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When God moves in a big way
December 24, 2010
Joel Akin
Once there were musical chords. They stranded life here by being hijacked by a group we call Dark Borg only then they were not Borg but men of virtue who had died and been reborn into the sea of a hologram system.
The biggest chord was a group of women called the Leathers. They existed in forms of life that were cost effective like the wild side of life in dinosaurs.
They were the biggest fares in all the world. They loved life and they loved the way life moved.
Yet when it came time to be lifted up to God they found they could not exit. The hologram was sealed up shut.
They cried to God over and over and over until she who was Fa, the true beginning of life, came to be She and She Fa was the product of a dream so big she said “What if...?”
For if the world out there were to be destroyed, and it was, then she as Fa, the She of life itself, would protect all things so they would live up to God and His house with life and love and hope for the things we call the Fu.
She was Fu and Fu She or Fushe came to be the product of a dream imagined by one we call Wisdom. She produced in me a chord, one so big in length, it ran all the way through everything that was here because here on this world we were caught in the imagination of the Matrix only it wasn’t a joke and the story of the Matrix was really true.
I came to see it in prayer and I found out why. I learned the secret code of life and I found it began with a fa and a fu and the fa was the price of she who was the Set of Fara or if you will, Farrah Fa Set or Facet and it became the facet of life in all the world of gems and dreams and thoughts towards ultimate beauty.
Thus the price of this was lost in that God held up the world of dreams to find someone had stolen the dream of Fa and stolen the dream of Futa and she piled up dream upon dream trying to find out who had created a stop of the et in her pipe and bacco system of life for if we knew what men smoked they probably would quit without even thinking about it but the will of this world was to vaporize all the things that were without a doubt the end of the dream of life.
God saw it and said “What can I do to help?”, only no one heard him speak but for one man. That man was me and I became the price of the et in me by being the meet of Truth.
I became recognized in the system by Truth and she became recognized in me so that when I saw her and felt her I could tell you what she was and what she wasn’t.
Thus the value of price in this story was the end of life and the beginning of a new world for all concerned. One so big that it would be the frame of a new beginning in ideas because no two ideas can build upon another and mine was simple, I wished to build upward to the worlds above and yet be separated so that we who lived below might enjoy the ooh’s and the ah’s of all those who either bored themselves to tears with out stories or our collections of stuff because we had it and wanted it and carried it up or out depending on who wanted it up and that was the story of people seeing it in some catalog or other and then asking “Can we buy original or not?”
For if we sold off original stuff and if we carried it down specifically for one reason or another, as in to sell some, and only some, then Wisdom would say “It never was original in the sense of its time lines” and that would be the peas with row upon row upon row. Of course today we call that the peas which passes through checkouts for years and barely a ripple among collectors except for the hard shell type.
Of course the story of the life line that I write is for the sake of posterity. It is the Leathers who want this to be a slow surprise and not a quick “Here it is” and then its over with.
However, this being the price of suffering, they agree that this has to be expedited so that people will not jump off the buildings when things begin to fail in the system because it will freak out even the greatest of minds out there in space or here on this world.
For now I leave this story up to you who read it to tell me why it is true but also to write your story of life especially when it comes to frames of music and musical corn and musical wisdom.
This means something for each one of you. Write me Joel at fossilman@hotmail.com and tell me all that you do and what it is that makes you better at sound and sound systems then anyone else.
Then tell me why and show me in a way you can write it or put it on video so that I can then add it here.
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