FILA

The Purpose of Fila in all of life

April 15, 2011

Joel Akin

Genesis 1: 7 And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.

If we call firmament life then God took the firmament of life and divided it by the way water worked its magic, or if you will, worked itself to the magic or mages of life in heaven itself.

Once there were people who understood work and they hated it but some didn’t mind if the type of work were one they could handle.

For example, the light of heaven moves to fix problems but when the problems are little then the littlest lord or lords of all were the problem of all creation and this was true for heaven itself and Heaven Little.

For at the bottom was the price of the phy lus and they were the Luciferin bugs who thought themselves like unto God because God made them in His image and that was a big thing for people of earth where people here were Elfish in that they liked to work.

Then there were those bugs who entered in who were very lazy or lazy in the extent of sitting by while others worked their stuff at the pace they were designed for. It was the price of the fair man who went to the garden alone and it was his domain for a day and he built up a reputation as a true gardener so he saw the light of heaven by the price of pride and pride wasn’t sin but the price of pride of heaven moving down to deal with all the little problems that God had to deal with for a very long time because of the phylus types who wanted to control the world with powers beyond the scope of men or beyond the scope of us little fila types.

Now in this case Fila means the giants of note taking and they were base types but priced to all the world of life in that they held life up by the scope of their understanding and since God sent all the littlest problems to them, they in essence dealt with problems both complex and arithmetical because it was the light of God to heal the fila/Fila or maybe FILA types who wanted life of God in them and in their own types of projects.

Fila is phyla but in the sense of spiritual sides to a note. In the fi is the giant side of life but in the la is the sound of the Heart moving progressively into the problem with songs that heal and songs that deliver and songs that love note in all forms of the beat.

Thus the anger note is there along with the passionate ways of a woman and the filling of it with desire but in the sense of purity of heart for the soul of the giant man in his heart as well.

The La of life is the fabric of life in the soul of the dream and it is the measure of the Heart that God made the woman in the evening when she was least appreciated by the heart of the man who was newborn that very day. She carried the smear of her Heart/heart into the passion of her love for the soil and it was from it God made her with a wish to grow from life into beauty and from life into the form of life of a gardener unlike any other in life.

Thus she passionately loved the soil and she loved the heart of the man on top of her as the soul of consequence in the rapine nature but not in the sense of fruition of rapine which was to produce seed.

This rapine side wasn’t rape but the catching away into a fantasy of life that held her to the stead of love and thus to the love of a heart carried to the soul of the heart of the man who had nothing but her to please because the toils of the soils of the day were done with in all things but her own pleasures.

The value of Musical Corn is the value of the kernels of nuggets of truth bearing precious seed to the sand of the sea in love and in fulfillment.

God made the seed to enter the woman and created the seed to be married in the woman with love but buried in the sea of the soil by the planting of her tare foot, if we can call it that, in the sense of a planting brought forth in the Dawn of a new day and a new hope for life that held life to her soul in passion and agreement to make a stand for love no matter what others would say of her in the future.

For she was the Stand/STAND upon the generalist man who loved her for her passion and loved her until she married a man, though in the gist of love but in the heart of love for life here and now.

Thus the bridge stand came to represent the casting down of seed to the sea top lest it be found by the enemy and used as a tare in the soul of the sea itself. Thus she held the seed in the sense of a hand masking the soul and the soul holding the soul to the stand of things to come.

The point is that no one in all the world held me in the way of a woman and sex and yet I held to the point of love despite all. I carried the Eros side of life in the rose and carried the thickest side of pain in the thorn and hurt with love for the hedge which carried me into the pride of the finish and the position of pain to the corners which needed the most attention, that and also the positioning of the arch.

The love of man carried me to finish the hedge before the fall came but I held to the man called George who was the greatest smith of all because he held me to the price of the hedge as the cost of a wage. Yet if I held the roses to the shrub it was George who called it the garden. As I labored with each shrub it took me to the end of my journey to find the garden. I held to the point of each thorn and felt the pricks by the thousands and endured the scratches laboring to take out the eyes, and yet in each point I held to the value of the soul as the labor of a parchment that scratched out the blood. They held to the soul searching day by day for the beauty of a rose whether in the heart of the soul of things lost or in the beauty of those who cared for the flowers outside of the hedge itself.

In the price of the marry or Marie I carried the soul to the Heart of the La then unbenownst to me because I saw the trouble of the day and the longing to find answers with God in a way to honor and behold to His will. I carried the garden before I knew it was a garden of delight to the Lord who wanted me to see it as He did on the day of the Horts or the shorts day when we all took down the scratches and let our hair down to show off the works that we had created all summer long.

If the center in Brooks knew that among the way of life came walls of people to those days from all points of history to see the life there and to know that Eve walked there in the garden of delights, for it was the formation of a land of Brooks where I proved the light of heaven to be the light of God.

It is the framework of life in the hedge that I held the clippers to stream down the pines and to deal with the loneliness and to deal with the growth that took the pine to deeps. It was the deeps of the pine that held the frame of its clippings and proved that the hedge was the light of value in learning that it didn’t harm nature to be pruned back nor did it hurt to know that in those tears of pain or tears of loneliness I held up the Horticultural Centre with delight for the sake of the lessons I learned there in how to care for a rose, even if I could not remember all their names or remember all their parts for the sake of a future where people test you for the value of its smells or the value of its petals or the value of its fairs. For that you needed a Smithy of delight in the iron works of petals fair and petals long to drop from the vases of life, or perhaps a day off in the Fridays when he brings forth the clippers and says “Take it to your mother as a reminder of life from me” and it was in that beauty that I held to life again and again and again because of my prayer for him as a man.

The cost of the vision is hard on the soul but the cost of a friend is the value of needed life alone and it was he who trusted me to care for it until the end when all the dreams of the corn came to pass upon the vine of life.