|
Post by martin on Mar 28, 2012 8:30:11 GMT -5
|
|
|
Post by martin on Mar 28, 2012 8:28:50 GMT -5
"Enemy of the Jews" - Well folks... I regret to inform that my absence from the CSWI Facebook page is due to the CSWI 'admin' from censoring myself a 'Jew' from the FB board. In other words... As a 'Jew' I am rejected and filtered out of the FB site... God has informed me that He will avenge.
|
|
|
Post by martin on Feb 6, 2012 11:56:48 GMT -5
A brief overview of my life... Well lets be honest here, it's a life God has made, of which mysteriously has it's own path already destined.
Ever since my birth in Berlin, Germany, we as a family had a transient upbringing. Born into a family of military service-personnel. My mother had opted out of the military after having me. My dad continued to serve.
By my third year, our family accommodated a new arrival, my sister. And by this time we where residing in the UK. Although very young I only really remember at the age of about six we where living in the USA for a short -term of which I witnessed the space shuttle explode whilst I myself was on a space ride, I think at the Epcot centre, or Disney World. - The reason why I was in the USA was because of my dads posting at a special forces base in the middle of the jungle in a country called Belize. We as a family explored Mexico as well during our visit and ended up burying each other in sand on the beach.
By the time I am about nine years old, where all back in Germany, Berlin, also in the same block of flats. I enjoyed the October fest, the restaurants, the PX, BX (commissary), Naafi, etc. - Strangely I would consider even from the age of six why my dad would have to check under his vehicle before he started it. - Even the same in Berlin. But in Berlin my dad would be even more thorough and have great fear. And wish he didn't have to even get in the car.
Interestingly, whilst still in Berlin my mum saw on TV whilst my dad was at work, a family that had been blown up in the UK to cover our family. - From that moment my mum broke-down. And that was not the only thing braking down. So was the Berlin wall of which I also witnessed at a young naive age.
One day after school at an international school in Berlin, mum came to pick us up after school. Instead of going home to the flat. We where transferred on an emergency flight back to the UK?? Dad had to spend a few weeks packing up all our stuff in Germany.
Once back in the UK we stayed with my mums sister. - Eventually after a few weeks, we came back to the house that my dad had bought in 1986 but rented to others whilst we toured different military bases. - Once back 'home' and unpacked. My mum was really cracking-up. Sadly she was seriously going a bit delusional.
It wasn't long before she was sectioned. Thankfully for only a couple of weeks. It was a bit daunting as a young kid walking around the mental ward. I didn't understand it's purpose then. However she did seem as though she was changed when she came out again. Once out, even though I felt like I had lost my mum somewhere. I still had hope she would improve. Until...
One day after school mum wasn't there to pick us up from school. She was always there to pick us up, but not this time. Anyway, I waited with my mums friend, who happened to be our neighbour. After God knows how many hours, there was a knock at the door of our neighbour's house, of which we where waiting for dad or mum to come home. The person who knocked at the door happened to be another one of my mums sisters. Erm... Something was not right.
The news was broken to us when almost the whole family has sitting in our lounge. The news was broken to us that mum was somewhere else now. And she was not coming home ever again. At least in this world. - Although the news had been broken to us. It really didn't sink in. And I didn't really show much emotion. We just on with life as normal. Mum died on friday, and we where back to school on the monday.
At the age of about 11, we moved to Queens flight, and after this we moved to Scotland, to a base that supposedly didn't exist to the point where even the runway had a golf course over it. - Again another special forces base stuck in a highly remote area. - Which had the space shuttle land on the back of a 747, not only this but we had Sky news journalist try and climb over the fences because of this top secret project Aurora plane that mysteriously kept breaking peoples windows in Scotland as it broke the sound barrier. Scotland was great for me. And my God I had such a strong Scottish accent by the time I left to move onto another base.
This other base was High Wycombe, Strike command. At the age of about 14, I was living on top of a bunker which was home to the UK's RAF headquarters, and other NATO countries had also made it there HQ also. This base had liquid oxygen and all sorts of things to keep us kids bewildered and confused.
At the age of 15 we had finally moved back to the home my dad bought in 1986, the place where my mum had died. Once again I had to start a new school right at the end of my academic compulsary schooling. - Finally I left school after being there less than a year. - No qualifications either. Considering I was in top classes in Scotland.
To put this into context, I think I had been to about 13-14 different schools upto the age of 16. Whilst living on bases dad would teach us and show us all sorts of things in a low profile, modest way such as car bombs, guns, etc, even able to play with the Bazooka or RPG thing in the office whilst dad was sorting out the paper work.
Now when I was about 16 I decided to go back to school or sixth form as some would call it. And I managed to come out out with a qualification as well. - And this is where I started playing around with recreational substances.
My social life suddenly crept up to overdrive. I was partying almost all the time. I got caught up in the rave culture and became popular as some iconic kingpin in the underworld of substances. I was in pubs a lot of the time, night clubs too, getting off my face. And have what the world would call a 'good time' but the truth is, it wasn't.
At 17 I was in Oxford College and could only manage 1 year. As I wanted to earn money and have a wild time! - I had worked during my studies, and was never sober. I was always intoxicated with something. I would get absolutely wrecked on a weekend as this was a routine thing for half the population and it was a break from the norm. We would all go to friends home or garage. Do what we do, then go to some pubs, then maybe a night club or two. Oxford usually. Don't forget there was a wild buzz of students also that would intensify the overdrive of having a good night. - I was looked upto as a wild party animal. - Even beyond the weekend. We where partying almost every night. It was a time of our life. We where the envy of the party/rave world. We where hardcore. After the pubs/clubs about 100 people would come back to our home as dad was doing night shifts and it was a mecca for a 'trippy' time. We pretty much started off as light hippies, before we got picked up by the happy hardcore warehouse rave scene.
For two-three solid years it was like this until I was 18-19 - This time I had left Oxford college. And started working full-time. I was living a double life. I went to work. And after that it party/pub/rave. I pushed it way too far when I was 18 - 'I had taken one too many' I was spaced out in my mind for three months. I was a space cadet. Even during my work I was still heavily intoxicated from the night before. - But saying this, I did manage to hold down a few part-time jobs such as working in a large electronics supermarket. Industrial refrigeration engineering whilst at college between 16-18. - ...By the time I was 18 my dad couldn't cope with me any more. So I had to leave home. During which time dad had found his new wife to be. Sadly even his wedding I was mildly intoxicated. However I don't think many noticed.
At 18 I was in high flying jobs. I worked for a racing car team owned by a F1 team called, Williams Renault. Now it is Williams BMW. I worked in the design office of the touring car devision. BTCC. After this I worked for a Satellite Comms company and won a contract worth £187,000,000.00. Our customer was NATO. And it was a new digital satellite service for tanks to warships. - And yes we had men in black checking us, we had the BBC helping us, we had permission to hack and BskyB's encryption. We where right in the thick it of it there.
After this throughout the age of 19-21 I had been a manager for a a convenience store. I also became an Executive for a publishing company owned by a dutch bank that was also a middle agent for all those library journals you find from the white house to the worlds biggest libraries to government establishments.
I had been through about 60+ jobs, from presidential hotels to warehouse work and moved a few times within the Oxford area. We have science parks and everything. I even God forbid, but also controversially worked in an animal testing facility for cancer understanding. My job was to do the post-mortems. Because we had europe's biggest industrial zone and there was so many jobs available. If I didn't like my job, or some people. I would leave my job and get another within one hour. But ultimately, it would be the double life of enjoying substances too much that would be my downfall of not being able to be at work on time or in a mashed state, or other reasons such as not always liking the people I would work with. Or the boss being a real pain. Or simply me being me. Remember I didn't know God at this time. But I was beginning to get a bit fed up of the way my life was...
At the age of about 22 - I made the the decision to leave finally leave the Oxford area and my so called friends which some had died through overdoing it, and some had the sense to get out of the cult we where caught up in and make a life for themselves. Others may have ended up in other places. - I was fortunate that I was able leave to a place called Kent to live with my aunt of is Christian.
Now successfully after losing the plot of white substances, that incident at the age of 18 helped me give up the harder stuff out there. So I was half way there at least. As I say at the age of 22 I had left my old life to live with my aunt. Which was very hard for me as I had rich memories of great, wild, 'good times' and I cared for my friends. It felt like a divorce... I had to go to Kent or else I would slip into the underworld stuff way too much again. It was make or break for me.
Now 22 I was living with my aunt. This was a relief for me... Kinda of. Saying this I didn't know what I had just walked into. - I happened to be in the middle of a not so nice divorce which had lasted 4 years. My aunt was upset, and struggling to bring up four little girls. It's a lot for anyone on your own. Bear in mind, that I was quite vulnerable after giving up everything, Absolutely everything. This was a bit of a shock for me. I was woken up. I could sense the real world for once. I was clean. I stayed well away from everything. I was in a new enviroment. A new beginning. But it was a bit difficult. As I was very sensitive and vulnerable. But what helped stay away from the bad stuff was the 4 little girls. I took the responsiblity of helping my aunt give her space to look after them. Which in one respect was a burden I might be too weak to carry, but on the other hand kept me away from bad stuff. - I worked for Eurotunnel as part of the security team. And amazingly I passed a drugs test. - That was a miracle.
Now as I was still finding my feet and taking on my aunts problems also. It was beginning to be a bit too much for me. And my heart was beginning to be overwhelmed. I was looking for something in my life. After even my own family was not enough. And seeing even my aunt with problems. It was all too much once again. But I promised my self not to do the bad stuff again.
One day, after working as butcher/fishmonger in a brand new section of the supermarket. I went to Canterbury. I ended up in Canterbury Cathedral. I entered the Womb of the Cathedral. I was in the Crypt...
I sat on my own. And my heart was breaking. But I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Lost. I didn't know who else to turn to. - I put hands out and said to the wide open space in an ultimately fed up of life way and said... 'God, if there is a God!' Just these words. All of a sudden the Holy Spirit, a white spiral sort of cloud with dove wings on top came over my head. I thought God had dropped heaven on my head. I looked to my right, to see if I was on planet earth. I thought it could be a flash back. But this was the Holy Spirit... As I looked to my right I said to myself, I can't tell anyone this. I had a vision of the earth with a glowing white circumference. As if it was my footstool. I felt joy that was beyond... Well it is way beyond anything. I also felt arms come round me and put a seed in my heart. I felt a hand come from back and through my body and held my heart. I also began to feel afraid, fearful, fear of dying. Fear of God. I could see in front of me a great swarm of people coming towards me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt this absolutely terrifying fear of God. That was beyonds words too... And then after such an intense moment. I felt was still sitting in the crypt. And couldn't stop crying for about half an hour. I never usually cry. So I think it all came out.
I began to read the bible. It was usually looked down upon by most of the youth in the UK. So that was a brave thing for me too. I become hooked on the bible. It's like a seed began growing...
By 23 I had a passport and left my aunts. And headed eventually to a place called Newquay. This place was excellent. It was the very south west of the UK which usually has a sort of mediterranian climate. Palm trees, and plenty of beautiful beaches and pubs/clubs. I had a cleaner life. I worked in the catering industry in a hotel. I went to church(es). My life was becoming better. More normal.
Whilst in the gym, as I was determined to continue becoming fit once again. I had a vision right in the middle of a work out. I saw Jesus Christ on the Cross. With the blood dripping slowly from His crown of thorns. And then it was gone. I was left a bit stunned.
By the time I was about 24 I had left Newquay to a place called Newmarket, which I became a chef. I was on a lot of money. Crazy amount of money. - All was going fine. Until I was asked by a nurse at a hospital if I thought I was close to God? I mean what a question? I said 'yes' in child like faithful sort of way. As I was thinking about my Holy Spirit encounter.
Next thing I know I was raced to a psychiatric hospital under the security of government staff. To put it all in a nutshell, I had been in 14 different hospital wards ranging from medium secure prisons to forensic intensive care wards to acute wards in different parts of the country. With 14 meds at the same time, some over the prescribed liscensed amount, and about 33-34 different meds. With 4 different labels.
I was going through the washing machine, in and out. It certainly was an experience. I was in my element to be honest. - I ended up in ambulances about 30 times. Police cells. Police escorted convoys. Even nearly sent to a place called broadmoor. Which is the most controversial prison and the most secure in the UK which is a Max secure prison hospital. It houses absolute psychos in that place. - I had never actually done any harm to myself or anyone else during my time inside these places and also on the outside too. When I was on the outside I would be given secure accommodation too. I was being branded a monster or treated like some sort of, 'nutcase'.
It soon dawned on me that God had put me in these places to help others in there chemical induced straight jackets. I didn't realise that God had his special people not easily accepted by the world and it's ways. I was strength to these people. I understood there suffering. And I think because of this reason the nurses would take a liking or disliking to me. And wouldn't sometimes help me in some areas, and because of there fear. I would sometimes have to suffer even more.
During 2005 I was still seeking what I was called for. So whilst under strict supervision of nurses and docs. I was able to spend six months to see if my calling was to be a priest or monk or something. So I had an interesting experience at the monastry. Still I was in and out of hospitals like a human guniea pig.
By the year 2007 January. I was officially told from a handful of leading UK doctors that I was never mentally ill. Ever. So what I saw and went through and experienced was all for what? For God.
But that January was one of the toughest moments of my life. I had to go 'cold turkey' (come off meds) and the way they did it caused outrage from even police shrinks. I ended up in ambulances, even police escorted conveys almost on a weekly basis and usually twice a week, as I was having a really hard time coming off all the stuff they put me on. And was on insanely high amounts. I ended up in police cells, wards. Normal hospitals with my own room with a couple of policemen standing guard at the entrance to my room. It was hell. My head spining out of control. Craving for meds and in the proccess taking things that would react and cause occugynical crisis's. Very little sleep for 6 weeks, I went through the mill. And then whilst coming out of this my friend who was a doctor, who helped develop some meds himself, who also himself was a patient living above my flat. Was now placed in a black bag at the foot of my door. He tried to come off his meds and ended up losing the plot. He exploded in rage and ended up dead. I mean I had friends who died in wards the next, hanging from tv arial cables. - So after coming off all that stuff, God tests me with another case.
Finally after 6 months in 2007 I'm pretty much back to normal. - I ended up living in Edinburgh. And now God had given me a new task. - I ended up in Greece. And Italy.
When I was in Greece I had a terrifying vision of a beast on an Island. Two weeks later I was in Rome, and the vision came true. I saw the image of the beast and a place where Jesus Christ is denounced in Rome. I was given access to a secret.
Once back in the UK I made my way to Newquay and lived in a lovely white caravan. The Lord showed me to write a book. So that is what I did. The book was based on things God was showing me, hidden things in the bible. Things that are set for the future as to what may happen. - I worked very hard on the book. And eventually I ended up doing a presentation in Edinburgh parliment, with national security reps and head of the police force. This book helped open the eyes of many. In such a way that the public was not ready for a book of this calibre. I found myself court up in the middle of a political and clandestine storm. - After revealing the book to parliment to help them. They where not sure if I was a terrorist, spy, or some grass roots fundamental organisation leader or something? So I ended up being arrested and detained. The police tried to have me sent to a psych ward. But thankfully I had already done a presentation there the night before. And where on my side about the whole thing. And I had declared in big bold letters that I must never be under a mental health thing or hospital or meds ever again. - So the police where in a sticky situation. They had taken my laptop away without my consent and refused to give the courts and lawyer video evidence. Yet I had everything that a laptop needed in the police evidence store. But no laptop? Which was on several cctv in the police station. This now had reached the MI5 section. Or special branch. I faced court but granted bail. But with a verdict of not guilty. Something was wrong there? a double verdict? What? Anyway. I had a copy of the book up my bum. On a very small memory stick. And hidden on my mp3 player. Some of the police where for me and some where against me.
After being released I was told that once I walk out of caught that the special branch, men in black want to take me away somewhere. This is what my lawyer said. He told me my rights. And said this is beyond him. Any way I left court with without a gate arrest.
Now this was in Scotland and I went to live with my aunt again. I went into police stations and asked about my bail conditions. They said that I was not on police bail.
My aunt was hounded by the secret service and police. But she tried to defend me. Even the police came round. But asked when I would leave. Even my aunt saw them following me from the balcony and told me to get in her car.
I later was walking along a road and the cctv picked up my face. On the facial recognition system. Basically everyones faces are scanned in the UK and the camera can pick offenders out. - I had an armed response unit approach me and arrested me. I was sent back upto Scotland without the same lawyer. And thankfully I was given a not guilty verdict but still on bail as they understood that I had gone into police stations asking about my bail and told me I'm not on police bail. So then the courts told me that I was on a court bail, and not a police bail. But because I enquired about my bail in the police stations they understood.
Now thankfully I was released once again. The amount of times I have been locked up and still no criminal record. - So now I go back down to Cornwall, Newquay. And whilst dressed in a kilt. I had a vision. A really, really powerful vision. It is now 2008, spring. I had a vision of an almighty powerful nuclear explosion. Like I was really there. I was shaking like a leaf. I felt sick, faint. I was shell-shocked.
I also didn't want the government having a hold over me like this either. I knew in my heart that it is time to leave the country.
I was given a bible about a hundred years old and had a second or first world war calendar leaf in it which said basically God is absolutely everywhere. It was dated the 31 May.
Very mysteriously this was the day that I ended up leaving the UK. I ended up in spain, then Morrocco, then Egypt, before embarking on my journey towards Israel. My original plan was to go to south africa. Erm ...I ended up in Jerusalem???
Never in a million years would I honestly thought I would end up in Jerusalem!
Ever since I have been here since 2008 the hand of the Lord has been heavy upon us. I have received daily the Word of God, Countless miracles, sightings of angels, visions and dreams... Where definately heading to the end-times...! (Whether we like it or not).
There are so many other things I would like to mention about God in my Life. But I know that there are things that God would prefer people not to know.
|
|
|
Post by martin on Feb 6, 2012 3:37:29 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]'Israeli attack will prompt Pakistani response'[/shadow]
|
|