I just noticed that this 40 day series now has two part 6s, and three part 7s. It made me laugh, and I don’t think anyone will notice anyway. But perhaps it was our Father’s design, because it gives me an opportunity to mention something briefly that cropped up just a little while later in the 40 days, with some signs, but I will give you a peak into something now.
I noticed at some point during the 40 days (or was shown) that this looks like 777. No one would disagree I hope. That word appears…177 times in scripture. Do not think these things are accidents. I will share the 777 signs I had shortly, but 3 posts numbered 7 in this series, a blessing I think (certainly not mere human error).
On with the 40 days, and I am now covering the 11th April, Easter Saturday, and a lot happened during this day, so this will be an epic post. It was day two of my 3 day fast. I was drinking black coffee, water with salt, and the salt is infused with minerals actually, a brand called ‘Sunshine Salt’, lemon and ginger tea, and a couple of mouthfuls of wine, as I was shown that wine is good for the stomach at this time, just before Easter (1 Timothy 5:23). I wasn’t feeling especially hungry or unwell, but my stomach was gassy and uncomfortable, and I had only slept for 4 or 5 hours.
I just need to mention (checking my notes) that as I went to bed the night before a horrible spider ran into my bedroom as I opened the door, and it was really fast and just ugly looking, and I am sure it was a supernatural spider, as I was given a thought ‘you need to crush that beneath the heel of your foot’. I couldn’t see it though as it had run under the bed, so I went into the bathroom feeling scared, but when I came back to the bedroom I saw a cranefly on the floor of the bedroom just by the door, and crushed that with my heel, knowing that the spider wouldn’t be back. Crushing under heels, always good, I hope I never see that spider again though. (I just had a look at Genesis 3, it doesn’t mean crush the head of the serpent, it means crush the serpent’s chief man, i.e. the antichrist, at the end, it is an end times statement from our Father to Satan, way back then. I am just remembering my ankle sprain in mid-2015 now).
I was then given the most interesting and amazing revelations, just more evidence that pretty much my whole life is pre-planned too. Please bear with me as I give you the background, as this is most amazing. It was revealed to me on Saturday 11th April, when I had no internet connection at all, that the names of the two golfers after whom I have named my two cats both have significant meaning, faith-based meaning. Now at the time, with no PC, I could see there was something in there, but I couldn’t go online to check it, and in fact, it is only now I am writing this post that I am actually looking at the meanings in detail. So it’s one of those exciting posts to write for me.
I am a golfer, and my golfing hero has been Severiano Ballesteros, since I saw his wins at the Open and the Masters way back in my youth. He was a tremendous golfer, but it was his character that appealed to me too, full of typical Basque passion and flair, not afraid to show his emotions, always looked good is his favourite blue colours. He was afflicted with a brain tumour in his early 50s, and dealt with it so bravely, setting up a charity to help children with similar illnesses. The he died of the tumour, at age 54. Please have a look at some of the youtube videos of him from the period when he was ill, he was so humble, so thankful for the life he’d had, such an admirable man. I was blessed just once to see him play at a course not far from me, St Mellion in East Cornwall. He was past his prime by then, as he had back problems, but I admired his determination to keep going, from all manner of places on the golf course, he was never that straight off the tee. As he walked from the 9th green to the 10th tee, the crowd got to walk with him and I was only 20 feet from him. A big thrill for me. His performances in the Ryder Cup were something else too, I was lucky to have satellite TV to watch a famous win for Europe in America, when Seve and Nick Faldo were both in tears after Faldo won his match on the 18th. I was in tears too I confess.
I also became a fan of Seve’s Basque compatriot Jose Maria Olazabal, and I watched him play back in 2013 at Celtic Manor in South Wales, the venue where I had seen the Ryder Cup in 2010. I got to meet Olazabal that day and he signed my golf shoe, which I still wear when I play these days, the autograph has nearly worn away now though. Here are a few photos of Seve and Ollie (Ollie is Olazabal’s nickname by the way):
I assume many readers will recognise Seve, and the last two photos above are from my old digital camera, when I saw him play locally. Happy memories. Now here are a couple of photos of the best cats in the world, my two, brothers from the same litter, and named Seve and Ollie, after the golfers:
So, the names Severiano Ballesteros and Jose Maria Olazabal. I was given thought injections on the day and made some notes, but brief research as I write this post has revealed that the revelations were of the truth. We will start with Severiano Ballesteros (mostly he is known as Seve).
I will list what I found:
- Se (myself) ver (see) i (I) ano (year) That is Spanish, and it means ‘I myself see the year’.
- Seve transliterated into French as ‘C’est vie’ means ‘it’s life’.
- Ballesteros, in the native Basque, means ‘son of crossbowman’ ‘or ‘crossbowmen’ depending on which site you use, but it definitely relates to crossbosman either way.
Ball (ba’al = owner/master/husband, or simply Lord) es (is) teros (womb) in Spanish, meaning The owner/master/husband is in the womb.
Ok, so firstly ‘I myself see the year’ relates to the fact that it has been revealed to me the date and year of the Lord Yahshua’s return (but not the hour). I will share this when the new website is up and running, for now I will just share the year: 2032.
Seve (c’est vie) meaning ‘it’s life’, we should all grasp the meaning of that, but when you combine it with ‘the Lord is in the womb’, all I can say is ‘BOOM’. ‘It’s life, the Lord is in the womb’. I’m not making this up. As for the crossbowsman meaning, I laughed when I found that out. Because, a couple of years ago, my friend and brother locally (the one who saw the hidden moon) gave me a surprise gift, and here are some photos of me with the gift, plus a screenshot explaining the name:
I have no idea how to use it, I was shown when it was given to me, but I have forgotten. Nevertheless, isn’t it interesting that I have a crossbow given the Ballesteros connection?
Next, Jose Maria Olazabal. This one is more straightforward, with two meanings, both frankly brilliant. Honestly, although by this stage during my 40 days with our Father I have experienced things very few have ever experienced, as you know, I still can’t help being bewildered and amazed at how He arranges these connections and signs. Given He created it all of course, it is easy for Him, but for me, seeing it all, the planning is incredible, and I just shake my head sometimes, not in disbelief, just in pure wonder. So much of it, and most of it seems to be for no other reason than to give me a smile, gifts and blessings, to show me He has always been there with me.Ok, back to Josie Maria Olazabal:
Jose = Joseph (in Spanish)
Maria = Maria (in Spanish, but obviously a derivative of Mary)
Ola = (hello, in Spanish)
Za = no translation, but I am taking it as ‘the’. (Like one of those little Hebrew words in scripture that no one knows, you can give me this one I hope.)
Bal = ba’al (owner/master/husband) or simply ‘Lord’.
In Basque now: Ola = forge. Zabal = wide open/prepared to conduct business.
The first meaning is the obvious one: ‘Joseph and Mary, hello the Lord’. But the second works too, if you think about the childhood of our Lord with Joseph and Mary, and the work our Lord then did for the faithful and obedient servants of our Father, forging them into wide open servants prepared to do our Father’s business. Please don’t worry about the word ‘ba’al’, or confuse it with Baal. ‘ba’al’ appears many times in scriptures meaning Lord, and also can mean archer and hairy too I see:
‘archer, babbler, bird, captain, chief man, confederate, have to do, dreamer, From ba’al
; a master; hence, a husband, or (figuratively) owner (often used with another noun in modifications of this latter sense) — + archer, + babbler, + bird, captain, chief man, + confederate, + have to do, + dreamer, those to whom it is due, + furious, those that are given to it, great, + hairy, he that hath it, have, + horseman, husband, lord, man, + married, master, person, + sworn, they of.
see HEBREW ba’al’
Also in the morning of Saturday 11th April I was shown a couple of interesting things about the name David, as noted below:
David = Da-V-ID (means the Vav ID
). David = Da-Vi-D (You have Dad and Vav there).
I felt unwell during the morning, with a painful stomach, a cough, shoulder pain and a ‘bad head’ according to my notes, probably a headache. I was unable to make any of it stop.
Lots of strange things started happening. My cat Ollie was missing. There were two crows sat watching the house from the top of the church opposite my house. I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen to my cats that morning. I was unable to make flies leave the house. I have a note about a vision of my cat Seve through a window, and a door and a window were both open in the house, despite me having just closed them. I started to read Isaiah, but didn’t get very far at all. There were some strange connections in an old photo I found of a league-winning golf team I played in back in the year 2000 or thereabouts. For example, the captain of the team was called Ken Kingwell, and I was shown that ‘ken’ is scots for ‘know’, so his name means ‘knows the King well’. He’s a believer too.
I felt very cold suddenly and there was a scratching at the front door, but there was no one there when I opened it, but the crows were squawking very loudly then. My cat Seve was in the house, but was sat out on the stairs, and he would never do that normally, as he’d want to be with me. But not on this day, it was as if he knew something wasn’t right in the world. A spider’s web had appeared across the top of the porch, so I removed it. I had bad indigestion and mild acid reflux too, both of which surprised me as by this time I hadn’t eaten anything for around 36 hours. I did not feel well at all.
I had a bad feeling about Ollie so I went down the drive to see if he was there, but no sign of him, so I wandered a hundred yards up the lane, and a black cat was there, it stared at me, then ran off. A bit further up was a black dog, a big one, maybe a bull terrier, it was in the lane and it was extremely aggressive, barking and growling at me. Ordinarily I would have been scared of such a dog, but on this occasion I just told it to go away, I think I used an expletive, as I knew it was Satan trying to spook me, and I am not scared of him or his pets. (The dog, which is clearly horrible, belongs to the vicar of the evil church I live next to, it’s Church of England, and non-Baptist, so they are wolves and deceivers. I have yet to meet the pastor. He will hate me, I will tackle his heresies).
I walked up the lane, with no real intention of going anywhere, I just felt I had to go out of the house. I noticed the lane had a lot of horse dung and piss on it. A farmhouse I passed had a power-washer out in the front yard. I walked up to the graveyard and entered, it was around 13.00, it was a very warm and sunny day. I spent at least an hour, maybe more, wandering up and down the rows of graves and headstones. I noticed some names of those buried there, some meant something to me personally, others I was shown to be foretelling things in my future. The names of my grandparents were there, and close friends too, and people I had worked with too. The two noticeable names that were missing were my brother and my mother.
I heard horses in the field next to the graveyard, and I was told (thought injection as usual) to go into that field, climbing through the hedge. As I climbed through the hedge I noticed a branch of the hedge, and took it. It was shaped like a trident. I had heard on previous walks what I thought was a bull snorting, and I heard the same noise before I entered this field, but there was no bull. Instead there were six horses, and the largest was a huge black horse, that was the horse that had been snorting. I didn’t have any fear, but the black horse kept its distance, staying down at the bottom of the field. I was told that the six horses were six nations. I was able to identify these nations, and was told to try to bless all of the horses, and for them to prepare to receive the messages of our Father for the end times, and to repent.
The white horse was clearly female, had very long eyelashes, and I identified it as England/Britain. She was very friendly, in fact as time passed she became typical of British folk, who have whored after false gods. I was sat on the floor for a while, and this horse softly ticked the top of my head (which was clean shaven at this point). She then sniffed and breathed on my face and neck. Eventually she started to put her mouth into the crotch of my shorts, so I pushed her away, but she tried again several times, each time I pushed her away. Just a total whore of a horse/nation, and she was harassed by lots of flies around her head, which I knew were symbolic of Satan’s children distracting my nation. This horse happily accepted the blessing I gave it in our Father’s name.
The big chunky short-haired tan-coloured horse was America. It was solid and firm and was wonderfully warm and affectionate. It pushed its head under my arm, and I cuddled it. It was the nicest of the horses. I found out subsequently (weeks later) that she was called Lola and was 20 years old on 24th May. It was a very calm and steady horse, and it took the blessing too.
The next horse was dappled, brown and black mostly. This horse was not a nation as such, rather it represented Arab nations and Islam. So it was both aggressive and also afraid, and when I was sat on the grass, it nipped my scalp, not drawing blood. It pushed me with its nose when I attempted to stroke its forehead. It was a bit nervous of me too, shying away. Eventually it allowed me to touch its back and give it the blessing, but then it ran away. This horse was visited by its owners, a father and and a daughter I think. They nodded to me, I am sure they thought it was strange that I was sat in the middle of the field. They spent some time grooming the horse just outside the field. The daughter was dressed whoreishly, tight shorts and a skimpy top, despite being somewhat overweight. She was overly sensuous with the horse, I felt sorry for the horse, as she pushed its head into her chest, and put her sunglasses on its head. I was thinking about how the more righteous Muslim nations are losing the battle against the enemy, with the push for feminism and legalised sodomy gaining ground, liberalism and freedom to do what you want slowly but surely turning Muslims away from righeousness, and even into atheism. This young woman and the horse was symbolic of that.
The next horse was lighter brown and white mostly with a little black, and this horse was Brazil/South America, and it was comfortable with me touching it and didn’t appear at all scared, whilst it wasn’t friendly either, and it also accepted the blessing.
Eventually, the huge black horse did approach me. It was massive and powerful, but I wasn’t scared at all. This horse was Africa, and it didn’t want to approach me, but I kept telling it to, and not to be afraid, and eventually it did, but then quickly went off on its own again.
The final horse was a red horse, with a haircut that was a bit longer on the top half and very short on the lower half. This horse was China. It wouldn’t come near me, and every time I approached it, it trotted away. I tried repeatedly, but it wouldn’t let me get near it, so it did not receive the blessing, which saddened me, but Chicoms eh, what can you do?
A couple who came in to the field to collect the white horse berated me for being there, and I recall I said something about God wanting me to be there, which didn’t seem to assuage them, heh. I really didn’t care, although I knew I was trespassing.
I then left the field by climbing over the gate and re-entered the graveyard to finish off looking at the gravestones. I still hadn’t seen my mother’s name or my brother’s. I found a cross at the very top of the graveyard (it sits on this hill I am on of course), it was just a small wooden cross, and the grave was otherwise unmarked. Two locals have subsequently told me they don’t know whose cross it is. There were some unusual markings on the cross, I went back a week later and decided to photograph it, please see below:
The flowers weren’t there on Easter Saturday, I placed them there later (they are plastic). You will notice the marks on the cross. I am colour blind, but they look a dark red to me, like blood. So it was moving to see this cross on this day. The cross is still there, but the marks have washed off now.
I saw a man tending a grave and we spoke. He was a local and it would have been his mother’s 100th birthday on that day. We discussed faith in the village, his wife had been baptised but not him. I prayed for him and his mother and wife and the village, he bowed his head and said amen after I prayed, and we shook hands. He didn’t know whose grave the unmarked cross was marking.
I noticed a huge granite cross that had fallen, and was laying on its side on the ground. With some difficulty I lifted it upright and rested it against the plinth nearby. It must have weighed 60kg, but I can dead-lift 70-80kg, but it was awkward to get a good hold on it. But it stood up, I was pleased.
I finished off my viewing of every gravestone in the graveyard, and still no sign of my mother’s name or my brother’s. I realised I was feeling very light-headed and incredibly weak and hot too. I had been out in the hot sun for at least two hours, walking up and down, I was almost certainly dehydrated. As I walked down the final row of graves, I noticed a bottle under a bush, so I picked it up. It was cold and looked clean, so I opened it and drank. I am sure our Father placed that there for me, there is no way it could have been naturally cold at that time of the day on a very warm day. Great timing as always. Then I looked at the very last gravestone, which was flat into the ground, and the two names on it were ‘Patricia Kelly’. Patricia is my mother’s name, and Kelly is the name of my ex-sister-in-law, the mother of my two nieces. She divorced my brother and prevented him and my parents from seeing the children, so my mother hates her. I couldn’t believe these two names were together on the very last gravestone. My brother’s name was not there, but we are not at all close, so not a surprise.
Other names that prompted thoughts were ‘Downing’. Will I visit Downing Street to meet with the Prime Minister at some point? There was another with the name ‘William Winsor’, quite close to the name of Prince William. Will I meet him? There was another stone with the first name Sydney and middle name was ‘Australia’, perhaps a nickname. This was significant as I had had a skype call with an old online connection earlier that week, about what is happening in the world and what I can see coming, and he lives in Sydney, Australia. So I sent him an email to tell him this was a sign for him. I then came home, and had the opportunity to witness to both of my next door neighbours. Both of my cats were outside the house when I arrived, and both were very listless and were avoiding me, not their normal selves at all. Ollie was very scared of me in fact, but his eyes were normal.
It was this afternoon that I found certain items in a box of unpacked miscellany upstairs, and I will mention a couple. There was an autograph book from the time that I finished at junior school, when I was eleven years old. My nickname back then was ‘Morph’, because my surname is Morgan, and Morph was a plasticine TV character who was able to change shape. I will grab the book now and share a couple of comments that I’d forgotten, but brought back some memories. One was from my class teacher during that final year, and he wrote: ‘Empty vessels make the most noise’. That was a reference to me being a talkative child with a low attention span. Nevertheless I was one of only two boys to pass the 11-plus academic test with high enough grades to go to the top grammar school in the city (so, old teacher, what did you know). I searched scripture for ’empty vessel’ just now, and Jeremiah 51 popped up:
Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon has devoured me;
he has crushed me.
He has set me aside like an empty vessel;
he has swallowed me like a monster;
he filled his belly with my delicacies
May the violence done to me
and to my flesh
be upon Babylon,”
says the dweller of Zion.
That’s our Father talking there. He is pissed at today’s Babylon, Rome (the satanic church). Vengeance will be His now. Who will he use to get the vengeance He desires? Also in Jeremiah 51:
“You are My war club,
My weapon for battle.
With you I shatter nations;
with you I bring kingdoms to ruin.
21With you I shatter the horse and rider;
with you I shatter the chariot and driver.
With you I shatter man and woman;
with you I shatter the old man and the youth;
with you I shatter the young man and the maiden.
With you I shatter the shepherd and his flock;
with you I shatter the farmer and his oxen;
with you I shatter the governors and officials.
We will see in due course who the ‘you’ referred to above is.
The other comment that I had forgotten was right at the back of the autograph book, written by my mother on 21st July 1978. She wrote: ‘My heart is like a cabbage, nearly broke in two. The leaves I give to others, the heart I give to you’. A nice comment for a mother to make to her 11 year-old son, maybe a tad unusual, given she was married and has another son. The other memory that was jogged looking through the autograph book was that it was full of Tippex to blot out inane insulting comments that my younger brother had made a few weeks after I had left that school. Typical of him.
The other item I found that day was an illustrated children’s version of a KJV bible that had been given to my parents for me by my paternal grandmother and two uncles, I think at my childhood christening. I noted that the bookmark within the bible was at 2 Chronicles 11-13, even though I have never read from that bible at all, ever. Here are a few verses of 2 Chronicles 11-13 (and they’re all about Levites and the priests and battles and victory, and repentance and our Father’s grace, hurrah):
Moreover, the priests and Levites from all their districts throughout Israel stood with Rehoboam. 14
For the Levites left their pasturelands and their possessions and went to Judah and Jerusalem, because Jeroboam and his sons had rejected them as priests of the LORD. 15
And Jeroboam appointed his own priests for the high places and for the goat-demons and calf idols he had made. 16Those from every tribe of Israel who had set their hearts to seek the LORD their God followed the Levites to Jerusalem to sacrifice to the LORD, the God of their fathers
So they strengthened the kingdom of Judah and supported Rehoboam son of Solomon for three years, because they walked for three years in the way of David and Solomon.
Then Shemaiah the prophet came to Rehoboam and the leaders of Judah who had gathered at Jerusalem because of Shishak, and he said to them, “This is what the LORD says: ‘You have forsaken Me; therefore, I have forsaken you into the hand of Shishak.’”
So the leaders of Israel and the king humbled themselves and said, “The LORD is righteous.”
7When the LORD saw that they had humbled themselves, the word of the LORD came to Shemaiah, saying, “They have humbled themselves; I will not destroy them, but will soon grant them deliverance. My wrath will not be poured out on Jerusalem through Shishak. 8Nevertheless, they will become his servants, so that they may learn the difference between serving Me and serving the kings of other lands.”
But as for us, the LORD is our God. We have not forsaken Him; the priests who minister to the LORD are sons of Aaron, and the Levites attend to their duties. 11Every morning and every evening they present burnt offerings and fragrant incense to the LORD. They set out the rows of showbread on the ceremonially clean table, and every evening they light the lamps of the gold lampstand. We are carrying out the requirements of the LORD our God, while you have forsaken Him.
Now behold, God Himself is with us as our head, and His priests with their trumpets sound the battle call against you. O children of Israel, do not fight against the LORD, the God of your fathers, for you will not succeed.”
13Now Jeroboam had sent troops around to ambush from the rear, so that while he was in front of Judah, the ambush was behind them. 14When Judah turned and discovered that the battle was both before and behind them, they cried out to the LORD. Then the priests blew the trumpets, 15and the men of Judah raised the battle cry. And when they raised the cry, God routed Jeroboam and all Israel before Abijah and Judah.
To any reader who thinks that wars can be won, or anything of substance achieved, without Yehovah by your side, you are deluded (2Thes2 probably). All of your efforts to save the world, or your nation, or your city or even your family, are all futile without our Father at the heart of it. Ask Him, through our Lord Yahshua, for anything you need, and He will deliver it. Think proudly that you can go and do it yourself, especially if you’re not even obeying His laws and commands and statutes, and He will ignore you at best, and squash you at worst. But I notice so many that see evil currently prevailing looking for the answer in themselves, or in others, or in books, or on youtube, or at their lukewarm churches. Forget about it, unless your nation repents, you are accursed, and deservedly so, suck it up, the horrors will be terrible, and still you won’t repent.
Here are a few photos of this illustrated bible, which is really nice, lovely drawings in it. It also has some marks on the cover, which are meaningful, one very meaningful, as it was used to show me a sign at a later date, so I will cover that in due course:
You can see on the cover photo that there is white image to the right of our Lord Yahshua. It is where the image has been worn away, or a stain has taken off the image, I don’t know. But I do know that the white image looks like an image of a man, with his face pointing right. Here are some more photos of the bible, plus a very old photo of me that I have shared before, dressed for a school play, pointing to star signifying the arrival of the promised messiah:
I don’t know why that photo of me is in there, I guess my parents put it in there. It is not surprising though, given my role in these times, pointing toward the return of our Lord in the relatively near future.
I mentioned earlier that I was drinking water on these days that had salt added to it, and I was using mineral-infused salt, called Sunshine Salt. I added some to the water, not a lot so as to keep the salty taste to a minimum. I stirred the salt in the glass of water, and the salt (maybe because it was infused with minerals) partly dissolved and the remnant fell to the bottom of the glass in small black particles. I really wish I could have taken photos of what I saw at the bottom of the glass on this day, and the next two days. The first image I noticed was a bull and a bear sat opposite one another. It was totally clear too, and many other images appeared each time I mixed up some water and salt. Images of stars and animals and the sun and moon. Out of curiosity I just put a small amount of the same salt into a glass of water and stirred it, and the grains of sand did not turn into black dusty particles, nor did any image appear.
During the afternoon I noticed that my previous power to expel flies with a command or a click of the fingers had gone, they just ignored me, so I killed a few. Both of my cats were still very listless, and Ollie was nervous of me. I was stood in the porch and I sneezed twice, and two pigeons flew out of the same bush next to my garden, with one flying east and the other west. Whilst I was in the kitchen both of the temples of my head felt very cold, but the rest of my head felt normal, and I was given a thought injection ‘Yah’s temple is in the depths of the oceans’.
My notes now have a list of scripture and some very brief notes, so let’s see what they say. I can’t recall how or why these verses are noted down, as I wasn’t reading the bible, and I assume I was just shown these verses to teach me something. Mark 9:1 is first:
‘Then Jesus said to them, “Truly I tell you, there are some standing here who will not taste death before they see the kingdom of God arrive with power.”
I also wrote down Matthew 16:28 which covers the same topic, albeit with different language:
‘Truly I tell you, some who are standing here will not taste death before they see the Son of Man coming in His kingdom.”
At that time I just assumed the son of man referenced was our Lord Yahshua talking about himself. But he probably wasn’t, he was almost certainly talking about the man referenced in Revelation 19:11-16, the same man mentioned by our Lord’s angel in Revelation 3:21, the one who overcomes all things, and is invited to sit on our Lord’s throne. We don’t know who that man is currently. He will be the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Note that in Revelation, our Lord Yahshua is the Lamb of God, not the avenger, and the lamb opens the seal in Revelation 6, sending out our Father’s rider on the white horse, to overcome, and to conquer. Who will overcome ALL things? I think that man will have the most testing life of any man, mocked, rejected, abused, ignored, restoring all things nevertheless, then making war with the whole world. But he will (of course) succeed, because he has the greatest faith possible, and he has our Father and His armies and angels with Him.
There is a follow-up to that verse, but on another day. Our Lord Yahshua is saying here that some of his disciples would not die before they see the arrival of the kingdom of Yehovah God. Does that mean the arrival of the New Jerusalem after the Millennium reign? I think probably it does as this is when we are transformed to spirit beings and enter the New Jerusalem .
Next scripture is Luke 22:26:
‘But you shall not be like them (the Kings of the gentiles mentioned in verse 26). Instead, the greatest among you should be like the youngest, and the one who leads like the one who serves’.
Those of us given roles by our Father throughout the years since our Lord was on the earth will be genuinely humble men, and will seek to serve the faithful, serve Israel (the church, not the nation). They will have authority, but they will know it all flows from Yah. It also relates to the age-in-faith, as the truth is being given to babes now, the world over, it’s great to see.
Next up is Matthew 21:25, our Lord Yahshua putting the Pharisees to the test: ‘What was the source of John’s baptism? Was it from heaven or from men?” I am sure that the churches, especially the big organised national churches, will declare me a heretic, that’s a given. But I will be heard, and they will ask ‘by what authority do you dare to teach us wise and learned’. I am sure our Father will give me as smart an answer as our Lord gave to the Pharisees, but for now I would simply answer ‘by what authority do you ignore Sabbaths, new moon days and Yehovah God’s holy commanded feast days? And where are your tassels?’
Next up was John 7:3-4, and verse 16 too:
‘So Jesus’ brothers said to Him, “Leave here and go to Judea, so that Your disciples there may see the works You are doing. 4For no one who wants to be known publicly acts in secret. Since You are doing these things, show Yourself to the world.”
This one makes me smile a bit, as I shared a video of me performing a miracle of me silencing a tree full of crows from 100 yards or more, and even those of faith just thought it happened on its own accord. Terrible lack of belief. I am sure as time passes I will become mobile, in fact I was given a hint to this effect last night, and am sure I will perform many miracles, more than ejecting flies. I had a little glimpse of what is coming for me yesterday, but I will share that when I reach that day in my notepad. I also note that as I try to teach righteousness online, on Facebook or Youtube, and I mention my role as our Father’s messenger, people say ‘oh, if you were really the messenger you wouldn’t need to say you were’. Well, not so many believed in our Lord Yahshua so I shouldn’t be surprised, but he told them plainly who he was and what he was there to do.
Here is verse 16 (and 17-19 too):
“My teaching is not My own,” Jesus replied. “It comes from Him who sent Me. 17If anyone desires to do His will, he will know whether My teaching is from God or whether I speak on My own. 18He who speaks on his own authority seeks his own glory, but He who seeks the glory of the One who sent Him is a man of truth; in Him there is no falsehood. 19Has not Moses given you the law? Yet not one of you keeps it. Why are you trying to kill Me?”
I have already used this line online many times. My doctrine/teaching is not my own, it is from scripture and anything else our Father feeds me. As far as righteousness is concerned, it will solely be the Word, nothing else. And this is how those who seek righteousness will accept my teaching, because our Father will guide them to me. Others will kick at the teaching, because they love their sins, or have fear and lack of faith.
Then I have 1 Timothy 5:23 written down, which was new scripture for me (well, I have read it, but well over a year ago), but which was very handy, given the state of my stomach at this point in my roughly 80 hour fast (I was 42 hours in at this point, and my guts were tender and painful):
‘no longer be drinking water, but a little wine be using, because of thy stomach and of thine often infirmities’
So, I started having a couple of sips of wine in the morning and again in the evening, and it did appear to soothe my stomach. Give it a try, and ditch the medicine, medicine is not our Father’s way at all.
Next I have a note that I opened the front door, knowing that Ollie would be there, and he was. I let him in to eat, and he was still nervous of me, but had his own normal eyes. He then jumped up on my lap, but immediately jumped off as I went to stroke him, totally out of character for him. Then I have the note that both of my cats were in and had reptilian eyes, but not malignant. I still am not sure what was inside them then, but it was either angels, or possibly our Father Himself and the Lord paid a visit. All I can say is that the cats were ultra-affectionate, would not leave me alone, purring loudly, cuddling into me, nuzzling into my face and neck, but all with more energy than usual. It was nice, but strange, as I could see the eyes were different.
The next scripture was 1 Corinthians 11-15:
In the Lord, however, woman is not independent of man, nor is man independent of woman. 12
For just as woman came from man, so also man is born of woman. But everything comes from God. 13
Judge for yourselves: Is it proper for a woman to pray to God with her head uncovered? 14
Doesn’t nature itself teach you that if a man has long hair, it is a disgrace to him, 15
but that if a woman has long hair, it is her glory? For long hair is given to her as a covering. 16
If anyone is inclined to dispute this, we have no other practice, nor do the churches of God.
I used to be appalled at the whoreish clothing women wore to the first church I attended, and not a one of them covered their hair when they prayed. That church was full of dead-men walking, Church of England, so what should we expect. I left when they started to involve a woman in leading the service and doing a bit of preaching. I told the pastor why I was leaving, and that I wasn’t going to be baptised by him. I quoted scripture, and he mumbled something incoherent about ‘women prophesying’. And he said ‘it’s good optics to have a woman involved’. Well, that would depend on whose eyes were watching this crap wouldn’t it? Clearly they were ignoring scripture to appeal to feminist desires, Satan had taken them, so I was glad to leave. I want to add an aside here too, on the subject of face coverings for this virus nonsense. We are made in the image of our Father. Do you think He wants you to cover the glory of your face in fear, either fear of a little virus, or fear of those in authority? Do you think the apostles would have submitted in fear? Choose wisely, it’s time to choose, your faith will be constantly tested now.
The next scripture noted is 1 Timothy 1:8-12:
‘Now we know that the law is good, if one uses it legitimately. 9We realize that law is not enacted for the righteous, but for the lawless and rebellious, for the ungodly and sinful, for the unholy and profane, for killers of father or mother, for murderers, 10for the sexually immoral, for homosexuals, for slave tradersb and liars and perjurers, and for anyone else who is averse to sound teaching 11that agrees with the glorious gospel of the blessed God, with which I have been entrusted.
12I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who has strengthened me, that He considered me faithful and appointed me to service.’
Church pastors love to preach ‘we’re not under the law, but under grace’ constantly, which is nonsense. We were saved whilst in sin by the grace of our Father. But then He expects us to stop sinning, to have His laws written on our hearts, and to be faithful and obedient, after a period of sanctification. If we are righteous, we are automatically obeying His laws, we simply can’t do otherwise, He abides with us. So the law is to prevent the lawless, godless and rebellious sinners from carrying out their evil desires. It aims to prevent this by providing just punishments, such as losing your life if you murder someone, or losing your life if you commit adultery, or losing your life if you commit sodomy. These punishments act as a deterrent to the ungodly. Or rather they used to, as formerly God-fearing nations no longer view sodomy as a sin at all, no longer view adultery as a sin at all, and murderers can be out of jail in ten years these days. So, look around you, look at divorce rates, look at the state of marriage generally, look at the push of sodomy and the murder of babies in the womb. Are you happy in your heathen nation, with the filth running wild? How do you think Yehovah feels? He is totally pissed off, that’s how He feels, He has had enough. Go and read those words to your local Church of England pastor, watch his (or her!) face.
I echo Paul’s statement in verse 12, the strength of our Lord Yahshua, and the Comforter he sent us when he went to heaven are both real providers of strength to me, when I consider some of the likely trials I face in the decade ahead. I know it will be tough, but I am thankful that I won the pre-creation lottery, landing this role is an incredible honour and gift from our Father, and I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I am ready to serve.
The next scripture is 1 Timothy 3:12, a simple verse, on the surface, but it reveals something interesting:
‘A deacon must be the husband of but one wife, a good manager of his children and of his own household.’
It’s impossible to pass by the fact that Paul is adding to our Father’s law here, but we know Paul was chosen by our Father, so I am cool with that. The interesting point is that if Paul felt the need to mention that a deacon could only have but one wife, how many wives were the norm at the time? He wouldn’t have needed to mention it if one wife was the rule would he? We can be certain that multiple wives were common at this time, as they were all through history, and we know that this is part of our Father’s design and indeed His laws, and I will teach on that in due course. But for those who are reading now and can feel their outrage rising, calm down and read this scripture
, from the law of Yah, which commands (in some circumstances) multiple wives. There is never a word from our Father against multiple wives, it was very normal back in Israel and at the time of our Lord too. I will write more about this in due course.
Next was 1 Timothy 4:1-5:
‘Now the Spirit expressly states that in later times some will abandon the faith to follow deceitful spirits and the teachings of demons, 2
influenced by the hypocrisy of liars, whose consciences are seared with a hot iron. 3
They will prohibit marriage and require abstinence from certain foods that God has created to be received with thanksgiving by those who believe and know the truth. 4
For every creation of God is good, and nothing that is received with thanksgiving should be rejected, 5
because it is sanctified by the word of God and prayer’.
This is a prophesy from Paul, and one that we have seen come true in these ‘later times’. Marriage is already
prohibited because of age limits imposed by governments, and because polygamy is now outlawed. A woman was able to be married as soon as she hit puberty under our Father’s set-up. Men didn’t need to wait until they were eighteen either. Will we see marriage itself banned soon, for everyone, for spurious reasons? It wouldn’t surprise me at all.
As for requiring abstinence from certain foods, we are just starting to see the push from the ‘green’ lobby (the pale green horse in Revelation) to stop us from eating meat. Utter nonsense of course, but just Satan seeking to invert our Father’s laws as usual. I will point out that Paul’s statement in verses 4 and 5 clearly relate to the food mentioned in verse 3. How do we know that? Because in both statements he mentions ‘received with thanksgiving’, and we do not give thanks for unclean food, nor do we eat it. So, for pastors teaching this means we can eat anything, they are wrong and are deceiving you into sin. Leave that church now, and don’t think about veganism or vegetarianism. I will mention here quickly, that I think there’s good chance the enemy will go with a quasi-religious faith that includes these things, right at the end. The term ‘noahide’ is being bandied about. It is another, perhaps the final, deception. There are no noahide laws to obey, the law to obey was given to our brother Moses at Horeb.
I should mention quickly, I cannot even remember how I was called to read these scriptures, I didn’t note that down. But they are all pertinent to my role, and to these end times.
Next up was 1 Peter 2:11-12:
Beloved, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from the desires of the flesh, which war against your soul. 12Conduct yourselves with such honor among the Gentiles that, though they slander you as evildoers, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day He visits us.
We who truly abide with our Father inside us, living righteously, perhaps 50,000 – 100,000 currently in the whole world, we are foreigners in our nations, and one day soon we may all become exiles in the wilderness somewhere. So avoid fleshly desires, meaning fornication. Just don’t do it. If you have a need to, masturbate instead, it is not a sin at all, in fact our Father’s laws even cover this item:
‘When a man has an emission of semen, he must bathe his whole body with water, and he will be unclean until evening. 17
Any clothing or leather on which there is an emission of semen must be washed with water, and it will remain unclean until evening’.
Emissions of semen don’t happen on their own accord, apart from sometimes during teenage years, and the law refers to men, so it is covering the actions to take after masturbation for a man. I am sure many Churchians will still be fuming about this, as it says the man will still be unclean. So what? It doesn’t say ‘do not emit semen’. It says clean up afterwards and be unclean until the evening. A perfect law, allowing for our natural sexual desires, useful for unmarried men, to prevent them from sinning by fornicating or visiting whores, with the only caveat being not to have unnatural lusts as you masturbate. I should mention that women can masturbate too without sinning, but virgins must be very careful not to break their hymen, as that will provide evidence of virginity in the future, via blood on a cloth kept by your father. And so 1 Peter 2 verse 12 tells us to behave with honour amongst the heathens, who will slander us, but we will let them see our good deeds, and not us visiting whores, being whores, or fornicating.
That is all the scripture I wrote down, and my next note mentions that my cat Seve had come into the house, but was very nervous indeed, not like him. It was nearing 18.00, and I was starting to feel my afflictions, so a bad head and stomach and other pains appeared. I went for a walk, and had a surprise find just up the lane from house.
I found a wooden board nailed to a telegraph pole. It had a big red ’20’ painted on it. It was signed, the signature was ‘Banksy’, and there was a number 1 near the signature. I assumed I had just found a Banksy work. I wondered how no one else had spotted it all day? Was it meant for me? I assumed so, but I continued on my walk, and went back up to retrieve it afterwards. It was on public land. I realised that I had found this item on day 20 of my 40 days, which further convicted me that it was meant for me. Here are a couple of photos of the board:
I am not an art expert, and subsequent research online indicates this probably isn’t a Banksy piece, but there’s more to the story. I have submitted these photos to an official Banksy authentification website recently, but no decision has been given to me yet. Frankly, I am personally not bothered one way or the other if it is real, I was excited at the time, but as the months have passed, it was more significant that it appeared on day 20 of my 40 days.
I have some notes about some companies, retailers, that I was shown are used by our Father to help the poor, as they do produce and sell own-brand goods at much lower prices than the supermarkets. I won’t name them. I was moved to look at a tin of mackerel. The brand of the mackerel was/is ‘Ocean Rise’ which ties into the process by which the great flood happened, it wasn’t just from rain: ‘in the six hundredth year of Noah’s life, on the seventeenth day of the second month, all the fountains of the great deep burst forth, and the floodgates of the heavens were opened
. ‘. I read the wording on the tin, and noticed that the mackerel were caught in the North Atlantic, near Faro, using Pelagic pair trawls ( I just realised that 7 pairs of each animal went into the ark too). That caught my attention, as my surname Morgan, in Latin, is Pelagius, who was Saint, an ancestor of mine no doubt, who was stitched up and thrown out by Rome for disagreeing with their ‘perpetual sin’ lies. I will write about Saint Morgan in due course,
but he was spot on with his doctrine, using only scripture to prove his points (such as Adam-Eve did not bring sin into the world, we are not cursed with sinful natures because of Adam-Eve, we have free will).
I had a glass of salted water, and this time the image (this is funny) was a priest with a child on his back. Such a shame I couldn’t take photos of these images, they were so clear. Is the priest those church pastors, and I am the child on their backs with the Truth? That’s what I was led to believe.
I went on an evening walk, and witnessed to a few neighbours en route. I found an unopened package containing a VW air filter. Just lying at a crossroads on the grass verge. I brought it home with me. I also found a dead mouse in a dustbin, which I had opened to put some litter into. As dusk came on, my heart began to hurt, it felt sore, from the recent circumcision I assumed.
My final note for this day related to my tassels, I wear the commanded four of these, and in the house I wear them pinned to my t-shirts. They all have a longer blue thread hanging down from the white ones, which I think signifies our Father reaching down to us. I noticed that one blue thread was still ‘whole’. On another two tassels I noticed that the blue thread had split into two (cat’s claw no doubt), and I noticed on another tassel, the blue thread had split into three. My notes say that the ‘whole’ thread was ‘just our Father, alone’, and that the two with two threads was our Father and the Lord Yahshua. Alongside the thread with three split ends I have written ‘all 3’. I don’t know what I meant by that, or I didn’t, but within a day or two, I would do.
So that was Easter Saturday, 11th April 2020. A strange but interesting day, and not too difficult for me overall. Just as well, as the following day was awful, one of the most difficult of my whole life. But that’s for the next post.
As always, I will conclude with offering thanks to our Father for the signs and teaching He gave me on that day. It was a privilege to share the day with Him, the anniversary of the second day of His separation from His only-begotten son. It was wonderful for me to learn of the connection between the golfers’ names, two men I admired so much I had named my cats after them, and their names signalled the Lord’s arrival too. I marvel at how he arranges these things in my life, and these days I do give thanks for them, knowing it as all a gift that has enriched my enjoyment of life. How lucky am I? Thank you Father for it all.
I pray that He is blessed today by this post, and by others in the world living righteous faithful lives, and I pray that my readers are seeking that righteousness, or have already attained it. May my teaching help you a little. I pray in our Lord Yahshua’s name, amen. Now to the proof-reading!