The Lost Slipper

08/10/2008

Joel Akin

 When we find the slipper it won’t be where you think. It will be in a place called the Isle of Broken Dreams.

 Not to far off the Coast of Baha California is a forgotten island. An ancient caldera. A final blow to the slip of a land cast off by the time of men.

Now if you think this island is real it is because if you search for it you will find it. Only few speak of it in the day we live in. Like the Island of Dr. Moreau or the place of sickly phlegm there are few places left in the world that can be called “Treasure from Above.”

Treasure from above is based on a lost slipper only the slipper is a play on history. For when the girl who wore the slipper, and we think of her as Cinder and Rella, she fell into the caldera with a bang. It, the ship she was in, fell into the Cauldera laden with the pull of a thousand generations. All because of the slipper and its pull or trajectory.

Of course we know there was no prince to catch the falling slipper. It was a real print of time and one that did come to us by way of a world called Mars. It was and is the only one of its kind. The only one thing that came through the pull of trajectory intact.

A slipper cast in jewels only made up of things made from rubbish and dung and thought to be extinct and lost to the pull of gravity and its well.

There is a reason why old wells held the name for they were part of the and the was a word made up in days of old to refer to dark water. Water which had to be drunk. People didn’t want to call it pee or wet dung so they called it t and t was the part of the story in all t’s on the planet.

Of course we knew planet had a net but if the net fell to earth it would heap up on the best side of the Atlantic or Pacific. Thus it would bend and warp all the world of time and bing in the call to the sea or the way to the pe of knowledge. Thus the pe came to be the daughter of a and a was a play on Al and Al was a name for man.

Now if you play with it you come up with a word we call Ca and Ca is the bit of a sea in the bay of a pig. It is there where you will find a day of the Lord.

The day of the Lord is waiting for men to rise up and shout only in the way of prayer.

For if men can pray and have no way of being stopped then who among them would know it was because of a pull of a net?

The answer is of the c and c came to us in the form of a Jinn and she was the beanie in the bottle and the sort of a bile for the ballad of the pee or pe.

Of course it was the pee we had in t and t came to be tea through a word we take for granted. The.

The.

The is tea and it is a silent h and h came to us from above. Thus when hell fell it brought down the devils and the angels. Ad them up and you have a slipper which fell because the prince could not catch her before the spell came to an end.

Thus in Sheridan isle it came to an end. Of course I haven’t looked for the specific name now but then it was Sheridan and if you had it in name you had a grip on its wealth. The well of tea or wealth.

People say such a think cannot exist but it does. People. Pee Pull might sound bad but we were part of the clue for those willing to listen to the sway of a course in the sea of Yo and Anti something. It was a course in nicety and people then had a course of bill to Yo by way of Sheridan and Sheridan was a course through the entire earth to a bay in the bill of a temple. The temple which Solomon built. The temple of God.

It was there where they held the corpse of a woman who had been caught in the grip of a pull. One pull at a time. She who was the original Cinderella had a name in the sea of time. Aapke.

Of course her father was an ape at least in the sense of time playing with creatures. He was the father of Time and she was his daughter. He was the Isle of Dr. and she was the illness of his soul. He who was the Father of Time was the original day star and the original Spirit of God. He had a name for life and it was bill or Bill and she was the cause of much friction for she never really grew up.

He didn’t know why and that is where I came in to help. I was a mere man who went to the bill of life and paid it off. I did so by being in the right place at the right time in history. I took on the ill and the ness to find the will to the link of her heart. It was a road of fathom and deep and hurt and cries to the Lord.

I didn’t think of him who is God as the possible source of trouble but it was in a way by the way of tea. It was also by way of a slipper for I had, by chance, discovered the core of it on Mars. Not in chance so much as guidance and guidance was its heart.

I new it was glass but I figured it was glass and no one need care except perhaps me.

Yet when I found it God exalted because it was the sea of a heart of women who had been trapped in a bubble. One built by the dear heart of an eternal course towards the center of the heart universe in the heart of Ra.

Of course that is part of history and you will see it when the Day or day of the Lord is complete.

For now know that I found the Ruby and the Diamond of the crown by being in the right place. Of course I speak of the slipper of Cinderella and not the Loupe of the wolf which gave its wearer the ability to transform themselves into the werewolf of legend.