There is a great storm – lightning violently crashing the earth.
Chariots and more chariots are converging around the city. The light of the city are dark. No movement is evident.
War is in the air.
Inside the city walls, I see the saints tied up in the town square. Execution and torture are the words. Choose or die.
I see multitudes of angels flying around in the night skies. They too cary the countenance of war.
I see a ramrod trying to bust through the gate. War is in the air. October is the time. The 12th is the day.
I see many boats coming upon the shore. Navy seal types with guns ready. They peer in at the city.
I see the LORD watching from Zion. He Himself directs the troops. angels get the orders and carry them to the prophets. The trumpets sound.
I see daybreak. Ruins are everywhere. The King is still on His mountain. The enemy is gone – completely gone.
Millions and millions are traveling to His city – the Holy City. The pilgrims begin to come home.