A Batchelor Story – 01

My home and surroundings are out in the countryside, settled amongst grass covered hills, golden and often windswept during the hot dry of the summer, and then green in the winters and spring with chilly winds and light or medium frosts. There are scattered lots of trees, a large natural mud-bottomed lake with abundant wildlife, and a deep freshwater pond hidden amongst some trees overgrown with ivy creepers.

As a young child there was so much to do. Discovering the bugs and bees, learning of the many different types of wildlife and plants, and even to ponder the feelings from the first wee kiss with the shepherds daughter. Searching the burrows in the ground, fishing for eels in the lake, and for trout in the local streams.

Becoming aware of the multitude of flowers, large and very very small, not only down amongst the weeds and grass, but up in the trees as well. And the seeds and berries – just the intensity of it all. I found that the more I became ‘still’, while sitting out on the grassy hillside, or down in the tangle of weeds and creepers, beside the shaded pond, the more the environment absorbed me into itself, and the deeper I penetrated its depths to become one with it, and I had not physically gone anywhere else. It is my home.

And I take it so much for granted, even with the sticky gum from the trees, and the stinging nettles and prickly thistles amongst the grasslands.

There are just so many different types of birds; the skylarks so high in the sky that they are clearly heard but hard to be seen, the morning birds and their sounds; tuis, bellbirds and magpies amongst others. There are the shining cuckoos with their striped breast and their obvious song when they seasonally return near to the end of winter, laying their eggs in another birds nest, and leaving those other birds to rear their chicks!

Many types of smaller birds, always so very busy during the seasons of the year.  Seasons for building nests of varying types from bits of straw or twigs, moss, feathers, and even of mud. Back and forth they go, adding to the nest bit by bit.  And then laying the eggs, and the babies hatching from them. Back and forth again, many times a day, bringing the worms and beetles or other crawlies to feed up their children on until they leave the nest.  And all the while on the alert for predators, having to use various tactics to distract the predators from their offspring.

I observe the ducks and swans on the lake, with their territories and mates, and as well the hawk, continually prowling for a wayward error from its prey. It is as though the hawk is needed to keep wildlife on guard and alert. They dive-bomb the flightless ducklings which they find in the open, and after the little floaty fluffy things get exhausted from diving in their effort to avoid the swooping menace, they are plucked off the water to be dined upon.

The hard to find nests of the stilts and many other birds, and then the newer birds on the scene like the spur-winged plovers, whose eggs blend like the stilts into the environment as though they do not exist.  The kingfisher nest occasionally found in holes on a steep little bank near the water, the booming bittern, and there is just so much more.

The rabbits with their warning thumps on the ground. And the hares and other creatures that are always so very aware of changes in the bird conversations and sounds. So they know well in advance where I am before I come into their sight. 

My grandchildren spend many days doing the same, exploring, discovering, and learning. Tipping over stones in creeks, or pulling the bark off old half-decayed trees to uncover all the different wormy things, and squiggly things with multiple legs, now rushing for the cover of darkness. The frogs – oh my gosh, the frogs and the sound of them, particularly noticeable during the nights in the mating season, with the calls of thousands of them together in unison, rising to a loud crescendo, and then dying away again only to be repeated in continuous waves.

I do just wish the children could sit still a moment though, to watch and observe more. To watch nature come to them, as they did after all, create it. But as they get older, the boys buy camouflage gear – “Why the need?”,  I ask as I shake my head in bewilderment, and then they go out hunting.  ‘Hunting’ makes the objective difficult, chasing things away or into hiding. It does seem so hard for them to be still and to realise. 

Watching the wildlife and fishes, of how they show me with their movements in advance of the changes about to happen in the weather. The eels prior to migration, and then also the cattle with the  changes in their feeding habits. They graze the faces of the hillsides in their daily patterns, resting from near to mid-morning until mid-afternoon. If they don’t settle to rest, or begin eating earlier than usual, it is very noticeable, as though an alarm, as they continue eating to store up in themselves a reserve, an energy to carry themselves through whatever impending cold or rain they are sensing.

I look out the window as I write this. It is not yet mid morning and there are 30 large, two year old steers sitting peacefully near the garden fence. It is warm weather, and I can tell looking at them that there will be no big weather change for several days. If a change had been due, and If necessary, I would move them to better pasture before it occurs. And so endlessly these patterns continue.

There is no need to carry a wristwatch or similar, for clock-time does not fit in well with nature.  Everything works just fine as it is.  I am made of mother Earth itself and naturally tuned to work with the environment, to breathe and live the seasons.

My parents were good-natured, peaceful, and hard working, and kind to anyone that came by, and I did not really want for anything. With stories read to me at bed time, or in front of the open fire in winter, a few jig saw puzzles and toys (normally of wood, tin or of some metal, – no plastic then) for the wet days. There were no town or city noises, no streets, street lights or next-door neighbors.

Television was unheard of, but today the bugs, animals and wildflowers of nature tend to be learned more by intellect from the screen, rather than by experience. A vast vast difference, as understanding from experience is far greater than and more powerful than by intellect alone.

The weather man tries to tell me what my weather will do, but it is not as accurate as what is determined from the animals, and I see things so logically and simply. For why should one expect that a trout would take a fly, when the cattle are sitting down resting? …

Ⓒ Gary Batchelor – December 2019. Not for resale

Discovering Maori – An Ordinary Man

In the introduction it was shown that the original word māori (as an adjective) referred to being normal, usual, or ordinary; tangata māori being a normal Earthly man or human being as opposed to a Supernatural being. The word had no racial connotations as we know it today, and the ‘name’ Māori appears never to have been used for the descendants of the earlier natives or aborigines until the late 1840’s, some 200 years after the European contact by Abel Tasman in 1642! Continue reading

A Chronological List of some Books and other References

[The terms used here and the wording of the book titles will be new to most readers, but keep on reading and as the reader will realize that although the topics are of past events, they are relevant in that much of the content shows the path to the condition in which we find the Earth and world today.]

The books below are listed close to the order that they became available to me during the past 30 years or so, inspiring in that time and now. There were three books that first quickened to me: Continue reading

Cloud Aoteroa – 19th Century

A New Zealand Time Frame (‘time’ = 3rd Dimension)
Continued from Cloud Aotearoa – 20th Century)
Three years before the 1963 Cloud appearance, the prophet (William Branham) laid out clearly what has become known as the Seven Church ‘Ages’, which are given in the table below. At that point it became possible to place all of New Zealand history into a Biblical time-frame.  The seven men, referred to as messengers or angels in the book of Revelation are shown with their respective ‘age’. The ages are named after places that existed 2000 years ago, and cover the period of time, in sequence, up until 1956.

The Second Coming Period, Divided into Seven ‘Church Ages’.
‘..The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches: and the seven candlesticks which thou sawest are the seven churches.’ (Rev 1:20)
Ephesus   (Rev 2:1-7) 53-170 A.D. Paul  (About AD 5 – AD 67)
Smyrna   (Rev 2:8-11) 170 – 312 A.D. Irenaeus (About 130 – 202)
Pergamos   (Rev 2:12-17) 312 – 616 A.D. Martin (315 – 399)
Thyatira   (Rev 2:12-29) 606 -1520 A.D. Columba (521 – 597)
Sardis   (Rev 3:1-6) 1520 – 1750 A.D. Martin Luther (1483 – 1546)
Philadelphia   (Rev 3:7-13) 1750 – 1906 A.D. John Wesley (1703 – 1791)
Laodicea   (Rev 3:14-22) 1906 – 1956 A.D. William Branham (1909 – 1965)

The messengers are referred to as ‘eyes’ (seers or prophets), and it is under the age or influence of John Wesley that the Europeans arrived here. The Maori that were Supernaturally aware Continue reading

Cloud Aotearoa – Spiritual Awakening and Dimensions

This 2nd post in the Cloud Aotearoa blog, is necessary before moving on with the Cloud phenomenon.

Seven Dimensions
There are seven Dimensions at this level of comprehension; Light (Space), Matter (our flesh is matter), and Time, the three that Mr. Einstein described. Science (which includes the radio/T.V./Wi-Fi, voice) is the fourth dimension. Fifth is the human spirit, and the Sixth is that part of the One Eternal Being that dwells in me and you, which becomes visible in the form of the Cloud, Pillar of Fire (etc.), and then the Seventh of course our object of worship, the intelligence of God.  It does not take much thought to realise that we are subject to, or LIVING IN ALL OF THEM NOW, although not all are visible to the naked eye. They are here, through you, around you, and you in them.

Without some awareness of these dimensions Continue reading

Cloud Aotearoa


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There is a little bit more than meets the eye when considering the Maori name of New Zealand, Aotearoa. This blog is an introduction to the opening up and awareness of another whole dimension, and the entering in to a new age beyond old traditional Christian thinking. Continue reading

The World Has Ended

Dear Reader,  The end of the world does not mean the end of the Earth! When checking out the origins of the phrase it is found that the end of the world refers to the (well needed) annihilation of the current political, religious and demonic systems that man has introduced upon the Earth, so it refers to the the end of that type of ‘world’.

 The Earth, which is the globe or planet that we live on, and the material our bodies are made out of, cannot end. It may change, but those changes will bring a restoration. How that fully occurs I am not sure, but the present earthquake sequences appear to be bringing the Earth into an upright position, as in a restoration or resurrection which is a part of the process. How about your personal bit of Earth?

Political and religious worlds have ended many times before, with whole thinking patterns changing, or even just being forgotten about; Continue reading