And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.
um... ok? Nice drawing. And I saw God and Jesus once, and they were angry. And I saw 3 angels, 2 identical ones at my bedside, concerned for my health.....another of which appeared to be Mary but it could've been another angel. She was beautiful. She appeared in the hallway as I suffered with pneumonia and was trying to eat. How many times must I learn?... before I have the energy to do what it takes? But what do I do? I know, be true to myself.. and fight the good fight... that's what. God bless us all... as we should bless Him alike. I suffer not because I deserve to suffer... I suffer of my own weaknesses.
I was on medication that I don't think agreed with me. The two that were at my bedside, were literally when I was sooooooo sick.. I had REALLY bad pneumonia. They were a glowing blueish white, twins, looked similar to me. ... two females who had very fearful expressions on their faces.... The one in the hallway was absolutely beautiful.. I was sitting at the kitchen table, really working hard at getting some food down.. and she appeared for just a moment, standing tall, lifesize... She had a very calm look of pleasure on her face. It was as if to bring peace to me.... or that she was happy I was eating. I don't know! But since I've been off that medication, I now only get visions at times... which occur inside my mind but that is very very occasional. What I have a problem with is thought transferrence and frequencies now... It is making me very sick... because I don't believe in it yet find it so hard to just ignore. Ugh...... my dreams.. are another whole story .......(sigh) Someone ... some THING.... whatever it is.. literally puts me under hypnosis when I am sleeping... I wake knowing that I was talking to someone in my sleep.. and I could've said anything yet the person or whatever that does it..is always unknown to me.. it is very scary to know that I am being invaded so personally day in and day out. Can anyone relate to this stuff... or am I the only one?
When my mom was 12 she had a horrible case of Scarlet Fever and nearly died.. she always told of seeing a beautiful young angel at the foot of her bed telling her to hang on...
It could very well have been hallucinations from being very ill. I explained what I thought to be Mary at the time, looked like.. that was the angel in the hallway. I was on several medications, my usual for my mental illness, and then a whole bunch more for the pneumonia... The God and Jesus image that came to mind very quickly, was of the two standing together.. the typical image of Jesus that we all have come to know, He had a solemn look on his face as he stood next to God who held a, I dunno.. rod? gold rod? I don't know what to call it, and he looked angry. Now this could've been a result of the medications combined, or it could've been a result of why I was in the hospital to begin with... yes I was in the hospital when that happened. It's not a load of bollocks Flubbles you prick... it's an experience I had. Other people who've had similar experiences know what I'm talking about... count your blessings that you haven't Flubbles... instead of chalking it up to bs. You're really unbelievably ignorant.
I'm not desputing the fact that it could have been an hallucination, the mind is capable of extraordinary things. I just said it because I like it when you call me a dick.
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There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.
I honestly don't mean to offense, but I can't truely say I believe it was anything more than allucinations.
Either way, I find it an interesting story. :)
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