched its name you would find the secret name. But for now we’ll call this little bug Sinis. Sinis was a special name that had much ramifications for the little guy. The little guy, like us, suffered terribly under the torturous ministrations of this creature. It was ancient, so ancient that no one in the Universe knew what it was. There were those who said it was alone. There were others who said if Sinis lived that he would bring along other friends and they would fill you with their wrath. And wrath was like trying to fix the plumbing without having a handle to work with.

Well, I know because my handle falls off many times and I have to open up the top and rework the innards until I get it just right. And then life is back to normal and I can sigh with relief.

Now if I had Sinis infection I wanted to know it. I wanted to understand how this nasty little creature could exist inside the platitudes of all those medical care personal. Those who pampered me with tissue samples and cried out “Oh Lord, not another one.” I twasn’t fair and I for one sought a clear shot to heaven. For I said “If God cares, he would provide me with a shoulder to lean on.”

Well, I kind of meant a shoulder to cry on. For you see this story of the plugged up hole really was about Sinis. Sinis was a simple viral sponsor who went out and searched holes to plug up. He went into all the universe and if there were a hole he plugged into it to see what would happen. It didn’t matter if it were electrical, sun power, worm power, head power or just poor lice. The fact is Sinis was Sin is. And Sin is truly was ancient. An ancient enemy for which there were blow after blow after blow which laid the poor people low who came under his thunder. Why there was barely a soul or a spirit or a beast in the entire universe that had not blown up at least once. And sometimes it killed and it laid low and it brought men to their knees. And in the process of going to their knew they blew and blew and blew until the earth itself was covered with ozone holes.

Now sometimes life plays fair and sometimes it doesn’t. After all my search for answers to the craziness of what is Sin went into the depths of knowledge with God. And I went into the depths of my bed, took my nightly allergy medication, turned on the air cleaner, made sure the box of kleenx was close, and I rounded out the night with a “God, can I please be healed of allergies?”

Well, there was no pure answer and there was no clear answer there was just a muddying of the waters in ways that the peal of it continued to disclose new revelations. Frankly I was mystified. There wasn’t a lot I could do and I just lay there suffering with millions of others on earth wishing for a pure clue.

And don’t think I didn’t search. I did. How could I tell people it really began in the rose garden. How could I tell people that I was allergic to some of the most beautiful flowers in all the world? I could talk to them as an expert for years until finally Sinis stole my knowledge and I became the greatest of ex-spurts. Frankly it was unfair. I who had fought for the revelation of knowledge found I was in a one on one battle with the greatest secret enemy of mankind. Sinis.

Well, to put this story in perspective I went out and I searched for a cure. I figured if Satan were the cur then Jason were the cure or so said his name explanation. I figured that Jason must be the guy who lived for six months of the year but my allergies went on year round. And I was miserable.

Well, life does go in circles so the world said and I was on the path to a cure but I didn’t know it. I didn’t know that I, along with countless millions had suffered the deadly blow of Sinis. And that Sinis was the bug that had laid down billions of men into the sod. And it wasn’t fair. And it wasn’t easy. It was just bad.

So I went out and I searched for clues and I prayed and God had mercy on my soul. And He said “Listen, I have a clue.” And so I listened and He said “Tell them the truth about Sin...”

So I said all right and I thought where do I begin but with the kleenx. Lets imagine world after world after world that suffered with Sinis. Sin was the greatest curse that men had ever seen. It laid down millions in the dust and they rose up like dogs and pigs and they snuffled and they wept and they cried. They could not find a cure. There was a man named Jason, we called him time, and he said, “If I could only travel throughout time and find a cure for Sin then I would surely be the greatest man of all time.” So he threw himself into a star and he became the dust that searched out all things. In so doing he added one thing to the story that probably should not have been there. Sin time. Well, before Sin was an ancient plague that wiped out civilizations. And it needed dust to make itself a plague. And Jason became its cure and it went out and searched for men to breath in its dust so it might become part of their Sinis.

Well, this sounds absolutely looney so just hang on cause I have a cure, I think.

Anyway God saw what Jason had done and went out and vacuumed up all his parts and put him back together and said “Listen Jason, you’ve made a real mess of the place. All this dust is only making Sin worse.”

Well, no one knew what to do. Sin was everywhere and it was the dust that lay in the field and the dust that lay in the house and dust that lay in the heart. It was an ubiquitous enemy that went back so far that trillions of years were an ambiguous entity we will call the champions of Sinis.

You see, when this story started we had Hope waiting at the star where a new time would begin. She was there when the Dark Star arrived with all its filth. It stood in place so that she could not see the star bloom and it went into her heart so that it thumped her with the crook of time. Now the crook of time became Sin in her heart. And it was a nasty blow to her because suddenly she took on the flail of iron. The sneeze. And it hurt. Now this sounds absolutely crazy because she didn’t know who was to blame at first. She didn’t know what Sin had done. She didn’t know that the crook in her heart was a blow put there by Sin. For Dust from the dark star carried Sin and it went into her air passages when Satan entered on board. But sometimes the one and the other are the allergic reactions we have. After all Satan was a Sad Sack and as such he could not handle allergies either. Everyone on the Dark Star and on his ship had allergies and they sneezed and they snotted and they lived life with it and said it was a sign of the Gods. That they were marked by his pleasure. For they said “If we sneeze we are special.” And so they were. Specially stupid. Well, poor Hope was taken by Satan and a child of Sin was born. And that child of Sin was a Cat, Hope said. And she was a miserable woman thereafter. Now of course we do speak of two children for they did know what sex was. It was just that everyone said of Sin that when you sneezed you blew and when you blew or sneezed you sinned. And if you sneezed a lot, which is what happened to Hope even before getting hit by Sin again, well, then you think this story is crazy. After all why worry about a few sneezes?

Ask anyone who suffers with allergies and they will say that Sin has to go.

So when I asked God how far back this story goes He just chuckled and said it went back to the beginning when he made things from dust. He made a sin bag and put it in it because he said that anything made of Sin must go into a vacuum. And if it were in a bag then it couldn’t escape. But others wanted to put their Sin in boxes and they called it Sinis box. Some called it Earth that was responsible and some said that the entire universe were based on Sin which came from the Terror that walketh by day. For those who walked by day stirred up terror for men sneezed and they said it was a curse put on them. And they ran and they screamed if men sneezed. For there wasn’t anywhere on earth where the plague had not come. It was so horrible when men built the Sampo they cried out to God to forgive their sins so much the entire world thought there was nothing in the hole but dead plagues. And the entire world was so crushed that God said “I will create a vacuum cleaner and I will put fresh air in the top and cold air can go out the bottom. And it will spray a mist which shall cleanse men of the dust. And they will be free of this plague.

But poor Hope thought she was the plague. Satan was the plague but he was the only one who figured it was a natural reaction to their body odor. He didn’t see that Sin or Sinis or sinus was a flavor to worry about. And so sin rode along as one of the men of the ship and he called himself sin and he was sin and he made himself sin.

And everyone on the ship realized that if they were Sin they were favored by God for the misery they suffered. They put themselves in places where Sin would make others miserable. For they walked around with dead eyes and snot rolling from lips and they cried out like zombies. And they were revolting to people and they loved it. And Satan made himself like an ape and covered himself with short air or air that was close to asphyxiating so that he would run down. For he hated allergies and gave it a leeward side to the other men who loved it with hatred. For they had to be part of the story of Sin that was funny. The part men in the future will laugh at because they’ll know this story is true.

Well Sin rode upon men everywhere and he said “If I am a plague on men then men will carry me.” So he went out and forced men to carry him on everything from vehicles to pliers. Well, the pliers were the great beasts he used to ride upon. They were called Pliers and they were used to pull teeth and great objects such as trees from the ground. And they were used to strip men down to their shorts by having them ripped apart. It was a brutal time with Sin on the loose and he stripped men down to their thoughts because he took them into the tombs and into the womb by having them cut apart their mother and enter in. It is true and it is dark and it necessary to understand. For they found new smell that smelled of dark odor, of defecation, urination and such. They said “If Sin is bad then poop is worse. So they threw it upon themselves and they forced themselves to eat it. And they became the stinkiest men on earth to the extent they were horrific to be around.

Fortunately Hope only met Satan when he was just covered in body odor. He went into the darkest part of this story without any qualms. And he forced men into situations that made men think they were diseased. He covered them with filth so their body broke out in sores. And they were filled with an extreme filth for he made them sewer rats. They went into the dark filth of sewers to clean them up and they were filled with dark things that they found. For they ate of it and if it was dark they ate it and if it were filth they ate it. This is what sin did to men and men fell into the pit of it and liked it. And they were filled with loathing for women and for the things of women. And they filled themselves with dark things, like ring worm and tape worm and maggot and cut themselves so that they could pull out things that would make one vomit.

Well, it was the dark days and it was after the crash of Hope and her ship. She was still the light that men sought out even though she didn’t know what to do for them. There wasn’t one man on the earth that could pull his or her own weight. Men fought each other but most were diseased and sick. They had worms and they thought that was a sign of Sin. Later, during the middle ages, it became a sign of purity. But that was because they believed vermin was a sign of true men. Ver or true min. From Min we get ministration and minister. It is also part of us that went into viata or vitamin. That which strengthened us.

Sometimes we find mysteries in the search for truth. After all if men went dark by eating things that were foul how did they ever survive? In a way it was because they didn’t know the truth. Today if we did things like this our body would be destroyed for lack of knowledge. People would lock us away and we would be held in prison. Men in these places are known for following some of these ancient practices and they call it fresh. Its not. Its old and it is a sign not so much of mental disorder but lies of the evil snake.

Now we don’t speak much of the snake but in scripture it tells us it would be cursed and its arms and legs would be removed. It became a crawling species called snake.

Now arms and legs are implied for it might have just four legs. And if it had four legs it would just be a creature. But there were things found in the universe that were brought to earth and became part of this story. And in the box that Hope brought to earth was a box called Pan. It was the only box filled with earth and it was thought to be the original soil that had been kept for millennia inside of the box. It was the hope of earth because those who saw it believed if it were original Soil that from it there might be cures for men. And if it held soil then it was the first part of life. And if it were part of this story that meant it would be a part that would bring healing. And healing was the first thought when it came to Sinis. For Sinis literally caused the entire earth to sneeze. And sneezing wasn’t a joke. Swollen faces and eyes and nose lead men to an early grave. The swelled up with flu like symptoms and they died. It was Sin and it was of the nose and it was allergy.

Now allergy was of Sin and Sin was of God. Now that might be why God said “I create evil” for he saw that men waxed worse in the ways of Sin. Now this isn’t meant to be a joke to what he did. It is meant to be part of the history that men might know that no one really knew what Sin was. There were those who thought they knew the works of sin and those they said came from the grave. For the works of sin were the bones and flesh and all that was left was spirit. And the spirit haunted tombs and when one sneezed it meant that evil spirits were possessing a man. They became possessed and if they continued sneezing that meant the works of that spirit were changing the nature of that person. And people warded them and pushed them away because they often started sneezing.

To be honest there were many who remained immune to Sins sneeze. And this lead them to believe they were pure and holy. And so the nature of Sin had to be the nature of the beast. For if the beast was sinful then those who lead life’s around animals must be sinful. And so on and on and on it went until men finally cried out to God because all those they knew seemed to come under the power of the beast.

It became a story within a story for at the conclusion of every story there was always a cough or always a clearing of the throat and sometimes a sneeze. And the sneeze became the box of earth called Pan that Hope brought from the stars. It had come in a transition of great gifts meant to help relieve the plaguing of the dust. It was believed that in one of those gifts there might be something that would relieve the suffering. So Hopes boxes were many for she and her crew had gone out and searched everywhere for wisdom. And they had found it in the ant. Well, the ant was known for carrying soil so that became part of their story.

There were other treasures in the boxes Hope carried in her ship and those things were from wild to average. In our day they would all be interesting.

Now there was one special box that came in the form of several creatures. It was a crossed species between that of a jackal and a dog or as some believed Hyena. It was a strange box that was filled with knowledge. But it was based on death and in the box were frozen receptacles. These receptacles were part of a group of species that had been found on an ancient world. No one knew what they were but they were ancient and they were many. Some believed these Authors were species of an ancient race. Others thought they were creatures that had been founded on a world of knowledge. Whatever they were they became the heart song of the la’s of the ship. And they carried these as great treasure for they were part of the story. The treasure found on the world of Sin or what they believed to be the world of original Sin. The first world that man had gone to from another star. For on this world there were all manner of fossil and rock and stories written in stone that spoke of a great disaster and of a great comet.

These speciments were stories written in stone and were in many ways like fossils found on earth. They were stories written in stone but these were unusually beautiful and lovely. There were so many of them that they became the Tile which covered the ship of dead things. It was called Anobis. And Anobis was the measure of Death himself. For they had discovered the world of the Fay. The world of the fairy. The world of wishes and love. But it was gone. And so wisdom women had flocked to the world and scoured it out and found out its secrets. And one of the greatest were the receptacles. For they held secrets that were worth greater worth then all the gold of all the seas of all time.

And it is said that if coincidence had a name they would know the secret of the Ammon receptacles. Some believed they held the souls of those who had fought Sin. Others felt they were just creatures of the deep. But whatever the great Anobis box held one thing was for sure. It was filled with bones of ancient creatures and it was filled with things that spoke of ancient ages. It was filled with knowledge and it was filled with the heart of La. And the heart of La was the heart that had fought Sin in the beginning time. And it was then they carried with them knowledge of a time when men had fought Sin to a standstill.

The fact is no one knew when that time was. Only one of the La’s did. Morgana La Fey or La Fay as some called her. The Queen of the fairies was her name. She was the Wisdom La that had scoured this world and found the ammon receptacles and the Cherub round rocks. She had found them amidst the seas of ancient world Tel. A myth because most men of power called themselves by the Tel name. Even Satan’s name had Tel in it though weather he had in tel was another matter.

What we do know is she Morgana had been a victim of Sins time. And she had been the only survivor who had been caught backwards in time to a place in the past so distant that no one believed it possible. A time six hundred trillion years past. She was caught back to a man we’ll call a soldier. He was in a battle with creatures of the deep. Creatures he called Allergens. Now that sounds like one of those fantastical creatures of myth and legend. Its not and perhaps some will feel sad about that. After all if an enemy existed that long ago what could we humans do? Were we free? Could we think?

Now you are thinking this story is so ludicrous I must turn away and watch television or read a good book. But don’t take it out on Morgana La Fay. She was just doing her job and she really did get pulled back into a distant time. And she really did meet a soldier fighting an allergen. So how do we explain it in a way that will make sense?

By telling you one truth. Who is in charge of the universe? Well, if God were in charge it seems that such a simple problem like Sin and Allergy would be cleared up in a day. But who would have thunk or sunk to such low levels to think that the box Hope brought home carried a remedy called Soil? You see, it was Soil that carried time and it was time that carried sin and it was sin that carried disease. So if disease wrote out a will it would be called life. And if disease took life and wrote out a will it would be called hurt. Because God saw things that men did and realized that if certain influences and factors came together trouble would follow. But try speaking to men of ideas and tell them “Here is the word I would use to describe” and they want to come up with ten others, twenty others, a hundred others. So God set a course towards the Holy Spirit and laid on him a charge and gave him a course called the La of Languages. And it was written in song, in hope, in joy, in love.

But men searched out answers in the dirt and became Sin filled and fell into the influences of Sin. They wanted misery at times because in misery meant they were in for a search of their lives. Put in a deep cave or a high mountain or a far distance and men would be there to make it hard to reach. The harder the reach the more they  strove for it.

Now this quest for the impossible star meant they wanted to see how far they could go in their own strength and in their own power of might. And that power of might meant that eventually some men woke up to what was happening with sickness and disease. Some woke up and realized that pure living meant living somewhere beside the tropics. And it was there in Romania that a group rose up that showed fescue. Fescue was a way of holding off pain by measuring out strength. They fought and they wrestled and they ate foods of meat and of fruit and of vegetables. They had wisdom granted to them by the people we would call Gispe’s. These Gispe’s were men and women who had been culled off by time and Satan after his crash on earth. They had become part of a cold culture and it was this cold culture which allowed them to survive on the cut of the jib and the role of the wave.

They lived by the wheel and that wheel was under their wagon or under their hand. It was the wheel that tilled the ship and it was the wheel that tilled the field. And those wheels provided them the catch of the day. But training of the wheel was a measure of fescue. The strength of the wheel became the lot of the plow boy. The plow boy was one who had a measure of strength and it was considered his seed that would till the field. And if his strength was strong he would till it until he reached the end of the line. And if he looked back some said it was because he could not hold the line and he was given a shaft with the women to pound out the grain.

Well there was one plow boy who had the strength to hold the line of the wheel and it was his measure that others marveled at. For there had been no young man that had been raised on the fullness of fescue like him. He carried the strength of men in all its glory and it was the glory of men that men heaped upon him. For they praised him for holding the line. Yet all the praise did nothing for him for he saw that the line was but a small thing if one could mark the distance. For in every line he cast he followed a plan in his mind. And it was that path he followed which guided him through life. For he saw one thing he liked about the word that God cast into his heart. And that was hope. For he saw a future where men would take back the land from Sin. And he swore in his heart that if there were a chance to lay sower to sword he would do so. His name was Cina. Cina had a claim to a sword and that sword was in the family chest. It was a sword he called of arms and he played with a stick he had forged himself to practice with it against opponents such as trees and vile weeds. He searched out knowledge and learned it from the travelers who passed through, some of which were Gispe’s. Of them he had only respect and of their knowledge he was awestruck. For they forged metal and it was the forging of metal which was a secret that none of his clan knew. It was that forging which had prodded him as he grew older to search out their company. And it was in his middle teens that he wore out his family in his quest for knowledge and reached out beyond the forest of the Chinas. For the Chinas people were the people of the way. And Cina was the greatest of their people though none of them knew it at the time. He was destined to become a great king. A mighty warrior. A fighter against the forests of evil and the dins of claims and the well of dark churs. He kelled them and struck them and eventually he owned a sword he could call his own.

Cina traveled across the wealth of time. And he learned on these passages of ways. And along the way he learned hospitality and kindness. But people don’t remember the kind deeds of a young man. They remember only the fact he became a warrior and fighter and as some believed a great lover. But it was his heart that cried out for depth. It was his soul that cried out for knowledge. And he learned of the Sampo. He learned that it had been the tree of Wisdom and he learned that if he could find it perhaps he might learn. So he rode the till in as straight a line as his world allowed and searched out the Sui of the line. And he eventually found it. It was a till where he ground out many years in frustration for he came up against an evil that was so great that it crushed his soul into stone. And for a time he lost understanding and fell under the whip and the weft. And it was these things that taught him that the gods of his time were false gods. And there were no God but one. And that was the God of all creation. But we will speak of him again in another time. Perhaps a book written of his journeys across the world to the place we call the South Pole. He became part of our heritage and he was a man that time forgot and cursed because of the rumors that circulated about him. His people, his forest people, went on to the place we call China and built empires. The Gispe’s who road the wheels of ships and of wagons with knowledge? They went on to become cursed by time as well. They are called Gypsy’s today. But there was one man, one special man that I will stand for. One man who learned the hard lessons of pain and suffering. A man who went on to become a great king. A man who fought against demons and powers of earth that we have ignored. His name, Cina was only part of his name. Cina meant spice of the earth. And spice of the earth became Cinan and Cinan eventually was changed in time to Conan.

But we started out with allergy and I wanted it to end without a sneeze. For in time there are stories written by men who write of things that were. They speak of them with knowledge for they knew such men and women. And we who are partakers of time listen with awe. But there is a qualm to some that in time things change. Stories change, people lie, history concludes. And we are part of a great swing that I call the arc of the line. In Noah’s day Ark meant end of the line and the beginning of a new way. Arc has connotations of things past. Things written to us in history of a civilization that was far from dumb. We look at our meager pokings in stone and dust and state that we know the answers. And we laugh at those who try to write it without proof of existence. And yet in words I can find those clues because most words spoke of specific things. And if we can find those words we can learn truths that none of you dare to question. Well, its okay to ask questions. Its just embarrassing because those nay sayers go on to become no body. Time is like that and it changes us from people who think we know to people who really know. And so I speak as one who begins to know and hope to really know someday all the questions that I raise. For I bring up things that sound crazy but I do so because these are things history speaks of. We see things in my writing that should shake us up. We should question our past and our motives and our understanding of things. Just because Scientists say that dinosaur bones were of ancient creatures that lived on earth doesn’t necessarily make it so. After all if creatures were found on earth that were dinosaur like then maybe that would prove it to us. But perhaps there are worlds out there where dinosaurs rose up and then in some great disaster a ship full of bones broke apart over earth scattering dinosaur bones over the face of the earth. Now wouldn’t that be a sad thing for all those dinosaur fans.

Maybe, just maybe, Anobis ship full of Sin Fay also broke up in a place we’ll call the County of Newell in the EID or Eastern Irrigation District of Alberta. And maybe, just maybe, some saw the history written of our time. And maybe, just maybe Conan saw that future written and said Newell and Anobis. Maybe the twist on that future word on that ancient ship caused history to write it differently because we humans got trapped in Sins twist. Now what would that twist cause? The answer is a new well. A new abyss. Crazy is as crazy does. For if Death fell there it would be ironic for Death was a dwarf who worked on irrigation locks. And there are those who would say but what happened to the bones and the receptacles? Why they scattered out across the face of the earth. Today they are being dug up and its being called the greatest source of Dinosaur Bones in the world. And Ammon? Why is it that it sounds so familiar? Well, Ammonites became one of the enemies of the Lord. And God knows how crazy a story like this sounds until you think of Sin who plays with Time. And then it should chill you just a little for this story is true.

You see Hope was carried along with the ship, her ship, which was in the form of a pyramid. She was the snag, the eye, that went into the top of her ship. Her heart took on sin but in her heart was joy. Now when Satan cast out the real Joy Hope lost her joy. When the water woman on board, that which we call the NEID, she became part of the history of this story. You see there was a double cross that took place with Sin. Satan wanted Hope so he could steal her lineage. If he could do this he could inherit the promises of God. If he could inherit the promises of God he would be granted access to the new people that God had created. Not authority over them just access as now being a member of the wedding party. He wanted this access so he could introduce sin to the wedding. Think of him as the great thief that crashed the wedding with his party hat on. That party hat was Hopes craft. Now he arrived on earth and hit with Hope so hard he created a multiplicity effect. You have to remember that there were two parts to Hopes ship. One was what we’ll call Satan’s party hat and the other was the Lower Pyramid. The Lower Pyramid was where the crew navigated to escape from the system with their load of Sin Taxed women.

Now it gets stranger so hang on. They did a dance in time and in space. I have found a few of those clues written in Alberta. I have found those clues in other places such as Florida where I saw the Letters FTLS and an image of someone holding someone by the legs over the water. When I searched for answers in Washington DC I found more clues written in the grass and on buildings. And every where I looked I found this story. It was written in ways that I will try to explain so hang on.

All right. It was meant to be a party on two fronts. The first front was Gods wedding party for man. Man, Adam, and his wife Eve, were to be part of this massive wedding celebration where the entire Universe was invited. Now there were two parts to the party and the first was in Paradise where special guests were. The second party was to take place on earth and Time was in charge. Time was getting out of the way so that someone else could take over. It was a resetting of the clock so that everyone would be on Universal Time. Old time would be no more. His broken heart, Death, which is what happens when Time wound down, would be no more. The Sampo would become the earth side Tree of Life producing fruit for all the nations. That was the natural side of it. Now Satan came wanting to be a part of the Wedding of Man. He wanted to play a role in it and if he couldn’t then he would find a way to force himself into the party. He realized that one participant, Hope, along with her friends Neid, Joy, Truth and Wisdom would be on board the ship. He wasn’t interested in them but in Hope. For she represented the new line based on the past suffering that woman had gone through. She was based on the most beautiful of all women. A child with her would represent an automatic invite to the Wedding of Man and there would be no law or La that could keep him out. Now there is more to this story then I have written. Say Ten was part of the Sin Clan of previous La’s that he had helped write. From those laws there rose up the Sin Clause which held men in bondage under the guise of doing good. Say Ten or Satan was of the broken bones of a group called the Dirt Brothers. He was part of a long lost history of people who had stolen memories through a horde of Dwarfish clans and among them was a stolen memory child. That child could not remember his lineage and did not know he was of Royal Blood. We call him Jack or Jack Frost today. Its strange but these were part of the guardians of the song. And that song was written in a long ago time when men, soldiers, fought against Allergies. Allergies back then were spiritual beings who had crossed lines in order to attack men at their weakest bridge. The nose. Men saw that Allergies were growing so strong that they broke time and they carried a shard we call Frost to a distant time in the far future hoping that their lineage would be carried forward.

Now, he had a sister and his sister was carried forward differently in a realm called Ice. She was part of a story that will make you cry. Someday I hope to write it and you will read it and understand why we have justice today. For Just Ice is the story of her life and her fight against Sin. For Sin was part of the allergy group and that group was part of the story of infection, disease, sickness, pain, suffering and so on that men of that long ago time were losing. It was hoped and believed that if they could not fight and win then perhaps the two royal children, Freya and Jokul would win this song. And it was written so long ago that it is barely even a score in song for us.

I don’t believe I mentioned it but both of them were cursed by Sin time. They carried the aller Generation in their blood stream and in that is also what affected Time for he was of like blood. Now he wasn’t around when they were born which probably makes them the longest lived beings around today. Anyway Jack carried a great curse. It was after each time line were finished he would forget everything he had done. But, if there were a way out, or if someone they met found a cure for Sin, they would be carried back to that distant war so they could carry the shard of victory. In all the millions of Time lines not one had found a cure for the Sinis infection. And it wasn’t a joke until Morgana La Fay discovered the ancient Tel world. She filled up the Anobis ship with it and covered the ship with it as the ammon bits were so plentiful. She did not know that she held the secret to Sin on the Anobis ship. One reason is because she had been carried back, or spit back to that ancient Time when the time line ended on earth and the natural party for man ended.

She was carried back and she carried with her a shard of Amoon or Ammon. Now it gets even stranger for she wasn’t Freya or Frost just a friend to them. She got caught up into that past and they placed a shard of Ammon into her heart with the knowledge of the cure. Now she had been bitten by Sin as had all peoples of all the universe and all of creation as well. And she comes back, leaves her outpost on the moon, only to witness the destruction of time earth.

What we don’t know is that she not only carries a natural cure for Sinis but she also caries a time line from that distant past. So, when Hope Eye hits Hope Central there is a reversal made so instead of having one negative pole and one positive they both became polarized or negative poles. Now as strange as this gets it gets stranger. Hope eye or the party hat carried two lines from the Polaris star. One line was her heart line and the other was Sins line. Now she had two cords. Those two cords were carried to earth. She hit the Hope middle and the Hope line was cast back unto her ship. But she still carried the sin line. Now she was late for the party and as she and Hope craft were traveling faster than light speed they were able to witness the moon. Now the moon went through its stages and if you watch it there is that part of it called the crescent. The crescent takes on the shape of a hook. Now she Hope eye passes around the hook of the moon and passes the Sin line to Morgana La Fay who passes it back with her line in a double loop we’ll call the Nightmare or mirage of Morgana La Fay.

Now she, Morgana, heads back to the moon because life on earth seems to have been destroyed. It will be awhile before she knows what is going on because she doesn’t know she has passed that ancient Sinis line to Hope who carries what we’ll call the middle part of Sin also. She is then pulled into an impossible future so distant that it becomes off the scale. There she finds a future nightmare where all life in all the universes has ceased to exist. The only thing she does find is a moon covered in rock but it is sterile. And it is crescent shaped. She hooks both lines to that nightmare and is pulled back to the distant past.

Now its at this stage that time goes wacky. Lets say his birthday party and his tree and his life come to a crashing halt. His knowledge is carried to the grave. His healing of new time doesn’t arrive in Paradise so Wisdom women put his remains underneath a tree they call the tree of knowledge of good and evil. It is a tree that is real and bears real fruit. But it is their hope that his ashes will help to regenerate the tree for his old Sin self remains. Now Sin really is a master at disguises and has stolen Times heart and replaced it with his. But this has blinded Time so that Time old is beat back by an Arc or arcadian rhythm. This arc is part of a future covenant or the promise of wisdom, that Gods time would restore Time elf to life. Now how? By adding the I or the eye to the Elf. Take E L F and change the letters and you have L I F E. Now at the base of Death was Life.

Now Time was dead so how then do you get Time to move when Time can’t move? You have to force things to move and sometimes that becomes the weirdest mystery of gravity. Now I’m going to get a little strange with words so just hang on. Gravity was the cure for time. For if you wished Time and Death to meet you needed an I. That eye was what everyone was pulling around. We’ll call it the Time line. For Time was part of gravity and gravity was part of the problem. It was like the riddle how do you get dead time to move towards death who couldn’t move? The answer wasn’t Life because life was in the base of the tree not in the fruit of the tree. The answer was in the Vine which held Time in a link we’ll call the grape squeeze. Now if you remove the I from Vine and change the letters a little you come up with Evn. So Evn had to be the time, during a time of darkness, when the nightmare Sin could be moved to a distant future where he could be cast off forever into a realm that would no longer exist.

Now in our previous chapter we told the role of Faith and the part that Jesus played. He carried the Star of Hope and that Star was the line that was tied to the tale of Leviathan or Levathon. Levathon is were you have a levitation party where Sin moves up the line until a place is found for him at the top or bottom depending on your perspective. That Spiritual Faith line was carried to Peter and from Peter it went into the church and the church, not just Catholics, but those who loved God, helped carry the line to Europe and from Europe to America across the land or ocean to Kats Line in Katalina, up to BC, and C became the crescent hook which then carried it to the heart of A New Byss or a new hole which will be carried by Death in Alberta. Now that Line had to be carried there because that is where Anobis’s ship crashed, scattering its contents across what we call Dinosaur Park.

Now if this gets strange then know that Hope Center, the main pyramid ship arrives in time to crash land in Southern Alberta more than 32,000 years ago. They really did crash there but they were traveling at faster than light which meant with shields up their effect was like putting a camel through the eye of a needle. They did what was impossible and they carried the Hope line in a curve under the earth until they began popping out all over what we’ll call the Florida Keys. And part of their gold Ploi, the biggest part, scattered a gouge where Lake Ochekobee (now Okeechobee)in Florida is. Now it was around this time when Hopes eye returns from the distant future pulling the Sin line, having left one line from the very ancient past in that very distant future. She flies across where Hope Center has crashed and realizes that she has somehow changed time.

What Hope doesn’t remember is that she had tried to bank the Hope Center craft so it does not crash into the earth. But Time being what it is that explosion hitting the earth at faster than light speed gives one massive crater to the earth that it still bears today. That is the hole which later became the Great Lakes.

Now the Great Lakes was hit so hard in that ‘non’ existent time line, because Hope changed it when she returned, that it hit a massive underground aquifer that held creatures of the deep. It was such a massive hole that water began spewing up as in a massive spring from this massive, massive aquifer underneath the North East Portion of the United States. It was there that a real Leviathan, a real sea creature lived but that is another story. For that huge Aquifier began under the USA somewhere around the middle states and expanded as far down as Kentucky and went up as far as Southern Ontario. It was deep and it does still exist and it went down for more than a hundred miles.

Anyway you wonder how that Time line changed. Because Hope returned from the distant future carrying what we’ll call the Sin line of that present. When the Hope center first hit they did so with the Hope Line attached. That created a catastrophe. Which if we take apart the words speaks of Hopes Trophy. For she Hope on returning the Sin line to the Hope line had them carry it, the Sin/Hope line through the depth of the earth to where the Florida Keys were. It was there in the Florida keys were the Hope and Sin lines were carried. Now, strange is as strange does. Hope passed by their crash site in the Florida Key region. She picked up the Sin line again flying past what we will call Cape Canaveral. She flew this line around the break of the earth and she landed with the Sin line still attached to her ship off the coast of Japan.

Now this line went through the center of the earth where Paradise was. It was there in paradise where another hook was waiting. That caught Sin time and placed Sin time in the tree of knowledge of good and evil. And it was then that the vine created began to do its full job. And that part of the levity of this answer is Gravity. For gravity began to pull Leviathan around the great tree. And he Leviathan pulled history towards us in this future so that we might see that God had a complex answer for a simple pain in the but. And if that answer was gravity then you know why it hurts to sit in chairs for such a long time and have to read this story.

We are almost finished. The finishing of this story takes time and time is the Elf that doesn’t move much these days. He waits for life at the base of the tree. It is there that God has put a line out for Hope. And Hope is still a part of this story.

Now if the story is to finish we have to find a way to wen it to you for in the wen of it is the finish of it. Now we know the book of Revelation and there are those who have spent a lifetime trying to figure it out. They feel as if they have but look at this story and wonder how it fits into that great book. For it does and in this story are mysteries revealed if you have eyes to see. For life really is at the basis of knowledge. God created it and it was part of His story. Now Sin feels sick because he knows that this tale with the key at the bottom is part of the kite that Death wanted to fly. In life he never had a chance to fly it. It was always part of a story that would come. But there are things about the arc of electricity which will still shock us today. For electricity is part of the story that was written with an idea in mind. That idea was to change time so that time was written in reverse. But no one wanted that because it would be too spooky to know that we were heading back to the beginning when there was nothing but void.

So God set a new course towards the future and wrote it so that Revelation would come true for those who wanted it. And they who were men who like Sin would be carrying one thing with them and that was a line. And that line was one the Antichrist would rise up with. And if that line was of the Antichrist then the line would have to be something special. Something so profound that no one on earth would understand it. So then he would have to rise up with a new line and a new line and etc. until there was nothing left in all the world to fake.

So God wrote it so that Sin saw everything but in reverse. And when Sin went forward he knew he was going backward. And so he sin wrote the book we call time. And it was written with Sin as the star because sin wanted offering and the bowl we call judgment was the food offering or the Sin offering made on behalf of Sin.

Now the bowl of the tree is the bowl that was written about as being part of the tree. We know of the bole of the tree as it was part of all things. The bowl of the tree became the bowl that was offered to God and God accepted it as being part of his. And if it was part of God then God accepted it as a bowl offering.

Now if the bowl offering were part of the bowl and the bowl were part of the tree then there had to be a bolt hole for Sin. So he saw it so far in the future he figured there was nothing ahead of him but life. Yet he didn’t see that in the tree was death and death was dead. Yet it was Time for Time was carried in the chest. And if time was part of the Anobis or Anubis then it was true and if true then it was from Alberta that this story started.

Now Alberta had a reputation of being the land of the free and land of the flames. It was a province rich in sight of eye and balanced by an incline and one that bore us all. Yet there were other men who carried their time here. It was the crook and flail which wound down Anobis to the grave in a placed called the County of Newell. It was in this province, probably more than most where they called it “All Hell for a basement.” There were toxins that lounged by fires of Hydrogen Sulfates and no rich Sultans that I know of.

But most think this a joke so put things into perspective. Ask yourself a question “Where is Hell?” Now if Hell were beneath Israel, as some might think, then Alberta doesn’t stand much of a chance in the progress books. After all they have a lot going for them in the way of the Dead Sea. Not many want to be known for the slough of society but sometimes things happen and we don’t give much credence to them.

The Cree were a group of natives who occasionally passed into Alberta. They called it Barren Ground and it was the NISA of the lakes. To be honest there wasn’t much then, just ice, and the Cree wanted a way of carrying their legacy. And they found it in a menu of time. Back then there was a language gap which was founded on principles of speech. Speech was based on knowledge that was carried to the Cree by gaps. Gaps can be seen as men and women who came in across the Rocky Mountains. They sped on wheels. Now wheels really did exist in the ancient past and these men and women rode upon carriages. Carri Ages was a way of carrying the ages through time and some of the people who came across those mountains did so riding upon steeds. And steeds like creeds were the knowledge people who wore on difficulty like the people of the Cree. That was lack of strength. It was a time of ice and water existed upon the plains and plateaus. But there were exceptions and that was in the hollows and dips. In those places especially water had already worn out a welcome mat called Rivers and it was these that carried down to the bedrock. This bedrock became the sleeping grounds for the barren people. It was across the plains that they buried their dead and it was across the plains that the threat of death lay. For time had a way of keeping things hidden and none knew that the ship of Anobis had probed so deep into the secrets of Tel that it carried the secrets of Sin. And Sin was an allergen but an allergen, that like a virus, stole away children in the night. So that part of the land closest to Red Deer became the land of barrenness. And there were no Cree that wanted to plead with hells foundations and live there. But they had been caught up into a partial war in the east and so there were those who fought for new lands and places. Yet it was there in Alberta that the world for the Cree changed for they became part of history in a way that will resound through the ages. They founded a new branch which carried them into the states. And they founded a new faith that someday there would be a challenge to their race that would quicken their spirit and interpret their dreams and found a new hope. And it would be a hope that would carry them into a place of plenty.

There was another oddity to the mountains that few understood. The people who came later called it Chinook. Chinook was the mother of song and the pleader of winds. She wore her song in the night and carried its kiss across the great divide to comfort the cold in heart. She was called the Earth mother but she also had another name. That of Snow Eater. Snow Eater was the wind that wore a song of heart and carried an archery called Wind Songs. She wore her welcome and came with the passages of time and rang out those songs in measures of cadence. She carried the song to the heights and bore it out into the land of barrenness. She carried it to the depths and sang to Hells crew and to Ammon and to the Pleides in the heavens. Of all women she rang out this song to the people who lived upon the Alberta plains, especially those of Southern Alberta. It was her song, Aljibuway, she was the song of the heath and the clover. The song that wrote out solutions to the animals who pawed away at the ice. Those who carved out welcomes in the pain and suffering of snows so deep none could find the grass that lay beneath. She was the song of Hope written by Joy and the song that spoke of promise. Few other places on earth roared like a lion and carried such carriage of power as the West Wind. She was the song that wrote out its future and said that someday Southern Alberta would carry a new song of Joy. That Death would give way to life. And the people of pain would give way to the people of plenty. No more would dark oil be a curse upon the land. The way of the mountains would give way to the song of the sea. And a way through the mountains would give way so a path would be made straight. And the song of the wind would be a permanent source of heat and warmth that would carry the message loud and clear to all who heard it. This song they called the Chinook. And it was this song that woke up the cold ice and defrosted it. For it would carry a wind which would bring the rain and the barren grounds would give way to flowers and beauty and meadows and trees. And those who carried their heart to the land would be touched by its grace. For such was the promise of those who helped bear the pain.

Now previously we had spoke of the aquifer but there was another word we used which some may have thought a mistake. It was aquifier. Or Lake of Fire. It was the lake of fire which was the misread of the sea. It was the misread or the missed time line we spoke of earlier that sounded like nonsense. After all if a timeline ended in an extension then what caused that particular timeline? The answer was a Hope Line to her ship the Medici. The Medici or Med Ici had helped carry the original line from Hope. Attached to them by a flail was the Anobis ship which held the secret of Sinis and the secrets to the powers of Atlantis.

Now Atlantis was a realm of time. Most think of Atlantis and Plato in the same breath but Plato spoke of it as a soothsayer. A soothsayer was one who spoke by medes of time which simply meant when he was under the influence of the vine, as in grapes, he spoke soothly. Soothly meant that he was carried into the spirit of the vine and the vine strengthened him. Now you probably won’t find this in most books but it is true.

You see Atlantis was a star system that had been stoned by one of the dark stars. Its knowledge was of the cartilage. The cartilage was part of the body but it was also part of the cart system. Now I have spoken in other writing about the Cart system but I would like to explain it here. The cart system was based on triangulation of time systems. Time systems meant that men who fell into Sin would be carried on three types of weight. The first weight was the weight of the soul. The second wait was the wait of the heart. and the third weight was the weight of might. The weight of might was the least of these systems because eventually time won out over might.

Now if weight of might were the strength of time then time became the slowest part of the measurement. How then do you triangulate something if it is slow? The answer isn’t might because might is measured by time. The answer isn’t the heart because the heart is measured by wait. So the answer to this puzzle is the soul. Now if the soul was measured by wait it would be the part of the heart that was measured out by Time. Time wasn’t the measure of the soul but weight was. Thus if Time were burdened by Sin and Sin carried the triangulation of these three parts then those who were caught up into the Dark Star found themselves unable to find their way out.

Thus those who became part of the Dark Stars curse, as did the race from Atlantis, then they had to find a way to carry their knowledge up from Time. And that wasn’t easy because they were a distant star system that had seemed to have lost the race to reach earth for the beginning of time. And if they lost that race how then did they sink into the sea? To answer these questions seems insolvable to us men of this time. So lets just say that Atlantis, as we know it, did not exist on earth. They were part of the cart, the race, which was part of the races of peoples who strove to make it to earth in time to be part of the story.

Now some of you will be angry with me because I just threw out Atlantis, the coolest of ancient stories. Well, I did and I didn’t. I threw out your belief only to give you something better. You see Atlantis wasn’t a myth it was a real. And the reason that they were in the race to be here for the opening of New Time is because they carried a gift to men. And that gift was something special which was to be for all time and all peoples. You see each race that arrived for the opening of the gates was like a horse. And if they raced out to meet the deadline then they were either early and the race had to start over or they were just on time.

So I’m here to tell you that Atlantis didn’t fail in their quest. They won it. They were among the first of races to be stoned back into the dark ages by the Dark Star. And the Dark Star was Planet X, in case I didn’t mention that before. And if Atlantis was stoned then how did they arise? The answer is through the soul.

Now the soul of men is the inspiration of men. And the inspiration of men is the very breath that God gives to us. We are men of inspiration and if we chose Sin he tries to sneeze out that inspiration and replace it with respirtory failure. And that means that we are constantly sneezing out the things that bring hope.

So our soul is on the line and if we place it on the Sin line we give in to the Dark Star. But if we place our hope in God then God introduces us to new way of thinking. Thing of it as the New Way to go.

And so it was for Atlantis and its crew. They were part of the great race to reach earth. They wanted to meet not just their distant relatives but they wanted to find out who God really was. They were called the Men of Astor and Astor became a song that was written to us but we were not yet here. So they reached out to God in prayer and asked him “What do we do? How can we reach you when we are lost?” For as strange as this sounds they could not find earth. Talk about Lost in Space but there really were not a lot of markers to show them the way. They had gotten caught up in what we’ll call the blow to Time and had been lost for many centuries.

Their ship became a legacy of their race so those back on original Atlantis had thought them a myth as well. And so we had a ship from Atlantis which became a myth and no one knew where they were. After all if they were late in reaching earth, as they were, and they saw that there was nothing there to call a world, you would continue searching until you found the one world that you felt spoke of a world God would inspire. A world of inspiration. For they came and they went and they continued into space searching for the world that was legend to them.

So, what do we do. What do we say to the ancients and to the people of present. What do we tell them of a race from Atlantis who left their land in the breath of inspiration but found when they reached the world of earth it was long after the race was over with and earth was caught in the grips of a dark winter. It would seem to be over for good.

But this was not an ordinary race of people. They were the Cartilage and it is that which gave strength to the bones. And if there were a race called the people of the cart it was the people of Atlantis. Now I speak to history because history will find these things to be true. That their ship, Atlantia, was lost in the depths of the sea. It was, the sea of space. They are still out there searching for us. The people of earth. Why? Because they believe that we are a people who will inspire. They were the people who fought Sin and overcame it. We? Well, lets just say that when the people of Atlantia 2 arrive, the come bearing gifts. And Atlantia 2 has been out searching for Atlantia 1 with the hope that those people, and those gifts are still part of that ship. For if the first failed then the second ship will not. And they plan on reaching earth soon. And when they come we will have to decide. Are we ready for them? Are we ready to weigh our self in the balances and of the scales? Are we ready for the people who are coming?

You see every cart needs a horse. And there is one horse we call the White Horse. And it is that horse which Christ will ride coming with ten thousand saints. That world of Atlantis is no other then the long lost world of Heaven itself. And if you think me a fool know this. These are the people of God. The people that God created to fight a fight against Sin. From their lineage comes one by the name of Jesus Christ. He was the lion of Judah. The king of kings. The Lord of Lords. There was no one like him in all the synchronicity of this world or any other. He came to earth. There was no one here to welcome him except one woman who became his mother. She was Mary and his father was Joseph. But he was sent down by the Holy Spirit.

Now I know that you who believe in things based on tradition are offended. You think I belittle this story. You think I carry it down to a level of men. Down to a level where men are caught in a slide between “That’s cool and that’s foolish.” So before you cast off the second ship of Atlantia that comes think.

What if heavens ship were called Atlantia? What if that were the name given to the first ship which sent down a man, a word, a WORD of Hope? What if they sent that Word to the world and said “We fought Sin and we know the pain that you bear. Here is the Son of God. The only begotten son. The only Son that God had. The one gift they had which was worth all the pain and all the sorrow and all the misery that they, the people of pain had known? Would it be a sin if Atlantia one really had been lost in time because they were under Gods time? Would it be a Sin if they had reached earth on time for the new stars birth? Would it be a Sin if on board that ship was a man named the Holy Spirit? Would it be wrong to say they had been lost across the ages of time and so had fought forward to that non-existant time we spoke of. The Time Hope spoke of when she saw that her ship of Hope would be torn apart if she did not carry that line of Hope to its end.

Now this story seems complicated and it is but I want to finish it for you so you can understand and not condemn as we are so wont to do.

For when Hope returned from that distant future she found a nightmare which would not end. A story written in stone of a race from Atlantis who had fought against Sin. It was their gift, for she was with Truth and Wisdom and they knew how to read the writing in the stone. They read of a race called Atlantis that had been lost in space and had found a world completely destroyed. It seemed crazy for Hope knew that if she carried the Sin line that this sacrifice she planned to leave herself and the crew in that distant future would not work. They had to finish the task and bring back her line to the people of earth, even if it didn’t make sense. She had to go back and create a paradox. An impossibility because otherwise that ship, that first gift called forth by God from among the races, was of his people.

And they, Hope and company, raced back across time and reappeared moments before they saw themselves sailing off into the future on a one way trip. They thought they were going to their death not knowing they were going back to help save their future and that of all peoples.

When she reappeared she put herself underneath the ship of Hope Med Ici and she was carried into the explosion that created the Great Lakes. I cannot state that I understand the power of that blast. It was a blast that she and the ship would compare to getting hit by a small moon of a thousand miles in size. It hit them so hard they were spun into a totally new place they called the Lake of Fire. It tore them apart inside and ripped at the continuum of their ship so that it was carried as part of a star through the heart of Lake Superior into the depths of the legend below. They fell like a flame of fire and they carried the line of Hope in such a way that none knew that is where they lay. None knew they were buried in the depths of the aquifer far beneath the surface of the Great Lakes. All had seen infinity spin a wheel and call it chance. Some thought they had ended up in Paradise and some thought they had been blown across the Pacific to lie beneath the chain of Islands we call Japan.

And therein lay the paradox. For part of them did. Now this is the nature of a paradox and the reason why there are nightmares and why stories arise that cannot be explained. It is a quest of knowledge and a quest of conviction and a quest for solace.

For they carried within them a star. A new star. A new knowledge and a new understanding that no one else on earth had. And they had to write their epitah beneath the waves of an inland sea where none could possibly find them. There in the darkness of time they were caught in a nightmare. A hooked realm. A place of unfriendly cold and darkness. A place that had no return but save one. Neid. She was of the sea and though the world she lay in was dark she was the only one who could escape. The only one who could be free.

Now we speak of conundrums and I want to try to speak out so I can get some sleep. I’m tired and this story sometimes gives me nightmares. I think about them beneath the sea knocking away fro someone to hear. For someone to give heed. To someone who will care. I wonder how long they’ve had to knock at the door waiting for someone to speak to. Yet if I were just a friend of God that might be one thing. But I wanted more. I wanted to understand this story. For it was an epic. An epic that spoke of history and a rewriting of history.

And if I could understand it I could see that when Hope ship returned in that paradox, in that conundrum, they found themselves caught up in a story written with Neid ink. It was a story that grew wilder as it went. It was a story where a man helped them out. A man sent by God. A man who helped rewrite that history. It was a story that I saw and I wanted to write. A story of a king. A story of a man who was beloved.

And yet I knew if I spoke of it with measure of my understanding that I would throw off the scent. And I would be caught up into something that would mock truth or mock me. Its not what I wanted. So I prayed and I sought God and I waited because I saw clues written across the land and across the seas and across the islands. Clues written about this story so deep it went into the heart of everything I believed in.

So I wrote and I waited and I sought God. And God answered with knowledge. And he helped me understand that Sin had striven with Him, the Holy Spirit. He had been the one who had helped bear the price of it from the beginning. A time when no one cared. A time so distant past that the soldier who fought with Sin did not get praised. No one cared and no one wanted Him to be alive. For they had cast Him as the price of the Soul for which there was no weight in Gold that anyone would redeem. He had carried that price to the farthest reaches of time he could find. And there he waited. As a human man in the most bitterest of cold that could be imagined. It was so cold that He froze and was so cold no one could help him. He became the mockery of Sin for Sin did not care how cold it got. And it was a battle of time and of ages. And not one person cared.

And if no one cared no one reached out to him for they thought him long dead. A part of God from six hundred trillion years in the past and so far in the future that that number was the first day and eternity the first day and all time combined the first day. There is no time to compare what God suffered in that cold realm. It was impossible to conceive. There is no one who joined him there and no one who wanted to know him but there was one voice that was so strong He wept. It was His son. Jesus who wept and cried “Can you not tarry with me for one hour?” For no one saw what Jesus would suffer for Sin and no one would care for it was an impossible story to tell.

Now there were those who understood the story. They were from a race known as Atela sea or the Sea of Knowledge. It was a sea created by God to hold all knowledge and that sea was forgotten so that even God called it the sea of forgetfulness. It was there that He threw the sins that He wanted to forget. It was there that Christ cast the sin he could not bear. It was there that the Holy Spirit wept for those who cast Sin upon Him. For He was everywhere and everywhen and all time and all things. And Sin was his allergy. His Sinis. His story that He helped write into the stone in hopes that someone might see.

He carried the knowledge back and it was written in stone and only in stone for everything else was of Sin. Yet Sin found a way to steal knowledge so he was able to carry rust into iron. And iron was the furnace of the fires of the fields. In other words Fer or Fear was everywhere Sin was.

So it became a story that seemed to be merging with the past, the present and that far future. For Sin found Time and began to use it to carry knowledge from the Sea of Forgetfulness back. The more people there were the more he played and the more people suffered. It was a nightmare and it was our world that suffered.

Sometimes when I think of this story I think it can’t get more complicated. I fight a battle with knowledge because that which is of God is based on hope. We’ll call it Purr. But that which is of Sin is of iron and we’ll call it Ferr. Now ferr is like equality. Sin wants to be ferr. He carries the desire that all men and all women should be under the law. And it is while under the law that Sin has his greatest power. He condenses or changes the law so that the cream rises and the rest falls. And if that which is of percentage falls then it is the bottom of the vat which carries the heaviest percentage, even if that percentage is based on one or two people.

Now I know that Jesus Christ came that I might have life and have it more abundantly. We call him God and we expect him to bear our pain. And we give him our sins with and without remorse. And we ignore the thought of the Holy Spirit bearing any pain. After all if you are part of the cure you don’t want to take away the E in Cure. It makes the dogs howl and if the L is gone. Well that just leaves the how of it.

And if we don’t ask how it was done then we add the L back to it and go our merry way. We expect and I mean expect this story to have an ending based on our thinks and our wishes and our wanting it so. After all if we think it so then it must be so.

So that leaves us with a question. If this story is true. If this story is ancient. And if there is a reason the Holy Spirit was spoken of by Jesus with such reverence. Then who am I to question what He, the Holy Spirit went through to bring me this story? Am I not just a man? Am I not just a human who has wept tears over this story? I think so. I pray that I still have a heart that waits on the Lord and a Soul that can be weighed. I sometimes wonder if we as people of God do have a soul that can be weighed out. The last I heard that weight of the Soul was something like a quarter of an ounce. And that is pretty embarrassing to those of us with the strength or might of body we like to brag about.

We are in a war people and whether you like it or not there are two sides. Those who want Sin, well, maybe there is a reason for heat after all. All I can say is this. Don’t throw away this story. For there are things I will reveal in the next chapters that will help piece together the impossibilities. I will show you things that you will struggle with but its only because Time does change things including our memories.

For now the revelation I bring you is this. Somewhere down below are people living. People who are in Hell or people who are in a place called the Garden of Eden. Its real and someday some of us will see it. I can tell you there is a ship of Heaven on the way. I can tell you that God is back in the spiritual. I can tell you that the war of iron continues with Sin. I can tell you I am part of the story though how much I don’t yet know. I just know I’m part of it.

I also know that Sin is not a toy to be played with. It will destroy you in ways you cannot conceive. I also know that Christ’s grace is not something you should trample upon.

Now these things I know. What I don’t know is how this story will finish. I am writing it day by day in this room of mine. It is a hard, difficult story to write and difficult to research. I do research on the net and via a few books. It is a story I love and I story that needs to be told. It is written so that you might know there is a God who sacrificed everything to end the powers of Sin. It is a story that will change our views of Sin and will help us understand the darkness that he carries. It is a choice and that choice is one that will leave men and women crying out for help.

So don’t give up and don’t give in and don’t throw this story away until the last page is read and the last page is completed and the last comma is added. When it is done you will see that in the writing and in the mixed up stories there is a story that speaks forth from the ages of time. Ages of fear and ages of iron and of a man who sent His only Son into Time that we might have life and have it more abundantly.