Vision: Eagles Versus Crows! A Standoff!

VISION: EAGLES VERSUS CROWS! A STANDOFF!

28.3.07
A few days ago, I saw what looked like a chemical plant. All around it was barbed wire. There was a sickly smell in the vicinity.

Crows, in large numbers, were perched on the barbed wire. I saw, a large number of huge eagles arrive and perch themselves alongside the crows.

As I saw these eagles perched alongside the crows,though it appeared odd, I knew by just looking at these eagles, that they were wise and something was about to unfold here.

The wire on the fence, it appeared was poison tipped. It was poison to eagles who when they sat on it would the moment their feet touched the poisoned points of the wire, all their strength to fly off would be drained off and their bodies would become numb. Conversely, the poison gave the crows a new high.

These wise eagles I saw did not place their feet on the barbed wire, nor did they talk to the crows, though they were at this moment perched alongside them. To my amazement I saw that each eagle was carrying a gold handbag, slung over a wing! The crows could not see the gold handbags.

The crows it appeared had been generally inviting eagles throughout, to come and perch with them on the barbed wire, saying, “The view here is better than what you have in the sky’. The wise eagles with gold handbags came to the chemical plant. They, unknown to the crows, all placed their gold handbags on the barbed wire and perched atop the bags. The crows were unaware of this.

The crows said to the wise eagles, exactly what they’d said to all eagles that’d gone before them, 'look hard at the depth below'. Below, all around were what looked like trenches, through which flowed the chemical waste, and there was much old, used, thick black oil flowing in these trenches. Other eagles, instigated by the crows, had always leaned forward to look hard at the depth of this black oil in trenches, it was in their curiosity, that they’d lean so dangerously, that the poison would enter their feet, they’d go numb, and the crows would nonchalantly at this point just push them off the fence, with their wing. The crows were expecting to do the same with these wise eagles.

They were not expecting this day to be any different from the others.

As the crows leaned forward, to demonstrate how to look down hard at the depth, the wise eagles now immediately understood, where the other lost eagles had gone. It appeared that the wise eagles had been sent to look for lost eagles. They did not know where many of their eagles had disappeared to, without a trace. The moment the crows leaned forward to point towards the ‘depth of the black oil’, the wise eagles immediately knew where to look for their lost ones. They took the gold handbags they were perched on, and hit the crows hard on their heads. The gold handbags as I was allowed to see, when they opened up, were not ordinary handbags, each held only a bible within, nothing else.

There was a spectacular fight, and the wise eagles, as they held out their handbags, I saw that the gold bags grew to an amazing size, and could kill a multitude of crows at a time. Many crows had now arrived in the skies, to help their own. The wise eagles, were outnumbered. But the handbags were so huge now, they knocked the crows down hard, hitting them on their heads. The crows fell to the ground, in the places, where they had sent the lost eagles.

Some eagles, went directly for the jugular, and killed the crows with their beaks. Within the vision I wondered if whilst most wise eagles killed the crows with their gold handbags, why these few others had gone for the jugular.Having killed/injured the crows, the wise eagles flew around the chemical plant in search of the lost eagles. They found the lost ones, buried in mud and black oil, as they brought them out of these places, to their amazement they realized that buried even way further deep in the oily mud, were more lost eagles, who had disappeared ages ago, even before the time these wise ones became wise and eagles. They had not known about them. They had come looking only for lost eagles, they knew about.

This discovery was a great surprise to them.

The eagles carried these multitudes of lost eagles that looked dirty, dead and lifeless, to the Lord. These lost ones were placed under the waterfall and white eagles gently watched over them.

The lost eagles were a pathetic sight. The black oil and mud had rendered them powerless, and they really looked and seemed dead. The waterfall washed away their filth. The lost/dead eagles were neither lost nor dead anymore. They were ALIVE, THEY WERE BREATHING, AND THEY LOOKED SO CLEAN! The wise eagles too washed under the waterfall and those who’d gone for the jugular, had also their mouths washed in the waterfall. The wise eagles who had fought with handbags, did not have their mouths washed, only their bodies.


Oh! The joyful sounds of rejoicing were heard. Such great extent of rejoicing as I have never seen or heard before! The white eagles were rejoicing, celebrating. The now-alive eagles looked rather small in size. But I understood that they would be given work and that they would one day grow to the size of the wise eagles. The wise eagles were standing together, watching the joy, seemingly, for less than a fraction of a second, feeling almost ignored in all the celebration.

They heard this great sound of celebration, and then I saw them in two’s facing each other, looking at each other directly in the eye, and for less than that fraction of a split second they had been only watching silently, but now suddenly turning to each other, wings to wings they clapped, and nodding their heads to each other, they said rejoicing aloud, “We are not as the prodigal’s brother”. They rejoiced with a mighty rejoicing, and now fully partook in the joyous celebration.

Jeremiah 1:12: Then said the Lord unto me, Thou hast well seen: for I will hasten my word to perform it.

Bombay-India

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