Wednesday, 23 May 2018

'Cursed shall be the fruit of thy body'

Most people reading this post will be ignorant of the blessings from God to nations that are His, and who obey His laws. They'll also be ignorant of the curses that are handed down to those nations that turn away from Him. Nations turn away by ignoring God's laws, as God made a covenant with His people, and our part of the deal was pretty straightforward: Obey my Laws, commands and statutes; don't add to them nor subtract from them.

Here are the appropriate verses from Deuteronomy 28:

But it shall come to pass, if thou wilt not hearken unto the voice of the LORD thy God, to observe to do all his commandments and his statutes which I command thee this day; that all these curses shall come upon thee, and overtake thee:
16Cursed shalt thou be in the city, and cursed shalt thou be in the field.
17Cursed shall be thy basket and thy store.
18Cursed shall be the fruit of thy body, and the fruit of thy land, the increase of thy kine, and the flocks of thy sheep.
19Cursed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and cursed shalt thou be when thou goest out.
The list above is just the Executive Summary, as there's quite a long list of more specific outcomes of this curse that follow in Deuteronomy 28. I'm just going to highlight one item today, which ties in with the curse mentioned in the title of this post:

 Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long: and there shall be no might in thine hand.

So what you may be thinking, none of this applies to me and my family? Well, people of Dumnonia and the rest of the Fractured Kingdom in England, Wales & Scotland, it most definitely applies to you right now, and I'll now give you some examples.

Let's start with the very sad and terrible case of little Charlie Gard, a very sick male child who died last year after a protracted legal battle, with his parents seeking to take him overseas for treatment, and the state denying them the freedom to do this.

Charlie and his parents at Great Ormond Street Hospital
I confess to being distraught at the time, these poor parents were unable to take the action they desired in order to fight for the survival of their baby son. I prayed daily for Charlie and his parents for months. At that time I was ignorant of the Deuteronomy verses mentioned above, as I hadn't read them yet. Charlie died, but I was very relieved that he was baptised before he died, and I expect his parents were similarly relieved.

I realise now of course that Charlie's loss was as a result of God's curse on Britain. Men here are no longer responsible for life or death decisions concerning their children, the state will decide, and their decision will often result in the death of the child, after further treatment is denied.

Another very similar case arose earlier this year, with another male baby boy called Alfie Evans, who was not allowed to be removed from a state hospital by his parents, even though he was given Italian citizenship and offered treatment in Italy. Eventually the hospital turned off Alfie's life support, as ordered by UK courts, but the little boy continued to breathe unaided, and survived. Sadly, he then died a few days later, supposedly of natural causes. The details of how precisely he died are less relevant than the fact that his parents had no say in what happened to their little boy.

Alfie Evans with his father.

So, let's think of a word that describes the status of families, of parents, who have no say whatsoever in the fate of their children? It's an easy word to find: slaves. We're no longer free to live our lives as we wish, because we'e cursed by God for turning away from Him and disobeying His commands and laws, literally:

Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes shall look, and fail with longing for them all the day long: and there shall be no might in thine hand.

It's a bitter pill to swallow, the fact that you're now a slave in your own nation with no strength at all in your hands to even save the life of your baby son. How different from the times of Alfred The Great, who worked solely according to Jehovah's laws, and actually sat and adjudicated cases himself as our King, but always using God's laws as his benchmark. How wonderful the nation must have been back then, when compared to the horrors we see today, as parents are robbed of their children and their eyes look for them all day long, but they have no strength to take any action. Truly a bitter pill, but it's exactly what we deserve, as we have turned our backs on God, and God keeps His word, even if we don't keep our side of the bargain.

Consider also the millions of fathers here in the Fractured Kingdom (formerly known as the United Kingdom) who have been robbed of access to their children through state-supported divorces and the actions of their wives. And we could mention here the millions of abortions, where fathers are denied a son or a daughter by the prospective mother, always supported by the state and its medical facilities.

I'll come back to this theme many times in the years ahead, as the horrors we are due to suffer are largely related to the curses we have brought upon our nation by turning our backs on God's grace, love and commands. And to think, the bible contains the 10 commandments and only another 613 laws, and that's it.

Compare that to the thousands upon thousands of pointless and unjust laws we now have to obey, many of which are not even drawn up within these lands, but come from some parliament far away in Europe. Can you see, people of Dumnonia, how much better your lives would be if you return to the blessings of loving and obeying your God.  Rest assured, He's still with us, watching our lives and casting His judgement, and implementing His curses. I don't expect us to pass through the period of curses quickly, and in fact if we don't turn back to God's ways, we'll be forever cursed.

But if some of us do turn back, just a handful even, in places such as Wales and Dumnonia, God will see this happening, and will look to protect and bless us, even as His righteous judgement is delivered on the whole nation. Out of the embers of a failed God-fearing nation can rise the first-fruits of new growth in faith and obedience, and the blessings that will accompany that growth.

So, don't be surprised or angry at the treatment of families in England and Wales, it's to be expected. Just as we aren't surprised at how a tiny little nation in North West Europe came to have a mighty Empire that spread over the entire planet. And the Empire spread the word of God, and kept His laws, and so it was blessed. But our Empire has fallen, and now we are all slaves, and so we'll remain, until we turn back.

I pray, Jehovah, fill the hearts of my neighbours with faith in your glory, your love, your truth and your righteous laws and commands. Allow many nearby to see the peril we face due to turning away from you, and allow them to see that turning back, to kneel before your power and glory in humble obedience is our only path back to lives that are truly blessed. Amen.

Brentor Church, Dartmoor, Devon.



Thursday, 10 May 2018

It is I, be not afraid

Whitsand Bay is a beautiful long sweeping bay in East Cornwall, just around the Rame Head peninsula from Plymouth. It features some lovely sandy beaches, clean azure waters, and some high and steep cliffs. The cliffs are populated with a scattering of wooden chalets, most of which were built by local folk after the war. My paternal grandmother and her second husband constructed one such chalet at some point in the 50s or 60s, and I spent many happy hours over there, more or less from the time I was born and through my childhood, and I return to this place as often as I can, especially on warm sunny days. The family chalet was called Idleour.

The view of Fisherman's beach, Whitsand Bay. The chalet overlooked this beach from on high.




I had a few hours this past Monday at the beach in the photograph above, a rare early May bank holiday that was warm and sunny, although the seawater was very cold. I still had a couple of brief swims, we Dumnonian men are brave like that.

The path down to the cliff starts approximately 250 feet up on the main road, and there are two options for the first 100 feet of the walk down. I have always started at what we called 'the monument path'. It's a little steeper, but also shorter. Over the years I'd glanced at the monument many times, and had read the dedication on it a few times, but never really gave it that much thought in my adult years, until this latest visit, my first as a Christian, aware of Dumnonia's past and the nation's present perilous state, and what may lie ahead.

The monument is very old, it's been there for nearly 140 years, so it's nicely covered in moss these days. It stands around 20 feet high, so it's quite imposing as you start your walk down the path. It's dedicated to the memory of a father (aged 44) and his two young sons (aged 13 and 11) who all drowned in the seas below in 1878. A long time ago, and the dedication on the monument is shown below:


The dedication reveals nothing of the man and children who died, except their names and ages and the date they all perished. In those days, English people perhaps did not think to glorify themselves at all, so instead we see some rather appropriate scriptural words:

'Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God'

and

'It is I, be not afraid'.

The second quote is from Jesus' own mouth, as walked on water towards His disciples, who were somewhat shocked by the miracle.

Sadly, the three males who perished on that day could not walk on water, but we can safely assume they were a family of strong faith, and therefore their memorial honours God and His son more so than the family itself. One doesn't like to think of the terrible experience of death by drowning, especially when a father is trying in vain to save his young sons, but the monument makes it clear that the bereaved family were confident of the fact that their men were now in the presence of their God in heaven, and that must have been a huge comfort to them. More importantly, the deceased themselves gained eternal life with our Father, even as they lost their mortal lives. I imagine that would have made their final moments less terrifying.

The reasons for writing this post arose when I had climbed back up the cliff in the evening, and I reached the monument itself at the top at around 7.45, as the sun was setting. There was no one around, as I had been the last to leave the beach, and it was still balmy and warm. I stopped to take a photograph of the sunset using the camera on my phone, but as I took it I heard birdsong from just above my head and (as a bird-lover) decided to record it on video. But I realised I'd already pressed the video button by mistake (?), so I just turned the camera upwards to the top of the monument. I'll allow the video I took to show you the following moments, rather than attempt to describe it with words:


I felt very blessed to be there, in such a beautiful place, gazing upon a cross and a memorial to a Christian family from better times, and to hear a beautiful song from a robin. I finally took the time to read the dedication on the memorial, and for the first time in my life I grasped that God meant so much to the bereaved family, and their faith moved them to have a fine memorial placed here that still sends out that message after 140 years of England's falling away from God.

Ideally perhaps, that would be the end of the post, with a rallying call for the families of Dumnonia and England and Wales to return to faith in our God. But as I returned to my car, which was parked up on the main road along the cliff top, there was a little twist.

The grass verges off the main road are all used by visitors to the cliff for parking and that's been the case for over 50 years. The chalet owners at the top of the cliff attempt to reserve spots for their own cars, but it's a public road, and it does get very busy on hot weekend days. So I had arrived late and found a spot which was above a run-down chalet. I parked tight to one end, leaving plenty of space behind for another vehicle. When I returned to my car, an old banger was parked tight to the back of my car, making my exit forward very tricky, if not impossible. So I knocked on the door of the chalet to see if it was the owner's car and to politely ask him to back up a couple of feet so I could exit without risk of bumping my car. Cutting a long story short, the owner was around 40 years old, a similar age to the poor drowned man memorialised just 40 yards away. He was very angry that I had parked outside his home (although it's a public road and verge) and refused to move his car, frequently using foul language, and ending with the demand that I 'go away', although of course you can imagine his precise words were more earthy. 

After some time and effort, fortunately I was able to just edge my car out of the space and headed back home. Initially I was sad and upset that a moment of peace and serenity by the monument pondering the magnificence of God's creation and the beauty of man's faith in their God had been spoiled by the interaction with a local man who clearly had no inkling of the Lord's command to love your neighbour as you do yourself.

But I realised quite quickly that despite the chalet owner's vitriol and verbal abuse, he was my neighbour, and so I resolved to leave a Gideon bible testament with a personal message inside when I next visit this place. Maybe God knows that Dumnonia and England and Wales can and will turn back to His ways in due course, and the anger and lack of neighbourly love will pass, but only through the nation turning back to Jehovah's ways. If we don't turn back, then we will be forever cursed. I pray this neighbour of mine sees the light and is saved in due course, and that all of Dumnonia's people also come to see the light.

I also pondered if the family who perished that day were aware of someone considering their fates here on earth today, 140 years later? They are all saints now I would imagine, so I reckon they keep an eye on this place, for obvious reasons. No doubt they have seen me over the years as I visited, and they may have been saddened at my lack of faith back then, but on this day I pray they will have been encouraged that even a man like me, ignorant and proud for 49 years, but then two years ago, without even looking for it, saved by a merciful and loving God, and that the opportunity to share this experience here on this fledgling blog will be seen by others, and so the rebuilding begins, the seeds are scattered.  

I pray this family monument survives for many more hundreds of years, but that it will be accompanied by a surging renewal of Christian faith and the desire to follow God's laws and commands as the years and decades ahead unfold. Places like Whitsand Bay are jewels of God's creation, and they deserve to be filled with God-fearing families. Amen.

Whitsand Bay, a westerly view down into Cornwall.

 

Friday, 4 May 2018

Hear The Trumpet

You may not have heard of Dumnonia before. It was the name for Devon, Cornwall and Somerset way back in the 4th to 8th century AD. It was commonly known as West Wales, and those that lived here had very close ties with their Welsh brethren.

It was one of the last Celtic strongholds in England, finally falling to the Anglo-Saxons in the 9th century AD.

This blog is written primarily for the indigenous people of this part of England, and also for the indigenous people of Wales itself, land of my fathers. But any indigenous peoples of the United Kingdom are welcome to read and comment at this blog.



The 'Watchman' referred to in the blog's title is me. I'm an ordinary indigenous man of Welsh and Dumnonian heritage, with DNA tests showing a very high concentration of indigenous DNA that appears to stretch back to those that have inhabited these islands for many thousands of years, probably back to the great migrations that took place after the end of the last ice-age. 

Why do I ask those reading this blog to hear the trumpet? A section of the bible, Ezekiel 33 will explain why I feel called to sound the trumpet for my fellow Dunmonians now:

 Again the word of the LORD came unto me, saying, 2Son of man, speak to the children of thy people, and say unto them, When I bring the sword upon a land, if the people of the land take a man of their coasts, and set him for their watchman: 3If when he seeth the sword come upon the land, he blow the trumpet, and warn the people; 4Then whosoever heareth the sound of the trumpet, and taketh not warning; if the sword come, and take him away, his blood shall be upon his own head. 5He heard the sound of the trumpet, and took not warning; his blood shall be upon him. But he that taketh warning shall deliver his soul. 6But if the watchman see the sword come, and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned; if the sword come, and take any person from among them, he is taken away in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at the watchman's hand.

I have been expecting serious trouble for our nation for many years, initially focussed on the financial side of things. In the past two years, the arrival of God into my life, together with bible studies and discussions, has shown me more precisely why trouble lies ahead, what will cause the troubles, and perhaps how some of my neighbours can avoid the troubles, or at least rebuild a new nation here after the collapse of the United Kingdom and England itself. 

So, for now, please be warned that life as you know it is already coming to an end. If you have any sense of awareness of what has been happening in the nation over the past 30 years or so, gathering pace with every passing year, you will perhaps already have a vague sense of foreboding for the future.

Do not worry, the troubles of this life are fleeting and minor. Whilst Dumnonia, like the rest of England, has long since turned its back on Jehovah (the name of the Christian God) and His son Jesus, those of you that feel the nagging worry will have the opportunity to turn back to God's ways and His laws in the years ahead. Right now you may think that's highly improbable, but rest assured there are indigenous men here who know that God will save us, if we show Him our faithful obedience, and He will raise up a mighty nation out of the embers of what was England and Great Britain.

How will He do that? Simple. As Alfred the Great knew, if one's nation sticks to God's laws and commands as contained in the bible, God will bless your nation and make it mighty. It will grow and will not want for anything.

But the opposite is currently true, as we have turned away from God and His laws, we are now suffering His curse. Everything that befalls us in the next few decades or more will be God's curse for our evils, and we richly deserve everything that comes along: the poverty, the starvation, the diseases, the blood-letting, and more besides.

But have heart people of Dunmonia, have faith that some of you will see the light eventually, and turn back to God and His love and protection, and He will again bless your lands.


I will aim to write at least two blog posts each week, and will expound on the points mentioned in this first post. I will also highlight some of the evils that afflict us and will also look at what may lie ahead for this region, and the wider nation.

May God be with you and bless you, people of Dumnonia.