Warring in The Heavens

“I hear thunder, or similar, coming from heaven. There’s a wind noise, too, quite a fierce wind. Noisy. What’s happening, I wonder?

The thunder stops, and the wind dies away. Vision clears.

Goodness me — what a sight!

As far as the eye can see, there are armed horsemen drawn up in ranks. Thousands — beyond number almost.

The leading rank all have drums mounted across the horse’s backs riders have drumsticks poised and at the ready.

An unseen hand conducts them as they march forward, leading a vast army from heaven.

The drummers beat a steady tattoo and that thunder noise rises once again. It’s the terrible Army of The LORD, marching into battle — silent apart from the drumming, battle colors flying from color parties dotted around the various battle groups.

Orders are being given silently it seems as I can’t hear anything above the drums and the horse’s hooves on the ground. This amazing great army is marching to war.

In the distance, I see a cloud of dust rising but coming towards the Army of The LORD.

Gradually, I see the hordes from hell emerging from the dust cloud.

Suddenly, I hear a shout and a trumpeter appears, leading a small band of musicians and singers. This small band takes up position in front of the army as they march together into battle — led by the worshippers — just like in the Battle of Jericho.

The trumpet sounds and the main body of horsemen break into a gallop, weapons in hand, ready for action.

They quickly pass the worshippers and charge toward the demonic hordes approaching them. They ride right through the enemy leaving many lying on the battlefield.

They routinely, it seemed, wreaked havoc among the enemy forces — incidentally taking no prisoners, simply destroying the demonic forces.

There are casualties, of course, but these are soon gathered up safely as the main force rampage to complete and total victory!

The banner bearers gather together and lead The Army of The LORD in triumph back to wherever they came from.

“Impressive, huh?” said a voice close to me. It was a huge Angel — armor shining, carrying a huge sword and a battle pennant — the marks of a recent battle all over him. I didn’t ask him who he was!

“What happens to those defeated, slain demons?” I managed to ask.

“Thrown into the bottomless pit!” he replied.

Then he added, “This is an almost daily event. Sometimes we get driven back and lose ground, but today we took much ground because the prayers of the righteous were strong for us.”

“Tell the Intercessors that this is where their Prayers are so very effective. Their Prayers carry us into each battle. Remember to encourage the intercessors in their praying — it’s so valuable, so important to all of us.”