Wednesday 13 September 2023

Judith asked me about a vision from November of 2022, which I had not recorded at the time. I had gone into the spirit, looking for her, and this is the transcription of that open vision.

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13 November 2022

I hadn’t quite closed my eyes when I was taken to a rugged, rocky terrain. In a large clearing between two mountain ridges, I was watching the Lord’s armies gathering. The colors of the horses and warriors jumped out in contrast to the dark brown, black and rocky background. I could see precise maneuvering of divisions of forces, orderly movement of horses and soldiers. It saw that it was a ceremony, a holy ceremony.

There were brilliant red crimson blankets on many of the horses, all the way over their rumps, hanging below their knees. There was sharp contrast with the deep brown and shining silver color of the horses.

It was cold – I could see the horses breath streaming out of their nostrils.

The ceremony was also something like an inspection, something like preparing for moving out.

The name “berekekegaarde’ was present – or a place of similar sounding name, but the language being spoken was difficult to understand or pronounce.

I could see Judith, mounted up and her horse is beautiful, proud, fierce.

All around is a rocky and gray landscape, and we are very high, above the tree line.

The ceremony was to bless the divisions. There has been a long period of healing and restoration after the battles, and we’ve been up in this hidden area training and preparing. Now, all are gathering in formations. There are no flags, no battle-streamers.

Now there’s a song being sung, telling the story of a battle; I’m not sure if the Lion himself is telling the story or where the sound is coming from. But now it’s more than a story – it’s as if we’re being prepared – in song, to battle the enemy – to fight underground or someplace not wide open. We are being prepared for close-in fighting.

I find myself in a division of warriors in a rocky gorge, who are on the left-hand side of the gorge, and the mounted horse divisions are on the right side.

The temperature drops and there is snow flying through the air.

There is recounting of a battle, and then part of the ceremony is that one by one each division, each fighting unit would move into position, be blessed and anointed, and then move for the next ones.

The light was dim and gray.

The soldiers were wearing crimson shirts with long red sleeves. The commanders, Judith, me and the rest were wearing red and gold, brilliantly lit up by sparkling light. I don’t see where the light is coming from, but it is in sharp contrast to the flat winter atmosphere.

Judith is carrying a lance, as are most of the horse-mounted divisions, and the sparkling light is touched individually to the tips of the lances; there’s a rippling, rolling wave of this light touching all the soldiers, one by one, point by point.

It’s an anointing light.

On the back of Judith’s armor, not on her shield, there is a red and silver pattern, a silver cross. It’s repeated on many but not all.

Now someone is chanting in a language I don’t understand. They’re pronouncing a blessing. Suddenly in contrast to the gloom, the distributed light on everyone is as clear as a bell ringing. The blessing continues, it may be coming from up above in a clear light-filled language.

The Lion himself now makes the ground shake, and all the horses are responding to the tremor in the ground by stamping their feet in response. Every soldier is pounding their lance on the ground in rhythm to the Lions shaking.

It is now clear: we’re going to fight at night, not underground in dimly lit tunnels, but we’re going into the dark, and we’re going to move out quickly.

There were huge angelic beings high up on the ridgeline all around the divisions. I thought they had lights, but it’s their eyes gleaming blue and gold. When the blessings were complete, they began to lead the way for the forces. There are many of them, and they’re guiding us toward large shapes or structures in the ground. The divisions are going to secure them.

I was taken up in the air briefly to be able to see the entire massive scale of the terrain.

Now, on the ground, we can begin to make out something ahead. I don’t know what these structures are, some sort of ancient craters, portals, or old dried-up lake beds. Whatever they are, and whatever they’re guarding, they have to be taken, be secured. We already know that there are likely to be horrible evil beasts guarding the entrances. It is a huge and vast landscape.

Night has completely come, we’re moving in darkness, and it’s getting even colder.

We are coming out of a rocky gorge, there are now very tall trees like walls surrounding the flat areas. Judith’s division and many of the mounted warriors are swinging around in a right-handed direction. Everything is bathed in a turquoise-blue light. Another order comes: there are water sources feeding the underground portals that have to be secured.

Now, as we approach the edges of the dried lakebeds or ancient crater floors, we are passing through heavily forested areas, and underneath the vegetation there is crackling, vicious red light, and we know: they don’t want to give these things up and they’re going to fight to the death.

Scouts return – there is not water flowing into the structures, it may be something flowing out.

There are now explosions deep underground as they’re trying to secure some tunnels and other passageways. There’s a deep blue light cast over the whole area and there’s an ugly red light throbbing, pulsing in the depressions trying to break free of it.

The temperature continues to drop.

Suddenly a hideous shrieking sound is coming up from underground. It is aimed at deafening the horses; all their ears shot up when it started but the turquoise-blue light rendered it mute.

There’s a battle in the atmosphere, a battle against sound and light being produced from underground. The battle is ferocious against a red sound, which is very sharp and dangerous, almost like spikes coming out. Now there are red and black arrows coming out of the ground like porcupine quills.

All the warriors have their shields covering them against these arrows. There are needle-point arrows coming out of the ground, out of the lake beds.

Ugly red and black force is pulsing out of the ground, but each pulse is neutralized by turquoise-blue light, which is shot through with brilliant opal like sparks.

Whatever is in there, underground, it’s not going to come out and fight, at least not right now.

[there is a vision break, and I say to Judith “I wish I knew where this was …”; she replies, “Go up higher in the air so you can see …”, and I do.]

It’s in Northern Siberia, Northern Russia, it’s way out in the middle of nowhere.

I can also see that the pattern of the structures in the ground is like a comma shape …

There seems to be a lull in fighting and they’re quiet (the evil ones); But No! They’re pulsing out powerful ball-shaped energy which makes everyone wince back. But each ball is neutralized turquoise-blue light, which simply ripples over it.

It’s cold enough to make breathing painful.

Another attack! They’ve released a poisonous yellow-green slime-liquid that would contaminate everybody’s feet, but our boots are protective, and the horses’ hooves are protected.

With every attack, this beautiful turquoise-blue light is neutralizing it.

Now we are counterattacking! Several divisions are at full speed, driving this long-distance wedge between the two ancient lake beds. There’s huge maneuvering going on, I’ve never seen horses and soldiers move at this galloping speed before.

It’s so cold now, bitter on faces and hands.

Another evil movement has shot out red and black energy that has sealed the tops of the underground structures. They’re not going to come out and fight. They’re going deep underground.

They’ve electrified their entire perimeter with massively high voltage. At any approach or contact with a weapon, a million volts come shooting out, and long tendrils of electric red and black fire shoots up and along the ground. Again and again the turquoise-blue light neutralizes it until it stops.

It’s pitch black now, and for a long time there is silence. All divisions stand silently at the ready, waiting. The extreme cold begins to moderate.

We have driven them down into the ground and they are sealed in by their own hand. The divisions begin to make their way out, in the dark but easily guided by the angelic beings that led us in.

[end of vision]