One late evening while deep in worship, in a vision I saw an enormous angel ten times larger that the most
physical and muscular man I had ever seen on this earth. He had golden curly hair, with eyes like liquid blue
lightning. His face was like that of a shining white hot furnace and in his mouth were tongues of fire form
which came forth beautiful celestial languages of the heavens. And suddenly, his right hand extended upward
toward the northern sky while his lift hand clasped the end of a brilliant, bright, glowing amber sword.
His clothes were made of a heavenly material- such as not ever found or seen on this earth – like a very fine
bead-like material that seemed as if it were alive. Platinum-like in color, it pulsated with light, a living light that
emanated the very glory of my Creator God.
Oh and sundry and ever-changing musical melodies in endless scales and descants of indescribable beauty were
like a spontaneous spring gushing forth form His very garments. This angelic being had just come fresh from the
presence of Almighty God. Fom I began to realize that the glory beads of his garment still sparkled and
shimmered with the light of God's own Shekinah presence. I trembled at the reality and the very existence of
such glorious beings obviously from another dimension far greater than this. His face was imbued with a spirit
of nobility and purity and purpose, and yet with an almost pitiful expression, he looked down on my trembling
frame and said with a loud clarion voice, ‘ Come'.
He took me by the hand and in one moment we were moving upward at great speed where I could see on the
horizon to the north, a great throne of light. All around the throne was a brilliant fog and mist, surrounded by
incalculably tall towering clouds with a multitude of lightenings and loud thunders encompassing it. And I could
see angelic beings singing beautiful songs and some were doing cartwheels in the sky.
Again on the horizon one could easily see in the far distance a glorious throne upon which sat the most excellent
glorious God and King. And above His throne was an emerald rainbow, the arc of which is immeasurable in
height, too awesome to describe. To the Northeast, I could clearly see seven large, jeweled mountains with
pillars of holy fire extending up form them.
The angel said, ‘ This is the future dwelling place prepared for God's own elect. ' I then pleaded with the angel,
"Please take me closer to God's throne, ' because I could feel the life and the love and the light that came from
His very being even though it was at such a far-off distance. The closer we drew the more alive I felt, the more
joy. I never felt so alive in my entire existence. God is the source of all life and love and holiness and
perfection. To be close to Him is an unutterable ecstasy.
And as we drew closer I trembled with fear for I began to see the four beasts. These Cherbim like creatures,
great powerful living creatures who protect the throne of God, who incessantly praise the Lord of the Universe.
And I could see the multitude of their eyes, within and without, who see and discern all things. One is not
capable to perceive or calculate their height, their width, their fearsome might or power, the amplitude of their
energy or strength, glory and honor. As a great throne of angelic symphonies play continuously free-flowing
music. As I looked upward, I could see streaking across the celestial skies of heaven like shooting stars,
multitudes of amber like chariots of multiple colors carrying scores of heavenly luminaries. And I could see a
sea of angelic beings Seraphim and Cherubim and archangels and angels of all varieties, a multitude too
numerous to estimate, all raising their hands all playing instruments to the glory of Him who sits on the throne
between the four beasts.
Myriads of angels with such beautiful and glorious singing; millions of angelic voices blending together in
descants so high and harmonious and complex with amazing ethereal quality as to defy the imagination.
Suddenly there appeared to the right side of the throne one who had the appearance as unto the Son of Man, in
an instant, the angel and I fell prostrate on the crystal floor and if slain while a great archangel large than the
sun exclaimed with a loud voice, [ BEHOLD, THE SON OF GOD, WORSHIP HIM!!!! The brilliance of the
‘Shekinah" Streams forth from His presence for millions and millions of earth miles.
And with the voices of may waters, He said,
"Let Him who has ears hear what Jesus Christ has to say to His Church.'
Happy is he who turns aside form the pride of this live, the lusts of the flesh,
and who forsakes the secular, ungodly, worldly paths
of this fallen cosmos and Lucifer, the fallen one!"
Then, suddenly, I heard peels of the loudest thunders and huge lightenings as the heavenly whirlwinds pushed
us higher and higher toward the most Holy One's very own throne. No flesh can behold directly the Father's
face or see His form. No evil will dwell in His presence. No man will glory in His presence. No flesh can glory
in His presence. Yet the extent of the Holy Father's face is incomprehensible and without measure or analogy…
To see this part of the vision was for me to melt into nothingness. I cried out to the angel, please save my life…
For the lips of the Lord are as a furnace of fire – there is no metaphor or words in earth language to describe all
this…. The face of our God cannot be spoken of…Yet form his glorious face, He emits sparks and lightenings of
life for the entire universe. The light of the face of God is brighter that a trillion sun-stars, His Holy face is man-
like but it is translucent and incandescent, and so unutterably beautiful and pleasurable beyond any compare.
Supremely awesome and infinitely unique and glorious, with powerful and mighty mysterious voices of
incomprehensible magnitudes, multiple voices and billions of commands, simultaneous commands, emitting forth
form His mouth and being. His form is attended to by armies of millions of angels who obey His Holy face with
never silent singing. The Glory of the omnipotent Eternal One is dazzling beyond description.
Then this marvelous archangel looked down upon me and said, "Yet even the least of the elect saints are the
brother of Jesus Christ, your Lord. Yea, even thou shalt sing a song that we angelic beings can never sing.
For by the blood of Jesus Christ, ye have been adopted and made part of the royal family of God, and ye
will sing forever the song of the redeemed and shall rule and reign with our God!"
Yet, I still remember the vision and can almost recall the glorious sounds of His angels…. For with the angel's
song I again can see His throne. Glory!! Glory to Him forever and ever!! Glory to Jesus!!!!!!! May I sing to you and
praise you with the angels!!! The angels worship you and I adore you!!
Glory to the Lamb!!
