In the first world war, Britain entered because of an ultimatum we sent to Germany over the invasion of Belgium. In the second world war, we entered because of another ultimatum, this time against Germany’s accession of Poland. This began on 3rd September 1939. I was only eight at the time, but I can still remember hearing the news bulletin on the radio, and the war years living in London during the blitz are ever with me in memory. I can recall my parents’ feelings of horror when we learned of the impending fate of our men in France in May 1940, being surrounded by the advancing German army with no apparent way of escape. It seemed that all hope was lost.
But King George VIth called the nation to a day of prayer. It was like the first world war all over again. In answer to the fervent prayers offered up by thousands of people, there was a divine intervention, not so much by angelic beings displaying themselves visibly this time, but in another way.
Britain had organised what was known as “Operation Dynamo”, in which all those who owned boats of seaworthy condition were made ready to sail across the Channel on May 29th 1940, to evacuate our men from Dunkirk. It was an act of desperation, and many casualties were expected as a result of German air activity in the region. But the Lord caused a mist to shroud the Channel throughout the operation, and all these hundreds of boats were able to bring back 338,226 Allied troops from Dunkirk between 29th May and 4th June. Had it not been for that mist, we should have been as sitting ducks waiting to be picked off by the Luftwaffe. God had heard our prayers and answered in the best possible way. It was not that we were more righteous than the German people. But in our distress we did the right thing. We called upon the only One who could help, and He came to our assistance. An evil power had taken over Germany, using black magic to reinforce its evil ways, and though it was allowed a time to operate, it had to be brought to an end.
Britain prepared for war out of a state of almost total unreadiness. But in 1944 the country was ready to attack instead of defend. The D-Day forces were ready. A ship was ready to take a Pipe Line Under The Ocean (PLUTO) from Fawley Refinery in Southampton to France, so that the invading forces could have a continuous supply of fuel. The nation had little idea of what was going on, but there was much prayer being offered at this time. And then on 6th June 1944, our forces moved across the Channel, and it was announced over the radio. My father was amongst those to go, and he knew when it would be, but never breathed a word to us at home during his last (embarkation) leave. But he did say that King George VIth had visited the camp wherethey were, and had shaken hands with all the Tommies. We knew that something was soon to break.
I would now like to quote from the book by W.B.Grant, entitled “We Have a Guardian.” I referred to this in an earlier chapter in connection with the Angels of Mons.
“Since the days of Noah the rainbow has been a sign in remembrance of God’sjudgment upon the wicked and His promise of future mercy. It is therefore of interest that features of the “shoulder flash” worn by officers and personnel attached to Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force in 1944 were a rainbow and a sword. This badge was described by THE SUNDAY TIMES thus:
The shield-shaped cloth patch with a black background, representing the darkness of Nazi oppression, bears the Crusader’s sword of liberation with the red flames of avenging justice leaping from its hilt. Above the sword is a rainbow, emblematic of hope, containing all the colours of which Allied flags are composed.
In a most singular manner, the rainbow was further associated with the Invasion Forces when on D-Day, as the combined British and Unites States Army of Liberation landed on the Normandy beaches, a magnificent bow was arched over the battle area. The following account of the phenomenon was given in THE SPHERE on 26th June 1944:
Lately there has been talk in some parts of the country about signs in the sky. The one depicted by our artist in this drawing was witnessed over the Invasion area at dawn on D-Day. The rainbow spread right across the combat zone in brilliant colours, only fading from sight after thousands of our men had seen it and been heartened by its appearance at the outset of the great adventure. One aeroplane crew reported that they had flown through the middle of it whilst carrying out a bombing mission over the beaches. It stood out as plain as could be. “I watched it for quite a while,” said the aircraft’s gunner. Below him at the moment was the whole panorama of the invasion, withvessels crowding in on the beaches, gun-flashes and bomb-bursts all along the coast and fleets of aircraft flying over to cover the ground forces. Coming at the precise moment when it did, the rainbow of invasion morn might rank with the Angels of Mons of the first world war.”
W.B.Grant finished his account by saying that at the D-Day celebrations 40 years on in 1984, the country failed to give God the glory for preservation and eventual victory in time of war.
After reading the account of how an aircraft flew right through the “rainbow”, I can only conclude that it couldn’t have been due to rain at all, because no one can ever reach a rainbow, due to the manner of its formation. Hence this BOW, or coloured arch across the sky was undoubtedly a heavenly sign given to the invading forces. And the speed with which the invading forces moved across Europe was staggering. By September 8th Paris and Brussels had been liberated. On March 7th the following year the Allies moved into Germany. Hitler committed suicide on April 30th, and Germany surrendered on May 7th 1945. And that was VE day, “Victory in Europe.” Later in the year, on August 15th, victory was achieved over Japan. The war was over. The time for assessment had begun.
As a footnote to this chapter we might well remember that Adolph Hitler had been indulging in various forms of occult activity for years before he emerged as leader of Nazi Germany. We have had occasion to mention that he kept a copy of Madame Blavatsky’s book by his bedside. It held its place along with that other destructive volume, Karl Marx’s “Das Kapital.” These two books provided Hitler with all he wanted to know. They gave him the concepts of a super-race, of Aryan dominance, and a hatred of Jewry. Put those two ideas together, and they form the impetus for all his atrocities. That is why he had to be destroyed. His ideology was not shared by all the German people.
In those years before the outbreak of war in 1939, Germany was flooded with large posters of Hitler. His face was seen everywhere. Now, in 2001, I understand that the face of the Maitreya is being displayed on huge posters in London. This shadowy figure is emerging out of occult darkness to stand on the world stage. Some have even dubbed him the Antichrist. It remains to be seen just what will happen. One thing is certain. Christians cannot afford to shrug their shoulders and ignore all the signs. A Third World War may not be on the horizon, but Satan has other devices for the destruction of mankind. Whereas the second world war was a technological war, the third world war is more likely to be a supernatural war. If this proves correct, we as a nation will be even less prepared for its outbreak than in 1939.
To finish this chapter, I should like to append some lines that were found in the Bible of Major Malcolm Boyle, who was killed in action after landing in France on “D day”, June 1944.
If I should never see the Moon again
Rising red gold across the harvest field,
Or feel the stinging of soft April rain
As the brown earth her hidden treasures yield,
If I should never taste the salt sea spray
As the ship beats her course against the breeze,
Or smell the dog rose or the new-mown hay,
Or moss and primrose beneath the tree,
If I should never hear the thrushes wake
Long before the sunrise in the glimmering dawn,
Or watch the huge Atlantic rollers break
Against the rugged cliffs in baffling scorn,
If I have said goodbye to stream and wood,
To the wide ocean and the green clad hill,
I know that He who made this world so good,
Has somewhere made a heaven better still.
This I bear witness with my latest breath,
Knowing the love of God, I fear not death.