Long ago, upon the shining crystal sea, lived four great angels. Among those lesser, they were called the Four Stars. One was called Lucifer, the Morning Light. Another, Gabriel Messenger of Truth. The third was Michael Glowing Son of Fire. For his hair is like that of a river of fire. The last I do not know his name.
This will be a rather unusual encounter that I am about to share with you.…
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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.
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.
Jesus took a deep breath, and with a loud voice, He shouted, “Now!” The sky tore apart, and lightning split the wall of fire, unleashing the Elohim and the Lord Jesus against Lucifer and his champions.
Jesus looked like a brilliant comet flashing across the sky. His hair was white lightning and His robe shone with so much glory that sparks of blazing heat emanated from Him like an energy shield.