I have had so many dreams, both waking and sleeping... like a battle scene from Braveheart... both sides... pensively waiting... standing on the field... a great valley, the valley winds and twists... the center of the valley has got to be at least a mile across... on each side of that... long rolling slopes that lead to each side and at the peaks short hills... atop the hills on each perspective side, the armies lining the hills... waiting... watching... wondering... in that these are not the modern day military, much more like the armies of Narnia and Middle earth... armor... battle axes... great blades glinting in the sun when it has the moments to peak through the torn sky... great dark clouds with sporadic flashes of lightning type bursts... and yet it doesn't seem to be lightning... it's almost as if the sky itself can feel the anticipation of the ensuing battle. As i look to the east and the west the armies span farther than my eye can see... The warriors move back and forth slowly, like the start of a brush fire, just smoldering, the embers slowly getting brighter. As the perspective energy pours out through each side the murmur becomes a roar... every one on each side can feel the anticipation of the battle that is to ensue... and off in the distance... the horn sounds...
As the horn sounds it seems to almost come from no where and yet every where... and the n the drums start... a deeply soulful cadence... pounding and ringing off of the hills... it almost seems as if our hearts sync with the drumbeats... perforating our souls and pumping through our hearts like napalm... my body feels like it is on fire, and yet not in a burning way... in a powerful way... like i have never felt before... and at once... both sides step forward... and the cadence starts... a deafening roar... like nothing i have ever heard... earshattering and yet not... like the drums it rises and falls... a language that i have never heard before... and everyone knows it... step by step it gets louder and louder... my mouth bellows forth with the same gutteral sounds... and as the words come, I understand them... 'We shall rise and fight by Him, We shall fight and die by Him, He has taken back the keys, we fear no death. The Lion is here, we fight and die for Him'. The emotions are unexplainable... step by step... the pace quickens... the cadence continues... i can see the other side seemingly doing the same and yet they are completely drowned out by the sound that comes from us. As I look to the sky it seems that all of nature has joined in our cadence, the flashes that had come from above before have become beyond expression. The flashes have become in unison with us and the crashing thunder to accompany it now accents the cadence... at about halfway down the hill i realize that the earth shakes with each step... i look behind us and like fire ants coming from their hives there are others still coming over the tops of the hills... to the right and left as far as the eye can see warriors on both sides on the move... the pace has progressed from a causal walk to a purposeful march... the sound is deafening... and then i hear through the lines... 'it is time'... 'it is time'... 'it is time'... we are almost to the end of the slope... and as I look into the plain that is the center of the valley... I hear another horn sound... and in one swift movement... i hear the sound of weapons being drawn... the sound of that itself is deafening out of shear number of them... and then silence... both sides almost frozen in time almost like some sort of grotesque game of red rover, then I feel it... stirring in me... and it seems that everyone else around me feel the same... and in the flash of a blade comes the cry... it seems as if every single being that i march with bellows in unison... 'We shall rise and fight by Him, We shall fight and die by Him, He has taken back the keys, we fear no death. The Lion is here, we fight and die for Him'. Then we charge... I hear what sounds like a thousand fighter jets above me... and as I look up... i realize that it is not jets... it is millions, if not billions of flaming arrows been fired from somewhere behind us flying out to meet our foes...
and then i wake...
so how was your day?
