I looked up at the women and children before me, my heart was broken and my body felt destroyed I could tell they felt the same way, they smiled at me. They had lost their farthers and husbands yet there seemed to be an immense sense of grace even in their loss, it amazed me. Jesus suddenly spoke "Yes you understand their feelings and they understand yours. They saw all of you from this position fight in this battle; they saw the carnal nature of their fathers, sons and brothers.
You do not identify with them they identify with you, for their hearts are broken for me, like yours. Yes they feel the loss of their relatives, yet they feel my loss more. They feel apologetic to you. I know you feel guilty that you survived and not their relatives, but that was their own selfish choice, they choose to fight their own fight you choose to defend yourself from that fight. These are now your daughters and they will call you farther."
Jesus then arose and walked back into the battle scene, he motioned for me and my fellow brother to follow him. The last thing I wanted to do was return to the Battle Scene. If there was one place I didn’t want to go this was it. Yet I knew He knew best, so we followed him.
We walked over the carnage that remained on the battle scene. We stoped somewhere in the middle, all around there were dead bodies lying everywhere, I could see that the lava I had seen earlier was still spewing out over the earth in the distance. Suddenly we noticed figures moving towards us, I knew that meant more survivors from the battle. One by one we greeted each other, bending towards each other and embracing in a brotherly gesture. Things were starting to look up, then suddenly I noticed someone I knew we greeted each other with a huge hug. We greeted the tenth man to walk towards us in the battle field, then no more came, there was twelve of us left, not many yet twelve was better than two.
Our fellow soldiers were all badly injured, like us yet there was a sense of cheer at the realisation that each other was still alive. I began to look around at my brethren. We were all wearing different coats of arms; it was almost like they represented different armies yet there was an unusual co-hesion between the colours, patterns and designs of the different coats of arms. We were somehow representing something different yet that was still the same and there was an awesome beauty when all these differences stood alongside each other.
All our armour was of an unusual design. We all had the same set of armour on yet the different pieces of armour we all had on were all different to each other. I looked at my armour, the breastplate, the helmet, the armour for the legs and the arms, the suit of chainmail underneath the armour; they all were different colours and designs. These didn’t match each other yet we all had the same differences in all our sets of armour. Individually we looked odd because of the differences yet together we all looked the same I looked at my brethren to see this unity visually it looked breathtaking.
Jesus again spoke to us "Yes as you have seen you are all wearing different sets of armour. This armour though goes up to make a strong suit. You are equipped with different pieces because you have the best that each has to offer."
He then looked around and motioned His arm in a circle as if to tell us to look to all the dead soldiers that were on the battlefield, they all had on matching armour, not everyone had the same, but everyone had on the same set, some was black, some were grey, some was bronze, some silver, some gold yet they were all the same. I then looked at what I was wearing it was black, bronze silver and gold. I truly did have on the best that all sets of armour had; it had surely protected me in the battle. It was then that I noticed each different set of armour had different weaknesses, I could see that from looking at the dead around me, none of us had the weak pieces of armour in our own sets.
Jesus again spoke "You have been wise and prudent to not wear everything that you have been given but only the best, my wish were that all had been like you."
It was then that some of us started taking of some of the armour, it was heavy and the battle, for now at least, was over and the armour weighed us down. I took my whole armour of leaving my over cloak and colours on, I then took my belt and put it back on, it was very thin, yet fine and very strong, brown in colour stitched with bronze stitching with golden ends for the buckle. My sword lay in it. It was made of pure silver, the handle of gold; it shone in the light reflecting the sun. At the end of the handle there was a nob with an exquiste design, on this were twelve small precious jewels, they were all covered in millions of millions of facets. Each Jewel was coloured differently yet each single one had different light and dark shades upon each facet together they seemed to represent every single colour that had ever been created. I took my sword; it was light yet I felt supremely invincible holding it yet it made me feel scared of its power at the same time. I put it back in its sheath; I looked at my other weapons a large crossbow, a small dagger. I put them back in their place. I noticed then that we all had different weapons, I tried to understand why but their was no uniformity in it, I then looked up to see Jesus smiling at me, he could see what I was thinking.
When the party was all ready Jesus motioned to us to look a few yards away from us. There we saw a throne, there was a small man sitting on it. We all walked over to it. The man who was sitting on it was very puny in stature, I wondered why he was sitting on a such a majestic throne, it was then that I noticed the throne it began to shine and it‘s brightness grew in intensity, it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Its light began to blind my eyes, I closed them, but they still hurt as the light eluminating from the throne shone into my eyes through my eyelids. I took my overcloak and pulled it over my eyes, they stopped hurting and I opened them to see the throne, it was the Throne of God.
Anti-Jesus
Jesus then spoke "Remember what Paul said about this throne"
I nodded at Jesus and replied "Yes the man of lawlessness, the anti-Christ."
He nodded back to me.
The man sitting in the chair indeed was the man of lawlessness, the anti-Christ; he had taken the throne of God and put himself upon it.
"This is dangerous" Jesus said, "You must understand that this man here upon my Fathers Throne Is not the Man of Sin John wrote of but is a personification of the man of sin. My people are waiting for this Anti-Christ to appear that they may do as Paul commanded, flee from him. Yet this anti-Christ is not a person put a spirit, a spirit that is prevalent in the man of sin, which is prevalent in my church today. That is why one of your brothers put himself upon my Father's throne. The anti-Christ spirit is in him, more so than the spirit of my Farther, yet he is not THE man of sin. He is no better or worse than any other of these here on this battlefield, in fact he is no better or worse than you. He is just the unfortunate soul sat on this throne. The world belongs to Satan, and his spirit is prevalent in your world especially at this time. Only those, like you who flee from it and seek my Father's Holy Spirit will be free from it. Yes there is an Anti-Christ, but he is yet to come, my fear is that all your brothers and sisters of the world watch to see who he is yet give in to his Spirit daily, is there any point in watching for him when you give into his spirit daily. No, flee, return and repent."
I then looked at this man closely it was then I realized he was meant to be one of us. He had most of the right armour on, little was missing, and he had a glorious looking coat of arms and awesome weapons. I removed some of the armour to understand this man fully, it was then that I gave across some mortal wounds many were still open and those that had healed had venomous scabs, these were covered with carnal armour, which I knew had kept him alive. He may have been alive put this armour was of Satan not God’s, even though it kept him alive, I knew he also had to live by it. It was then that I understood how he came to be on this throne. I picked him up across my shoulders walking a few steps then laid him on the field of battle. I motioned for the others to pick the throne up; we were going to take it home.
You do not identify with them they identify with you, for their hearts are broken for me, like yours. Yes they feel the loss of their relatives, yet they feel my loss more. They feel apologetic to you. I know you feel guilty that you survived and not their relatives, but that was their own selfish choice, they choose to fight their own fight you choose to defend yourself from that fight. These are now your daughters and they will call you farther."
Jesus then arose and walked back into the battle scene, he motioned for me and my fellow brother to follow him. The last thing I wanted to do was return to the Battle Scene. If there was one place I didn’t want to go this was it. Yet I knew He knew best, so we followed him.
We walked over the carnage that remained on the battle scene. We stoped somewhere in the middle, all around there were dead bodies lying everywhere, I could see that the lava I had seen earlier was still spewing out over the earth in the distance. Suddenly we noticed figures moving towards us, I knew that meant more survivors from the battle. One by one we greeted each other, bending towards each other and embracing in a brotherly gesture. Things were starting to look up, then suddenly I noticed someone I knew we greeted each other with a huge hug. We greeted the tenth man to walk towards us in the battle field, then no more came, there was twelve of us left, not many yet twelve was better than two.
Our fellow soldiers were all badly injured, like us yet there was a sense of cheer at the realisation that each other was still alive. I began to look around at my brethren. We were all wearing different coats of arms; it was almost like they represented different armies yet there was an unusual co-hesion between the colours, patterns and designs of the different coats of arms. We were somehow representing something different yet that was still the same and there was an awesome beauty when all these differences stood alongside each other.
All our armour was of an unusual design. We all had the same set of armour on yet the different pieces of armour we all had on were all different to each other. I looked at my armour, the breastplate, the helmet, the armour for the legs and the arms, the suit of chainmail underneath the armour; they all were different colours and designs. These didn’t match each other yet we all had the same differences in all our sets of armour. Individually we looked odd because of the differences yet together we all looked the same I looked at my brethren to see this unity visually it looked breathtaking.
Jesus again spoke to us "Yes as you have seen you are all wearing different sets of armour. This armour though goes up to make a strong suit. You are equipped with different pieces because you have the best that each has to offer."
He then looked around and motioned His arm in a circle as if to tell us to look to all the dead soldiers that were on the battlefield, they all had on matching armour, not everyone had the same, but everyone had on the same set, some was black, some were grey, some was bronze, some silver, some gold yet they were all the same. I then looked at what I was wearing it was black, bronze silver and gold. I truly did have on the best that all sets of armour had; it had surely protected me in the battle. It was then that I noticed each different set of armour had different weaknesses, I could see that from looking at the dead around me, none of us had the weak pieces of armour in our own sets.
Jesus again spoke "You have been wise and prudent to not wear everything that you have been given but only the best, my wish were that all had been like you."
It was then that some of us started taking of some of the armour, it was heavy and the battle, for now at least, was over and the armour weighed us down. I took my whole armour of leaving my over cloak and colours on, I then took my belt and put it back on, it was very thin, yet fine and very strong, brown in colour stitched with bronze stitching with golden ends for the buckle. My sword lay in it. It was made of pure silver, the handle of gold; it shone in the light reflecting the sun. At the end of the handle there was a nob with an exquiste design, on this were twelve small precious jewels, they were all covered in millions of millions of facets. Each Jewel was coloured differently yet each single one had different light and dark shades upon each facet together they seemed to represent every single colour that had ever been created. I took my sword; it was light yet I felt supremely invincible holding it yet it made me feel scared of its power at the same time. I put it back in its sheath; I looked at my other weapons a large crossbow, a small dagger. I put them back in their place. I noticed then that we all had different weapons, I tried to understand why but their was no uniformity in it, I then looked up to see Jesus smiling at me, he could see what I was thinking.
When the party was all ready Jesus motioned to us to look a few yards away from us. There we saw a throne, there was a small man sitting on it. We all walked over to it. The man who was sitting on it was very puny in stature, I wondered why he was sitting on a such a majestic throne, it was then that I noticed the throne it began to shine and it‘s brightness grew in intensity, it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Its light began to blind my eyes, I closed them, but they still hurt as the light eluminating from the throne shone into my eyes through my eyelids. I took my overcloak and pulled it over my eyes, they stopped hurting and I opened them to see the throne, it was the Throne of God.
Anti-Jesus
Jesus then spoke "Remember what Paul said about this throne"
I nodded at Jesus and replied "Yes the man of lawlessness, the anti-Christ."
He nodded back to me.
The man sitting in the chair indeed was the man of lawlessness, the anti-Christ; he had taken the throne of God and put himself upon it.
"This is dangerous" Jesus said, "You must understand that this man here upon my Fathers Throne Is not the Man of Sin John wrote of but is a personification of the man of sin. My people are waiting for this Anti-Christ to appear that they may do as Paul commanded, flee from him. Yet this anti-Christ is not a person put a spirit, a spirit that is prevalent in the man of sin, which is prevalent in my church today. That is why one of your brothers put himself upon my Father's throne. The anti-Christ spirit is in him, more so than the spirit of my Farther, yet he is not THE man of sin. He is no better or worse than any other of these here on this battlefield, in fact he is no better or worse than you. He is just the unfortunate soul sat on this throne. The world belongs to Satan, and his spirit is prevalent in your world especially at this time. Only those, like you who flee from it and seek my Father's Holy Spirit will be free from it. Yes there is an Anti-Christ, but he is yet to come, my fear is that all your brothers and sisters of the world watch to see who he is yet give in to his Spirit daily, is there any point in watching for him when you give into his spirit daily. No, flee, return and repent."
I then looked at this man closely it was then I realized he was meant to be one of us. He had most of the right armour on, little was missing, and he had a glorious looking coat of arms and awesome weapons. I removed some of the armour to understand this man fully, it was then that I gave across some mortal wounds many were still open and those that had healed had venomous scabs, these were covered with carnal armour, which I knew had kept him alive. He may have been alive put this armour was of Satan not God’s, even though it kept him alive, I knew he also had to live by it. It was then that I understood how he came to be on this throne. I picked him up across my shoulders walking a few steps then laid him on the field of battle. I motioned for the others to pick the throne up; we were going to take it home.
