When I was a boy I used to dream of a better world. It began with a perfect Germany, tempered by traditional British values, because I believed that of all people the Germans had the ability to accomplish it better than anyone else, notwithstanding the disaster that was 1933-1945. It always appalled me that my country, Britain, had ever gone to war with Germany in 1914 as Germany had been our natural ally until then. With Prussia and Russia we had defeated Napoleon and overturned his despotic dream of a united Europe centred on Paris.

As part of the natural unfolding of my thoughts, I then dreamed of a better Europe and finally a better planet - a better world. I really believed it could be accomplished, not the feudal dictatorship of today's satanic globalists (about which I knew nothing growing up - the enemy then was communism) but a federation of sovereign nations with conservative values.

This was all before I became, at 23, a believer in 1977. So you could say that I grew up as a high idealist, not by upbringing, not by education, but by my own desiring and the impulses arising from my own soul. My upbringing was nominally (culturally) Anglican (Church of England) with those conservative values that typified the 1930's, 1940's and 1950's. I was not religious at all. Indeed, boarding school finished off any latent religious inclinations I may have once had and, before my conversion, I was an atheist whose religion was science.

I was also a late child - my mother was 40 when I was born - so unlike my contemporaries who had younger parents, I came into the world and not only witnessed with my child's eye the end of the British Empire but experienced it at its peak vicariously, as it were, through the eyes of my parents who were born just before, or at the start of, the First World War. They and their friends would share reminiscences from this time and indeed I had uncles from the Victorian era and heard stories of the Raj and of adventures in the Far East.

Like the boys of my day we grew up with classical literature and war comics, only I didn't react to the war comics like my friends did. I felt sorry for the losers and wanted to know more. Though there was no 'alternative media' back in those days, I did not blindly accept accept the history spoon-fed me by school and my parents' generation. I wanted to hear the story from the other side's point-of-view. It did not take me long to realise that the victors write the history. Out of this my admiration of the character of the German people was born, my remote Saxon ancestors.

So inevitably boys like myself relived the Second World War by proxy through the stories and histories I heard - the present generation always has a foot in its parents' generation. The preceeding generation always has an influence on the one after it, though mine was exceptional because in the 1960's the hippie revolt took place.

The hippie revolt represented, for the first time in history, the severance between two generations. The 60's generation rejected what their parents had stood for, for some good reasons but for far more bad ones. It was a wholesale rejection of Christianity that resulted in the doors being thrown wide open to every unclean idea and practice imaginable. Culturally it shook up the West and sent it down its slippery course into oblivion. The hippie generation, which today is in power, ensured the end of one world - an essenially Christian, conservative one - and ushhered in a new Marxist one - today's chaotic and immoral hedonistic world.

I consider myself blessed to have been born to an older and wiser generation, their many faults notwithstanding, because I never was a part of that revolt, though of course it impacted me both positively and negatively. More than anything I treasure the contrast between my parents' 30's generation (as opposed to the 40's generation of my peers) - to be able to see starkly both sides of the argument - the core values of both cultures - instead of being immersed in only one world, is a huge advantage. Like everyone faced with choices, I picked my own cultural salad, even at one point - to my mother's dismay - joining the short-lived British Social Democratic Party (SDP) ruled by the ex-Labour 'Gang of Three' and getting involved in politics. It did not take me long to become disillusioned by that party which would later merge with the Liberals and to all intents and purposes just become another Labour Party clone.

I was therefore very much in the thick of politics for a while until I came to Scandinavia where my disillusionment with modern politics fully matured. But for a brief fling with the United Kingdom Independence Party (UKIP) leading up to Brexit, I have pretty much steered clear of politics as I see no future in it. Wherever you look in the political spectrum, it's all pretty much sold on Illuminati principles with the various left, centre and right tribal names really meaning very little at all. Today's political parties are pretty much all Marxist (communist, social democrat and 'conservative') and are rapidly merging. The Marxist dialectic has been very effective.

My dreams of a United Europe based on conservative values died a slow death over the years, the more quickly when I realised that the Kingdom of Elohim (God) was the only realistic prospect for Utopia. Man-made Utopias have always ended up as ghastly, oppressive dictatorships, both religious and secular types. Consistently and murderously, power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Whether mediaeval Catholic Europe, Napoleon's Europe, Hitler's Europe, Stalin's Eastern Europe, Mao's China or the emerging 'Liberal' Totalitarian State called the European Union, we see nothing but misery.

I confess my own childhood dream did not die easily or quickly. I hoped that the United Kingdom and Germany might hold back the tide and pool their undoubted giftedness and create something better. The journalist Peter Hitchens helped me admit that Great Britain was finished and the events of the immigrant crisis have made it painfully obvious that Germany is finished too. America is holding out better but there also it is painfully obvious that like Europe it too is drowning. Not even a Trump can stop it. Western Christian Civilisation is over, hard though swallowing such a bitter pill may be for most. The insanity of the First World war dealt the first blow and the inevitable Second World war dealt it another. And Angela Merckel and her EU cronies have dealt it the third and fatal blow. It is well and truly over.

As is always the case, my heart has taken considerably longer to come into agreement with my head. My male head has known it for years but my female heart held out, as the heart is wont to do, against all hope. Today's article is motivated by something Yahweh showed me, something painful but necessary for me to share.

I had an intense prophetic dream this morning. I had retired to a hill, a citadel, a place of refuge. I was standing in a large hall when a man with a silken cloak suddenly entered. Without warning, he had drawn a steel rapier and lunged toward me, piercing me in the front just below my left shoulder with a rapid thrust. I felt the blade enter. I drew back in surprise, and he lunged a second time, piercing me in exactly the same place, saying, "Your better world has come to an end".

Yesterday I watched a very well made documentary about the Battle of the Somme which took place in 1916 in the First World War. Over a million British, French and Germans were either killed, wounded or went missing over the course of just a few days. It was a barbaric massacre of nations sharing similar Christian values - a pointless, fratricidal war of Israelite nations (Ephraim, Reuben and East Manasseh), a war engineered by the élites whose one purpose was to undermine the Christian foundations of Europe and to gain control over the central banking institutions. Today, in 2017, they have nearly all the world banks under their control barring those in about three nations, and Christianity is no longer a part of national culture and life.

My dreams of a better world, such as I once had, are well and truly dead. I do, of course, know that a better world is coming but it won't be one created by man. I absolutely and totally believe in the realisation of the global Kingdom of Yahweh. I share this with you so that you will understand something of the cleansing that I am personally going through, and which all of us are currently going through in these difficult days of the Courtyard Invasion. Some things we will relinquish freely, others must be burned out of us against the will of our flesh. I view my current chronic illness as an instrument in the latter.

It all came to a head yesterday after watching that Battle of the Somme documentary. I was so disgusted, so sickened to my core with the whole world system, with war, with corruption, with blantant evil, that in my heart I realised man's efforts to change it politcially were utterly futile and vain. Unless the world repents - which it won't, save for a microscopic remnant - we must await Yah'shua's (Jesus') return in power.

The liberal dream of Utopia is over. From now on we live with the reality of atheism's and socialism's foul fruits. Welcome to the Third World War and to the new satanic Feudalism. Oh yes, the New World Order is very religious! They will offer Utopia one last time and appear to be delivering the goods for a short while, thanks in part to the hidden technology they possess, before revealing and implementing their murderous demonic agenda. By the time humanity sees the emet (truth), it will be too late to repent.

Our task is to remain faithful, through suffering if needs be, because Yahweh is in ultimate control of the world's final outcome. This we believe absolutely. We must resolutely be focussed on the Task of the Remnant, continue on the Way of the Final Exodus, and seek empowerment for these tasks.

In the meantime, Yahweh's promises of eternal chayim (life) to true believers are reliable. We must be faithful in our sufferings, in whatever form they take, and only then will our emunah (faith) prove genuine. We remain faithful by keeping our eyes on Yah'shua (Jesus), obeying the mitzvot (commandments) of Yahweh's Torah and carrying our His daily instructions. We also need to remind ourselves and others of His promises of help and comfort now and of simcha (joy), and perfect shalom (peace) in our eternal chayim (life) to come.

May Thy Kingdom come soon, O Elohim (God)!