Seated around the tree were the kings of diverse realms in great glory and honor. All were unique, and not all were human-like. Each king had scrolls of light before them, and their names glowed above in a tongue I could not understand unless revealed to me by the Holy Spirit.
I am the Master of The Voice. The One who is the eternal Word. I command the sea and its waves. I know every story from beginning to end.
The sky brightened with God’s glory, and lightning struck the fallen angels once again. Lucifer was judged three times with a powerful lightning bolt, like a hammer beating a nail; he fell to the ground in weakness.
I am the Lore Master. I am the one who writes secrets in dreams upon your heart. I am the light of remembrance when you awake. I am the bringer of truth!”
These snow angels were beautiful–almost like fairies but extraordinarily bright and pure. They danced around us singing to Jesus. One landed on my shoulder to rest.
Light and snow drifted up in a whirlwind as the Masters approached us. He is one powerful being of infinite wisdom: the Lord, three in one
The Dragon looked towards me…”Praise the Holy Masters who have allowed me to speak with you, Son of Light.”