They’d just cleaned my cage, but they hadn’t quite closed the door. It wasn’t latched, and I could see a way out. My little caged life could end if I was only brave enough to take flight. Would my wings sustain me, and would there be food outside the bars which had contained my life all these years? I didn’t know, but I had to find out.
And so I silently inched closer to the door while they weren’t looking, and I pushed my tiny beak through the gap. Sure enough the door popped open, and, startled, I began my free life.
Ok, a nice analogy, but frankly when I saw the plane on the tarmac at Gatwick, I almost cried with excitement. My first flight – and freedom from tyranny all on one. Goodness!
I got on the plane, and took my seat. I hadn’t booked a seat – I let them choose for me, and ended up with a window seat. Just as well, as it turned out, because as we taxied down the runway, it was all I could do to look out of the window as tears ran down my cheeks. Tears because I was profoundly moved, tears because of excitement at the prospect of freedom. We took flight and it was real – I was really getting out of Britain.
The day I moved out of my house was a Monday – the 11th January. After what had felt like months of delays, although in practice only just over a month beyond what was expected as the completion date, I had gathered all my belongings into a 10′ x 10′ storage unit on an industrial estate. In the almost-to-the-day six months since I’d put the house on the market, I had found nowhere which I wanted to buy. In the end I’d settled on a property which I knew I could rent out, and had started the process of buying it, but I wouldn’t be able to move in there anytime soon.
By a quirk of fate I was due to be absolutely homeless on the night of the 11th. I’d tried to book somewhere, but it had been cancelled. I’d already booked my flight out, and here is where things get particularly interesting.
Not only did I have no new home to go to, but the LORD would have had me fly out the following day if I could have got a flight. I needed a direct flight, because I didn’t know what would happen with Covid testing if I had to transit through Turkey. The first direct flight was on the 13th, and I booked it. I stayed with friends, and left early on that day.
Even I did not understand the urgency in what I was doing. Yet somehow I felt it.
Today Britains totalitarian two-step is becoming clearer. On the day I left, I took a train. The train went all the way to Gatwick. I saw no one asking any questions as to why I was travelling. I got to the airport, and again no one asked me why I was travelling – I had my reason, and it was a valid one, but still some trepidation made me tell no one in advance of my plan to leave. I simply left and explained later.
I went through security, still no questions, and got on the plane. Everything was plain sailing because of the timing and because of the prompting and covering of God.
I am now away from Britain, and I will probably stay away.
I spoke to a student of mine last night – she is Italian. She says that Britain feels like a prison now. I saw a headline yesterday saying that even visiting a dying relative might not be considered a “valid reason for travel” – be under no illusion, this is a clampdown on freedom and on people, but not on a virus. The virus will come in on lettuces and mangoes. It will come in with diplomats and premier league footballers who don’t have to quarantine. As if testing wasn’t enough of a chore, quarantine will part international families for months to come, and possibly longer.
All this is indirect coercion into taking a dangerous and experimental vaccine. People want freedom and so they are willing to subject themselves to this experiment, and even the UN is not going to stand in the gap between Bill Gates and his flunkies and the innocent who are rolling up their sleeves for this poison. Those taking this vaccine will NO LONGER BE HUMAN – do you understand? This vaccine alters DNA. You are not going to be the same again afterwards.
God’s judgement on an evil people is being meted out. That sounds cruel, and believe me I have such pity for the people of Britain. But if they think that mass disobedience is the answer, or that they can somehow escape these plans of the leaders of the imprisoned world (used to be free, not free anymore), they are wrong.
This is judgement time. There are places of safety – if you are obedient to God, He will protect you wherever He puts you. If it is necessary for you to leave, you will do so in safety. He will cover you – even at the time I left there were stories about people being turned back and denied their travel, but I met no one, I was asked nothing. God will cover you if He wants your passage out, BUT DO NOT DELAY! The prompting of God is for that moment. Don’t be like Lot’s wife – do not look back! Pack your bag and go.
I will finish with a couple of quotes from famous evil people.
I say again, be under no illusion – the leaders of the imprisoned world want you to cry out to them, and give up your freedoms to them. You must turn to God – He is your hope!
God Bless you