2 Malachi

יְהוָֽה־ מַלְאַ֥ךְ

August 2020 (cakes of fine flour, and a chastisement)

Hello again.

I witnessed a small miracle on 4th August. I have witnessed quite a few now, but even so, when they happen, they’re great fun to experience. August 4th 2020 was a sabbath, and I was in the kitchen, and I was at the fridge, from memory I was retrieving the steak for the day’s offering. When I turned around, one of the lower cupboard doors was open. It is a cupboard that I don’t use regularly, there is nothing in the cupboard that I use daily, is is mostly baking stuff, a food mixer, bags of stuff I have bought (like chia seeds and gluten free flour) over the years, but which I never use. So, the cupboard door was open, and I hadn’t opened it. There were no cats in the kitchen, and they can’t open cupboard doors anyway. So, the cupboard door being opened was a miracle, it had been opened by supernatural means. Very cool to witness.

You may be wondering why a cupboard door would be miraculously opened? Well, as I turned and saw that the door was open, I immediately knew that it had been opened miraculously, and then I was immediately shown why it had been opened: because that’s where the bags of fine flour were stored, the bags I had not used at all since I moved into the house back in December 2019. I was shown that I needed to do a bit more when I made my sabbath day offering, and a quick search of scriptures showed me what that was (Numbers 28):

On the Sabbath day, present two unblemished year-old male lambs, accompanied by a grain offering of two-tenths of an ephah of fine flour mixed with oil, as well as a drink offering.

10This is the burnt offering for every Sabbath, in addition to the regular burnt offering and its drink offering.

So, I was already offering some burnt animal flesh (at the time I was using a ribeye beef steak, but I have recently switched to a lamb steak as lamb is what is commanded), but I was not offering a grain offering, as I didn’t really know how to. As it turns out, it’s really simple, you just take some flour and mix it with some olive oil, until it’s the right consistency (not too wet, not dry and falling apart), and that’s it. I decided to use seven table-spoon measures of flour, because seven is my Father’s (and my) favourite number, and it works out that four table spoons of olive oil produces the right consistency. I also add salt, and, a few months ago, as a surprise for my Father, I spent around £200 on a litre of frankincense oil, and I now add a decent number of drops of this to the mix too, as it has a great odour, which I know reaches my Father in heaven when it burns on the wood of the altar. I also started to include the drink offering on that day too, so I just use half a coffee mug of rose wine, and pour it alongside the altar after I have dropped the steak and the fine flour cake on to the burning wood. So, this was a teaching miracle, but also a little gift to me, as my Father could have simply just shown me the scriptures and taught me via The Word, but He decided to give me a little treat. Trust me, miracles, even small ones like this, are always a treat.

On 5th August 2020 I experienced another small miracle, a little sign. I had poured myself a small cup of kefir to drink. Kefir is fermented milk, and I have been using kefir grains for around five years now, as well as adding manuka honey to my tea for the same period. These two foods are to help with my stomach issues, but they also fulfill prophesy about me:

Again Yehovah spoke to Ahaz, saying, 11“Ask for a sign from Yehovah your God, whether from the depths of sheol or the heights of heaven.”

12But Ahaz replied, “I will not ask; I will not test Yehovah.”

13Then Isaiah said, “Hear now, O house of David! Is it not enough to try the patience of men? Will you try the patience of my God as well? 14Therefore Yehovah Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the young maiden will be with child and will give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.f 15By the time he knows enough to reject evil and choose good, he will be eating curds and honey. 16For before the boy knows enough to reject evil and choose good, the land of the two kings you dread will be laid waste.

So, I started eating these foods just before my Father came into my life and activated me (fermented milk separates into curds and whey, which I stir up together and drink, quite a sour taste, but suits my palate), and as I describe here, the name my mother chose for me (Gareth), is two Hebrew words, gar and Eth, and they mean The Word of God abides with me/him/us. Which is virtually the same as what Immanu-el means. Cool eh? So, I had poured the kefir into the cup, and I had not spilled a drop. It’s thick stuff, but it pours easily, and one just knows if one has spilled any. I put the jug of kefir back into the fridge, and when I turned around and went over to where the cup was, on the kitchen side opposite, I saw three drops of kefir. But they weren’t drops I had spilled, and they were perfect drops, and arranged in a way to give me a little sign:

One drop is slightly larger than the other two, and is slightly separated, whilst the two smaller drops are very close together. I knew immediately that the large drop represented our Father, and the two smaller drops are Yashua and me. I didn’t spill a drop on this day, let alone three drops. So, yet another nice little gesture from my Father, just to show me He was close to me, and wanted to make me smile. These gestures are always appreciated very much, as it’s a lonely job being His man for these times, so I like it when He shows me He’s with me, closely, with physical signs.

On 6th August 2020 I had another email from the personal trainer in America, and again it was sent to me, rather than bcc’d to his whole address book. On this occasion the message was from my Father, and although it was about health and fitness (on the surface), there was a very clear hidden message, that wasn’t really hidden at all, not to me anyway. To save time I have just copied and pasted the text, rather than taking screenshots:

You can’t build and improve yourself if you don’t accept the truth about yourself exactly as it is. And you can’t kill your weakness if you don’t first acknowledge and accept it as well. Otherwise, you’re bound and destined to repeat the same mistakes, over and over, until your time runs out.

When it comes to accepting the truth about yourself, one question that comes to mind is: How much control do you really have over yourself?

Do you control your power?

Or does something else?

For example, let’s say you’ve decided to build and improve yourself. And part of that process is physical training, good nutrition, and adequate sleep.

Instead of hitting the gym, you hit the snooze button.

Instead of eating a nutritious meal, you bust down a plate of nachos.

Instead of going to bed at a decent hour, you scrolled Instagram mindlessly, asking yourself, what the fuck am I doing this for?

Your will decided to train, to eat healthy, to rest.

But when it came time for action, your will cowered and hid. And something else hijacked your very being.

A demon.

A demon called Sloth. Fear. Gluttony. Mindlessness.

In that moment, your will broke, and another entity took the wheel.

This is what we refer to as a lack of control.

You want to workout. Sloth doesn’t. Sloth took control and won.

Here’s a little test you can do to see exactly how much control you have in these areas.

Take one week, and measure your control.

Hit every workout this week.

Eat one week of dialed in meals.

Keep a consistent bed time for the next 7 days.

See how much control you have over yourself. And on the other side of the coin, see how much you don’t.

This is not to be discouraging. This is simply learning and accepting the truth about yourself exactly as it is.

Once you know and accept this truth, now you can begin to build.

This takes work, and is not a pursuit for the physically and mentally lazy. But building yourself is work worth your while.

More control = more strength = the ability to harness your power and focus it exactly where you want.

“Man conquers the world by conquering himself.” -Zeno

Have a great night.

Mitch

I would call it a pep talk, but the specific advice that related to my lifestyle was the comments about getting to bed at a consistent time, as I was in the habit of staying up very late and then sleeping very late the next day, or waking early with the light and feeling crap for the day. I was able to resolve this though, and started going to bed much earlier (3-4 hours earlier), and getting 7-8 hours of sleep, and then getting up at 5-6am and still feeling refreshed. Once again, it’s interesting that I am writing about this message today, as I had another message just last night via the same person, another pep talk.

Also, on 6th August 2020 I discovered something on the decking in the back of my house that I was told was some of the hidden manna. It melted away after a couple of days, there was nothing inside it at all, and I ate some of it, but couldn’t taste anything noticeable. Some people think it is larvae of some kind, but it isn’t, it’s just translucent stuff. I don’t expect to convince anyone, and as usual I don’t care whether you believe me or not, but I was told it was some of the hidden manna, and this fulfilled another ‘overcomer’ prophesy from Revelation:

“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes I will give some of the hidden manna to eat. And I will give him a white stone, and on the stone a new name written which no one knows except him who receives it.” ’

So, I can tick that one off. I still haven’t had a white stone with a new name on it. Here is a video of the manna.

As I’m going through my notes I can see that this early part of August was full of things happening. On 8th August, for reasons I forget (possibly the heatwave) I was up at 4am and was star-gazing. I witnessed what I can only describe as a train of stars, 8-10, and they were moving across the sky from west to east. They were moving in a straight line, one star followed the one in front of it, and they were moving at a medium pace, by which I mean slower than a jet plane in the sky, but not crawling, definitely moving away from me to the east, and it took around 5 minutes before they were out of sight. I have no idea what they were, but they looked like stars, way up in sky, twinkling as stars do.

Also on the 8th August (which is 8/8 in the pagan calendar) there were a number of strange 8 signs. I was visiting my friend locally, and he told me he was a volunteer on some sort of health Samaritans phone service, so things like collecting prescriptions, taking elderly folk to the hospital. It was the first time he had mentioned this, but he said he had never had a call from it before, but on the 8/8 he had received 8 calls. I was vaguely aware that 888 is connected with Yahshua, so I mentioned this to my friend, but he was his usual dismissve self. As I drove back home, I noticed that the mileage on my tripometer (is that a word?) was 777 miles. (I frequently will glance up at the PC clock, or down at my phone’s screen, or the display in the car, at precisely the moment that a sequence of 7s is there. It happens so often that I know it’s another Word thing, and it makes me smile, that my Father sees the 7s, and just makes me glance at it, and there it is. It’s an inside joke, or something like that).

This next story is one that I have pondered whether to make public or not, and if I do, whether to hold any of it back. But you regular readers know me by now, so I decided to share the whole event. It’s a difficult event for me to think about in many respects, but I know why it happened, it was necessary, and I dealt with it in the right way. But it was and is quite terrifying, and at the same time, quite touching, even very touching.

I had just started to play badminton again after the spring lockdown. It had taken months to get back to it, as no venues were available, and the organiser of my club had just given up trying to arrange anything. So, in my frustration, I stepped in and found a venue and organised some games on an afternoon, and about 8 of us played for a few weeks. As I was organising it, the message I was hearing from my Father (via the usual thought injection from His Word) was ‘why are you wasting time on this, you should be spending your spare time on my business’. So, I knew I shouldn’t be organising it, as it was somewhat time-consuming. And I was also being given the clear message that I just shouldn’t be playing badminton any more. I hadn’t played golf for a couple of months anyway, as I mysteriously developed the ‘shanks’ back in June, and you just don’t want to play golf if you are shanking. I knew that the shanks were given to by my Father to stop me from playing. I was not bothered by that, which is odd, as I really loved my golf, especially spending a couple of hours on the course in the evening, appreciating the peace and quiet and the scenery and the sunsets. But no, I didn’t mind, and I suspect that’s because the shanks (which I have had twice before) are so destructive to any kind of decent golf game, that my desire was killed. So, well played by my Father there.

But I also loved my badminton, having played at a high club level for 30+ years, even up to the end of the season that finished in March 2020 I was playing in the top division, and beating county players, and was still very fit for my age. So I did miss it, and was glad to be back on court, but I knew that I shouldn’t be playing, let alone organising. So, I resolved in my mind to hand over the organising to someone else, and also to stop playing after two more weeks. But that was in my mind, I didn’t mention it to my Father at all, not in prayer or in any kind of chat with Him.

So, on 14th August I played badminton for a couple of hours, wearing my tassels all the while. It was a good session, I really enjoyed it. That night, I woke up in the middle of the night with very painful cramping of my right leg, initially in the lower part of the calf muscle. I’ve never suffered from cramps before, just once or twice first thing in the morning when I over-stretched a leg, and very briefly. But this was persistent and deep, and my initial reaction was that it was an attack by the enemy. The pain continued, and I cried out asking my Father for help. But the response I got shocked me, as I was made aware that it was in fact my Father that was inflicting the pain on me. There were no words (there never are) and the emotion I was getting from Him was anger, but also disappointment and sadness. So, I knew He was upset, I think upset is the best word to describe the emotions I was feeling from Him. The pain stopped for around 20 seconds, but then re-appeared with cramping at the top of the calf, which got really tight and incredibly painful. At this point I was very scared and started to cry, due to the pain, and the shock, and as I was scared. Then the pain stopped for another twenty seconds and then re-appeared in the muscles either side of the shin bone at the front of my right leg. That was so painful, and I was in tears and groaning in agony. Thankfully, at that point the pain stopped and also my Father’s emotions calmed back down again, so I was able to get back to sleep. I was however in a state of minor shock, as I was totally surprised that My Father would feel so strongly about my badminton that He would physically hurt me for it.

So, the next day I made up my mind to stop playing badminton, and planned to tell my Father in prayer that night that I was going to have one more game, to say goodbye to my club-mates, and also to tell them why I was packing in at a little buffet afterwards. But during the day, when I was drying after showering I recall, I was listening to the radio, and it was an 80s station, and they played a ‘bonus’ track that I get (instead of adverts) because I signed up to an account with them. The song they played was by John Lennon, and it’s called Jealous Guy:

 

Here are the lyrics:

I was dreamin’ of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I was feeling insecure
You might not love me anymore
I was shivering inside
I was shivering inside

Oh, I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy

I was trying to catch your eyes
Thought that you was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain

I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy, watch out
I’m just a jealous guy, look out, babe
I’m just a jealous guy

The lyrics don’t need any comment from me, other than to tell you that my Father played that song for me on that day, to explain what was going through His mind as I was off playing badminton. It hurt Him, He thought I was far less devoted to Him than I had been, I was devoting time to my own fun and pleasure, and not to Him. But He let me know that He didn’t mean to hurt me, He just lost control a little bit, due to being upset.

It was very strange to experience all of this, it’s all been strange of course, but to experience God’s emotions and attachment in this way was really very strange indeed. I thought about it all through the day. It was very personal, perhaps the most personal experience I have had to date of my Father’s emotions and character and His feelings towards me. And also, being frank, it impressed upon me the awesome and terrible power that He possesses. I mean, we all read about it in the scriptures, but it’s quite something to experience it physically yourself, at the same time as you are feeling how upset He is. So, I felt guilty and upset myself, but I was really touched that He had shared the song with me and His explanation for why He had reacted that way. So, after much pondering through the day, when I prayed that night, in my usual manner, which is just a modified version of the Lord’s prayer and then a chat with my Father, I spoke the following words to Him (as best as I can remember):

Father, I am sorry that I wasted time playing badminton. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I was intending to stop soon, but I hadn’t told you. Thank you for playing Jealous Guy for me today, I know you were upset because of my behaviour. I am probably not even supposed to say this, but I want you to know that I forgive you for inflicting pain on me. I will try to be clear about what I am doing with my time in future, so as to avoid any misunderstandings, as I don’t want to upset you again. Thank you for caring about me and showing me that I need to devote most of my time to your work from now on.

To forgive God may seem something a puny human shouldn’t even think about doing or saying. But I just went with my heart, and He had opened His heart to me, so I wanted Him to know that there were no hard feelings on my end, none at all. I completely understood His reasons for being upset, and He briefly punished me, much like when our human fathers give us a slap on the back on the legs. Just more painful, but with no lasting damage. The other useful things I gained from the experience were an increase in my fear of my Father and His power, which is always a good thing. Plus, I realised that He really needs me to be focussed on my role for Him now, it’s not some kind of game. And finally, through the song, I realised that He has very similar emotions to us, and that He really loves me. As I said, it was a very strange experience indeed, but my Father and I are very alike, we don’t bear grudges, we don’t mess around, we sometimes lose our temper, but we are very graceful afterwards, and we are both open in explaining why we react as we do, to people we care about. Then we forget about it and move on, actually building a stronger relationship. The other result of this experience was that my love for my Father grew. Not agape love either, but the kind of love one has for one’s Father. It made me realise that He is a very personal being for the first time, as opposed to an abstract God.  I cannot wait to meet Him again and to finally see His glory, and I have another strong desire, to hold His hand (but I have no idea if that is possible). I hope so though.

I started on the apocryphal books on 15th August 2020, and read a large part of the book of Enoch, and was shown (it was obvious really) that in Enoch’s visions of heaven, he sees three entities. One is referred to as the Head/Ancient of Days, which is my Father. Another is referred to as the Lord of Spirits, that’s Yahshua. The third is referred to as the elect one, and that’s me. So, if you haven’t read the apocryphal books, I suggest buying a copy and reading them urgently, as they contain a lot of useful information on the end times. They also contain some incredible stories of Moses, and of the battles that Jacob and his sons fought, as well as some heart-breaking stories of faithful Hebrew martyrs. I am currently reading Sirach, which has some great verses, but is quite long. But soon I will have finished all of the apocrypha, and strongly recommend you do the same, with urgency.

It was also on the 15th August that I became aware of the so-called ‘Abraham Accord’, brokered by Trump and Kushner, between Israel and the United Arab Emirates. I remember watching the video of the announcement knowing that I was watching the evil ones at work, and then Trump very casually gave the game away, to those with ears to hear and eyes to see. Here is a video which begins just as Trump introduces his ambassador (to Israel I assume), a snake called Friedman, and Trump asks him to explain why they chose the name ‘Abraham’ for the accord. Listen carefully, see if you spot the mis-direction:

 

I won’t bother to write out a transcript of what the jewish-American guy says, but he states a lie when he says that ‘Abraham is the father of the three great faiths’, and also he says ‘no person better symbolises the potential for unity among all these three great faiths than Abraham, and that’s why the accord has been given that name’. Hey, liars, fuck off with your lies. Abraham is not the father of my faith, that’s Almighty God Yehovah. And I am not any part of your covenant with God through Abraham, because my Father made that covenant null and void through a new covenant, written in the blood of His son and messiah Yahshua, a man that your fucking ancestors killed for no reason other than he called you out for what you are, evil sons of Satan. So, fuck off with your Abraham accord, and your unity, you may fool the dumb churchy christians, and of course the Pope and the Chief Rabbi and the top Imam will all lap up your unity and peace, but my Father sent His son NOT to bring peace, but a sword, and guess what? I will have a fucking big sword in my mouth within 12 years and you lot will all perish by it. Excuse my anger, these people, I fucking hate them and their lies, and their abrogation of the sacrifice my Father made, of His son, on the cross. They may think they’re smart and clever going with Abraham as a name, but it won’t fool the saints and the elect. We know there’s only way to the Father in heaven, and that’s through His son, and we know that the unity and peace that they seek comes with the (final) slaughter of the saints who stand for the truth and for God. A couple of verses on the covenants:

“The days are coming,” declares Yehovah, “when I will sow the house of Israel and the house of Judah with the seed of man and of beast. 28Just as I watched over them to uproot and tear down, to demolish, destroy, and bring disaster, so I will watch over them to build and to plant,” declares Yehovah.

29“In those days, it will no longer be said:

‘The fathers have eaten sour grapes,

and the teeth of the children are set on edge.’

30Instead, each will die for his own iniquity. If anyone eats the sour grapes, his own teeth will be set on edge.

31Behold, the days are coming, declares Yehovah,

when I will make a new covenant

with the house of Israel

and with the house of Judah.

32It will not be like the covenant

I made with their fathers

when I took them by the hand

to lead them out of the land of Egypt—

a covenant they broke,

though I was a husband to them,”

declares Yehovah.

33“But this is the covenant I will make with the house of Israel

after those days, declares Yehovah.

I will put My law in their minds

and inscribe it on their hearts.

And I will be their God,

and they will be My people.

34No longer will each man teach his neighbor or his brother,

saying, ‘Know Yehovah,’

because they will all know Me,

from the least of them to the greatest, declares Yehovah.

For I will forgive their iniquities

and will remember their sins no more.”

Also this (Hebrews 8:13), which comes directly after Paul quotes from Jeremiah 31 above:

By speaking of a new covenant, He has made the first one obsolete; and what is obsolete and aging will soon disappear.

And of course this:

Therefore Christ is the mediator of a new covenant, so that those who are called may receive the promised eternal inheritance, now that He has died to redeem them from the transgressions committed under the first covenant.

16In the case of a will,h it is necessary to establish the death of the one who made it, 17because a will does not take effect until the one who made it has died; it cannot be executed while he is still alive.

18That is why even the first covenant was not put into effect without blood. 19For when Moses had proclaimed every commandment of the law to all the people, he took the blood of calves and goats,i along with water, scarlet wool, and hyssop, and sprinkled the scroll and all the people, 20saying, “This is the blood of the covenant, which God has commanded you to keep.”

And finally, this:

26While they were eating, Yahshua took bread, spoke a blessing and broke it, and gave it to the disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is My body.”

27Then He took the cup, gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. 28This is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. 29I tell you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it anew with you in My Father’s kingdom.”

As you can see (and you should all know this already), but the old covenant was replaced by the new. Our connection to my Father in heaven is not through Abraham, but through Yahshua, he is the only way to the Father. And Trump knows that very well, and he doesnn’t give a shit, he will lie about these things and the stupid churchians in America will love it all. So stupid.

It is a sign that the enemy is making moves though, to unite the world under a global religion, which will be based upon the old scriptures, Noahide laws, but no acceptance of Yahshua. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised at all to see the judaists make a mealy-mouthed confession that Yahshua was indeed a prophet, and maybe reach the same view as the Muslims, and the weak-tea christians will go-along to get-along, as they take the mark of the beast. All that to come in the next decade, with the big moves coming from Spring 2029. Here is the transcript of Trump’s speech ahead of the actual signing of the accord in September.

That’s all for this post, but expect another one within a day or two, as the race to get up to date continues. Glory and praise to my Father in heaven for His creation of everything, and His great mercy to we humans. For his name’s sake, be righteous every day.

 

 

 

 

 

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