Visions this morning while praying with my beloved Judith:
An angel appears to my right front and says,
“I am Gabriel and I stand at the right hand of the Most High.”
Taller than our room and brilliant with a sword in one hand; the sword had white flames flickering or dancing on it. I do not have time to be shocked or amazed, because immediately Jesus stands to my right and speaks:
“I Am here. I knocked and you have invited Me in.”
Dazzling but so gentle, so powerful, so Love. I can only look down at his feet, marked, in sandals.
“Lord, let me feed you. Stay with us here for some time.”
“I AM here.” He says again, and there is peace, there is the quiet where I don’t recognize or hear the whining in my ear.
There is suddenly, in flames of fire, a Lion, and Holy Spirit. The same Holy Spirit I saw breathe fire over Judith.
Waves of fire come off Spirit, the Lion is next to my face, and I lower my eyes from that brilliance, and there is a horse standing next to me. I know it is Prince, I know those legs and I am standing by his left hindquarter.
A tall lanky girl is next to me lifting a small child onto the horses back. I know it is Anne even without seeing her face. She is steadying the child and saying with as much delight as the child is feeling, “See! You can hold his mane, here!” Puts the little hands on Prince’s mane, black and silver. The child is full of joy and pure happiness.
The Lion comes close to my face again, and now I am in a Narnian sea. Next to the Lion is a flaming spirit horse. The water, the sea, is dark against the fire above and around, and it’s alive with droplets and little spouts of water giggling, laughing, tickling the surface, as huge rollers come sweeping by.
I am in up to my neck as each huge wave comes sweeping by, the surface is alive with the little sprout-drops dancing on the surface in spite of its immense power. I can see myself from behind and above, very short hair shaking off the water from the last wave. It’s like some sort of liquid power or something healing. The waves are sweeping towards some shore far in the distance. There is thundering resonance felt through the water.
Immediately I returned to our prayer, again I hear
“I AM here”,
and I feel the shield again on my left arm. It is at the same time, weightless and unbelievably massive. Suddenly it changes shape and I recognize, I remember, that it has been doing this, changing shape and size, and strength and ‘weight’ or ‘mass’ for a while, and I didn’t recognize it until now. Sometimes it is long, long enough to cover my feet, sometimes very pointed; then, it can instantly become short and broad and curved over my shoulders and head. There is some sort on indent into which my left forearm and hand fit perfectly, and the ‘grasp’ on the inside is not something I am ‘holding’ or wrapping my fingers and hand around, as much as it sort of ‘becomes’ my hand. It is effortless to hold and just powerfully heavy at the same time.