Friday, 7 September 2018

Jehovah is waiting for you (part 2)

From a very early age, as far back as I can remember, I had always liked the number 7. It wasn't a lucky number for me, but I always liked it, the way it looked. I was born on the 14th of a month, in the year 1967, so the number was connected with my birth to a small degree. But there was always something special about that number, it looked good, even when written as seven.

When I was 18, I had the chance to choose something nice as a birthday present, and so I chose a gold signet ring, and had one made to order, featuring the number 7, here it is pictured below:

As my birthday approached in 2016, I was really looking forward to reaching the age of 49, as I had a feeling that the following year would be a good one for me, but with literally no idea how or why, I just knew that it was 7 x 7s. It wasn't anything superstitious, so I can't really explain why I had that feeling, but I did.

In the months leading up to my birthday a couple of significant events happened in my life. On a personal level, my parents fell out with me over something to do with my will, as they were unhappy with me replacing them as executors with some younger people. So they distanced themselves for several months. And around the time of my birthday, I discovered the rabbit hole online that produced a very rapid period of 'red-pilling' for me. I was already financially red-pilled, having seen what happened in the run up to the credit crunch and its aftermath. But a comment under a financial blog article about the r/k reproductive theory led me to a blog on the outskirts of the internet, and that led me to other blogs and websites, and within a few months, I'd absorbed huge amounts of 'truths' about our world today, the vast majority of which I'd never really considered before. Most of those truths sit outside of the topic of this post, but suffice to say all of the truths were eye-openers for me, and I suddenly realised that the world was nothing at all like I'd believed, having lived a life informed almost entirely by mainstream media, and other official sources of information (such as the state education system).

It was an exhilarating period, as I soaked up so much new information about politics, about gender realities, about racial realities, and about the structures of power that exist in the world. And I realised very quickly that nothing was as I'd believed it to be previously, it was all fake.

One aspect of this red-pilling that caught my attention within this period, which was covered by some of the posts at the first blog I'd found (Koanic Soul) that touched on the existence of the supernatural, and God. The writer of that blog was a Christian, so quite a few of his posts touched on the subject, so it piqued my curiosity. I had a reason to drop the blogger an email in June of 2016, and within that email I wrote the following:

'I have had 3 weird experiences with wild birds, something I will share on the site. Spiritual experiences perhaps. Signs maybe? I don't know. But 3 is two too many to just be a random thing. Although I am a lifelong atheist, God revealing himself to me would be my top personal wish.'

Although I was an atheist, I felt it was obvious that if there was a God, nothing would be better than having Him reveal Himself to me. Not just me coming to believe He existed, but actually knowing that he is there. I didn't realise that I asked for something quite momentous at the time I wrote that email, and I wasn't asking out of faith, just a genuine desire to know the truth and to know if God was really there.

My curiosity was sufficiently piqued to cause me to buy a Bible, and I just checked my Amazon records which confirm that I placed the order on the first day of the seventh month of 2016. Just a coincidence surely.

So, I started reading the Bible, beginning with the New Testament, and I remembered some of the events from my school days. But that was it at that point, nothing happened to me, but I read a bit each day, and continued to consume more and more red-pills as the weeks went by.

I became more and more aware of the issues I'd explored in a blog post I'd written elsewhere the previous year where I questioned why humanity often displayed an evil nature. I just realised I published that post on my birthday in 2015, the 14th, weird eh? I recall that at this point I started to form a conclusion that there was much much more to our life on this planet than I'd previously considered, and I also started to recognise what a tremendous force for pure good Christianity had been for the world and for my nation. I continued to read the Bible, but at this point, it was just out of curiosity, my ongoing quest to find as much truth as I could about our lives here, and humanity's history.

In the early part of the summer of 2016 I began to have a period of unusual minor injuries, bumping into cupboard doors, bruising myself, or cutting a finger with a kitchen knife, and these continued for a few weeks. I cut my foot on a rock under the water whilst swimming one afternoon, and as this sequence of accidents continued, I realised it was very unusual, as I was normally very sure-handed and had good balance and thus hardly ever injured myself. At around this time I was involved in a very heated internet argument, where I was strongly defending the beneficial influence of Christianity with someone who was anti-Christian, some sort of pagan type, and I put two and two together and wondered if I was the subject of some sort of hexing.

I don't know the precise date, but one night I was sound asleep, I'd guess it was around 3am. I woke with a start, and was immediately aware of something that had been very close to me, but that moved away up to the ceiling as I awoke. It was pitch dark, so I could only describe this thing as a dark object, I was very aware of its presence, and more so as it came down from the ceiling and moved towards me, until it was literally on top of me, and it felt as though it was trying to enter my body. I was terrified through this experience, literally in a cold sweat, as I lay there, wide awake, breathing deeply. I could feel an evil malevolence from this thing, I was in no doubt that it meant to harm me, maybe kill me.

For reasons unknown to me, but feeling I needed some serious help to escape this attack, I instinctively began to repeat the Lord's Prayer over and over. I'd not said this prayer since school days, and I'd not reached the Bible verse where it appears in the New Testament, but the words were lodged in my memory somewhere, so I kept saying the prayer aloud, for what seemed like 10 minutes or so. After 10 minutes, this dark thing floated back away from me and vanished, and I immediately went back to sleep, and slept soundly until the morning. When I awoke, the whole incident was very clear in my mind. My only thought as I got dressed was:

                             'There's definitely a God, and last night He came to my rescue'

At that point I couldn't call myself a Christian, as I was still quite ignorant about the nature of the faith, and Christ's part in it, but I was from that point a believer in the Christian God, and it had taken Him all of two months (at most) to address the desire I had expressed in the email sent in June to know Him. That's pretty sharp, considering my lifetime atheism, but you don't get what you don't ask for, and clearly He loves all of us, why else would He bother to rescue a lifelong atheist? 

Later that year, things were ticking along in my life, I had read the four Gospels and more, and grasped a bit more about Christian faith, and I had enjoyed reading about the life of Jesus, and it was unusual that I couldn't find anything incoherent or wrong about any of His teachings. It was all good. So I started to attend a local church. One night in mid-December I was driving back late from Cardiff to my home city in Devon. I had been unwell for a few weeks, with stomach issues, a bit worse than my customary IBS symptoms. I wondered if I had something more serious, such as cancer. Unlikely I know, but we all sometimes think the worst about what is causing troubling symptoms.

So, I'm in my car, it's around 11pm, and I'm somewhere out in the countryside on the motorway, whizzing along on a clear night and a quiet road. I'm thinking to myself and directing the thoughts to God, sort of talking to Him in my mind. I told Him that I was glad I knew Him now after all these years, and I told him that if I did have cancer and I was going to die soon, that I was grateful for a good life, and that I hoped to meet Him and Jesus in heaven. I wasn't depressed at all, it was just a communication to God that if my time was up, so be it, and I looked forward to whatever came next, hopefully something blissful in heaven.

You may have seen cartoons where a character is surprised by something they see, and so they do a double-take in amazement? That was literally what happened to me within a few seconds of sharing these thoughts with God, as I saw out of the car window away to the right in the distance a lit cross, just gleaming in the darkness. It was still there when I did the double-take, and it looked real, perched quite high, I'd guess a few hundred metres away from the motorway. Naturally I was taken aback at seeing a cross just after sharing my thoughts with God, and I took it as a sign that He had heard me (again). Around ten days later I made the same trip back from Cardiff to Devon, and I kept a look out for the cross, and it was there again, and I had my Sat Nav device on too, so I was able to look at the location, a small village out in the countyside, but I later confirmed it had a church, so it must have been the cross on the church's spire. However, on a 150 mile trip, what are the chances that I pass that church's cross at the precise moment I've just shared some thoughts directly with God? Slim, very slim.

The conclusion to this tale harkens back to my attraction to the number 7. I did expect that once I'd passed my 49th birthday, that the following year would be the best of my life. Clearly it was, as nothing compares to the joy of knowing Jehovah and Jesus are with you in your life, and knowing that there is a reason why good and evil exist, and how to make the right choices in one's own life to follow the path of good. The Holy Spirit does transform you.

Some months later I had progressed to reading the Old Testament, and has reached the Book of Leviticus, which I loved, as I thought God's laws and commands and statutes were brilliant. As I read chapter 25, once again, I was startled:

8 And thou shalt number seven sabbaths of years unto thee, seven times seven years; and the space of the seven sabbaths of years shall be unto thee forty and nine years. 9 Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the jubile to sound on the tenth day of the seventh month, in the day of atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound throughout all your land. 10 And ye shall hallow the fiftieth year, and proclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof: it shall be a jubile unto you; and ye shall return every man unto his possession, and ye shall return every man unto his family. 11 A jubile shall that fiftieth year be unto you: ye shall not sow, neither reap that which groweth of itself in it, nor gather the grapes in it of thy vine undressed. 12 For it is the jubile; it shall be holy unto you: ye shall eat the increase thereof out of the field.
It's very hard to find any other explanation for everything that happened to me once I had passed 7 x 7 years of my life and began my 50th year, but it seems clear that was the point where I returned to my family, the Body of Christ, the Christian church. God had planted a seed in me back when I was a child with the number 7, and He'd patiently waited for me to seek Him, and then without delay, He'd come to my rescue and allowed me to know Him. The Bible I ordered had arrived within days of 'the tenth day of the seventh month' of my jubilee year, and my eyes were opened almost immediately. I had no knowledge of the jubilee year until after I had turned 50 last year.

There will be a part 3 to this series within a couple of weeks, but for now, if you're reading this as a an atheist or an agnostic, you should know that I was like you for most of my life. And probably, if I'd read my own story back when I didn't believe, it wouldn't have convinced me to believe. But what you need to realise is that the truth is sat there waiting for you, you simply have to want to know it, and make it known that you want the truth in your life. The truth is Jehovah and His son Jesus. Those of you who recognise the importance of Christianity to the development of our wonderful Western civilisations, you know that Christianity is under attack and is waning. You know that nothing can replace it. So don't try to replace it, embrace it, take a leap of faith and ask for the truth for yourself, and rest assured it will appear. And then the West can be saved.

I pray that all who read this post come to know Jehovah. Amen.

Saturday, 18 August 2018

Jehovah is waiting for you (part 1)

Life is really very strange. Most of us just meander along, living, and we really don't have a clue about anything at all. Most of us don't think much at all about the meaning of life. We don't stop to wonder if there's anything important we might be missing, because we're just too busy living. Most of us are not curious.

Some of us (like me) do think about life, eventually. Nevertheless, I meandered along for 49 years, thinking, but never really questioning much about my existence, whether it had any point. I had decided when I was 5 or 6 years old that the Bible stories were obviously not true, as some of the miracles described just didn't seem feasible. As a 6 year old, I was just like a smaller version of my adult self, pretty confident in my ability to determine truth from fiction, but full of hubris as a result. So for the entirety of my life until I turned 49 I was an atheist. My hubristic attitude persisted for a very long time, with no material change until I reached my late 40s, when I started to think about humanity and the meaning of life, without reaching any firm conclusions. 

I had a few experiences through my life that were a little bit strange, and whilst they didn't cause me to reconsider my atheism, they did make me realise there were weird things that happened to me, that perhaps others wouldn't have experienced at all. Sometimes things happen that are just a bit too weird to be totally random, in my view. The three experiences I had all left a lasting impression on me, and all involved birds. Of the feathered kind.

I was a member of the YOC in England (the Young Ornithologist's Club )in my teens as I'd always enjoyed watching birds in the garden or in woods nearby, or at the beach.(This was before the age of the internet, so we had no exciting online gaming to occupy us, we had to make do with the wonders of nature outside the house).  One afternoon, when I was 13 or 14, I was out in the back garden in council estate suburbia, when a young crow landed in the garden, and strangely approached me. It was a wild bird, but it wasn't at all afraid of me, and we ended up playing a tug-of-war with  a piece of string for a while. I wasn't able to touch the bird, and eventually it flew away, but even to this day I wonder why it just turned up in my garden and had some fun with me that afternoon. Just a random event surely? Whatever it was, I have always had a strange feeling of gratitude that I had that experience. But not to the bird, just to.......something, I suppose.

When I was in my early 20s and living in Wales, I had a nesting box fixed to the back of my house, and was fortunate that a pair of blue tits chose it as their home, and they eventually hatched a brood of babies, which I could hear in the box every time a parent returned to feed them. As June approached I wondered if I would be lucky to see them leave the box? Chances were very slim indeed, as I was working full time, and had very little time to spend watching out for the baby birds leaving the nesting box. But I used to look out of my bedroom window down to the box each morning after I'd got out of bed, and would have a quick look around most evenings too when I got home from work.

One morning, amazingly, I saw the parents flitting to and fro the box, and chirping loudly, and then sitting in the bushes in the garden. And then a fledgling fluttered out and landed in the bushes with his parents. And then another 4 or 5 babies followed on behind, all safely flying to the bushes (I won't ask you to consider how they knew how to fly, having spent their couple of months of life in the dark box). I thought all of the baby birds were out, when a final little bird appeared and flew away from the house. But it didn't head for the bushes, instead it did a 180 degree turn and banked upwards some 20 feet and landed clumsily on the window sill of my bedroom window, no more than 5 feet from where my head was poking out. The little bird just sat there and blinked a lot, and looked around a bit, then did a little bird poo, and fluttered away to join his family in the bushes. Perhaps I'm weird, but I have always thought that the odds of me spotting the babies leaving the nest was slim, maybe 20/1 at best. I thought it was completely amazing that the last baby bird would veer away from his parents' calls and head up to meet me for a minute, I wouldn't even want to estimate the odds of that. Yep, I always thought the little bird was flying up to say 'thanks for the nesting box, see you around'. And once again, I was really very grateful for that experience, but I had no recipient for the gratitude at that time, I just thought I was lucky, but I did think it was something more than random luck.

Many years later when I'd reached my mid 30s, when on holiday at a very nice luxury resort in the Caribbean that I'd visited 14 times over 10 years, I had the third strange encounter with a bird. There were quite a few birds around the place, especially at the cafe by the beach, and the song birds there were reasonably tame, so I enjoyed feeding them. I'd seen many humming birds over the years in the gardens, they were so beautiful, darting around the bushes feeding. Amazing creatures, and so small and delicate too, certainly my favourite bird to watch in action.

One afternoon I came off the beach to visit the bathroom, and I therefore had to walk through an open-air clubhouse. Whilst it was open-air, it did have a number of windows around the dining areas. As I entered the clubhouse, what did I spy fluttering up and down inside one of the windows? A tiny purple humming bird. Once again, for a third time over many decades, I somehow happened to be in the right place at the right time to be able to interact with one of my favourite creatures. There was no one else around, just me, so I walked over to have a look at the bird. I reckon it had been stuck there for a while, as it was literally panting and I could its little chest pumping really hard, and it actually stopped fluttering up and down and just sat the bottom of the window in exhaustion. What to do, what to do?

I decided to try to help the bird back outside, so I gingerly reached out with cupped hands to try to pick up the bird. I was nervous of squashing it as it was so tiny, so on the first attempt it fluttered away. But on the second attempt it just sat still and I covered it with my hands and lifted it up and took it around the corner to the open air. I opened my palms, and guess what, the bird didn't immediately fly away, it just sat there looking at me for a few seconds, and then it was off and away. I was left in a state of pure blissful wonderment.

I can remember each of these moments as if they has happened yesterday, and after each one I felt a profound sense of amazement at the way the birds behaved, and a strange sense of wonder at how and why I'd somehow had these experiences, given my lifelong interest in birds. I had a feeling each time of being more than lucky, that it was more than pure chance. Deep down, without me ever really knowing what it meant, I felt I was somehow blessed to have had those experiences, as if somehow my love of birds was known and so the highly-unlikely encounters happened periodically for me.

It's possible you're thinking at this point, as I draw this post to its conclusion 'What does this story have to do with the title of the blog post 'Jehovah is waiting for you (part 1)'.

Well, you can probably make a decent guess now, but you'll have to wait for Part 2, where the weirdness and coincidences take on a far more supernatural nature altogether. Life sometimes seems weird, but really, trust me, it's not weird at all. All will be revealed in part 2 (unless I find it needs a part 3 as well, who knows, the lamb story is worthy of post of its own).

Saturday, 28 July 2018


When we look back through time to ancient history, we often read about earlier 'civilisations', such as the Mayans, the Romans, the Greeks, the Aztecs. We read of their great achievements, such as architecture,engineering and philosophy and literature. We also read about the casual slaughter of their fellow humans.

how civilised

HUNDREDS of human skulls harvested in bloody human sacrifice rituals and put on public display were discovered by Mexican archaeologists studying the lost Aztec city of Tenochtitlan.

The tzompantli were first described by the Spanish conquistadors in 1519 when they landed in Central America.
Some historical accounts of the ghastly skull racks estimated as many as 130,000 decapitated heads out in public display.
The bizarre skull racks where assembled into multiple rows of severed heads expertly threaded onto wooden poles which held thousands of skulls at once.
INAH bioarchaeologist Ximena Ch├ívez Balderas said the skin and flesh were most likely peeled away from the skulls after sacrifice.

At the time historians were shocked to learn from the finding men, women and children were all selected for human sacrifices.
Rodrigo Bolanos, a biological anthropologist investigating the dig said: “We were expecting just men, obviously young men, as warriors would be, and the thing about the women and children is that you’d think they wouldn’t be going to war.”
The blood-soaked temple was the city’s main place of worship and human sacrifice dedicated to the god of war Huitzilopochtli and the god of rain Tlaloc.
They had a god of rain, and they thought that he needed human blood to make the rain fall. It's hard to put oneself into the frame of mind of a society that will slaughter its own children just because they think it will produce some rain. Or is it? We'll see later in this post that it's really quite easy to see how they reached such a barbaric level, as they had no moral authority.

What about the Romans? Everyone seems to agree they were a remarkably civilised Empire as far as I can tell. They fought some bloody wars and conquered many nations, but that's part and parcel of being human, war is always on the horizon. Were they civilised? No, they weren't. 

 'Gladiators were an expensive investment for those who ran the gladiator schools, so it was preferable that the fighters did not die on the field – meaning they had to be strong enough to last more than one fight. Contrary to popular belief, not many gladiators actually fought to the death. Some historians say one in five died in battle, others one in ten, yet most only lived to their mid-twenties anyway – shocking when compared to today’s average! However, it was also commonplace at fights held at the Coliseum for the Emperor to have the final say as to whether the combatants lived or died – often invoking the opinions of the audience to help decide the matter. So whether you fought well or not, your fate could lie ultimately in the hands of your ruler.'

Have you noticed that these 'civilisations' share a love of blood and death, especially when it's their fellow humans involved? Imagine fighting to the best of your ability to survive, and then another man who happened to be Emperor, along with a crowd of blood-thirsty drunkards, all gave you the thumbs down, and suddenly you're dead. What does that tell us about the Romans love for their neighbour, or the value they placed on human lives?

Well, they eventually came to value their entertainment so much that human versus human became a little too boring to satisfy their blood-lust, so they spiced things up by introducing wild animals into their 'games'.

'The cultural juggernaut known as the Roman Games began in 242 B.C., when two sons decided to celebrate their father's life by ordering slaves to battle each other to the death at his funeral. This new variation of ancient munera (a tribute to the dead) struck a chord within the developing republic. Soon, other members of the wealthy classes began to incorporate this type of slave fighting into their own munera. The practice evolved over time — with new formats, rules, specialized weapons, etc. — until the Roman Games as we now know them were born.
In 189 B.C., a consul named M. Fulvius Nobilior decided to do something different. In addition to the gladiator duels that had become common, he introduced an animal act that would see humans fight both lions and panthers to the death. Big-game hunting was not a part of Roman culture; Romans only attacked large animals to protect themselves, their families or their crops. Nobilior realized that the spectacle of animals fighting humans would add a cheap and unique flourish to this fantastic new pastime. Nobilior aimed to make an impression, and he succeeded. [Photos: Gladiators of the Roman Empire]
With the birth of the first "animal program," an uneasy milestone was achieved in the evolution of the Roman Games: the point at which a human being faced a snarling pack of starved beasts, and every laughing spectator in the crowd chanted for the big cats to win, the point at which the republic's obligation to make a man's death a fair or honorable one began to be outweighed by the entertainment value of watching him die.
Twenty-two years later, in 167 B.C., Aemlilus Paullus would give Rome its first damnatio ad bestias when he rounded up army deserters and had them crushed, one by one, under the heavy feet of elephants. "The act was done publicly," historian Alison Futrell noted in her book "Blood in the Arena," "a harsh object lesson for those challenging Roman authority."
The "satisfaction and relief" Romans would feel watching someone considered lower than themselves be thrown to the beasts would become, as historian Garrett G. Fagan noted in his book "The Lure of the Arena," a "central … facet of the experience [of the Roman Games. … a feeling of shared empowerment and validation … " In those moments, Rome began the transition into the self-indulgent decadence that would come to define all that we associate with the great society's demise.'
I'm a cat lover, but I feel sad when my cats catch a mouse or a bird, so I doubt I would have enjoyed the sight of humans being ripped to pieces (whilst still alive) just for an afternoon's entertainment. Perhaps I have a different view of what it means to be civilised?

The Greeks though, surely they were the most civilised of all previous civilisations?  No, they were just as bad.

In ancient times, the inhabitants of the Greek island of Crete practiced human sacrifice to appease gods whom they believed threatened them with earthquakes. In a December 20 lecture at the Archaeological Museum of Thessaloniki, archaeologist and lead excavator Maria Vlazaki-Andreadaki addressed the evidence of ritual sacrifice that occured at the ancient palace of Kydonia, located on a hilltop on Crete.
Vlazaki-Andreadaki explained that a “great disaster”—which per calculations from the Technical University of Crete corresponds to an earthquake around 6.5 to 7.5 on the Richter scale—prompted the ancient Kydonians to perform human sacrifice to appease the deities they thought were responsible, according to Archaeology News Network. In addition to various animal skulls, Vlazaki-Andreadaki and her colleagues discovered the skull of a young girl that had been “cut up” by a sword in an incredibly precise manner.
“It is a shocking image,” she told the audience, according to Archaeology News Network.

The earthquakes did not abate.

“We cannot avoid mentioning human sacrifice in Minoan Crete,” Vlazaki-Andreadaki, who also serves as the Secretary General of the Ministry of Culture and Sports, said according to Archaeology News Network. “Finding the bones of the young woman, studying them, reassembling them on the skull, and observing their being split with a sharp instrument at their ‘seams’ in conjunction with ritual acts, should not be surprising.”

The reason it shouldn’t be surprising is that Greek mythology is rife with stories of human sacrifice, especially of young virgins. Periods of famine and natural disaster, as well as just before the onset of war, were the times in which ancient Greeks most typically turned to such practices, Archaeology News Network reported Andreadaki-Vlazaki as saying. These accounts tend to portray such victims meeting their fate willingly, if not particularly happily, and feeling a sense of duty.
In the lead-up to the Trojan War, King Agamemnon unwittingly angered the goddess Artemis by killing one of her sacred deer, upon which she essentially held the winds hostage—putting his fleet dead in the water—until he sacrificed his daughter Iphigenia. In the setup of the tale of Theseus and the Minotaur, King Minos of Crete forced Athenians to compensate for the death of his son by sending seven young men and seven young women into his labyrinth, where the Minotaur would eat them. Those chosen were generally described as beautiful and virginal, according to Ancient History Encyclopedia.'
I like beautiful virgins as much as the next man, but prefer to keep them alive, call me uncivilised if you like, but 'thou shalt not kill' carries more weight for me than trying to appease an earthquake god. Oh, and the Greeks seem to be taking steps backwards as far as their choice of gods is concerned, so watch out if you're a Greek virgin female, who knows what may lie ahead? Mankind is intent on a certain kind of civilisation isn't it, the lust for human blood is always there. You ever wonder why, or more importantly, how we can turn into something better, something that is worthy of the word 'civilised'?

How about if we look at more recent civilisations?  The Japanese for example, what a fantastic country, great culture, so polite and deferential as a people. Surely they're near the pinnacle of civilisation? Actually, no, they'd be down at the bottom of the pile.

There's a long list at that link of the Japanese atrocities during the period of the Second World War, it's interesting that they even resorted to cannibalism:

Lord Russell relates the story of a young American pilot who was captured, murdered, and eaten by Japanese officers on the island of New Britain. The story is narrated by Havildar Chandgi Ram who had been shipped to New Britain with other Indian Army prisoners of war and forced to work as a slave labourer for the Imperial Japanese Army.
"On 12 November 1944, I was digging a trench for the Japanese in the Totabil area of New Britain. About 1600 hours, a single-engined United States fighter plane made a forced landing about a hundred yards away from where I was working. The Japanese from Go Butai Kendebo Camp rushed to the spot and seized the pilot, who could not have been more than twenty years old, and had managed to scramble out of the plane before the Japs could reach him.
"About half an hour from the time of the forced landing, the Kempei Tai * beheaded the pilot. I saw this from behind a tree and watched some of the Japanese cut flesh from his arms, legs, hips and buttocks and carry it off to their quarters. I was so shocked at the scene and followed the Japanese just to find out what they would do with the flesh. They cut it in small pieces and fried it.
"Later that evening, a senior Japanese officer, of the rank of major general, addressed a large number of officers. At the conclusion of his speech, a piece of fried flesh was given to all present who ate it on the spot."
Most would describe the Japanese as civilised back then, so how come they were merrily eating their fellow humans, and taking others as sex-slaves? What is missing from their nation is a set of rules, rules that set man apart from blood-thirsty cannibals, rules that don't come from other men, but from the only God that gives us wisdom and justice and freedom (from our own barbaric natures). You know his name, Jehovah, the God who also gave us His Son as a sacrifice to atone for the sins of those who believe in Him.

And so what about England and Wales today (and America too), the cradles of Western Christian faith? Surely we're civilised, even though we're no longer faithful Christian nations? We can't have forgotten the rules that Alfred the Great adopted from Jehovah (via Moses) already can we?

Sorry to disappoint you, but we're as bad as all of the civilisations mentioned above, if not worse.

The number of abortions carried out in England and Wales last year  (2014) was the highest in five years, driven by growing numbers of women in their 30s and 40s who are terminating a pregnancy, official figures show.
More women are having multiple abortions, according to the annual statistics released by the Department of Health. Almost four in 10 terminations are now carried out on women who have undergone the procedure before. Fifty women had each had eight terminations, the figures revealed.
In all, 185,824 abortions were carried out on women and girls in England and Wales last year. That was 1,253 (0.7%) more than the 184,571 performed in 2014, and the largest number since the 189,931 carried out in 2011.
(The Department of 'Health' is doing its job so well).

The British Pregnancy Advisory Service said: “The last decade has seen a considerable rise in the proportion of women having terminations who are either in a relationship or married.” Last year 70% of women ending a pregnancy were either married or had a partner – a big rise from 48% in 2005.
 (Tough luck fathers-to-be, but you have no say whatsoever in the life or death of your children these days, it's entirely up to the woman and the state, a lethal combination if ever there was one).

It's no brighter elsewhere in the West:

The West has, with the help of the suicidal progressive movement, caused its own decline. Italy has the lowest birth rates in 150 years, with a 1.4 percent fertility rate, Denmark 1.7 percent, Switzerland 1.5 percent, Portugal 1.2 percent and Germany 1.4 perent, according to 2016 numbers from World Bank. According to the World Health Organization (WHO) and other surveys, abortion rates in Scandinavia, U.K. and France rate as high as 20-30 percent, Germany, Finland and Benelux 11-14 percent. Since abortion was first legalized in the 1970s, Germany has removed 120,000 annually, France around 200,000, Netherlands 30,000, Norway 15,000 yearly and Sweden 35,000. Tally the numbers; they are massive.
In the U.S., over 50 million have been lost to abortion since 1960, according to former Newsweek editor Jon Meacham in what he calls “The end of Christian America.” If you add the pictures of the screaming women, fuming with anger and rage in pro-abortion parades, you know you are watching the end of a culture. No childless society can survive.
During university fieldwork among Muslims in Kenya in 2004, I was confronted with the following paradox: A Muslim leader asked me why Westerners call Saudi Arabia “barbarians” when they chop off the hands of thieves as punishment for stealing. He was amazed that this Arabic custom could be so harshly denounced, with reference to human rights. Yet in the West, he pointed out, “The woman has the right to kill her own child,” saying that, unlike thieves, these children are innocent and gifts from God, and have committed no crime. He asked me: “Which culture is really barbarian? Which culture is most inhumane?”
The Mayans, the Aztecs, the Greeks, they were all sacrificing their fellow humans to their gods. Whilst that is still pure evil, the West today encourages women to sacrifice their own children simply as a lifestyle choice, just to supposedly give them more choices about how to live their lives, more freedom. It's the ultimate expression of progressive liberalism: murder your own innocent child whilst it is still in the womb, for your own freedom to live a life of debauchery, and don't spare a thought for the father either. Society generally doesn't blink an eye at these murders today, and in fact your rulers force you to pay taxes that are used to murder your own children.

The only route to a truly civilised nation is the one followed by Alfred the Great. Follow Jehovah and His laws. It's not complicated and it's not difficult to do. Be on guard for the evil-doers who will constantly be trying to move you away from God's ways, cast them out of your lands, or put them to the sword if need be, as long as you follow Jehovah's word on the subject and take His guidance, you can rest assured you will be creating civilisation and destroying evil-doers.

As always, I will finish up with a word of advice to my readers, some of whom may not be Christians. If you rely on men for your rules, you will turn to evil. If you rely on men to fight your battles, you will lose. If you rely on men to plan your economy, or to run your nation's affairs, you will end up with barbaric chaos. You may be aware that the West is nearing chaos, within 20 years, we'll be there.

Do not be so vain and foolish to think you can regain Christian civilisation with just the empty shell of Christian values, but without the faith. Jehovah will not be interested in a veneer of obedience, or a nod to His laws and commands and statutes. You willl only win this battle by personally seeking God, finding Him, and committing to live according to His ways. Not only will you win here on earth, you will win for eternity, and you will live a life full of love for your neighbours (not the whole world, just your neighbours), and a life blessed with huge families and cohesive tribes of your kith and kin. I pray that our men will wake up to this fact, and begin reading or listening to the Bible, as time is not on our side. Amen.

'When thou goest out to battle against thine enemies, and seest horses, and chariots, and a people more than thou, be not afraid of them: for the LORD thy God is with thee, which brought thee up out of the land of Egypt. 2And it shall be, when ye are come nigh unto the battle, that the priest shall approach and speak unto the people, 3And shall say unto them, Hear, O Israel, ye approach this day unto battle against your enemies: let not your hearts faint, fear not, and do not tremble, neither be ye terrified because of them; 4For the LORD your God is he that goeth with you, to fight for you against your enemies, to save you.'

Saturday, 14 July 2018

Trousers for men, skirts and dresses for women

 'The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do so are abomination unto the LORD thy God.'
                                                                        (Deuteronomy 22:5)

As the nation has (been) turned away from Jehovah, we've seen a rise in feminism, and feminists love to wear trousers, believing it makes them somehow equal to men? That's impossible of course. Cultural pressures mean that even non-feminists mostly wear trousers these days. The madness has yet to swing the other way very much, although transvestites and others of that ilk who are male do wear skirts sometimes. They literally are an abomination to look at, but God hates it because it seeks to subvert and pervert His natural hierarchy, as laid out in the Garden of Eden, whereby woman is subject to her husband:

'Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.'
                                                                   (Genesis 3:16)

Women become depressed when they don't have a man to rule over them, because God gave them that desire. Those who seek our destruction want the roles reversed in order to increase the chaos that results. Family formations shrink, births drop, and the very stability of society vanishes when the natural order ordained by Jehovah is turned on its head, and clothing is simply a part of the natural order, and was adhered to by this God-fearing nation for well over 1,000 years, vanishing in the blink of an eye from the 1960s onward.

But now the evil one is taking aim at our children, as the anti-Christian crusades are now being targeted at school uniforms, and more and more schools are simply banning skirts.

The writer of that linked article is a woman, obviously one that hates men, and so she is keen to de-masculinise schoolboys and masculinise girls, by seeking to switch the clothing they wear. I see that some schools are attempting to justify these moves as a way to avoid upsetting the transgender children they have brainwashed into believing they're another sex. I'd be upset if I was a boy who thought he was a girl and saw other girls wearing skirts, surely that would be most upsetting. Like me, you may not grasp the logic of their argument, but when you're dealing with the father of lies and his progeny in state education, they don't much rely on logic, more on lies. When I was at school, any boy that fancied he was a girl would have literally been treated as mentally ill. Of course it was incredibly rare in England and Wales to see that sort of thing back in the 70s and 80s, mainly because TV and the state weren't yet promoting it to our children. Now it's heavily promoted and indeed it is now part of 'British Values' that such nonsense is forced into children's impressionable minds from a very early age (home-school your child if you want to help to save their soul and sanity).

From the Guardian article linked above:

'That schools want to move on from outmoded definitions of gender and create a safe environment for trans children is a genuinely laudable step forward. It’s just a shame that it couldn’t have happened through a braver conversation about which versions of gender identity are safe to express in public, which ones are not, and what power dynamics might lie behind those differences. I want to live in a world where boys can waltz into school wearing a full-on taffeta gown (as long as it’s in the uniform code), and the only comment anyone makes is on the quality of the needlework. Challenging boys to be more feminine is a more productive way schools can challenge the gender binary, and there’s no reason why it can’t be done. Come on, headteachers and governors: let your pupils know it’s OK for the boys to wear skirts if they want to. They have nothing to lose but emotional repression.'

It's incredible to read such nonsense, and at the same time realise that her view is now mainstream.
Perhaps you can see why Jehovah states that men and women wearing the clothes of the opposite sex is an abomination to him. He knows where it leads, He knows because he saw it when Eve was duped in Eden by the serpent.

Well, Jehovah did also tell us that our children would be cursed if we turned away from following His laws and statutes, so don't say you weren't warned, this is just the start of the storm that lies ahead, and we deserve all of it.

I still pray the South West of England will turn back to God's ways, and Wales too, the Celts of Dumnonia embraced God's word long ago, after dark times, so there is hope that we will once again turn to our God, but I suspect we have a long period of suffering ahead before we realise how badly we've let God down and before men start to realise the revival of Christian faith is literally the only way back to blessed times. In the meantime, husbands can help matters by instructing their wives to wear skirts and dresses. Try it, see what happens, you may be surprised. Then try listening to the bible, the surprises will come thick and fast.

Sunday, 8 July 2018

Free will, not Omniscience

I was marginally involved in a Twitter spat between Christians and atheists yesterday. During the 'debate', an atheist questioned how we can have free will, and yet have a God that is omniscient? The Christian involved in the 'debate' weakly responded 'why can't both be true'?

The atheist correctly challenged him over that, saying 'foreknowledge precludes free will', and the Christian incorrectly responded 'just because God knew ahead of time, does not negate our will to make decisions'.

I had the opportunity to comment this morning, as the other participants were American, and had been commenting whilst I was asleep. I wrote the following:

'Jehovah does not know ahead of time what we will do, that's Islamic predestination. Please understand your own God, Jehovah mostly leaves the humans to get on with things, only entering the action when called, or according to His will.'
I then quoted some scripture to prove that Jehovah really has given us total free will, and hence (logically) cannot know what we will do from one moment to the next:

 '12And he said, Lay not thine hand upon the lad, neither do thou any thing unto him: for NOW I know that thou fearest God, seeing thou hast not withheld thy son, thine only son from me. '
I've emphasised NOW to illustrate the point that Jehovah only realised Abraham's faith AFTER the offer to sacrifice his son for God. Neither the Christian or the atheist responded to my two tweets above, so I declare victory against the atheist, and hope that the Christian is now more enlightened about his faith.

It's sad to see Christians who don't understand their own faith, but it's very common in these dark times, so I pray that this blog will help others to recognise the wonderful gift that free will is for us, as opposed to the predestination that Islamists believe comes from their god Allah. Like programmed robots, they know from a very early age that nothing they do in their life really matters in the end, as it's already been decided beforehand. A very sad state of affairs. I give thanks that my God Jehovah blessed us with free will to live our lives, knowing that this was a mirror image of His own free will.

The next time a Christian responds to you by saying 'God willing', please challenge their misunderstanding and remind them that our God is perfect, unlike all of the others. 

This point was explained to me a while ago by a good friend and mentor who was the main influence in me finding my own faith, through his own obscure blog, so I want to dedicate this post to him, and thank him for his support and patience with a new believer, and I pray my obscure blog may help others, especially some local men here in South West England and Wales, to find their own faith, or to feel strengthened that they are not alone, we stand together and we shall prevail eventually, one way or another, we know victory is assured. Amen.

Saturday, 7 July 2018

Fake Christians 1

There are millions of fake Christians these days, they're everywhere, and are often referred to as 'churchians'. They tend to ignore the Bible totally, or twist it to suit their own agendas, or sometimes, they lead a flock astray, as is the case with my first example of a fake Christian.

He's the pastor at a church I attended for around 7 months. The church is small and independent, and run along democratic lines (always a recipe for disaster and heresy). Sadly the number of female members is higher than the male members, so it's a church under the indirect authority of women (that's against the teachings of St. Paul, in case you didn't realise that). It also means the church is extremely weak, as it lacks any man with authority, and so it is dying a slow death, as the average age of the congregation must be over 70 (the post-war generation that sat by whilst allowing their nation to be turned against God).

This pastor used to focus many of his sermons on the letters of St Paul as it happened, whilst at the same permitting women to have their heads uncovered in church, and allowing them to speak in church too. I say 'allow' and 'permit', but in fact he had no authority, as they were his collective boss and paid his wages too, so he had to do as they desired, and they really desired to sit and chat in church. He was a very weak man, and a hypocrite in many matters of faith.

I experienced a few instances of false doctrine over the period I was at this church. The first cropped up when I was talking to the pastor about a good friend of mine who lives in Morocco. I had given my friend an Arabic bible to read and some other Christian literature, and mentioned to the pastor that my friend's wife had told him that if he became a Christian through believing Jesus to be the son of God, that she would also choose to believe in Him, and would convert too, and so would their children. 

The pastor looked horrified, and said 'Well, she can't call herself a Christian unless and until she has a close personal relationship with Jesus Christ'. As I was still relatively new to faith I didn't say anything in response, although I knew that didn't sound correct. Subsequent reading confirmed that the 'personal relationship' mantra is a key plank of modern evangelism, but it's pure fiction, and something I will cover in another post. For now, let's just remind ourselves that Jesus is in Heaven, sat alongside God, and He left us the Holy Spirit to be our comforter here on earth. Simple enough.

Back to the pastor's comment, here is some scripture that confirms his words were totally inaccurate:

 'Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.'

 'He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.'

 'Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word, and believeth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life.'
You'll note it doesn't mention any 'personal relationship' at all. 

 'Whosoever believeth that Jesus is the Christ is born of God: and every one that loveth him that begat loveth him also that is begotten of him.'
So believing and confessing that Jesus is the Christ, son of God, that seems to do it, John's epistles are very clear and helpful. Perhaps the pastor has forgotten these verses, or perhaps he feels offended that simple folk in Africa can be saved just by literally having faith and belief in the fact of Jesus' status as the resurrected Son of God? Either way, he's a hypocrite and a liar.

I attended home groups with this church, for a while. They involved some bible study and some group prayer and a bit of chat. I stopped attending when one of the women prayed for the survival of the NHS (National Health Service in Britain). That's the same NHS that kills tens of thousands of unborn babies every year, and euthanises  elderly people in their care to save money. And carries out hormone therapies on young children who have been convinced they are of the opposite sex. Everyone said Amen to the prayer though (except me). Foolish and hypocritical people, all of them, with no real grasp of their faith at all, or perhaps led astray by a weak pastor.

The final straw for me was when a friend and I were organising a trip to distribute some military surplus clothing we'd bought to the local homeless folk. I'd asked the pastor if he wanted to be involved, or whether we could route the funds to purchase the clothing through the church in order to claim some tax relief on the money, and hence buy some extra supplies. I also asked him whether he could help with publicising the endeavour, as it would glorify God amongst local people, and may encourage some to consider coming along to church and finding their own faith. His wife had been very negative about seeking publicity for the mission, saying 'Christians aren't supposed to shout about the good works they do'. She was wrong, and I wrote to him to point out what scripture has to say on the matter:

'Regarding the need for us to publicise our works, it is specifically called for by Jesus Himself in scripture:

'Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. 15Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. 16Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.'

Given the state of the nation, if we don't shine our light (and our good works) as the Lord commands, but seek to hide it under a bushel, we're doomed, and we're also ignoring our side of the new covenant by not glorifying God, and deserve His judgement. Yes, we are saved, but we need to obey the word of God and His son in everything we do. I'm not sure why your wife would have contrary views on the issue, but hopefully reading the above will cause her to reconsider.'
Here's his reply:

'I do feel that if money is being put through the church account and tax is being claimed back from the govt in the name of our fellowship, that the membership knows about it and is fully supportive of the purpose for which it’s being used.
You said that you are planning to do this with someone else. Is he a believer in Christ? Which church does he attend? Perhaps his church organises things differently and the money can be put through them instead.
I’m cautious about seeking publicity for what we do through the secular media. They love it when we do good public works like helping the homeless and running a food bank. However, as soon as the gospel is mentioned or people are challenged concerning life-style choices etc their attitude immediately changes and they don’t want to hear about the ultimate purpose of what we do (I.e. that people turn to Christ from sin and be rescued from eternity in the lake of fire).'
So, in order to claim back around £40 in tax relief by routing the money for the clothes through the church, he felt he needed the whole of the membership to know about it, and to be supportive of it. How's that for saltiness!

He then chose to completely ignore Jesus' own words about shining our light through the world for the glory of God, and instead to behave cautiously for fear that the media may not give a good hearing to any gospel message. So brave of him, and I'm sure that when judgement day comes this pastor will face a question or two on his choices. Weak, weak, weak, and a saltiness rating of 0% with his cautious approach. 

So, if you attend a church like this, watch out, you are being led astray, and I suggest leaving and starting your own small church, something that I plan to do in the very near future, so keep reading here if you're a Dumnonia resident.

We'll give the final word on this subject to St John:

'And hereby we do know that we know him, if we keep his commandments. 4He that saith, I know him, and keepeth not his commandments, is a liar, and the truth is not in him. 5But whoso keepeth his word, in him verily is the love of God perfected: hereby know we that we are in him. 6He that saith he abideth in him ought himself also so to walk, even as he walked.'
Be an authentic salty Christian, not a fake. Follow scripture, keep His commands, tell the truth, confront evil, and don't worry about the consequences here on earth, instead focus on the glories that await us in heaven, for eternity no less.

Saturday, 30 June 2018

Defender of The Faith

The Queen in 1957

Queen Elizabeth II has been on the throne in our nation for over 66 years now, and is the longest-serving monarch we've known. She was a beautiful young woman, who would probably have lived a quiet life had it not been for the weakness and dalliances of her uncle, Edward VIII with an American divorcee, resulting in him eventually choosing someone else's wife over his role as King, what a man. He abdicated from the throne and the Queen's father became King George VI. Interestingly, recently, the Queen blessed Prince Harry's marriage to an American divorcee, perhaps a fitting sign of the state of the nation today, which has been in steep decline during this Queen's reign.

The Queen has many titles, but this is the formal styling for this woman:

Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith

You'll note that it's still acknowledged that her sovereignty is 'by the Grace of God', as are all things we enjoy on this planet. It's hard to believe that as recently as 1940, her father called for the whole nation to pray to God for the efforts to evacuate our forces from the beaches of Dunkirk:

 When Britain was close to defeat during the 2nd World War, and the entire British Army was trapped at Dunkirk, in desperation George 6th called for a National Day of Prayer to be held on 26th May 1940. In a national broadcast he instructed the people of the UK to turn back to God in a spirit of repentance and plead for Divine help.  Millions of people across the British Isles flocked into churches praying for deliverance and this photograph shows the extraordinary scene outside Westminster Abbey as people queued for prayer.  Two events immediately followed. Firstly, a violent storm arose over the Dunkirk region grounding the Luftwaffe which had been killing thousands on the beaches. And then secondly, a great calm descended on the Channel, the like of which hadn’t been seen for a generation, which allowed hundreds of tiny boats to sail across and rescue 335,000 soldiers, rather than the estimated 20-30,000. From then on people referred to what happened as “the miracle of Dunkirk”.  Sunday June 9th was officially appointed as a Day of National Thanksgiving.

Yes, miracles do happen, and Jehovah hears our prayers, especially when millions of hearts are raised to Him. Can you imagine the same thing happening today?

You'll have noticed that one of the Queen's titles is Defender of the Faith, and although this role appears last in the list, we know that the Queen professes a strong personal faith in God. But those are mere words, so let's have a look at how well she's performed in defending THE Faith, our Christian faith in Christ and the Father.

Here is a link to the Queen's first ever televised Christmas message to the nation:

Here are a few excerpts from the speech:

That it is possible for some of you to see me today is just another example of the speed at which things are changing all around us. Because of these changes I am not surprised that many people feel lost and unable to decide what to hold on to and what to discard. How to take advantage of the new life without losing the best of the old.
But it is not the new inventions which are the difficulty. The trouble is caused by unthinking people who carelessly throw away ageless ideals as if they were old and outworn machinery.
They would have religion thrown aside, morality in personal and public life made meaningless, honesty counted as foolishness and self-interest set up in place of self-restraint.
At this critical moment in our history we will certainly lose the trust and respect of the world if we just abandon those fundamental principles which guided the men and women who built the greatness of this country and Commonwealth.
Today we need a special kind of courage, not the kind needed in battle but a kind which makes us stand up for everything that we know is right, everything that is true and honest. We need the kind of courage that can withstand the subtle corruption of the cynics so that we can show the world that we are not afraid of the future.
As I consider the thousands of laws that this woman has authorised during her reign, I realise that she has lacked the 'special kind of courage' she refers to above. She somehow identified which way the wind was blowing (leftwards) in the 1950s, and warned the nation about it. And then, for the next 60 years she's approved legislation that has dismantled Christian life in these lands and allowed the march leftwards to accelerate.

Marriage, divorce, abortion, the Sabbath, sodomy, our very independence, she has never refused to sign any new law, no matter how far away from our 'ageless ideals' they have been. These ageless ideals date back to Alfred the Great and his humility and wisdom in fully accepting Jehovah's law as dictated to Moses at Sinai, and ensuring Britain became a God-fearing and obedient nation, enjoying all of God's blessings. It's ironic that her husband, a Greek chap named Philip, whinged when he had children and they took his wife's (fake) surname of Windsor, saying "I am nothing but a bloody amoeba. I am the only man in the country not allowed to give his name to his own children." No doubt the millions of fathers in the decades since would offer him no sympathy whatsoever as they were systematically robbed of their children by the (anti) family court system over which his wife nominally presides, let alone those would-be fathers who saw their would-be children torn from the womb and thrown away thanks to the murderous abortion laws that his wife approved. Never a word from her, nothing to convey her disgust or horror at signing laws that went directly against the laws of our God. One can only suspect that she places a higher value on her earthly realm and her children's material legacies than on the heavenly realm and the spiritual legacies of her faithful subjects, she's certainly been totally lacking in courage in defending our faith, so that, in fact, on her watch, the faith has vanished almost entirely. Well done Your Majesty.

She has been the worst monarch in this nation's history, and as a result we have turned away from our God, and He now curses us. Her son appears to be a Godless man, engaging openly in adultery and a firm follower of socialist fashions, so I suspect he will be the last of that line, and good riddance to all of them I say, they shall reap what they have sown, their subservience to the liberals and their father of lies will no doubt be their undoing. Here's what the next King had to say about defending The Faith: 'Charles, Prince of Wales, the present heir apparent, expressed a preference to change the style and the spirit should he succeed to the throne as expected. He commented in 1994, "I personally would rather see [my future role] as Defender of Faith, not the Faith". He'll be remembered as the King who completed the work of his mother to forsake Jehovah.

The speech the Queen gave to the nation in 1957 would serve us well today, were we to even begin to recognise the dire straits we are now in:

I would like to read you a few lines from 'Pilgrim's Progress', because I am sure we can say with Mr Valiant for Truth, these words:
"Though with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his battles who now will be my rewarder."
Thanks for the warning Your Majesty it's a shame you chose to ignore your own words and surrendered to the liars and deceivers, and you've reigned unscathed, with your head cowed to the will of man, and turned against the God by who's Grace you reign.

I call upon the men of England and Wales today to prepare for the tribulations that lie ahead. You all have much suffering ahead, as the nation will be torn apart by wars and famine and economic collapse. You may not see it coming, but it's already started, quietly. Within just a few years everyone will recognise the perils we face.

The only question is whether you turn back to God? If you do, if you renew the covenant that Alfred the Great made with Jehovah, once more this nation will be blessed. If you don't turn back, you will never recover those former glories, you will face only misery and turmoil, for all of your days.

So, don't be stiff-necked, wise up, grab a bible, or better yet listen to it with some fellow men, it's really not hard to understand, and the truth will set you free. And maybe you'll spread the word and it'll grow like wildfire. These calm days are nearly past, the wrath of God will soon be seen and heard, let's open our hearts to His will, to His love, to His faithfulness, to His salvation, so that we may prosper once again.