40 days and 40 nights (part 7) – 9th April – 21.15 onward

Hello again.

If you are a new reader of my blog, please don’t read this post until you have read the preceding few posts, as it won’t make much sense on its own. Thanks.

I was side-tracked by events these past few days, so I am only now (1st July 2020) able to start writing about my experiences of the night of 9th April 2020.

First though, I have to cover something from the daytime on 9th April, notably the revelation of heaven being in the depths of the oceans, which are above us, as the earth is upside-down (and flat). The lyrics of another Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci song perfectly speak for our Father about His location and His desire and His creation. In any other context the lyrics are nonsensical, but in their True context, they are perfect and brilliant and very moving too.The song is called Tsunami, although the lyrics bear no relationship to a tsunami. I used to listen to this song on the playlist I put together and enjoy it, without giving any thought whatsoever to the lyrics or the title, it is just a great tune. Once their meaning was revealed, I then realised that the title still didn’t connect to the lyrics, but here are some screenshots of some business emails I have sent in the past few months, and they all contain the word ‘tsunami’:

  Lo, I am sending My messenger, And he hath prepared a way before Me, And suddenly come in unto his temple Doth the Lord whom ye are seeking, Even the messenger of the covenant, Whom ye are desiring, Lo, he is coming, said Jehovah of Hosts. 2And who is bearing the day of his coming? And who is standing in his appearing? For he [is] as fire of a refiner, And as soap of a fuller. 3And he hath sat, a refiner and purifier of silver, And he hath purified the sons of Levi, And hath refined them as gold and as silver, And they have been to Jehovah bringing nigh a present in righteousness.

The text above describes my mission, to purify the sons of Levi ahead of the return of our Lord Yahshua. What I hadn’t realised though was that before I could start work as that ‘fire of a refiner’ and ‘soap of a fuller’ I had to be thoroughly cleansed myself. I had already made a priest’s burnt offering at home earlier that evening, so what came next was not related to sin and righteousness at all, hence it was such a shock to my system. Here’s a bit more of Malachi:

 For, lo, the day hath come, burning as a furnace, And all the proud, and every wicked doer, have been stubble, And burnt them hath the day that came, Said Jehovah of Hosts, That there is not left to them root or branch, 2And risen to you, ye who fear My name, Hath the sun of righteousness — and healing in its wings, And ye have gone forth, and have increased as calves of a stall.

I could very accurately be described as somewhat proud and arrogant, all my life really, from the day I heard about the miracles of Yahshua at age 6 or 7 and decided that all of it was obviously a fairy-story, all through my school days, and my working life, I thought I was a bit better than everyone else, smarter mostly, wittier, different too. I had never really sat and thought about my attitude to others through my life much, as I thought I was a decent man, caring, loving to family and friends, with sound morals. But I hadn’t realised that I was a ‘hard’ individual, unbending, always thinking I was in the right, always happy to correct others, sometimes not so caring.

So, as I am laid flat out on the floor on my stomach, towel around my head, our Father stood just in front of me, He somehow replayed to me in vivid detail pretty much every example of where I have been arrogant and uncaring to others in the whole of my life. And not just replaying these times to me, but letting me see how bad I had been on each occasion, with a level of emotional reckoning for me that was very painful indeed. So, I was very quickly sobbing with tears, wailing really and crying out the names of those who I had been unkind to, it was horrible. And it was like peeling an onion, as the intensity of those I had been unkind to just kept increasing as the time passed, always leading toward those who I most cared about. I don’t want to give any details really, but to give you an idea of the sort of things, I will share a couple.

My first cat, who was a really cute and lovely affectionate cat, an Abyssinian half-breed called Holly, he was with me when I was living in Cardiff, Wales. Sometimes, if he was in the kitchen eating and I was in the lounge, I would dash upstairs and hide in one of the bedrooms, and the cat would not be able to find me and would be miaowing for me, crying for me really, and then I would come out of my hiding place and we’d have a cuddle. Looking back on it as I lay on the moor that night, I realised it was a bad way to treat the cat, and I loved that cat so much, I cried like a baby when he had to be put to sleep at age eight, so I cried like a baby again at my stupid behaviour back when he was with me. Another example was from a part-time job I had when I was 15 or 16 in a shoe shop, mostly just Saturdays. It was a fun workplace, mostly women, some youngsters like me, and a weak manager, giving us the opportunity for mischief. There were two sisters who worked there, both in their 40s I would imagine. One was worldly and funny, the other sister was not, she was very sweet and innocent, and was a bit on the slow side too. So, I used to join in with the others in teasing her and silly games aimed at her, just for the fun of it. That may seem like a trivial matter to you, maybe to me too, but not to our Father, and I was shown dozens of these incidents from my lifetime, with an increasing level of intensity as they were put before me.

Apart from the emotional pain of this experience, there was a surprising physical reaction too. I was laid on my side quite soon, in the foetal position, and as this experience unfolded, I was constantly coughing hard, sneezing, with a very snotty nose, belching, and farting too. That never stopped, it was like a physical cleansing of my body, as well as an emotional cleansing, and it was no fun at all, I cried the whole time too. And I writhed on the floor too, and cried out the names of people involved and cried out ‘no, no’ a lot. But our Father didn’t let up, I have no idea for how long it continued, but it seemed like hours passed. Then suddenly it stopped and I knew He wasn’t there any more.

Somehow when this happened I knew it was a test of my faith, I knew He wasn’t gone for good, so I said, probably not using the best phrase could have chosen , considering to Whom I was speaking: ‘You’re wasting Your time, I know You won’t just leave me laying her now, so You might as well come back, I won’t lose my faith’. I said what I said, I was in a state of heightened emotions, and I have always spoken to our Father in a direct way, but I suppose it wasn’t especially reverential in tone. Nevertheless, He did come back again, after maybe five minutes. As I was proof-reading, I recalled that just before He did return, I told Him a cheesy joke which seemed apt, so I may as well share the joke with you:

Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker are on the death star, and Vader says to Luke: ‘Luke, Luke, I know what you are getting for Christmas’. Luke replies in anguish: ‘No, no, it’s not true, I don’t believe you, you can’t know what I’m getting for Christmas’. Darth repeats the statement and Luke protests some more (like in the movie), and eventually Luke asks how can Darth know what he is getting for Christmas. Vader responds ‘because I have felt your presence/presents’. A play on words there. I am not sure what our Father thought of me telling me a joke, I hope He was amused, and He knows me better than anyone, so it won’t have surprised Him. But I didn’t hear or sense any laughter.

I had some more of the same to deal with then, my chest was becoming quite painful by this point, I thought that was due to the crying and the coughing, but there was another process underway, one that I had always assumed was not in any way literal, but I was made aware as this process came to an end what had happened: I had had my heart circumcised. My heart was literally sore by the end of the night, it felt bruised and battered, and it felt like that for a couple of days before returning to normal. Was it literally circumcised? I doubt it, but if our hearts are our emotions and feelings, then yes, it was definitely circumcised. I am not sure whether anyone could have fought that process, but I didn’t attempt to stop it happening, I didn’t reject any of the experiences or attempt to excuse them, I just accepted I had been unkind and felt the pain of that realisation. And coughed and sneezed and belched and farted so much, my guts were also painful by this time, and my legs and side were aching from being laid on the cold ground for a couple of hours (I guess). Still not a word spoken by our Father, just injections into my mind, dredging up memories I had long-forgotten. But no sins were dredged up, not one, and some actions I had taken as a believer that were blunt and could have been considered cruel to others were not raised, as they were always me choosing my faith and teaching or preaching righteousness over people’s feelings (so if the two brothers who attended my baptism are reading this, let them feel some humility and repentance I hope, wise and learned as they think they are).

As this part of the night continued I was told to stand up, but this time with a physical sign, as something tapped against my right shoe, on the heel, I reckon it was small stone used. So I stood up, and then the wind came up again and pulled at the bottom of the towel across my face. I didn’t receive a thought injection at this point, but I knew what the towel being fluttered meant, that I had to remove the towel altogether. I can remember the thought process very clearly indeed. I thought: ‘If you remove the towel now and see Yah’s face, you’re going to just die, and He knows that, so is He seeing if I am stupid and disobedient. Or do I have to remove the towel as a test of my trust in Him, showing my faith that He won’t let be killed, and showing that I am not scared to take a risk for Him, a risk that could cost me my life, or will I see His face and live perhaps’?

Yes, it was an interesting few moments considering what I should do next. But I decided that He wasn’t going to let me be killed at this point, so I removed the towel, and was surprised to see…just the moor. He wasn’t in sight, bless Him, I knew it was another test, and I had passed. Then I got a thought injection and was told to get back down on the ground for the final bit of cleansing, which revolved around my family mostly, so I won’t go into the details. It was in this final period that I finally stopped crying and sneezing and all the rest, and I was made aware that I had had my heart circumcised. Although it was horrible to experience, there has been a very noticeable impact on my character since, I am much softer now in my dealings with people, less impatient, less judgemental, just generally nicer. Except when I am dealing with faith matters, when I am still blunt and forthright, as I would expect, given the job I have to do, and that I have Elijah’s spirit too. I do not tolerate those who want to put their own spin on righteousness, and I have little patience for those who are flaky and unsalty in their faith, who are just playing at it. At this stage of the game, you just can’t mess around any more, go all in, or you’re wasting your time, that’s my view. Those neither hot nor cold are going to be spewed out during the tribulation.

Back to the moor, where I was made to stand up again, this time I had the towel around my face held there but with my hands behind my head, so my arms were outstretched. Can you picture that? I was given a thought injection that was really the strangest one of them all I think. I am going to estimate the time, I think it may have been around 2am or so, I reckon I was laid on the ground for at least 3 to 4 hours. And it’s now Good Friday. So the thought injection I am given is: you are now being stood in the shape of a cross, at the anniversary of my son’s crucifixion. So that was a very odd moment, stood facing our Father like that. And then, once again, the towel was fluttered by the wind pulling on it, so I knew I had to remove it again, and I did, and once again, all I could see was the moor. But this time I knew that our Father had finished this process and wasn’t coming back.

(Between the above paragraph and the next one below 20 hours has passed in early July as I write. During that period I was kicked in the leg by a horse and told definitively via a written message from our Father NOT to take any medicines, ever. I erred and took some anti-histamine recently and some paracetamol yesterday, when there was no need. Those that He loves He corrects, sometimes using a horse!)

As soon as I had removed the towel and looked around and knew that the process was over, I noticed some sheep and lambs away to the west, back up the hill a bit toward the quarry, maybe 70 yards away, and I was given the thought that I had to follow them. I’ve never followed sheep before, and I had no idea why I was following these. But they were on the move, albeit in a haphazard way, but they were heading back toward the quarry and further to the east than I had previously been, so we ended up back on the white path, and then the other side of it.

I noticed immediately that there were two lambs that were lagging at the back of the flock, and these lambs were very clearly not just any old lambs, in fact they were definitely not normal natural lambs at all, but were of a supernatural nature. They were the purest white I had ever seen, and they literally glowed in the dark, and they didn’t look like real physical lambs at all, although they did look like lambs, they weren’t actually lambs, if you could imagine the perfect lamb, cute and gleaming white and a shining glow, that was how they appeared, very noticeably and obviously nothing like the rest of the flock. And they both kept a bit apart from the flock and they both kept glancing back at me. The thought in my head, which I have to assume was a thought injection, was that the two lambs were Yahshua and Moses.

So, I followed these two lambs, somewhat bewildered, wondering where I was being led, if anywhere, or what was the point of me following them. As they headed down toward the quarry the two lambs moved away from the rest of the flock and were darting in and out of the gorse bushes, so I lost sight of them a few times, but they were always waiting for me as I came round past a bush, and then they moved on again. I could now see the quarry down to the south as we dropped down the side of the moor, eventually I could see the boundary wall too, but we were maybe a mile or so further east than the point where I had been in the edge of the quarry. I noticed that the quarry was both huge and very deep, hundreds of feet below me.

The two lambs then darted down toward the old stone wall which served as the boundary of the quarry as best as I can remember, then they darted under a very large gorse tree. This tree was at least 30 feet across and 8 feet high at its highest, a lot of branches spreading out from the centre, with a clearing or gap right in the middle of the bush. The two lambs went into the centre of the bush, so I followed, but it was harder for me as I had to duck under a big branch that was around 3 feet off the ground, just too high to climb over. By the time I had reached the central clearing in the middle of this huge gorse bush, the lambs had already exited out the other side.

I was then given a thought injection:

‘This is the tree of life’

So, I readily admit I am sometimes stupid, and I am young in my faith, so you’ll just laugh when I tell you that my reaction to that thought injection was just to think ‘gosh, it’s the tree of life, how amazing’. Then I just stood there for a moment, with no idea of what I was supposed to do, if anything, so I decided to head back out, and was just about to duck under the low branch again when I had another thought injection, one that really took me by surprise:

‘Go and eat from the tree of life’

At that point I turned back into the clearing and picked off a yellow flower and ate it, and then another, and I think I ate maybe 7 or 8 in total. As I am eating I am thinking to myself ‘I am eating from the tree of life, I know what this means, I’m not going to die, I will be alive to see the return of the Lord Yahshua’. By this point in the night and in my life I had experienced some things that in honesty I would never have dreamed I would experience, that are gifted to so few humans ever to have walked the earth, but eating from the tree of life was very special indeed, as I wanted to be above ground and hear the shofars play when the Lord returns, and now I knew that I would be, so I was chuffed to bits. At this point in time on that night I was unaware of the following scripture, but I was shown it shortly thereafter:

7He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who overcomes, I will grant the right to eat from the tree of life in the Paradise of God.

Maybe I will write a post soon about what I have overcome since I found my faith and started seeking righteousness. In honesty it won’t seem like a lot to readers, but the fact is that at every point where I have had to make a decision, at each point I have chosen our Father, at the expense of family, friendships, money, turning away from sin, facing down Satan, every single test (and I do think these tests were not accidental) I have chosen Him over earthly things. And it hasn’t been easy at all, and even to this day, I know others mostly steer clear of me, and even those with some faith too, because I speak of our Father’s ways to them, and they dislike it. But that’s my role now.

Back to the moor, and after eating from the gorse tree of life, I am given the thought to follow the sheep again, but this time the shining lambs are not there, just a regular flock, and they are heading back towards my village, firstly along the moor and then somehow they enter into the quarry, so I follow them, I can’t remember needing to climb over a fence, so there must have been an opening up there. We are on a path though, so it’s easy walking, and down to my left (south) are the quarry workings, a huge deep massive swathe of a quarry cut out of the moor over the years. And then I did one of those double-take looks that you see cartoon characters do when they see something that surprises them.

I could see down in the quarry, in two separate workings ‘bays’ for want of a better word, from a distance of maybe 400-500 feet depth and 400-500 feet distance away, I could see two glowing huge structures. One was unmistakably the Ark of Noah, and the other was the Temple of Solomon, and I had thought injections to confirm these facts. So I kept walking along the path, but obviously kept looking down at these huge incredible structures, that like the lambs, just glowed in the dark, very bright. It was very impressive indeed to see them, and I think it is fair to say that the ‘treat’ I was promised earlier that day really was a treat indeed, albeit with some of it very painful for me to go through. Which reminds me, as I was walking I was conscious that my heart was really hurting, it felt bruised and sore.

So I followed the sheep west along the path at the top of the quarry, although the sheep were all over the place, up and down, but broadly heading west, back to my home. Then they gradually veered down the hill off the path more and more, into the quarry, but I was told to follow them still. Then out in the distance, maybe 200 yards away I could see a kind of cabin, and below that, right down in the bottom of the quarry, I could see some pools of water, and beyond that patches of glistening wetness, indicating water and slurry were out there. I was given the thought injection that our Father might be down there, so I parted company from the sheep up on top of the hill, and headed down into the bottom of the quarry. Initially the footing was fine, paths existed where vehicles had been driving, but once I had passed the little cabin, I was then down into the watery slurry area of the quarry, and the ground was much rougher, as I clambered towards the whiteish  pools of water.

Once I reached them I was given another thought injection that our Father wasn’t there, but that I needed to walk forward, rather than turn and go back up to the top of the hill, so that I could skirt around the top edge of the quarry. I did stop and think at that point, and had a look back up to the top of the hill, and pondered whether I should go back up, but I kept walking as instructed, only by the light of the moon, on dried clay workings, and sometimes they would crumble and fall away as I stepped on them, it was a tiring walk down towards the slurry area which stretched out as far out as I could make out in the darkness. At this point I was given another thought injection:

‘This is the Valley of Death, and you need to walk across it.’

So I walked on, knowing what lay ahead, but also knowing that I had just eaten from the tree of life.
I reached the end of the solid clay and could see just slurry ahead of me. I knew I wasn’t going to die, but I didn’t know what would happen next, but I stepped with my right foot onto the slurry and my right shoe sank, but I didn’t lift it up I kept going, and then my foot was pushed back onto the surface of the slurry as my left foot stepped forward, and I was then walking on top of slurry. Not quite walking on water, but without my own faith and support of our Father, I imagine I would have sunk without a trace under the slurry. But I didn’t, another test passed, and I kept walking until I eventually was back on firm ground again, and I would estimate I crossed a hundred yards or so of watery slurry. So, apart from the fact that my right shoe was now covered in slurry mud, I was pleased to have passed that test of faith, and had confirmation that something that would almost certainly have killed me previously didn’t kill me then. Next, I had to find my way up the steep slope the other side of the quarry, the south side, in order to head back home, so a 300-400 feet climb I reckon. I would guess it was probably 04.00 by this time, so I was feeling very tired by now.

The climb up the other side was arduous, it took at least 30 minutes, I had to use hands and feet to get up, there were some difficult portions, and the clay was constantly giving way under my feet too. The very last portion was the steepest, and for some reason I threw my towel up ahead of me, but ended up getting to the top some way to the left and unable to retrieve my towel, and I have no idea how my towel ended up being thrown ahead of me, or I can’t remember why, as I still had my rusksack. But, I was given a thought injection as I thought about clambering back down to retrieve it: ‘leave it in case it becomes an idol’. So I left it there, and crossed the chalky white path at the top of the quarry and approached the barbed wire fence again. I took it really steadily, and by this time I was confident I would clear it with no problem, having had two previous successes. But, as I made the step over my knee caught a barb, ripping my jeans and I thought it had caught my skin too, but I didn’t feel any pain.

I was then in a spot that I didn’t know at all, but I knew that straight ahead was the way home, so I headed into an area of dense small trees and bushes, and stumbled around in there for what seemed like ages, getting stuck all the time, not making much headway, having to double-back on myself as it was so thick. But eventually I found my way through, and then some open ground appeared and eventually the white path that led back through the woods to the gate by the derelict old grey house. My legs were really heavy and my whole body was aching, my heart was still sore, and I had to climb a really steep hill back up to the top before walking along back toward the village and my home. It was a tough climb, my muscles were screaming, and I stopped twice to rest, feeling literally exhausted, and it was probably now after 5.00am.

As I reached the top of that hill I heard a familiar sound coming from the depths of the quarry. I heard the shofars playing again, not so many this time I don’t think, but they blew hard and loud and I stopped to listen to them, thinking: ‘phew, what a night that was, thanks Father, and thanks for the shofars, a nice touch’. And I turned and walked to the path along the top of the hill and then down the hill and back into my house. Dawn was breaking by this point, and when I got inside the house I checked the clock and it was 05.45, so I had been gone for eight and a half hours in all.

I noticed that my shoes were white now, due to the clay-infused water. My jeans were ripped too and very dirty, but my jacket was in decent order, with just a few marks. And I looked really exhausted when I looked in the mirror, as you would do when you miss a night’s sleep, let alone experience what I had done. So I got undressed and went to bed, hoping to sleep til noon.

At that point I was unaware of the existence of the following song, I had never heard it before, until it appeared mysteriously in the playlist that our Father arranged for me a few weeks ago that I wrote about in this post. 

The song is by a band called The The, and it’s called This is The Day

 Well you didn’t wake up this morning
‘Cause you didn’t go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall
Is ticking the days off
You’ve been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you’ve changed
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy back those days[Chorus]
You pull back the curtains
And the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying
Across the clear blue sky
This is the day
Your life will surely change
This is the day
When things fall into place

19Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.

20Out of his nostrils a smoke goes, as of a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.

21His breath kindles coals. A flame goes forth from his mouth.

22There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

23The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can’t be moved.

24His heart is as firm as a stone, yes, firm as the lower millstone.

25When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid. They retreat before his thrashing.

26If one attacks him with the sword, it can’t prevail; nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.

27He counts iron as straw; and brass as rotten wood.

28The arrow can’t make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

29Clubs are counted as stubble. He laughs at the rushing of the javelin.

30His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

31He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

32He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.

33On earth there is not his equal, that is made without fear.

34He sees everything that is high. He is king over all the sons of pride.”

So, his undersides are like sharp pottery that leave a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. His breath kindles coals and flames come from his mouth. On earth nothing is his equal, with no fear. He sees everything that is high and he is king over all the sons of pride. If you think that Leviathan is still an evil sea-serpent, well, you ought to read the whole of Job 41, making sure to remove the name Leviathan that was inserted by the translators when it wasn’t there. But I will tell you now, that is the description of our Father in heaven.

Here are the videos:

I will finish by revealing something else that was shown to me at this time, although I do not have a note of the date I was shown this. I think it was soon after our Father entered my temple and before the meeting on the moor. I was given a mind’s eye vision of our Father sat on His throne in heaven, so I know what He looks like, and it isn’t an old human grandfather with a flowing white beard. It is what is described in Job 41, our Father is a sea-dweller and doesn’t look like a human, because He isn’t. But He has a body, and arms and legs and a tail and a head from which fire emanates, and He’s full of power and terror, whilst at the same time having a face that is somehow handsome and kind, even as fire comes from His nostrils and mouth. I have seen a couple of images online that come close (but not that close) to what He looks like, and I am no artist, so there’s no way I will attempt a drawing. I can imagine if we saw Him for real, the shock and terror would kill us, although I am very keen to see His glory now, given that I have eaten from the tree of life and so can’t die, and I think I could see Him now, having had the mind’s eye vision, and live to tell the tale. Maybe one day, I would love to see Him and have the chance to talk to Him, but as long as I see His face eventually I will be satisfied, but I really want to meet Him again before then, and to talk with Him. I guess one gets quickly hooked on proximity and mental connection to our Father, and the withdrawal symptoms are awful too.

Thanks for reading. I know it’s incredible stuff to read. I know that hardly anyone will believe it. My parents think I had a nervous breakdown and imagined the whole thing. A couple of brothers don’t believe any of it, even one who I took up to the moor to show him the torn up area and the trenches (actually, he isn’t a brother, as he isn’t baptised and is actually procrastinating in getting baptised because he has earthly fears, but no fear of my Father, who is slowly increasing the pressure on him, taking his dog suddenly recently). The one guy who did believe it, Andrew down in New Zealand has vanished, no word from him for 6 weeks or so, which is sad, I wonder if he fell off the narrow path, or did the enemy take him out somehow. A couple of friends do appear to believe what happened, one is Simone who was involved in the chat via whatsapp and the other is a female friend. I don’t think it matters too much whether you believe me or not at this point in time. What matters is what comes next for me and my mission and for you too, and I do have some revelations to share that it will be important for brothers and sisters to believe, especially relating to the mark of the beast (which I was given precise details about) and the identity of the anti-christ, who is on earth now and in power already. I also have been shown the exact date of our Lord Yahshua’s return, apparently our Father decided it was time to reveal it to His messenger. I will share all of this in due course, as well as some signs I (and others) were given to confirm the revelations, great stories to share about that.

As usual I will close by thanking our Father for gracing and blessing me with that night, and indeed the whole 40 days, and my whole life in fact. That night was very special indeed and has changed me forever, and it has given me a glimpse of His power and ability to know everything about us, and to take us and refine us, to make us better people, if we don’t fight Him, if we submit to Him, which isn’t the easiest thing to do for us proud humans. So I am grateful beyond words that He took the time to visit me that night in person and to shower me with gifts all night long, it was the best treat anyone could hope to have, beyond my wildest dreams. I pray for Him to give me strength now and through the years ahead, as well as clear guidance and instructions on carrying out my mission (because, frankly, I don’t know how to reach the whole world, from a blog with only 20-30 readers on a good day). But I trust Him, I know He is with me, I know I sometimes let Him down, but He knows I will persevere despite having bad days. And if it takes a kick from a horse to remind me of His power, so be it, He has healed the muscle so quickly today, one minute I am limping, and then suddenly I can walk normally, quite incredible, and I will ditch all of the medicine in the cupboard tomorrow, it is not needed. May my efforts, poor as they are, be a blessing to Him and to our Lord Yahshua, and may others seeking righteousness be shown where I am so that He may be blessed all the more by His bride making the correct preparations for the upcoming wedding. May He bless you all reading here too, with greater faith and a desire to attain the perfection of His son in your lives. I pray in our Lord’s name, amen.