A Celestial Odyssey - The Angel Song

A Celestial Odyssey
The Angle Song


One late evening while deep in worship, in a vision I
saw an enormous angel ten times larger that the most physical and muscular man
I had ever seen on this earth. He had golden curly hair, with eyes like liquid
blue lightning. His face was like that of a shining white hot furnace and in
his mouth were tongues of fire form which came forth beautiful celestial
languages of the heavens. And suddenly, his right hand extended upward toward
the northern sky while his lift hand clasped the end of a brilliant, bright,
glowing amber sword.

His clothes were made of a heavenly material- such as
not ever found or seen on this earth – like a very fine bead-like material that
seemed as if it were alive. Platinum-like in color, it pulsated with light, a
living light that emanated the very glory of my Creator God.

Oh and sundry and ever- changing musical melodies in
endless scales and descants of indescribable beauty were like a spontaneous
spring gush- were like a spontaneous spring gushing forth form His very
garments. This angelic being had just come fresh from the presence of Almighty
God. Form I began to realize that the glory beads of his garment still sparkled
and shimmered with the light of God’s own Shekinah presence. I trembled at the
reality and the very existence of such glorious beings obviously from another
dimension far greater than this. His face was imbued with a spirit of nobility
and purity and purpose, and yet with an almost pitiful expression, he looked
down on my trembling frame and said with a loud clarion voice, ‘Come’.

He took me by the hand and in one moment we were
moving upward at great speed where I could see on the horizon to the north, a
great throne of light. All around the throne was a brilliant fog and mist,
surrounded by incalculably tall towering clouds with a multitude of lightenings
and loud thunders encompassing it. And I could see angelic beings singing beautiful
songs and some were doing cartwheels in the sky.

Again on the horizon one could easily see in the far distance
a glorious throne upon which sat the most excellent glorious God and King. And
above His throne was an emerald rainbow, the arc of which is immeasurable in
height, too awesome to describe. To the Northeast, I could clearly see seven
large, jeweled mountains with pillars of holy fire extending up form them.

The angel said, ‘This is the future dwelling place
prepared for God’s own elect.’ I then pleaded with the angel, “Please take me
closer to God’s throne,’ because I could feel the life and the love and the
light that came from His very being even though it was at such a far-off
distance. The closer we drew the more alive I felt- the more joy. I never felt
so alive in my entire existence. God is the source of all life and love and
holiness and perfection. To be close to Him is an unutterable ecstasy.

And as we drew closer I trembled with fear for I began
to see the four beasts. These Cherbim-like creatures, great powerful living
creatures who protect the throne of God, who incessantly praise the Lord of the
Universe. And I could see the multitude of their eyes, within and without, who
see and discern all things. One is not capable to perceive or calculate their
height, their width, their fearsome might or power, the amplitude of their
energy or strength. Glory and honor. As a great throne of angelic symphonies play
continuously free-flowing music. As I looked upward, I could see streaking
across the celestial skies of heaven like shooting stars, multitudes of amber like
chariots of multiple

Colors carrying scores of heavenly luminaries. And I
could see a sea of angelic beings Seraphim and Cherubim and archangels and
angels of all varieties, a multitude too numerous to estimate, all raising
their hands all playing instruments to the glory of Him who sits on the throne
between the four beasts.

Myriads of angels with such beautiful and glorious
singing; millions of angelic voices blending together in descants so high and
harmonious and complex with amazing ethereal quality as to defy the
imagination.

Suddenly there appeared to the right side of the
throne one who had the appearance as unto the Son of Man, in an instant, the
angel and I fell prostrate on the crystal floor and if slain while a great
archangel large than the sun exclaimed with a loud voice, [BEHOLD, THE SON OF GOD, WORSHIP
HIM!!!! The brilliance of the ‘Shekinah” Streams forth from His presence for
millions and millions of earth miles.

And with the voices of may waters, He said, ‘Let Him
who has ears hear what Jesus Christ has to say to His Church.’

Happy is he who turns aside form the pride of this
live, the lusts of the flesh, and who forsakes the secular, ungodly, worldly
paths of this fallen cosmos and Lucifer, the fallen one!”

Then, suddenly, I heard peels of the loudest thunders
and huge lightenings as the heavenly
whirlwinds pushed us higher and higher toward the most Holy One’s very own
throne. No flesh can behold directly the Father’s face or see His form. No evil
will dwell in His presence. No man will glory in His presence. No flesh can
glory in His presence. Yet the extent of the Holy Father’s face is
incomprehensible and without measure or analogy…

To see this part of the vision was for me to melt into
nothingness. I cried out to the angel, please save my life… For the lips of the
Lord are as a furnace of fire – there is no metaphor or words in earth language
to describe all this…. The face of our God cannot be spoken of…

Yet form his glorious face, He emits sparks and
lightenings of life for the entire universe. The light of the face of God is
brighter that a trillion sun-stars, His Holy face is man- like but it is
translucent and incandescent, and so unutterably beautiful and pleasurable
beyond any compare… Supremely awesome and
infinitely unique and glorious, with powerful and mighty mysterious voices of
incomprehensible magnitudes, multiple voices and billions of commands,
simultaneous commands, emitting forth form His mouth and being. His form is
attended to by armies of millions of angels who obey His Holy face with never
silent singing. The Glory of the omnipotent Eternal One is dazzling beyond
description.

The this marvelous archangel looked down upon me and
said, ‘Yet even the least of the elect saints are the brother of Jesus Christ,
your Lord. Yea, even thou shalt sing a song that we angelic beings can never
sing. For by the blood of Jesus Christ, ye have been adopted and made part of
the royal family of God, and ye will sing forever the song of the redeemed and
shall rule and reign with our God!

Yet, I still remember the vision and can almost recall
the glorious sounds of His angels…. For with the angel’s song I again can see
His throne. Glory!! Glory to Him forever and ever!!

Glory to Jesus!!!!!!! May I sing to you and praise you
with the angels!!! The angels worship
you and I adore you!!

Glory to the
Lamb!!