Someone of sha is to be the next king of Iran. The sha of Iran is the ke to the story I am about to write. It is a true story and one that has to be seen to be understood. For if the world is to hate it must first begin to see what it hates. And that is what God is doing now with men. They don’t know why but they are revealing the nature of sin. And so the world will shake their head and say “Are they insane?” But it is a time when men cry out “I am not the man you think I am.” And that simply means when these things are on their way to being finished we will begin to see. And when we see the rest of you will see. And that is why this world is going to change.

It begins another time ago. In another time we are based in Calgary. It is there where I am told that I have an incurable disease. It is called Dystonia. Most people live with it but some can die from it. Some say it is similar to Parkinson’s but for me and my heart I can’t say. I only know the affect it has on me is called shake. It shakes me inside out. It turns me into a piece of Jello and I am left writhing in pain inside as I struggle to ease the tremor. It is a battle of time. It is a battle of sin. It is a battle to which I win one day at a time.

A day or so ago I was approached by a word from the Lord to write about it. To express how I felt. It is probably the one time in history where I will share how I feel and God will share what it means to the people. For I am a sign to the people of this place called Canada. I am a sign to the people of the land called America. I am a sign to the people of Israel. I am a sign to the people of Arabia. I am a sign to the French for in their inspiration I weep for the lady we call Liberty. I weep for many cast her off as from hell. I weep because I know her story better then most.

I am a man who is trapped in time. I am trapped in a moment called shake. It is the Sha Ke which God saw as Sha and ice. It is ice which makes me shake and ice which is the ke to this word.

For if you could see me you would know me. I exist inside of the man who is slowing falling to pieces. I am a jig to the saw and a saw to the store. I am a man who prays and weeps and cries from the heart. I weep for you who read this and I weep because God gave me a gift knowing it would be a long time to destroy the virus of sin. It took God years to find all the pieces of evil and we who are of this age will aid in that quest. You who are of men who read this will know that I have knowledge. It was a gift because it was the only way to halt the tremors which were destroying my brain. They were coming in shift work and it was like a virus and so God sent a woman in my dream world to heal me. She did it with knowledge which was of the tree we call good and evil.

 I could say all of us have this knowledge but the fact is we don’t. It is my gift for praying and it is the gift of the Holy Spirit for the suffering I endure. I know it is hard to express because it also affects my voice. It makes it difficult at times to almost impossible to communicate. And so locked inside of me is a man God calls the Sha. The Sha is me. I am the Sha of this page and in some ways God will show how I came to be the ke. For he saw how much I suffer and he is there for me each day. For I cannot bear the pain much more. I cannot bear it in a way that you could not bear it. You who suffer with it know that it is lesser known then its other cousins. It is like being in a boat watching the Titantic sink. Some of us pray and when we are trapped inside we have a gift given to us by God. Many of us have it. Not all of us can show it. We are people who are trapped by time.

So I will share with you my story. I will share it because I am the Sha of God. I am the Sha of a man and I am the Sha of me.

Joel of Sha

07/13/2007