I found myself on the Hill again. I looked out onto the rolling hills as I had done many times before, I noticed this time I was standing alone and I was dressed for battle.
There was a dark grey cloud that hung over the scenery. It was hanging so low that it felt like at any moment it would burst.
I could see that in the town there was a war raging on as smoke and flames arose I looked to the left at the City still glorious and splendid but while i was staring at it i was shocked to find a bellow of what appeared to be smoke to bellowing up from it.
I then saw a break in the heavens and a host of angels, riding horses and chariots broke the cloud as they descended.
Just then I was then in the midst of a battle. I could see many host of angels and men. They were fighting each other, the angels held mighty swords that were ablaze with fire as I could hear the crashing of weapons.
Just then I seemed to vanish from the scene and reappear for the next moment I was lying on the floor somewhat rather dazed. I looked to see an angel stood over me, pinning me to the floor with a spear. He stared at me intently and just before I could think what I should do he removed the spear and then with a mighty flex of his arm thrust it into me.
Again I seemed to drift away and then come back, I was dazed. I arched my neck and I could see the shape of a tree ablaze. It flickered many shades of orange, yellow and red. Just then I seemed to regain my vision and composure. I saw the tree, huge in splendour ablaze with an equally splendid blaze, I could not tell if the tree was really on fire or that this was something else maybe like the bush Moses saw burning.
I looked up to see the angel. He reached over me and held out his arm. I grasped his hand firmly and he pulled me straight up to my feet.
"We must go" he said "for this is the great and terrible day of the Lord."
I turned to see that there was a step that appeared in front of me. The angel led me to the step. It was opaque and yet it seemed like it was made of a mighty large granite like stone, ancient and regal looking. I reached out with my leg to climb the step which was quite an effort because the top of the step was just above my knees. As I took that step another step appeared in front of us. The angel continued as though I wasn't there occasionally turning around to check I was following. As we climbed we reached higher and higher until I could see the full extent of the battle in front of me. Everywhere were just angels and men fighting, the higher we climbed the smaller they became but the more I could see until there were many, many multitudes of both, that covered the landscape as far as I could see until it became like all I could see was an ocean of bodies both light and dark, one shining like the sun, one dull and dimmed like the sky at the setting of the sun.
Then I found myself in the city it was filmed with an eeary calm, I looked around it was deserted. The angel led me to the great tower, down a long straight road through what was seemingly once a town but this wasn't, this was a ghost town. As we approached he left me and began to walk up the steps, before I could question what I should do he turned and nodded. I could see there was two queues up the steps and I joined one of the queues and waited.
As as I stood in the queue I looked to my left. The queue to the left appeared somewhat different to the one I was standing in to the right. The left appeared to be for prisioners.
There was a fear that filled the air almost like it lofted of the people in the queue to the left and blew across to those in the right. Those in this queue were wearing ruined, ripped and battered clothing. It appeared to me they were potentially minners who had been working their whole live in ordinary clothes which were now so dark and burned you could barely see what they originally wore.
They were slouched with their head bowed in defeat, just hanging in shame. They wore chains around their ankles and their wrists, unclean and unshaven like I had never seen before. They would occasionally lift their hands and appeared to be irritated by any sunlight.
Suddenly I found myself at the front of the queue at the last step before the entrance to the tower. Just then I heard coming from the 14 angels a mighty blow of their trumpets and the gigantic stone doors were opened before me. I stepped up and made my way to the entrance and walked into what I now knew to be the first room.
As I walked in the doors shut behind me. There was a dim glow as I looked at the sea of glass in front of me. A feeling then suddenly just came all over me. A feeling of great joy that I was back in this room.
I made my way to the wall and touched it, great light shot out of it in many colours like a rainbow only much better because all spectrums and shades of each 7 colour shone in a brilliance which again just filled me with great joy.
I felt so happy to be here, again. Just then there was a great commotion.
Turning I noticed I was not alone and heard the sound of a voice shouting at me "stop it, stop doing that."
I leaned to see the twisted look on the face of someone in the dim light. My hand still on the stone I starred at him. The commotion continued and I now became annoyed but I could see on his face a total look of fear that I recognised from before only just multiplied many, many times. There was something about him, the position of his body just shreaked out in the uttermost pain but at the same time completely submissive to both what was happening and what had happened to him as if he could do absolutely nothing about it.
I turned back but he began to hiss at me and soon others him joined him. I turned and leaned towards him again and gestured at him as if to say 'stop me if you want but i'm not going to stop'. He recoiled from me, stepping back until he could step back no longer and curling his body into a ball while standing which was some feat in itself.
I turned back and returned to the wall. I began to play with the stone and the light that eminated from it.
Just then I could see words that magically lit up as someone had just written in the stone, then they suddenly seemed to jump out of the stone and then after a moment return and I read:
Then they disappeared.
i could still hear murmerring behind me, i tried to ignore until i could stand it no longer and great annoyance bubbled up until I suddenly leaned round. i then realised looking around no-one knew what they were here for and more importantly no-one realised where they in fact were. I remembered my first visit here - and I could smell that same feeling in the air - pure fear!
I spoke saying "You know what this day is don't you?" only to be met by silence "It is the great and terrible day of the Lord!"
"Liar, liar" came a voice from the back, I began to move to the voice and there was much shuffling and more murmerring as bodies seem to involuntarily oscillate like someone was shaking them just before the room seemed to break out into a sea of confusion and chaos and just then at the very moment it felt like a bomb was about to go off an angel appeared to break the tension - everyone stopped and the room became as if full of stone not people.
Pointing at me he said "he's one of them, he'll do he's next. I stepped in to the next room and waited. Just then I heard a voice in stepped an angel that said "this one is a trouble maker."
I looked up to see the angel that had led me here smiling at me. He greated me with a big hug. Then continued
"Indeed it is a great and terrible day as you've seen, for some it is great for others terrible."
He then began to look at me, tugging at my clothing, filtering through the layers and examining the clothing. I was dressed ready for war, as he was doing this I felt regal as he looked, then ummed and arghed and seem to ultimately be satisfied until he tugged at an under guarment and spoke:"
"This is your coat of white, this is why you are here. This simgnifies that you are one of the chosen ones, this is why you are."
I stepped into the throne room, it was more glorious and magnificient then it had appeared before. It felt like this was the best day of any day of my life. I began to walk toward the throne. It felt like the greatest walk of my life. This room was like I had never seen it before. I could see the millions of seats that seemed to echo. I looked to my left and it was completely full as if the whole of heaven was here for this moment. I looked to the right where I had seen where the greatest saints of history sat. It was fuller than it had been before yet there were many more seats yet to be filled.
My attention that was caught to Jesus, he was now right in front of me sitting on his throne. He stood and walking toward me embraced me "Hello friend" he stated "you must now receive my judgement"
I was handed a scroll by an angel which I opened and unravelled, it was blank, the angel spoke "Washed clean by the blood of the lamb"
I smiled, being in this place again brought me such joy and I began to see that the whole of heaven responded to my joy with joy.
Jesus then arose again. Beckoning me to walk with him he said to me "You know why you are here don't you?" I nodded "Let mm show where you sit" he continued
He sat me at a seat, I was overwhelmed to be seated in this place. I pondered my emotions. An angel then came and sat next to me, in silence he just sat there. I looked at him he seemed more overwhelmed than I felt.
Jesus then began to speak to me "he is overwhelmed, his witness is to your witness, his testimony is to your testimony" i looked over at the angel I had never seen an angel like this before - so overcome with emotion. Such a great and mighty creature, pondering this i realised that he was i might call my guardian angel. I starred at him so mighty and yet dressed in such humility that it just crushed me deep inside. I looked back at Jesus He was smiling not a me i realised, nor the angel but He was smiling back at both of us. I turned to look at the Angel sobbing His heart out, I had never seen an angel cry before, it touched me deeply.
There was a dark grey cloud that hung over the scenery. It was hanging so low that it felt like at any moment it would burst.
I could see that in the town there was a war raging on as smoke and flames arose I looked to the left at the City still glorious and splendid but while i was staring at it i was shocked to find a bellow of what appeared to be smoke to bellowing up from it.
I then saw a break in the heavens and a host of angels, riding horses and chariots broke the cloud as they descended.
Just then I was then in the midst of a battle. I could see many host of angels and men. They were fighting each other, the angels held mighty swords that were ablaze with fire as I could hear the crashing of weapons.
Just then I seemed to vanish from the scene and reappear for the next moment I was lying on the floor somewhat rather dazed. I looked to see an angel stood over me, pinning me to the floor with a spear. He stared at me intently and just before I could think what I should do he removed the spear and then with a mighty flex of his arm thrust it into me.
Again I seemed to drift away and then come back, I was dazed. I arched my neck and I could see the shape of a tree ablaze. It flickered many shades of orange, yellow and red. Just then I seemed to regain my vision and composure. I saw the tree, huge in splendour ablaze with an equally splendid blaze, I could not tell if the tree was really on fire or that this was something else maybe like the bush Moses saw burning.
I looked up to see the angel. He reached over me and held out his arm. I grasped his hand firmly and he pulled me straight up to my feet.
"We must go" he said "for this is the great and terrible day of the Lord."
I turned to see that there was a step that appeared in front of me. The angel led me to the step. It was opaque and yet it seemed like it was made of a mighty large granite like stone, ancient and regal looking. I reached out with my leg to climb the step which was quite an effort because the top of the step was just above my knees. As I took that step another step appeared in front of us. The angel continued as though I wasn't there occasionally turning around to check I was following. As we climbed we reached higher and higher until I could see the full extent of the battle in front of me. Everywhere were just angels and men fighting, the higher we climbed the smaller they became but the more I could see until there were many, many multitudes of both, that covered the landscape as far as I could see until it became like all I could see was an ocean of bodies both light and dark, one shining like the sun, one dull and dimmed like the sky at the setting of the sun.
Then I found myself in the city it was filmed with an eeary calm, I looked around it was deserted. The angel led me to the great tower, down a long straight road through what was seemingly once a town but this wasn't, this was a ghost town. As we approached he left me and began to walk up the steps, before I could question what I should do he turned and nodded. I could see there was two queues up the steps and I joined one of the queues and waited.
As as I stood in the queue I looked to my left. The queue to the left appeared somewhat different to the one I was standing in to the right. The left appeared to be for prisioners.
There was a fear that filled the air almost like it lofted of the people in the queue to the left and blew across to those in the right. Those in this queue were wearing ruined, ripped and battered clothing. It appeared to me they were potentially minners who had been working their whole live in ordinary clothes which were now so dark and burned you could barely see what they originally wore.
They were slouched with their head bowed in defeat, just hanging in shame. They wore chains around their ankles and their wrists, unclean and unshaven like I had never seen before. They would occasionally lift their hands and appeared to be irritated by any sunlight.
Suddenly I found myself at the front of the queue at the last step before the entrance to the tower. Just then I heard coming from the 14 angels a mighty blow of their trumpets and the gigantic stone doors were opened before me. I stepped up and made my way to the entrance and walked into what I now knew to be the first room.
As I walked in the doors shut behind me. There was a dim glow as I looked at the sea of glass in front of me. A feeling then suddenly just came all over me. A feeling of great joy that I was back in this room.
I made my way to the wall and touched it, great light shot out of it in many colours like a rainbow only much better because all spectrums and shades of each 7 colour shone in a brilliance which again just filled me with great joy.
I felt so happy to be here, again. Just then there was a great commotion.
Turning I noticed I was not alone and heard the sound of a voice shouting at me "stop it, stop doing that."
I leaned to see the twisted look on the face of someone in the dim light. My hand still on the stone I starred at him. The commotion continued and I now became annoyed but I could see on his face a total look of fear that I recognised from before only just multiplied many, many times. There was something about him, the position of his body just shreaked out in the uttermost pain but at the same time completely submissive to both what was happening and what had happened to him as if he could do absolutely nothing about it.
I turned back but he began to hiss at me and soon others him joined him. I turned and leaned towards him again and gestured at him as if to say 'stop me if you want but i'm not going to stop'. He recoiled from me, stepping back until he could step back no longer and curling his body into a ball while standing which was some feat in itself.
I turned back and returned to the wall. I began to play with the stone and the light that eminated from it.
Just then I could see words that magically lit up as someone had just written in the stone, then they suddenly seemed to jump out of the stone and then after a moment return and I read:
"Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words."
Then they disappeared.
i could still hear murmerring behind me, i tried to ignore until i could stand it no longer and great annoyance bubbled up until I suddenly leaned round. i then realised looking around no-one knew what they were here for and more importantly no-one realised where they in fact were. I remembered my first visit here - and I could smell that same feeling in the air - pure fear!
I spoke saying "You know what this day is don't you?" only to be met by silence "It is the great and terrible day of the Lord!"
"Liar, liar" came a voice from the back, I began to move to the voice and there was much shuffling and more murmerring as bodies seem to involuntarily oscillate like someone was shaking them just before the room seemed to break out into a sea of confusion and chaos and just then at the very moment it felt like a bomb was about to go off an angel appeared to break the tension - everyone stopped and the room became as if full of stone not people.
Pointing at me he said "he's one of them, he'll do he's next. I stepped in to the next room and waited. Just then I heard a voice in stepped an angel that said "this one is a trouble maker."
I looked up to see the angel that had led me here smiling at me. He greated me with a big hug. Then continued
"Indeed it is a great and terrible day as you've seen, for some it is great for others terrible."
He then began to look at me, tugging at my clothing, filtering through the layers and examining the clothing. I was dressed ready for war, as he was doing this I felt regal as he looked, then ummed and arghed and seem to ultimately be satisfied until he tugged at an under guarment and spoke:"
"This is your coat of white, this is why you are here. This simgnifies that you are one of the chosen ones, this is why you are."
I stepped into the throne room, it was more glorious and magnificient then it had appeared before. It felt like this was the best day of any day of my life. I began to walk toward the throne. It felt like the greatest walk of my life. This room was like I had never seen it before. I could see the millions of seats that seemed to echo. I looked to my left and it was completely full as if the whole of heaven was here for this moment. I looked to the right where I had seen where the greatest saints of history sat. It was fuller than it had been before yet there were many more seats yet to be filled.
My attention that was caught to Jesus, he was now right in front of me sitting on his throne. He stood and walking toward me embraced me "Hello friend" he stated "you must now receive my judgement"
I was handed a scroll by an angel which I opened and unravelled, it was blank, the angel spoke "Washed clean by the blood of the lamb"
I smiled, being in this place again brought me such joy and I began to see that the whole of heaven responded to my joy with joy.
Jesus then arose again. Beckoning me to walk with him he said to me "You know why you are here don't you?" I nodded "Let mm show where you sit" he continued
He sat me at a seat, I was overwhelmed to be seated in this place. I pondered my emotions. An angel then came and sat next to me, in silence he just sat there. I looked at him he seemed more overwhelmed than I felt.
Jesus then began to speak to me "he is overwhelmed, his witness is to your witness, his testimony is to your testimony" i looked over at the angel I had never seen an angel like this before - so overcome with emotion. Such a great and mighty creature, pondering this i realised that he was i might call my guardian angel. I starred at him so mighty and yet dressed in such humility that it just crushed me deep inside. I looked back at Jesus He was smiling not a me i realised, nor the angel but He was smiling back at both of us. I turned to look at the Angel sobbing His heart out, I had never seen an angel cry before, it touched me deeply.
