I am awakened very early in the morning – is it 2 or 3am? In the darkness there is some sort of living vision, there is rocking turbulence, a massive explosion or earthquake under the sea, and I was nearly seasick from the motion, roiling and sloshing – yet there was some sort of horizon that I could focus on, a thin golden line. The massive tremor or shaking and sloshing subsided, which was followed immediately by another, smaller one.
Where is this, Lord? What is it, an earthquake, a landslide, a tsunami?
Restless, sleepless until shortly after 5am, and I get up, get dressed and go out walking with Luke. It is 13° at the beach this morning; we are alone with the Lord. I fumble around with my mittens off, fingers freezing, to take these pictures:
The Lion’s Armies Gather, Sing His Praise
Perhaps 7am; In prayer with Judith, I am transported somewhere and given a sweeping, detailed vision of armies coming together. I recognize Judith, she is fully armored and on her war-horse; she is at the head of a division, carrying a battle flag on her left, a shield over her back. The rectangular flag is white with red symbols. On the top of the flagstaff is a battle streamer, blue and gold, long and snapping in the breeze.
Thousands of mounted cavalry are all around, and at the command of the Lion, they all began to stream down onto a plain or plateau overlooking an immense valley. I was with thousands of foot soldiers, and we began to move out in either direction along the ridgeline surrounding the open end of the valley. The horse soldiers below spread out in staggering numbers, hundreds of battle flags and streamers flying. The colors and symbols on the flags and streamers are amazing. The earth is shaking from thousands of horses moving into position.
The Lion Himself stands to my right on a promontory or something jutting out of the rocky mountain – if He was even standing on anything at all. He was speaking, singing, making himself heard, known, but there wasn’t any (earthly) sound that I could recognize. Yet every command, every note was instantly understood and obeyed.
At some unspoken but clear command, the sky above was filled with flying beings, creatures, eagles, some beings in robes, many which I could not even identify, banners and battle flags streaming out behind them as they covered the sky. With a command note one entire section of them peeled off to the left and a brilliant flash of blue-white sky poured through. To the center and right, the sky army separated into two or three other divisions and swept forward, their song mighty and clear, full of praise and Love.
Another command and the cavalry let loose a roar, a stupendous sound, a song of praise, which was answered, harmonized with by the foot-soldiers, and then with yet another instantaneous command – or something like a call-and-response, the sky ripped open with a diamond-crystal liquid note of incredible clarity and purity, which blew out over the entire sky in every direction – a brilliant white expanding round disk, shooting out, thundering, praising its way out to infinity.
[an unintelligible language pours out of my mouth; it is a hymn, a song of the creatures of the skies, in their own language]
Instantly, the oceans, the seas answered, rearing up in three dimensions, far away yet powerfully close, deep rich blue-green, and full of fish, whales, sea-creatures, all bearing weapons and battle banners, whipping in the water, streaks of brilliant white streaming off them. The surf was roaring – in place – and the very sand was alive in golden motion. The sea and its creatures, beings, let loose a deep resonant clear bass note of such power that the earth shook, but in magnificent resonance.
[another unintelligible language pours out of my mouth; it is the song of the sea, in their own tongue; I can taste the blue-green color of it]
The soldiers on the ridge raised their swords, brilliant white, into the sky to touch the white diamond crystal song above, and something like lightning flowed from the sky to the swords and through the earth.
The cavalry then dismounted, held their shields out and were beating them with the flats of their swords, flashing white like lightning, making a rhythmic beat to match the song, the Psalter of the armies, a song, a hymn, thundering “Hallelujah to the Lamb!”, all the different armies in something so much more than symphonic harmony, a spiritual frequency of immense power and light.
All the horses of the cavalry were singing, too, stamping their hooves, each of which was encircled by a narrow band of silver, and all their own armor and tack sparkled like diamonds, the tack bound with silver rings, and armor covering the faces of each horse gleaming bright.
The vision snaps to a close, and I am once again sitting in prayer with Judith. I am sweating, breathing hard, wondering what it was I just experienced, what just poured out of my throat. Jesus, thank you, Hallelujah to the Lamb.