“As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of swords, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat., I again heard the mysterious voice saying, ‘Son of the Republic, look and learn.’ When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast.
“Instantly a light as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shone the word ‘Union,’ and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were well-nigh overcome, but who immediately taking courage again closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle. Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying, ‘Son of the Republic, look and learn.’
From my perspective two ways. Headlong like the prophet. With faith as ones guide into the wilderness to confront death. The path of Elijah, Moses, Jesus, etc. Face to face with God. It is written blessed are the pure in spirit for they shall see God.
Bring your truth back and set it free. It is not of you, nor belongs to you. The world is crying for your very soul to be released. What do you have to give?
I sped home with the weather growing worse. My wife was then in the car with me. As we drove hills got large and things out of control. People were dying everywhere around us as all we could do was keep moving to survive. One by one I saw my family members dying to sacrifice so we could keep moving. Then a strange thing happened. The car jumped from a mountain and we landed on a mountain of white ash. I knew it was Iraq. All of I could think of then was this is where all those camel spiders are. I immediately leapt back to this continent.
Finally we slowed and I realized we had made it. I saw patches of green around and a few survivors laying about. I saw a group of the military in a row boat. We all looked at each other. Then in unison we began to weep as a terrible sense of mourning overcame us.
Then a voice from above spoke very clearly. It said you have to start by appreciating this reality. I awoke and couldn’t forget it.