Wednesday 25 October 2023
In the early morning, Judith and I were listening to prophetic words about (1) a time to plunder the enemy, (2) a great uprising of God’s people beginning, and (3) A Call to Arms.
I remembered words the Lord has spoken to me recently and frequently: that we are at General Quarters, we are at Battle Stations, and like fighting ships of sail, we are to close on the enemy, Come Alongside, Grapple, and Boarding Parties Away!
These are direct commands, demands, orders – to fight. We have been called to Active Duty, called into armed duty for the Lord, called into battle, fully armed, fully armored, destined by the great I AM.
I uttered these words under my breath, “I’m a soldier in the Army of the Lord,” and I was swept up into a vision:
There was movement all around, soldiers and horses everywhere, people pouring out of their tents, armoring for battle, mounting up, gathering arms and weapons.
Thousands were running and assembling into formations. There was drumming, deep booming, thunderous drumming, and as we aligned into formation, we began to echo the drumming by pounding our spears on the ground, chanting “Alle, Alle, Alleluia,” again and again until the massive army was ready.
There was heavy smoke, fires burning all around – it was incense, and then we were sprayed by ash and sparks of light.
Division upon division of soldiers on foot began to run in formation, running over low hills and maneuvering, a large column peeling off to the left, another straight ahead, several more to the right.
Clouds of fierce birds of prey were streaming overhead, they were terrifying in their attack formation, talons gleaming and powerful wings driving them forward.
Suddenly to my left and down a slope I see huge formations of horse-soldiers thundering past. The ground shakes as dozens of long wagons, each pulled by a team of six go roaring ahead. There is a sweeping wave of horses, wagons and mounted cavalry, thundering far ahead and away, circling behind the enemy, far ahead and out of sight.
A massive formation of young warriors is moving forward. Young men are singing, making music, playing stringed instruments, keeping pace with drumming, blowing horns. Young women are singing and dancing, painting praise like colors in the air with song and poetry. They are wild with laughter and song. As the soldiers are closing in on the enemy, the laughter, music and song drives them to the ground where they are simply run over. Praise sweeps over everything, powerful, ringing like crystal waves, pounding ahead, and the enemies are shrieking, trying to cover their ears as they fall.
Another large formation appears: it is the ones the enemy thought were old, wounded, weak and sick, but they are soaring overhead, riding on huge birds like eagles. These ones are wild with joy and new strength, some holding banners and battle flags which are snapping in the wind. Their joy pours over everything like brilliant waves, and as they fly past, their faces are beaming with joy and light.
Suddenly, through the air we see an enemy attack coming at us, and all the soldiers raise their shields overhead as a rain of arrows comes down. Many shields are metal and the arrows simply ‘ping’ and bounce off. Those carrying wooden shields have arrows sticking in them; we laugh and slice off the shafts. Now we are pressing forward at a run, sweeping over hills, down slopes, running and stepping over fallen enemy bodies.
The ocean is to my left and there are great blue-green waterspouts pulling up water and fighting sea-warriors into the sky. Everything overhead has become a mass of swirling, roaring clouds, with tornado-like funnels that come touching down on enemy formations, tearing up the earth and throwing bodies away like chaff.
From a high point to our right come thundering waves of mounted warriors – I see Judith now mounted on her charger, and the cavalry are driving hard. The enemies are running in terror. The cavalry drives them down a slope, across a nearly dry river, and into the sea.
The sky is now full of great blue, green, gold and silver streaks, and everywhere the roaring of warriors has a song. The sound of music is muscular and joyous, clear and thunderous, with cymbals, tambourines, ringing guitars, and furious drumming. The music is pounding in waves, full of color and rippling light.
We are roaring, singing, laughing with praise as we run forward, watching with awe as immense lightning strikes everywhere. It is so bright that even with eyes closed, it leaves blue flashes in our eyes.
There are heavy waves of sound from above and below, ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…, long waves of it followed by thunderous explosions. It changes frequency so that the earth and air are shaking with staccato beats, each followed by an explosion.
Suddenly we have come upon a huge sprawling city; this is what we were driving towards, driving to rescue. The walls and gates have been blown open by the lightning, and people are pouring out towards us. They were being held prisoner, but now they too are roaring with laughter and cheers.
There is another swarm attack, a rain of enemy arrows trying to strike the unarmed people streaming out, but the arrows fall as blunt sticks. People are gathering them up and burning them. The smoke is sweet like incense.
The horse soldiers sweep around again to the high ridges surrounding us, and in unison they began to flash their shields. Brilliant waves of lights, signaling victory. There are roars and cheers and laughter.
Music and song fill the air, and crystal water is flowing down the hills in streams. The nearly dry river is flowing deep again with silvery water.
A sweeping wind, full of intense crackling light washes over everyone, and there is sudden silence. In unison, all kneel, all praise and bless the Lord, then all rise again. The wind carries laughter, song, music, color and light over everything as the vision snaps to a close.