The Elements Will Melt with
Fervent Heat - 2 Peter 3, 10
The previous ten days had carried our work forward to include the
Australian heat wave and its associated fires. On 31st January, 2009 I had
written an article about strange Fire coincidences concerning our visit to
Sydney in February 1996, and books by the Australian John Baxter and
Arthur C Clarke. I intended to include it on my latest website, www.goddoesexist.co.uk which is making only slow progress as world events
and Jenny's declining health impede my progress. As well as working on the
website, I am also writing my book explaining the meaning of the Airbus
crashes, as well as giving all be supporting evidence of prior knowledge
before the event. I explained the background to the very clear warnings
that, on death, everyone goes to God's Judgement, unfashionable though the
concept is in our selfish, corrupt and decadent world.
After lunch, I went to get some morphine for Jenny. As I parked in the
Roseland shopping centre car park, I couldn’t help but notice that the
car parked in front and to my left had the registration plate ZE2297. Code
2297 is the key Code for the Apocalypse. I looked down at my car mileage.
The reading was 229507 km. 229 had been the earliest version of the Apocalypse
Code which was first made known to us in November 1988, and was refined to
2297 in September 1989. 507 is the World’s End Code which I first
encountered in July, 1985 but which I did not see for what it was until
sometime in 1990.
Another End Times Sign ??
On 2nd February, 2009 all of London's buses had been off the road. It was
the first time it had ever happened. Even the Luftwaffe had never managed
to do that at the height of the Blitz. And London's buses had taken the
heavier snows of 1947 and 1962 in their stride. But now it's all about
‘elf and safety and fear of being sued. Naturally, incompetence played a
part, too, because although the main roads were gritted, the side roads
which led to the bus garages were not. But was all of this not just
another part of God’s reply to the atheist bus campaign in Britain. The
date was 2nd February,2009, a date which of course could be written as
2-2-9. Was this God is saying something like “You want signs on buses?
Fine! Signs on buses it is. Note the date!”
This interesting item was reported on the 6 pm News bulletins in New
Zealand on 3rd February. But there was a very interesting coincidence in
the next item after the London ‘lack of buses’ story. In the ‘frozen
wastes’ of ‘Northern England’, there was a most significant sign shown at
a little T-junction on the A505 Royston-Newmarket road The clip, chosen by
some video editor, showed a black sports car which had been wrecked beside
the sign. The sign was pointing to Melbourn. Was that indicating that it
was the place to look to next? And it was the next Monday, 9th February,
seven days on from 'the next sign on the Buses'…..2.2.9 + 7 ….2297
….that the NZ Herald proclaimed HELL ON EARTH, just a little to
the North West of Melbourne. The death toll continued to mount.
The Third Trip to The Tip
On Thursday, 5th February, there was a knock on our front door. We was
expecting the Hospice nurse. For the past year, Jenny, has had regular
visits from Judith, the nurse from the South Auckland Hospice. Jenny
struggles on bravely but it is clear she is becoming more and more tired.
She has terminal cervical cancer, thanks to the incompetence of the NZ
cervical screening system and a bungled cervical cone procedure. However
despite not trusting the doctors and going along with their slash and burn
treatments, she has survived for over eight years. God said to us both all
those years ago ‘Trust me or trust them.” She chose wisely, trusting in
her instincts, the signs which she saw and the signs which I saw. Had she
trusted the medical ‘experts’ it has become abundantly clear over the last
couple of years that she would have been in the grave long ago.
But it was not Judith. It was our next door neighbour, Alan Blake. We
share his trailer. I do the repairs and get it through the Warrants. I
refurbished it in November 2008. That is all part of the ‘Airbus’ story,
which is recounted in our book Balanced Observations. The trailer, now
high-sided, was three quarters full of garden rubbish and tree prunings as
we were tidying up our section. Alan needed the trailer urgently to help
his brother move house. He had just had a phone call out of the blue. His
brother had to be out of his rented property that afternoon. Rather
curiously, a couple of weeks earlier, I had been ‘told’ by ''the Voice'' that
I wouldn’t be taking the trailer to the tip again. However, I had been
forced to start filling it again with garden rubbish as we tried to get to
grips with the heavy growth in our rather neglected but extensive garden.
I had'nt been able to see how what ''the Voice'' had told me could be right,
as the trailer was now three-quarters full of trees cuttings. But now,
with Alan’s urgent requirement for the trailer, what ''the Voice'' had told me
was now being proved correct in a way I could never have imagined.
I quickly gathered up some more rubbish from our garden to fill the
trailer and helped Alan rope it off. Then he took the trailer to the tip
and emptied it for me so he could use it to ‘do the removal’. I had given
him the $40 which the tip charged for a trailer load of garden waste and
as requested, he had brought back the weighbridge receipt. Jenny had found
it stuck in our door handle just after midnight on 6th February when she
went to check the cats. One glance at it explained why he had been
‘caused’ to take the trailer when he did. The first thing that my eye was
drawn to was the time, 2.29 pm. The time of the final weighing had been
2.29 pm. Was this not confirming that the time now is indeed the ‘time of
229’? In the Alpha and Omega Codes, 229 means the Apocalypse, the time of
The Last Judgement, the Final Weighing for mankind. This was the third
visit of the refurbished trailer to the tip, but only the second weighing.
More deaths were indicated, but where and how?
The weight recorded on the receipt was 230 kg, erroneous because neither
Alan nor the weighbridge woman understood much about basic physics. Alan
had driven his car off the weighbridge so that only the trailer wheels
were left on it, thinking that would give the trailer weight directly.
But he forgot about the down-load on the car tow-bar. It's a
three-point suspension-two wheels and the tow ball. You should add another
50 to 60 kg for the towbar load.
But perhaps Alan had to make that mistake. Perhaps it had to be around 230
kg. The weighbridge weighs only to 10 kg accuracy. So, was it actually
226, 227, 228, 229, 230, 231 or 232 kg? Only God knows, but they are all
significant…. linking to Ra, to God, to his covenant, the new covenant,
Revelation, the end of the world and God's inspiration. .But the time was
absolutely definitive. The time of that weighing was 2.29 pm on 5th
February. We do indeed live in the End Times.
A link to Victoria and Another Link to Death.
And death was indeed about to come. The clue to the location of death to
come lay in the date. Jenny gave the weighbridge receipt to me just after
midnight on 6th February. It is the one day in the year when the ‘good
people of New Zealand’ remember the Queen Empress, Victoria; or at least
the Maoris do. For the rest, it’s just another holiday, a lazy day of
beach, bach, garden or of course, shopping. 6th February 1840 was the day
the Maori chiefs signed the Treat of Waitangi in the presence of the
representatives of the Queen Empress. Henceforth they were all to be
subjects of the Queen Empress and her rightful heirs and successors.
all you hear about is the rights of the descendants of the Maori chiefs.
Since the early 1990s, the Treaty of Waitangi has grown into an entire
industry, now a lawyer's gravy train which does for rich Maoris what the
National Party does for the rest of New Zealand. Both help the
rich get richer, while dressing it up as 'helping their people'.
'The Treaty' is an
enormous drain on the New Zealand taxpayer, and a seemingly never ending
one. Originally it was to be capped at $1 billion but by
2012 it had become apparent that was going to be woefully inadequate.
More and more more fanciful claims emerge to right notional wrongs from
the past. Who would have imagined 'indigenous rights' to 3G
wavebands? The American Indians could learn a lot, but I doubt the
white Americans would be so accommodating.
But, whatever the cultural
significance of Waitangi Day for others, its cultural significance for
us was its clue to the location of the deaths to come, in the
reminder of Victoria, the great Queen Empress after whom the Australian
state was named. It was given to us in the
manner of crossword clue.
Once again it was Jenny who found the clue at just the right time.
And there was another
significant coincidence, more evidence of destiny, because 6th February
is not only a key date in the history of New Zealand, it is also a key
date for the present Queen of Britain. 6th February carries the
connotation of death, that of her father King George VI who
died in the early hours of 6th February 1952 at Sandringham. (
So 6th February 2012 marked the 60th anniversary of the accession of
Queen Elisabeth II to the British throne. Various ill-informed
young women TV reporters spoke of her Ascension Day. They seemed
to be under the mistaken impression that in 1952 Elizabeth had become a
goddess. She actually only become Queen. It could be that
the reporters took the divine right of the monarch too literally, or it
could be that they were just badly educated.)
So there in the clues from the weighbridge
docket on 5th February, were Victoria, death, Judgement and the
Clues And Cues
On Saturday 7th February, Jenny had an appointment for her Qi Gong Chinese
massage at Mt. Roskill. She had found these treatments helpful for pain
relief over the previous eight years. It was to be a one-off Saturday
visit. We had always gone on a Wednesday, but it was now going to be
changed to another day - yet to be fixed. I had just filled the car with
petrol at the Clevedon Road garage. Jenny hadn't been feeling too well
earlier that morning and suddenly realised she hadn’t had any breakfast.
So, after I had bought petrol, she had gone into the garage and bought a
sausage roll. She didn’t look carefully at the packet. It was just a
sausage roll. I decided to wait until we got to Mt. Roskill and get a much
better and cheaper pie from the bakery at the top of the hill on the
Dominion Road Extension.
As we came down to the end
of Wiri Station Road where that road crosses the North Island main trunk
railway, I suddenly caught sight of a movement in the sky to my left.
I looked across and there was this enormous plane, one of the brand-new
Emirates A380s about to land. That flight from Sydney was the only
A380 flight into New Zealand. It only operated a few days a week.
In fact Jenny and I had both photographed the inaugural flight of an
Emirates A380 from Sydney, as it came in low over Manukau city directly
above the Twin Towers office block, just five days earlier on 2nd
February, the 2.2.9. (Later that very day
London lost all of its buses.)
I couldn't help but feel that the total system
failure on my Nikon D70 camera that morning at Takanini on our way to
photograph that inaugural Emirates A380 was connected with
the future of somebody's A380. It was the first time I had
suffered such a failure in four years of using Nikon digital
cameras..... I felt that it was as significant as that 'conjunction
of 739 with 557' had been at Auckland airport in June 1995.
That disaster conjunction had predicted the Perpignan air disaster
of November, 2008with an uncanny, almost eerie accuracy. Time will
tell whether this is indeed to be 'The Seventh Sign'.
After visiting the bakery, I had gone up to the
top of Mt. Roskill, the extinct volcano, now a potable water reservoir,
and had a rest beneath the ‘sign of the star’.
On our return to Papakura, we found a queue of traffic on the railway
bridge not far from our home. Fortunately it was going, or rather hoping
to go, in the opposite direction to us. It was rather unusual to see such
heavy traffic on a Saturday tea-time. The wonderful new traffic lights at
the cemetery were the main reason for the queue. I noticed a truck in the
queue, in the middle of the railway bridge, and thought it was one of the
Winstone rock trucks. Those rock trucks, with registration numbers like
ROCK 23 reminded me of the rocks from space. Comet Shoemaker-Levy 9 turned
out to be a train of asteroids, 23 in number which struck Jupiter, in
succession, in July 1994 producing the most powerful impacts which man has
ever witnessed. But this time, I was wrong. The lead truck was a general
haulage truck, but one which had a very significant number plate, CUE
557….Behind it there was indeed a Winstone rock truck whose registration
plate was ROCK 17. Was the first truck indeed cue-ing another 557 event,
and the second a reference to what the event was to be, a coded reference
to when The Fire Came By? But there was another clue, sitting on the back
seat of our car, a clue which neither Jenny Noor I, would have understood
at that moment in time. But the Source knew that that clue was there and
knew its precise significance. I was to discover it a few days later, when
the time was right.
Hell on Earth
As those clues, those signs were given to us in Auckland on that Saturday
afternoon the inferno was beginning to ravage populated parts of the
Australian State of Victoria. But it was only on the Sunday evening, that
the news began to break on the New Zealand television news. By then it was
thought that 35 people had died. On Monday morning, 9th February, the NZ
Herald carried a large front page headline – HELL ON EARTH – 84 dead, 700
homes destroyed, 2000 sq km of fire – set on a background of ‘Blaze’.
Remember how in February 1996, the shop Blaze had been brought to our
attention, the shop at 557 Parramatta Road. Was this the meaning of the
coincidence of the two trucks waiting in the queue just up from the
cemetery lights, CUE 557 followed by ROC K 17, a reminder of ‘when the
fire came by’
It takes something really dramatic for the NZ Herald to depart from the
NZ–focussed trivia which normally fill its front page! Kevin Rudd, the
Australian Prime Minister’s words were: “Hell in all its fury has visited
the good people of Victoria in the last twenty four hours.” But they were
not all good. Hell visited them all, good and bad alike. Yes, hell was
certainly real for them, in this world. But was it not all intended to be
just part of a greater canvas, part of the Judgement codes? Yes, hell is
The 10th February edition of the NZ Herald carried an account by a senior
reporter from The Australian, which left me wondering which planet the
fire planners live on. Here was a man who had been trained by the Rural
Fire Service – expecting to be able to use plastic hose pipes and plastic
buckets to fight fires…. Had the trainers any experience of what happens
when the fire comes by? It was a most interesting article – clearly
indicating how the fire took everyone by surprise. He’d had twenty-five
years of safety and security on his hill in eastern Victoria. I’ve had
twenty-five years of anything but security, Jenny twenty three years. We
have tried to follow the signs, guidance from a Source which lies outside
space and time, a Source which has led us to where we are today – in a not
very fashionable area of South Auckland, fulfilling our destinies, going
about our everyday lives and finding them full of strange coincidences,
linking us to world events far away….. proving to a world that doesn't
care, that God really does exist.
And why did my neighbour have to take the trailer? Was it because his name
is Blake, a reminder of his namesake William Blake’s portrayal of an
aspect of God – The Ancient of Days – the old man with a beard and the
dividers measuring with absolute precision. It is a painting which now
hangs on our dining room wall. I flicked through the NZ Herald over
breakfast – coming to the world news section, no longer a section in its
own right, but for reasons of economy, recently relegated to a position
inside the main paper. And there I discovered another very significant
coincidence. A picture of a burnt-out trailer – exactly like the one
weighed off at 2.29 pm on 5th February by Alan Blake. I photographed the
picture next to our William Blake painting.
Truth In Death
Death is the way of the world, the one thing that is certain. After all,
the rich manage to avoid taxes, thanks to creative accountants, but no
professional, caring or otherwise, can save them from the Grim Reaper and
the subsequent Judgement. Many thousands of people do die, every single
day around the world. But modern man is childlike in his approach to
death. X,Y have gone to peace, gone to Jesus….are in another room…, gone
to the light....Which priest dares to suggest they’ve gone to Judgment and
possibly then to Hell? No, children mustn’t be scared by bogeyman stories.
And modern men - and women are just children, emotional cripples who
prefer to be shielded from the reality, that all are answerable for
everything they do. It's all about the gospel of Richard and Ariana now.
There is no God - stop worrying, enjoy your life, spend, spend, spend,
consume, consume, consume, have fun, enjoy. But spare a thought for the
planet. Stop using plastic bags.
The ancients could cope with the truth. The concept is graphically clear
in the 19th Dynasty Egyptian Books of the Dead which date from around 1300
BC. The dead go to Judgement, and thence to heaven or to hell. Of course,
even in ancient Egypt, the assumption was always, “They’ve gone to the
Elysian Fields of Paradise”. Naturally the rich could pay for more
expensive papyrus scrolls, with more chapters and so naturally got a
better guarantee of passing the Judgment. After all, they had purchased a
‘top of the range’ ‘afterlife care’ product. It is so interesting to see
that corrupt and lazy priests are nothing new. But, at least the Judgement
was shown in the Books Of The Dead . No priest today dares even talk about
God’s Judgement. Such talk really would put off the ever-declining number
of punters who don't fill the churches. Instead, all that you get in
church after church, whatever the denomination, is love, forgiveness and
‘Jesus saves’. But what if they're wrong?
Part of the purpose of the Victorian fires is to reiterate to godless
modern man that Hell is real. Americans are supposedly the most
churchgoing folk on the planet and 90% of them apparently believe in
heaven. But only 10% believe in hell. Now isn't that convenient?
One purpose of our research is to make people wonder about a deeper
meaning in disaster. Otherwise, all these deaths really are in vain. John
Brumby, the Premier of Victoria, said, “Such tragic loss of life must
never happen again.” It was rather silly comment. More deaths are
inevitable because of the unwise choices which people make and because of
the incompetence and corruption of bureaucrats and politicians. With the
increase in global warming and more and more unsuitable, indefensible
places chosen for habitation, more deaths are inevitable. You can rest
assured that far worse is to come.
I discovered another piece of the Jigsaw only last night, another piece of
vital evidence, the pointer that Something knows exactly what is to come
and chooses to give us signs in our everyday personal lives. After eating
most of that sausage roll in the car on our way to Mt. Roskill, on
Saturday, 7th February Jenny had left a bit of it in the packet. I’d
noticed the part of the sausage roll left in the cellophane packet, on the back
seat of the car that afternoon. But I had a steak and mushroom pie to eat
and there was also a sausage roll from the bakery. So, I’d left that bit in the
cellophane in case Jenny felt like eating it on the way home, after her Qi
Gong massage. Jenny must have brought it into the house after we got home.
I noticed it for the first time on the kitchen bench around 6.30 pm on
10th February, so I picked it up, intending to throw it out. Only then did
I see the label on the packet. On the cellophane, beside a little printed
fire sign were the words RED EMBERS.
It’s called Red Embers because it’s a very hot sausage roll – chilli – bit
of a contradiction in terms of homophones…
I suddenly remembered that that was what the bush fire survivors had
spoken of – the showers of red embers flying past them. Jenny had bought
that sausage roll around 12:30 pm, some seven hours before the fire came
by the haven on the top of the hill in Victoria
The very next morning, 11th February, those same words ‘Red Embers’ were
repeated in the NZ Herald on its front page. Also on that front page was
the very prominent ‘con’ photo of the koala ‘saved by the fireman….’ As
Marcus Lush put it, a little later, on New Zealand local radio – “after
carrying out the back burning that burned the koala in the first place.”
But journalists do so like to go for the ‘good news’ bits, all very
emotive. One letter writer later said the Herald deserved an award for the
photo. The Herald would be bound to print that letter wouldn't they. What
a pity it was dishonest. But, it was beneath the ‘heartwarming photo’ that
were to be found the words, “It was like a snowstorm of
red embers,” this
was said by Sherill Carta of the Kinglake inferno. Separated from her
husband Bill who had tried to rescue his Harley, she had gone off in the
car with their two dogs. But she had to abandon the car and continuity her
dash toward the town on foot. It was one of the few good luck stories. The
couple were re-united in the Accident And Emergency Department of
Melbourne’s Alfred Hospital.
But even the name Kinglake, the other fire-ravaged community, has a
It brought us straight back to an Airbus. See
The Kingslake Airbus
Two days later came the next sign on
London's Buses. On the 9th February 2009, 2.2.9,
there weren't any. It was a sign of what will happen
at the time of 229. There will be no buses....... and no
people either.... That message was confirmed very powerfully in July
2011 by the actions of
But seven days later still, on Jenny's birthday, her last in this world, there came a curious little
addition to the fire picture,
Again it was at Kinglake...and Advent... back to the
first Airbus crash
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