I sit atop Mount Everest, peering over the lands. I can see the devils that sit on top of the lower mountains. They are all having a party and celebrating. There are drunken orgies and all kinds of immorality. They puke on the people below. The people simply try to unfold their umbrellas to keep vomit from hitting them, and but their umbrellas shrink every time that they open them until they ultimately have no cover.
I see a flight of eagles soaring around the mountains. They are coming off of lower places from Mount Everest. They bomb the devils and distract them from their celebration and attack on the people. The people see the effect that the eagles are having and grow in confidence. They start equipping one another. Their umbrellas turn to swords, and they start climbing up their mountains. With each step, they grow in confidence. Their swords grow brighter and shinier with every step. By the time that the demons look back upon the people, they realize that their unbelief and frozen postures have been broken. They turn from celebration into war. A great battle ensues.
As I gaze upon the mountains, a great lion joins me to watch. He gives me instructions for the eagles as they bomb. Some get instructions for leaders of the people on the lesser mountains. He has a great look of determination but smiles at the same time knowing the outcome.