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.

In Basque now:  Ola = forge. Zabal = wide open/prepared to conduct business.

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:

“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.

22With 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.

23With 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.

 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.

12Now 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.

 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, 2influenced by the hypocrisy of liars, whose consciences are seared with a hot iron. 3They 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. 4For every creation of God is good, and nothing that is received with thanksgiving should be rejected, 5because 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. 17Any 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!