Friday, 17 January 2014

Life Catching Up with a dream

I hear in prayer.

Once, there were many of us. We were saints who had no interest in life outside of our own little realm of prayer.

Then, as in all things good came South Poles and we were all lost to the sea of life in old mills grinding us down to nothing, over and over and over and over until nothing of us remained except a pile of old lines.

This is why the power of a Saint is given over to the south in all forms of life by dreaming of the day when all things of life, including good Net Coverage, goes to the South and begins poling around in the deep trying to find answers to all things of life without coverage of everyone who wants nothing for others but trouble.

The power of  prayer goes to those who pray, not to those who faint along the way.

Thus when we sight God coming in glory it will be the zillions out there who will say a man grew up inside with each hit but when hits come down to spectacular, it is the power of God to seal up life for those who have it all including those of us who have it all in suffering as a Saint.

This is why Saints are rare. They go about doing go and no one cares until they become known enough that God begins to bless without having them all become dead, dead, dead.

The world takes the lions and throws them out. Then we think 'Why not feed a Saint or two and give them respite from their hunting deer and antelope on range after range of America?"

The price of course is we can and do give out many thoughts on life but the power of life must begin with a course to the South.

There, we find God building up Interlo beneath, as it were, the Pole.

The Pole is South. It is there where God can see/hear/know who we are and why we exist.

The price of Pole is the new domain I am going to be working on with God in sense of writing it all down and trying to find an answer to secrets that lie below, with help of Science to Fictionate my opinions, as Fiction Ate is all about writing down what you happen to think about things of Science in sense of ice, snow, penguins etc.

So if you are a photographer who has information and pictures that might be oblique enough for the pole then write me and let me know how I can peacefully, without charge, use them, but with credit.

Joel Akin
Calgary, Alberta

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