I am driving a school bus out of Boulder and to the road leading up into the mountains. An eagle lands on the roof of the bus and perches there.
We sing praises to the LORD, and the atmosphere is of great joy.
It begins to snow, and the back tires of the bus start slipping. I see a single witch casting spells on us from atop the adjacent mountain range. A great mirror descends from the sky and is placed between the bus and the witch.
The bus’ backend wants to slide off the road and down the cliff, but everyone on the bus keeps singing. We know who our Protector is. A second mirror descends.
The first returns the curses. The second reflects the light that pours down from heavena nd shoots a beam to the witches.
All of the darkness on her falls off. She is left there in her nakedness alone, crying. I go out to her and cover her with a blanket and walk her back to the bus where she joins us. The joy of our group is too overwhelming for her.
It is not long before she is one of the elect.
“I am the light of the world”.