The Teacher

The Teacher: Part III Day of Declaration, Chapter 53

CHAPTER 53

ARRIVING IN THE VICINITY OF the Valley of Megiddo, Antonio led half of our soldiers to the right while I closed the circle to the left. At dawn, as was foretold to me, the Guardian's forces began streaming into the opening at the northeast end of the valley on their way to sack Jerusalem. It took five hours for all of their troops to fill the valley floor—a great and terrible horde of men and beasts, but strangely armed with only ancient weapons—swords, spears, bows, arrows, and shields.

The Guardian powers were weak in the Disciples because of the transitional changes going on inside their bodies combined with the effects of the earth convulsing as it moved into and through the our galaxy's gravity belt. They were using old-style weapons because they neglected maintaining the manufacturing of conventional modern weapons, so they didn't even have guns. What they lacked in high-tech weapons, Holden expected would be more than made up for by their overwhelming advantage in manpower, roughly 20 to 1. He dispatched the legions with only one marching order—destroy our forces or die trying. There would be no retreat and no quarter given.

At Antonio's signal, which was the sound from a ram's horn, divinely amplified so that everyone could hear, including the Guardian's forces, our troops stepped forward up onto the rim of the valley and stood still—tall and proud. The sound from the ram's horn followed by the trumpets seemed to be upsetting the enemy soldiers, like the ancient blast of Old Testament trumpets that had enough destructive energy to bring down the walls of Jericho. We could all see them trying to cover their ears while bending over grimacing in pain. Even their horses were bucking and bolting, causing even more panic in their ranks.

This development wasn't part of my dream, but I could see that a new chapter in Jewish history was being written before my very eyes. Upon seeing our forces only standing there, apparently without any weapons, Holden ordered the legions nearest the upward slope leading to our positions to attack.

A FORWARD DETACHMENT OF FOOT soldiers halted in a zone 100 yards from us, and drawing their bows waited for a signal to deliver a volley of deadly arrows. With another blast from the ram's horn, the rebels with the power to form protective bubbles around our soldiers went into action. Released, the arrows flew toward us, but were all successfully deflected. Frustrated, but not deterred, Holden ordered the horseman to charge up the sides of the valley to our position.

Another blast from the ram's horn and the storm clouds that had been gathering over the valley began spitting thunder and lightning. Rebels with the gift to form and direct tornadoes pulled them out of the angry gray thunderhead cloud formations and the horsemen were routed, the fierce winds pulling horses, men, and weapons up off the ground and into the terrible vortex of each twister, before dropping them from hundreds of feet up to their death. Upon falling, many were impaled on their own swords or inadvertently killed the GLSF reinforcements they landed on who were waiting in reserve in the middle of the valley. Holden and his generals were shocked by this setback, but his last play was an all-out assault using his vast advantage in sheer numbers. Holden's signal to advance was shortly followed by another ram's horn blast.

Somehow we knew what to do. In unison, like a flock of birds in flight who all suddenly turn together in a different direction, we all put our hands up, pointing them to the still-angry sky now spawning torrential rain, fierce straight-line winds, hail, and lighting down on the valley.

Descending majestically from the clouds were 1,000 warrior angels, riding white horses, clad in armor and wielding Luke-Skywalker like laser swords that could slice through anything. Wave after wave of GLSF soldiers were cut down like stalks of wheat before a sharp scythe as they advanced against the divine army. Their holy mission accomplished, the angels retreated back into the clouds and disappeared.

IN ONLY THREE HOURS OF FIERCE fighting, two million men and horses perished savagely on the plains of Megiddo. When Holden could see that the battle was lost, he and a few of his generals snuck away and headed back through Syria to Duma, where a jet was waiting to take him back to GLSF headquarters at the Palace of Versailles.

When the storm clouds dissipated we knew it was safe to go down into the valley to witness this miraculous massacre—the mighty divine Hand of God turning the tide of ancient conflict that literally went back to the beginning of time.

Lucifer's son would not be able to claim Earth as his father's undisputed kingdom.

HAD I JUST WITNESSED THE FULFILLMENT of prophesy in Revelations describing the great Battle of Armageddon? It was supposed to take place during a seven-year period before the return of Christ? It was just a passing thought stemming back to my Bible school days, but was I actually living in the middle of the predicted Tribulation? Did that mean I might live to see Jesus walking among us once again?

Living in the midst of my personal time of trials, the only thing I could think of was getting back to some sense of normalcy, like the way things used to be before all this mayhem began—before Holden, before the Guardian, when the worst problem I had was deciding what to wear to school.

THE BATTLE WAS WON, BUT LITTLE DID I know that the struggle to save our planet from utter destruction and form a new global society based Justice and Sharing, one where each person could live a good life, had just begun.