Mary Magdalen - Destiny and Easter
Palm Sunday -
Another End and a Deeper Message
Evidence of Destiny in
'Corruption Free' 'Clean Green' New Zealand
This page is a more detailed account of two short paragraphs in
Lianne Greer &
Lion Rock, illustrating very powerfully the themes of meaningful
coincidence and destiny.
But there was more. Suddenly I realised that Palm Sunday itself was yet
another code repeat. I remembered all the signs around the sudden
termination of my job at Waikato By Products, Tuakau, in March 2005. I had
suddenly been 'deleted' by a smart new young MBA from Wales, despite my
having rescued the company on a number of occasions because of its
difficult effluent treatment problems. It was the standard New Zealand
way, getting in somebody who was 'better connected', somebody who would
better smooth through the renewal of the Resource Consent, someone
better able to smarm and charm councillors, rather than tell them the
truth. But it is is almost a summary of the New
Zealand psyche. Avoid confrontation at all costs.
Over the course of eight years
from 1997-2005, I had come to understand more
about the running of activated sludge plants treating rendering plant
effluent than anybody else in New Zealand had ever done before.
I had had very relevant experience in England. But I learned a lot
more very quickly, through God's inspiration, I came to see in time. Not that I bothered
to explain how I came up with so many original ideas. They
wouldn't have cared anyway. But that
was why I had managed the WWTP at Waikato By Products for eight years and
the Wallace's plant at Waitoa for five. I started there the
day after 9/11. I masterminded various upgrades at
both treatment plants which had been low in cost and highly successful.
Over the years, it all became a very practical application of God 's inspiration in
helping me treat a highly difficult effluent, more than ten times
stronger than sewage.
But it was also clear
evidence of destiny. I had used to lecture to engineers on those particular kinds
of plants in England, where they are much more common, if only for
treating sewage effluent for cities. They are very flexible, high
intensity treatment systems. Towns and even a few cities used the higher
capital cost but much
less power- hungry percolating filters. In contrast, New Zealand sewage works were largely
primitive Third World oxidation ponds, cheap to build and of extremely variable
quality, usually low. Was it just chance that the consulting engineers
then advising on the running of the effluent treatment plant at Waikato By Products were responsible for the plant's failure just
before Easter in 1997? And was it chance that I had briefly worked
for those consulting engineers in 1995, before parting company over a
question of business ethics?
Those enginers told Waikato By Products management that it was necessary
to add chemicals to the wastewater treatment plant in order for it to
achieve its wastewater discharge consent effluent quality standard.
But for a reason I could never ascertain, they told Waikato By Products to add the chemicals to the wrong part of
the treatment plant. If they had had the chemicals added to the
correct part of the plant it would not have led to disaster. But
perhaps it was meant to lead to disaster. And it had to be at Easter. The chemicals destroyed the operation of the
strength -reducing anaerobic ponds, which constituted the primary
treatment stage of the plant. I am sure they were meant to. I realised
later that it was all necessary if fit with my previous experience of
working for two different firms of civil engineering consultants in
Auckland and for me to get the job I was always intended to have.
So I was given the job of fixing it.
It was urgent. Environment Waikato had served an odour abatement
notice, which forced the closure of the treatment plant and hence the
factory could not operate. I worked right through the Easter
weekend until 1am most nights ... But by the Easter Tuesday 1997, I had
an activated sludge plant operating that could handle most of the
factory effluent. Waikato By Products could get their
factory running again. Next I had to fix the anaerobic ponds.
Was it just chance that my wife Jenny died an
another Easter Tuesday, 12 years later, our 19th Wedding anniversary?
Environment Waikato only pursued a prosecution against the management of
the company ie the plant manager and the plant foreman . Even that
was highly belated. I was astonished that Environment Waikato had
not even bothered to take formal samples for prosecution purposes when the plant initially failed
so disastrously, causing a very strong, highly polluting, filthy jet
black effluent which looked like used engine oil streaked with silver
metallic paint, to discharge to the into the 'clean green' Waikato River at a rate of 300 tons
a day . It was a far cry from my experience of what happened when
treatment plants polluted rivers in England back even in the 1970s and
1980s. But there the river authorities or the RWA river
divisions had teeth... and used them. It wasn't anything like that
laid back 'clean green' New Zealand.
The fact that the
Company had been carrying out the instructions of the consulting
engineers seemed to have been conveniently overlooked. I wrote to
ask Environment Waikato why the prosecution was only brought against the
Company, as the Company personnel had merely followed the instructions
of people who were qualified experts. The reply I got from
Environment Waikato was that the information was 'legally privileged'
How very convenient. It is a standard cop-out used so frequently
in 'corruption free' New Zealand when the truth is 'awkward'.
Probably at least as common today is another cop-out- 'commercially sensitive'.
Auckland Council uses that a lot.
But the wastewater plant had to fail just before
Easter week to enable me to start work there in Easter week. Everything
was pre-destined. There had even been a sign of my future through
a steam train on Jenny's birthday on the road to Tuakau in February 1997.
It had to be Easter because Easter lies at the heart of the truth,
the real story of Mary Magdalen
and what happened
that first Easter in 33AD - not CE. And on the first day I arrived at Waikato byproducts,
26th March 1997, Wednesday of Easter week, the print-out
dockets for the truck weighbridge reached 55700.
think about the symbolism of that weighbridge, a 'great balance'. It is a symbol
of the last Judgement for one and all. Mary NZers ( Dragon again -
appropriate mind- ) ends her story with a
stark warning about the Judgement that lies ahead for all. Her
spirit was sent to speak to me through Jenny in a trance. Mary
came for the first time on 5th April 1986, the Saturday after Easter.
She came in a chosen place also, but chosen not by her but by Elohim, as
part of an intricate design. That was her name for God. And
that weighbridge docket number was a reminder that the Judgement which
Mary spoke about, comes from the Source which had given us the 557
Lockerbie prophecy code 19 days before Pan Am 103 hit the ground at
Lockerbie. And remember that God chose to echo Mary's warning in those
first two Airbus crashes, Perpignan and US 1549. On death all are
judged. But 5570 is also
'New Zealand' in the railway codes. See
Predestination - abc or A-Z?
My sojourn at Waikato By Products lasted precisely
as long as was destined, almost until another Easter eight years later.
I was sacked on 18th March, 2005, exactly the day that God intended. I knew it was as Ra
intended within minutes of my driving out of the gates of the rendering
plant after my rather cruel, sudden termination. I turned left and drove
back up SH 22 towards the Anglican Church of St
John-beside-the-Latin-Gate (link to the Book of Revelation) and there was a hawk circling directly above
the road. That was a sight I had never seen in the previous eight years.
It meant a lot to me because the falcon is the sign of the Egyptian Sun God, Ra. That
is why Ra Harakhte is always depicted as a man with the head of the
falcon, for the falcon is the bird which flies highest in the
sky, closest to the sun. The falcon sees all things and swoops at the
time of its choosing. It is not a bad metaphor for God at all. It is a
pity that the priests of Amun could not manage anything better than a
ram, about as far-seeing as the average man. The Eye of Ra is always
depicted as a human
eye with the markings from the eye of a falcon.
I was sacked on the Friday before Palm Sunday. I had been puzzled over
the previous week why I had been shown so many signs of the Apocalypse
both in the numbers on various meters around the treatment plant and in
an astonishing sunset on the Tuesday before the End. The fiery
clouds looked for all the world like a comet. The sheep, in the fiery
glow, looked up with their uncomprehending eyes. They were so symbolic of the
peoples of this world who fail to see any of the signs that God gives in so
many meaningful coincidences, in the precise orchestration of so many
After I was sacked, it all fell into place. Ra had chosen to emphasise
to me 'The End of the World' over those few days in advance, because the End of the World was about to
come for me, the job which for eight years had been our main source of income. But
it did have one benefit. It gave us time to get on with
our real work, the production of our books.
It was only after Daniel Lado's death on Palm Sunday 2010,that when I
thought back to my brutal termination just before Palm Sunday in 2004
with its associated 'end of the world' predictive pointers, that I
suddenly realised that those signs were not just pointing to the brutal
termination which was soon to end 'my world' in 2005 it was also
had a more literal deeper meaning, pointing to a future termination,
even more brutal, but rather more deserved, the real end of the world for
man. Daniel Lado's death had been the revelation of that second meaning,
but giving in addition, a time code also. That time code is in perfect agreement with the
subsequent time code which was given through the actions of Anders Breivik,
some sixteen months later.
And that is why the End will come for man on Palm
Sunday, 29th March, 2015. See the
Sekhmet Countdown Clock
And months later Daniel Lado's death was echoed in the Pike River mine disaster, the
only survivor from the mine explosion being another Daniel, Daniel
Rockhouse. And another link to 'Rock' too. It was another case of design, one Daniel chosen for life
another chosen for death. It linked to another vision, that of Nebuchanezzar and his experience with mediums. That account is given in
the Old Testament Book of Daniel. Look at Daniel 2,29.... It is all
discussed in a paper which I wrote to try and help Daniel Lado's mother
understand that God had a vital purpose in her son's death. See
Purpose in Pike River.