An angel swoops down and pick me up. We fly over the valley. His sword is draw and pointing forward like Teddy Roosevelt leading the charge on his horse over hte prairies.
I see lots and lots of snakes pouring into the valley. They look like pythons or boa constrictors and have witches riding on them in saddles. They utter curses on the saints everywhere they go.
I see great eagles flying down in attack with the sun at their backs. The light is blinding to the snakes and witches. The eagles are much bigger than that snakes, and they easily pick them up and carry them away. They become food for the eagles. Where the carcass is, there will be the eagles.
Some of the witches fail to let go and are consumed with the snakes. They others are in battle against the army of the saints and their angels.
Balls of fire fall on the witches. They come from the sky.
I see snow falling on the valley as purity returns to the region.
A big red cross is erected upon the Flat Iron mountains over the valley, and it is known as the valley of healing.