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The following is a vision God showed me quite a few years ago and has just now given me permission to disclose it in full detail publicly. I closed my eyes and then when I opened them I was in a large octagonal arena. The floor was made of cold, pitted concrete. The sides of the arena were surrounded by thick red ropes much like a wrestling or MMA ring. I was dressed in fighters garb, ready to go. My heart was already racing. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. In my mind I repeated the words "I can do this... I've got this..." I raised my fists in front of me ready to face my opponent. Whoever it was, I knew I could take them. I was born for this. Out of the shadows he came... The very first thing I noticed was his eyes. Such malice. Such undiluted hatred. He didn't even have to say a single word for me to know his intent. I could feel it in his presence alone. Pure evil itself. Never before had I seen a being that was so corrupted by bitterness, acrimony and spite. His form was that of a red dragon.
His skin was covered with weeping sores and just by looking at him I could tell that he harbored every disease known to man. His forked tongue uttered words I cannot repeat due to their abominable nature. He once was a jewel of perfection, beauty completed... but now all he resembled was a hideous monstrosity. He was once called and revered by his angelic name Lucifer - but now he was known as 'The Destroyer'. He wasted no time in formalities. I could sense in his body language that his sole purpose for me was pain. To inflict as much pain as possible and in the worst ways possible. I steeled my resolve and tensed my muscles ready for his onslaught. His first blow from a clenched claw filled fist was aimed squarely between my eyes. I managed to cross my arms above my face and block it but the sheer force and magnitude of his attack sent me reeling backwards. Before I could even regain my footing he had swiftly advanced and had me against the ropes. Another strike at my face which I blocked but this time he followed with deadly body blows to my ribs and thighs. It wasn't just the force of his blows that affected me so much but more his intent for me in that every time he contacted my flesh I felt death itself rob me of life.
I started to fight back and raised my fists again vainly swinging at his hardened scaly skin only to see my best efforts barely even make a dent. He backed off for a moment, almost as if giving me time to breathe but then launched at me full force and slammed me to the cold, unforgiving concrete. The wind escaped my chest and as my head hit the concrete my vision blurred and faded for a moment. I stood over me looking at me in utter contempt. A hatred not only just for me but for all of my kind. I tried to anticipate his next move but nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. In such fury and rage he dived on me and began to pummel me in a flurry of sledgehammer blows. Every single strike felt like the weight of an entire bus crushing me and then when he knew I was almost about to fade he reached down and grabbed a handful of my ribs and lifted me in the air. I realized then I was no match for him. I had trained for years and years yet my defeat came so swiftly. As he held me above his head he spoke the words... "you are nothing but dirt..." and then hurled me across the arena like a rag doll. The impact on the concrete broke several more bones and as I lay there in agony trying to get back on my feet I began to cough up large amounts of blood. My cuts and wounds screamed out in pain as I lay there in torment.
Pain now came in waves and with such an intensity that I could feel my life itself fading every moment. One of my eyes had stopped working altogether and I could no longer hear at all from the damage done to my body. My head was spinning and it hurt just to breathe. Tears began to stream down my blood soaked cheeks as I said to myself "I did everything I could and it wasn't good enough... I wasn't strong enough..." With the one eye that was still functioning I could see him crossing the arena with his large spiked tail now lifted in the air ready to deliver his final death blow. This was it... he planned to end me once and for all. Then it happened... Time itself stood still for a moment and everything faded to black and white. All the pain stopped. Everything stopped. And it was then that I could hear it... Like a voice inside. A familiar voice. "Call my Name... You were never meant to fight alone... Call my Name child..." I knew it was time. I had nothing left. There was no way I could win this fight and in the next few moments my evil foe would claim my life as his prize. With the very last ounce of strength in me I mouthed one word... I only had the strength left to say one word but it was the only word that needed to be said... "JESUS..."
Before I could see Him I could sense His presence. I knew He was there. As a matter of fact I knew He was there all along. Watching... Waiting... I saw Him step out of the shadows towards the arena. He was hooded and cloaked but His eyes gave away His true identity. He had the eyes of a King. The eyes of a Soldier. Eyes that knew no fear. He gently slid my broken body out of the arena onto the ground outside and then slowly lifted my head and placed a pillow under it making sure I could still see the arena. "Rest now child..." He said as He walked towards the ropes. "I'll take care of this now..." The dragon watched in disgust as He entered the ring muttering under his breath "I should be king instead of you...". Completely and totally unphased at the dragons sheer size and venom He walked right to the middle of the arena and then stopped. With His feet positioned at shoulder width and His fists clenched either side then He unlocked His true power. I saw His eyes ignite into flames of fury and then the hood and cloak exploded off Him in a force I can only describe as ten thousand volcanoes erupting all at once. The shock wave of His force and the magnitude of His energy is like nothing I can ever hope to describe.
He had a glow around Him that resembled an element I that doesn't exist anywhere here on earth. A combination of fire, water, lighting and mass. His appearance was nothing short of immense. Underneath He wore grave clothes like bandages that were now flailing in the wind that was emanating from Him. This was the risen King. The One who had conquered Death and Hell and now held them captive by His Word and His Will. I watched as the dragon trembled just at the sight of Him and could no longer even stand and fell to his knees. My enemy that battered and beat me so severely was reduced to a kneeling subject before My King. Then My King surged in such speed that could not hope to be measured. My eyes couldn't even keep up with His movements and in a moment He was there and had caught the dragon with one hand. I watched as His hand contacted the outer skin of the dragon causing it to sear and steam in reaction but that wasn't the thing that really made me sit up. There was a hole in His hand from where the nails were and through it I could see the eye of the dragon looking back at me. An eye that was once filled with so much pride, so much hatred, so much vengeance and consumed with bitterness now looked just like the eye of a rabbit caught in a trap. The dragon was totally and completely dominated.
Absolutely powerless before the presence of my King. The dragon knew it was all over, there was no fight. There was no contest at all. It was like comparing an ant to the sun. Then my Savior turned His head to me and smiled and in the flick of His wrist He sent the dragon hurling from the arena like a meteorite coursing through space at millions of miles per hour. It was over. He had won. Peace surrounded Him as He slowly exited the ring and came to my side and placed His hand on my bruised and broken chest. In a moment I felt all my life return to me. All my broken bones aligned and even the cuts and wounds sealed up as if they were never there at all. He looked at me and said "Why did you fight alone for so long child...? Anytime you need me just call my Name and I'll be here...". He then took my hand and got me back on my feet and said to me with a smile "Lets teach you how to fight soldier..."
The following is a vision God showed me quite a few years ago and has just now given me permission to disclose it in full detail publicly. I closed my eyes and then when I opened them I was in a large octagonal arena. The floor was made of cold, pitted concrete. The sides of the arena were surrounded by thick red ropes much like a wrestling or MMA ring. I was dressed in fighters garb, ready to go. My heart was already racing. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. In my mind I repeated the words "I can do this... I've got this..." I raised my fists in front of me ready to face my opponent. Whoever it was, I knew I could take them. I was born for this. Out of the shadows he came... The very first thing I noticed was his eyes. Such malice. Such undiluted hatred. He didn't even have to say a single word for me to know his intent. I could feel it in his presence alone. Pure evil itself. Never before had I seen a being that was so corrupted by bitterness, acrimony and spite. His form was that of a red dragon.
His skin was covered with weeping sores and just by looking at him I could tell that he harbored every disease known to man. His forked tongue uttered words I cannot repeat due to their abominable nature. He once was a jewel of perfection, beauty completed... but now all he resembled was a hideous monstrosity. He was once called and revered by his angelic name Lucifer - but now he was known as 'The Destroyer'. He wasted no time in formalities. I could sense in his body language that his sole purpose for me was pain. To inflict as much pain as possible and in the worst ways possible. I steeled my resolve and tensed my muscles ready for his onslaught. His first blow from a clenched claw filled fist was aimed squarely between my eyes. I managed to cross my arms above my face and block it but the sheer force and magnitude of his attack sent me reeling backwards. Before I could even regain my footing he had swiftly advanced and had me against the ropes. Another strike at my face which I blocked but this time he followed with deadly body blows to my ribs and thighs. It wasn't just the force of his blows that affected me so much but more his intent for me in that every time he contacted my flesh I felt death itself rob me of life.
I started to fight back and raised my fists again vainly swinging at his hardened scaly skin only to see my best efforts barely even make a dent. He backed off for a moment, almost as if giving me time to breathe but then launched at me full force and slammed me to the cold, unforgiving concrete. The wind escaped my chest and as my head hit the concrete my vision blurred and faded for a moment. I stood over me looking at me in utter contempt. A hatred not only just for me but for all of my kind. I tried to anticipate his next move but nothing could have prepared me for what he did next. In such fury and rage he dived on me and began to pummel me in a flurry of sledgehammer blows. Every single strike felt like the weight of an entire bus crushing me and then when he knew I was almost about to fade he reached down and grabbed a handful of my ribs and lifted me in the air. I realized then I was no match for him. I had trained for years and years yet my defeat came so swiftly. As he held me above his head he spoke the words... "you are nothing but dirt..." and then hurled me across the arena like a rag doll. The impact on the concrete broke several more bones and as I lay there in agony trying to get back on my feet I began to cough up large amounts of blood. My cuts and wounds screamed out in pain as I lay there in torment.
Pain now came in waves and with such an intensity that I could feel my life itself fading every moment. One of my eyes had stopped working altogether and I could no longer hear at all from the damage done to my body. My head was spinning and it hurt just to breathe. Tears began to stream down my blood soaked cheeks as I said to myself "I did everything I could and it wasn't good enough... I wasn't strong enough..." With the one eye that was still functioning I could see him crossing the arena with his large spiked tail now lifted in the air ready to deliver his final death blow. This was it... he planned to end me once and for all. Then it happened... Time itself stood still for a moment and everything faded to black and white. All the pain stopped. Everything stopped. And it was then that I could hear it... Like a voice inside. A familiar voice. "Call my Name... You were never meant to fight alone... Call my Name child..." I knew it was time. I had nothing left. There was no way I could win this fight and in the next few moments my evil foe would claim my life as his prize. With the very last ounce of strength in me I mouthed one word... I only had the strength left to say one word but it was the only word that needed to be said... "JESUS..."
Before I could see Him I could sense His presence. I knew He was there. As a matter of fact I knew He was there all along. Watching... Waiting... I saw Him step out of the shadows towards the arena. He was hooded and cloaked but His eyes gave away His true identity. He had the eyes of a King. The eyes of a Soldier. Eyes that knew no fear. He gently slid my broken body out of the arena onto the ground outside and then slowly lifted my head and placed a pillow under it making sure I could still see the arena. "Rest now child..." He said as He walked towards the ropes. "I'll take care of this now..." The dragon watched in disgust as He entered the ring muttering under his breath "I should be king instead of you...". Completely and totally unphased at the dragons sheer size and venom He walked right to the middle of the arena and then stopped. With His feet positioned at shoulder width and His fists clenched either side then He unlocked His true power. I saw His eyes ignite into flames of fury and then the hood and cloak exploded off Him in a force I can only describe as ten thousand volcanoes erupting all at once. The shock wave of His force and the magnitude of His energy is like nothing I can ever hope to describe.
He had a glow around Him that resembled an element I that doesn't exist anywhere here on earth. A combination of fire, water, lighting and mass. His appearance was nothing short of immense. Underneath He wore grave clothes like bandages that were now flailing in the wind that was emanating from Him. This was the risen King. The One who had conquered Death and Hell and now held them captive by His Word and His Will. I watched as the dragon trembled just at the sight of Him and could no longer even stand and fell to his knees. My enemy that battered and beat me so severely was reduced to a kneeling subject before My King. Then My King surged in such speed that could not hope to be measured. My eyes couldn't even keep up with His movements and in a moment He was there and had caught the dragon with one hand. I watched as His hand contacted the outer skin of the dragon causing it to sear and steam in reaction but that wasn't the thing that really made me sit up. There was a hole in His hand from where the nails were and through it I could see the eye of the dragon looking back at me. An eye that was once filled with so much pride, so much hatred, so much vengeance and consumed with bitterness now looked just like the eye of a rabbit caught in a trap. The dragon was totally and completely dominated.
Absolutely powerless before the presence of my King. The dragon knew it was all over, there was no fight. There was no contest at all. It was like comparing an ant to the sun. Then my Savior turned His head to me and smiled and in the flick of His wrist He sent the dragon hurling from the arena like a meteorite coursing through space at millions of miles per hour. It was over. He had won. Peace surrounded Him as He slowly exited the ring and came to my side and placed His hand on my bruised and broken chest. In a moment I felt all my life return to me. All my broken bones aligned and even the cuts and wounds sealed up as if they were never there at all. He looked at me and said "Why did you fight alone for so long child...? Anytime you need me just call my Name and I'll be here...". He then took my hand and got me back on my feet and said to me with a smile "Lets teach you how to fight soldier..."
[ Romans 16:20 - The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. May the grace of our Lord Jesus be with you. ]
