I saw a burly man (clad in armor and armed with a rapier) walk up to me. The man extended his rapier to me, and I saw myself hold his outstretched arm and stand up. I followed him down into a chasm in front, passing through the floor (it was made of water).
In this chasm below, it felt like everything around, especially the black platform I was walking on, was sensitive. I looked at the watch on my left hand, and the clock far ahead on the wall. The time was moving so fast; an hour passed in two seconds.
I had the impression that there was an opening/opportunity available to us, but we had to walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. “Haven’t you noticed that time has been moving fast with you?”
It felt like I was on a treadmill, and because I wasn’t walking the way I was meant to, the ground was shaking/vibrating. I had the impression that God would set eternity in our hearts, give us context so that we could understand His eternal life. I had the impression that times of refreshing were coming to us from the Lord.
I saw a great white gate covered with golden trumpet-like horns, the sort you see on a great organ/grand piano.
‘Lift up your heads, you gates, and be lifted, you everlasting doors, and the King of glory shall come in. Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come into him, and sit with him, and he with Me.ʼ
I saw angels holding battering rams, and I had the impression that those would be used on some people’s gates, but they would damage the gates.
I heard this:
‘The Lord’s arm is not shortened that He cannot save, but your sins have separated you from Him. Incline your ear, o daughter, and forget your father’s house, and the King will greatly desire your beauty. He is your Lord; worship Him.
The Lord has opened my ear, and I was not rebellious. He awakens me morning by morning, he teaches me to hear as the learned. The Lord has given me the tongue of the learned, that I may know how to speak a word in season to those who are weary.
Beat your plowshares into swords; call out the mighty men of war. Let the weak say I am strong. Let the warriors march out in their ranks; let the name of the Lord be glorified.
Ears to hear; do not be rebellious. Boast in the Lord; He is your glory. I have set the Lord always before me; therefore, I shall not be moved.’
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