Sunday 4 September 2022

Open visions during prayers with East Coast Watch (~530 am)

I heard, before I saw, thousands of foot soldiers preparing to march, and behind me, to my right, I could hear thousands of horse-warriors mounting up and forming into warring units. The Armies of the Lord are on the move. I saw Judith behind me leading a division of mounted warriors in a column perhaps 4 or 6 abreast, moving along a path in the side of a high cliffside rock formation. The rocky mountain rose up higher than I could see, but my eyes were on the vast numbers of horse soldiers which were forming together, streaming down the cliff into a valley ahead.

They were all carrying battle flags, banners, and streamers which were whipping in the breeze blowing up from the valley. As they were marching forward, I could see reflected armies in the skies above them and reflected in the very earth beneath them. I had to stare hard to understand what I was seeing: armies moving through the earth itself.

Then all the foot soldiers I was with began to move, and had already moved, in vast numbers, along the valley floor, carrying banners of their own, singing and chanting a war-song, a warring hymn of praise.

The horse soldiers then began a series of maneuvers, turning “column left” and then “flank left” and then back to the right again, positioning themselves in complex arrangements. At the last maneuver, a flank turn, they stopped, and bowed to God, the horses kneeling on one leg, the warriors bowing their heads, before rising up again with a shout, a war-cry of their own.

As if in answer, at the far end of the valley, yet huge and clearly visible, from the sea arose some sort of living wall of sea-warriors, almost a solid wall with blue-green water streaming past them, white foam blowing past them. There were more warriors, creatures I could not even identify, than there was water streaming past them, and they were singing their own song which vibrated outward towards us in visible waves of color and sound.

Somehow, the sky above was bigger than the sky itself, full of warring beings and crackling with fire, rippling and streaking across what sky I could see. There was a sound of light pouring out of the sky itself, a pure piercing clear tone of a color I could not recognize. Something like pure fire was ripping across the sky in timing to a war-cry raining down on us.

In the middle of the valley floor, a large rift opened up, with a bizarre color and sound that was different from the earth itself. There were foot soldiers, horse soldiers, earth soldiers, sea and sky soldiers on both sides of this giant rift, which was splitting the earth, stretching far away in the distance.

The foot soldiers closest to the edge of the rift, with mounted cavalry directly behind, were carrying spears with silver points. In an instant the entire ground on which we stood shifted, folded itself vertically upward, as though enclosing the split in the earth. Where we had been standing horizontally, we now stood vertically, swept upwards until we were pressed together all facing forward in a vertical wall of warriors. I felt armor, and the legs, chests of horses behind me, found myself directly in front of Judith on her war-horse. I felt her hand on my shoulder, and all around me I could see that every one of us was pressed into someone they knew.

With our spears pointed towards the opening, a massive silver flood erupted from below the earth, out of the chasm in the earth, a wall of silver-white liquid light, roaring upwards. We held out spear-points into the flow as the silver cleansing fire/water/light sprayed and showered us all, drops and splatters of silver on our armor, on our hands and faces.

In another instant, the silver flood which had been roaring upwards softened into a living river, filling the rift completely, flowing away towards the sea. Yet just as instantly, the sea itself flowed back through the silver flow with its own blue-green power, through the silver back into the earth itself. And at that moment, the vertical standing of the soldiers and horses shifted itself back to horizontal again, and the armies were standing on the ground again as before.

The noise of the silver eruption had been deafening, but now there was complete silence. The Lion Himself appeared, somehow above and around us all, this vast army, and somehow in front of each individual. He breathed on us all, His breath making us into tender green shoots and plants, trembling and quavering in the flow of His breath. Something like the deepest sense of Love itself seemed to flow from me, from every one of us, outward and into the earth on which we stood.

This is what the war-cry, the battle hymn sounded like:

Ah re etsi, Din re malan

Khan – E – tset so Relanest

Monday evening 5 September 2022 – Additional notes and details of yesterday’s open vision

1. There was something deep within the earth, underground, that had to be expelled, and the entire wound left behind needed to be purged, cleansed with the liquid silver, then re-nourished by the ocean water. When we were standing at the edge of the open chasm there was some sort of unspoken expectation that something was going to come out, something that we might have to fight and kill. But the eruption of the liquid silver blew whatever it was up and out of sight in a single instant.