Well, its time for me to share with all of you another part of the story what turned out to be a very important decision. In my message, that started at the beginning of this thread, I told all of you of my weekly dreams struggling through the sands, but what I didnt tell you was what else happened in those dreams, one of them, was my Battle with Abaddon, it didnt start like the others, this one started while I was still awake, I felt nervous and knew I was going to find what I was looking for before the new moon. Each moment, I felt the energy building suddenly I knew I had two powerful angels standing behind me they knew what I was about to attempt. I had watched an exorcism, and saw how an evil spirit was pulled into the Holy Man and given over to the light.
I knew my battle was coming knowing it was time for Abaddon to rise up, the final battle between good and evil and I was someone that could stop him once and for all, I saw the destruction it caused to earth and had an idea on how to prevent it. It was time, my one chance to find him before the battle
Suddenly it happened, I found the person I was looking for under Abaddons Spell, I felt shivers up and down my spine just reading her words on the forum, she was the founder of a website, as I looked at the website, I saw how it was using missing children to stir racial hatred. I was shaking as I started talking with her, suddenly it happened the rage inside of her opened the channel to the Dark Lord, I reached in and grabbed him, the angels put their hands on my shoulders, as I drew him in I passed out and pulled him into the dimensions in my dreams, we appeared in a field as I released him, I was a mosquito in size compared to this monstrous beast, I could feel the evil radiating from this abomination, he was looking for me, but couldnt see me I was so small, what had I gotten myself into.
I had stolen Abaddons army, and now brought him to where they were waiting for me to finish leading them to heaven, what had I done?
I closed my eyes as I drew my sword taking a deep breath, and when I opened them the sword was growing and I along with it. when I had grown to 2/3 its size, I stopped, he turned around seeing me behind him and he let out a roar as he raised his sword swinging it at me hard enough to crush me, but when his sword hit mine, there was an explosion of sparks and it absorbed the blow, the battle raged on for what seemed like hours, I didnt know how to attack with a sword, all I was doing was defending myself against his blows, one time as I spun to defend myself, the sword slashed his shoulder, he disappeared, I looked around to see if this was a trick, but couldnt see him, I looked down and saw the crowd had formed a small circle, and as I shrunk back into myself I was standing in the circle, the enormous beast, was struck down with one blow, all was left, was a wounded angel laying on the ground bleeding, I walked forward placing the point of the sword of light on his chest right over his heart, the crowd was screaming for me to finish him one flick of the wrist and it would all be over.
I looked in his eyes, and all I could feel was pity, I saw this once great angel, which had been judged by God and sent into the darkness, I saw how he ate dirt and worms to survive and keep his strength. I saw all the evil he had caused and in my mind, I heard the decision was mine; the crowd was screaming telling me to hurry while I had the chance. I couldnt do it, I had been brought up to never judge others it is not up to me to judge this angel. I slowly moved the sword from his heart, to his neck, and across touching his wound and watched it heal.
I pulled the sword away and reached out offering him my hand, which he took and stood up smiling, by the time I saw the flash it was too late, his dagger plunged up into my ribs for a death blow. He laughed seeing the anguish in my eyes, I dropped to my knees and he turned around running for the doorway.
I held my hand over the wound, feeling the blood pouring through my fingers, tears rolled down my cheeks from the pain, but not from my wound, this pain was much deeper, it was the pain of failure, I had the chance to destroy evil, I failed my kids, not just my kids, but all the children in the world.
Muhammad kneeled down in front of me looking into my eyes, I told him, Im sorry, he covered his face with his hands and let out a cry that shook the heavens, this wasnt Davids battle, he wasnt even Muslim but he lead the spirits of Islam from the darkness into light. He tried to deliver Muhammads message to Islam, but they were taught not to listen, by him. I started feeling weak my head dropped down to my chest as my vision started blurring, this is the end, and I failed.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and warmth wrapped around me, I felt the blood stop pouring through my fingers and the wound was healing, as my strength returned I lifted my head and looked up to see who was healing me, and Jesus was standing there, he said stand up David and I slowly got to my feet and looked into his eyes, he smiled as a father would to his son that had tried his best and failed and said I couldnt do it when I had the chance either
But then he showed me a vision of Abaddon running through the doorway into darkness and falling, he had entered in the wrong direction, and was still dropping into the endless pit. He waved his hand, and the doorway disappeared. God will never ask more of you than you can handle, look around at the hundreds of millions that have watched what you have done and the decision you made. You have done what was expected and shown you are worthy of being the councelor I promised to the world.
Then he showed me an image of what would have happened if I would have killed the dark lord, I saw an image of the earth being destroyed, earthquakes, tornados, Tsunamis the angels collecting all of Gods children for heaven, it would have been over. Just as there is a north and south pole, there is good and evil in the world and each time evil rises in strength, God sends one who can stop it. When you struck the beast, the sword absorbed its hatred that was making him so powerful over man.
Now you need to return to finish.
I looked over at Muhammad and he was smiling as I disappeared
I woke lifting my head from my keyboard wondering how long I had been there and looked in the mirror seeing button marks on my forehead.
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So much has happened in the world since that day; we just passed an important moment in history. Iran had the chance to stand up and make Muhammads birthday the Will of God is Peace day. But instead they stood defiant and announced they are enriching uranium and are expanding production.
Muhammad asked me what the response was by Islam, after the cartoon riots, he thought they would all stand up in protest over these rulers trying to bring destruction and chaos to the world in the name of him and Allah.
I told him no one said a word, no riots, no protests, they see Iran as heroes.
He looked at me in sadness and asked me to close the gateway to heaven.
I thought for a long while, this year, Muhammads birthday is 3 days before Jesus died, mine is 3 days before he was born. There are no coincidences
I can see Iran still has a chance to agree to the offer, I dont see the success they are claiming on enrichment, and think there is plenty of time for them to change their mind. If they dont, and move forward God will crush Tehran into rubble. The two rulers in Iran do not speak for all of Islam, it has billions of followers, and most are good. Dont forget, Jesus removed the doorway from darkness, as Radicals die they will now realize the paradise promised them is gone, they have entered the darkness and no one is going back in to save them, they will no longer drag the Muslims down.
The others were allowed to be saved because Abaddon had decieved them, but now the truth is out, so from this point forward you must seek the right path. If a Cleric walks into your village preaching violence and hatred, don't invite them into your homes, send them on their way.
Pray the leaders of Iran make the right decision, 14 million lives are depending on it.
I have faith they will
Israel, stay your hand, keep working on giving hope to your brothers and sisters the Palestinians :angel: