THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF KEITH MALCOLM HUNT #24

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF

KEITH MALCOLM HUNT #24

The  fall  of  2012  had  arrived,  and  as  planned  two  years  earlier,  it  was  time  to  move  my  Goldie  to  Moose  Hill  Ranch.

All  went  very  normal,  and  Goldie  settled  down  into  her  new  home  she  would  have  until  I  or  her  died. I  never  thought  it  would  be  me  to  die  before  her,  as  I  knew  I  had  much  more  work  to  do  for  the  Lord.  But  I  also  never  expected  my  beautiful  child-hood  dream  horse  would  die  at  21  years  of  age.

But  that  is  once  more  getting  ahead  of  things.

Nothing  unusual  happened  over  the  winter  of  2012/13— nothing  usual  in  the  way  of  my  secular  life  teaching  the  guitar  and  working  with  Goldie.  The  work  of  the  Lord  was  going  along  fine  also,  with  me  that  is.  I  was  dismayed  at  the  offshoots  of  the  Radio  Church  of  God;  they  were  stuck  in  a  rut,  no  moving  into  more  truth  at  all,  they  were  hanging  onto  the  coat  tail  of  their  founder  Herbert  W.  Armstrong.  They  have  never  admitted  HWA  turned  the  church  into  a cult— they  still  do  not  admit  it.

The  Spring  of  2013  was  interesting  in  one  way  with  my  Goldie.  The ramp  up  into  the  Brenderup   one  horse  trailer,  had  slats  on,  rubber  ridges  horizontally,  to  help  secure  a  horse’s  hoofs.  999  horses  out  of  a thousand  would  have  no  trouble  with  them;  but  with  Goldie …. she  was  the  one  in  a  thousand  horses that  had  big  trouble  with  them.  If  her  foot  was  only  partly  on  one  slat  and  it  slipped,  she  would  bolt  backwards  as  fast  as  she  could  down  the  ramp.  She  hated  those  rubber  slats!

There  was  only  one  thing  to  do— remove  them.

The Brenderup  trailer  is  made  of  the  very  best material.  Getting  those  rubber  slats  off  would  not  be  easy  or  quick.  I  had  my  heavy  sand-grinder  out  and  working  away  at  sanding  them  off.  The  resident  instructor  in  riding  and  jumping  for  the  Moose  Hill  Ranch  was  riding  by  and  asked  what  I  was  doing.  I  explained.

“O  do  not  think  that  is  the  problem  Keith.”

I  told  her  Goldie  hates  those  ridges.

Four  hours  later  when  I  had  sanded  them  off,  and  put  Goldie  in   and  out  a  number  of  times,  the  instructor  rode  by  again.

“Well  Goldie  loves  it  now,  ridges  gone”  I  told  her.

“Okay,  you  know  your  horse”  she  answered.

“Yes  I  do  indeed” 

And  after  that  Goldie  had  no  issue  with  that  ramp.

As usual during those early years of the decade 2010-2020, we had more so-called “prophets” giving this and that year, or month of a year, to this and that particular prophecy in the Bible. I wrote on my website, they were false prophets who had no clue about end-time Bible prophecy—— and I was again correct!

Such are the prophetic visions of false prophets— “O I had this dream last night” or “God has spoken to me to tell you this prophecy, and Jesus is coming soon.”  Ya,  you  younger  ones,  say  under  40,  such prophets have been saying since the 1960s [in 1961 I came to Canada and was listening to them on the radio], that Jesus is coming soon. They are guessing and of course wishing Jesus is coming soon; the reality is, certain prophecies have to come to pass before Jesus will return. The forming of the “king of the south” [Daniel 11: 40-45] must happen, and at present [June 2021] it is far from forming; yes it could form quickly, but there also has to be a “king of the north” that is “pushed” at by the king of the south [Egypt and her allies], and after those two Empires have form, who knows how many years before the king of the south pushes at the northern king [Germany and her Europe allies]. It could be years, many or few, before that prophecy takes place.

Most of all those who keep saying over and over, like a parrot talking away, Jesus is coming soon, really think  it is in a year or two or three. Of course those people link this “phrase” with the “secret” rapture.  But in 10 years time they will still be saying it like a broken record, stuck in its groove.

During the first and second decade of the new millennium I was also busy working for a local Community Center.  Still  working  for  them  in 2021. I started out doing may jobs for them, under all the different functions they have. And being on duty or call when they rent out their hall to various groups from weddings to funnels, anniversaries to graduations, to just fun nights of all kinds. I did the snow removal and grass cutting in winters and summers.  Wow….when I think about all of that that I did for them, it was a lot. Not as much today as they have grown and hired contractors to do the large jobs; the board of directors know Keith will not be around forever. So as I get older I don’t mind doing less work for them. 

It was the summer of 2014, June the 29th to be exact. I was helping a lady with her horses and the phone rang. It was the 24/7 Care Facility where my Dad was living. They were phoning to say it looked like my Dad was age the verge of death. They said they were making him as comfortable as possible. The next day June 30, they called me to say my Dad had died in his restful sleep.

It was now time for me to clear things and start to thinking about taking my Dad’s and Mom’s ashes back to our country village in Wales.  It was the following summer of 2015 that I would undertake that important job. And as I’ve told you it all went like clock-work, right down to driving from London in a rented car and arriving right on time, with 10 minutes of 2 pm, when I told the village council men I would arrive at the grave sight, which is about 60 yards away from the house I was born in— 8 Lewis Road, Crynant.

I was so pleased I could do all my Dad wanted me to do. I will sure look forward when my parents will rise in that great white throne resurrection of Revelation 20. And they will stand up in that grave spot and I will walk to them and we shall cry with hugs to see each other once more. Dad will know I fulfilled his wishes.

On the way back to Canada, the plane we were to fly back on had some mechanical trouble. They gave us all $30 and we had to wait 6 hours for another plane from another company to arrive, to fly us home to Calgary.

I remember the first hour or so very vividly. The clouds were scattered, so we could see down to the land below us. What beautiful green farm land it was, picture perfect is England and Wales. But entering flying space above Scotland—— O what a change; much of Scotland is wild barren country and very un-green. No wonder I thought the Romans were not that interested in settling in Scotland; and the Picts and Scots were fierce fighters, defeating the Romans many times. The Picts were actually the same people as the North American Indians, and used poison arrows to kill their  enemies. One huge Roman army [many thousands] went into Scotland and were never heard from or seen again. It was general Adrian who built a wall across England to keep the Picts and Scots coming down and driving the Romans back to Europe. O yes those Indian Picts left for North America or were assimilated into the Celtic people over time.

I’ve never been to Scotland, does have some nice spots, but from the sky seeing it, not in a hurry to visit, probably will never do so.

The plane was going to fly over Iceland and the south  tip of Greenland. Over Greenland it was snow and ice for as far as I could see east and west.  It is one massive snow land.

The flight was smooth and all went well right back to Calgary.

I was forgetting—— I must take you back to 2013.  I was returning home from my guitar teaching job, and was stopped by police ahead of me. I asked what was going on. 

“Take a look at the river to your right. Have you ever seen it that high, ever?”

The river was only feet away from the top of the bridge I would normally take to get home.

It was the greatest flood Calgary had ever seen since becoming a town and then a city The local First Nations people also had no record of Calgary area ever being flooded. It was the first time in Calgary history that a part of the city had to be evacuated.  It was record setting, and the houses and parks flooded was unreal, just mind-numbing.

The city is still building structures to prevent it ever happening again. It was also a flood  disaster for some other towns west and south of Calgary.

One structure yet to be built may close down the Moose Hill Ranch, and we are all then looking for another place to board our horses. Mary the ranch owner has been fighting it hard, very hard. I do not see why they have to take her ranch. We are supposed to know the decision by the end of summer.

Fortunately for me, I was living in a part of the flooded area up on a hill, about 100 feet above the river. Those on the other side were river level and were flooded out.

You can probably find pictures and articles on the Internet concerning Calgary’s 2013 great flood.

The Moose Hill Ranch just escaped being flooded, the river came just a few feet below the pasture lands and the large indoor arena. It was a close call for all of us as we held our breath and said some prayers.

Through the last part of the second decade of the 21st century, it was good and nothing of any large significance secular wise or religious wise occurred.

My website was flying high; all was going well with my horse Goldie, as I taught her “Barrel racing” “Pole bending” and of course let her enjoy flying fast on some areas that were safe.

During the decade of 2010 to 2020, I attended some Feast of Tabernacle sites here and there. The most distant one being in Collingwood, Ontario, with the Canada Church of God. Was with them twice and brought some sermons.

And so that pretty well brings us to 2021.

A little more and we are up-to-date.

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To be continued