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The Four Winds,

The Sounding Trumpets, The Big Horns, and The Word

Chapter 3

By: Alan Smith

Trumpets: trumpets everywhere began to come forth from the heavens and rest upon the lips of some of the angels.  What an incredible sight to behold!  I could not understand why every angel did not have a trumpet in which to blow; but I just kept watching as the mystery unfolded.  There were trumpets of silver and of gold, each having a distinct shape which produced its own individual sound.  They also reflected, like that of the swords and shields, a light that intensified as the sounds they projected grew louder and louder.  Sounds: what unbelievable sounds came from the trumpets!  They were sounds of authority and direction.  I could not help but notice the notes as they came to attention when certain sounds came from them.  I could feel the presence of these sounding winds upon my face as I gazed in their direction.

“You must hurry; blow winds blow,” I heard the voice from behind me say.  Suddenly, the winds upon my face grew stronger and stronger.  I thought I would fall under their intense presence.  Sounds of light penetrated every part of my entire being.  My whole body grew transparent as the sounds of light entered in.  I knew at this point, that everyone in this heavenly host could see through me.  “Breathe in the sounds of the winds,” I heard the voice say.  “For when you do, you will become transparent before us and you will fly.”  When the sounds of the winds left the ends of the trumpets, they were round in their spiritual glory, but then became humble and began to flatten themselves as if to be a covering or a carpet.  The winds that the trumpets created were like little spiritual flying carpets, upon which the treble clef notes were riding toward their destination of planet earth.  I had not seen the spiritual carpets all of this time.  It was only now that I had eyes to see this part of the revelation of the Four Winds.

“Is this thunder?” I asked myself.  “My whole body is vibrating.  I am shaking from within.”  This vibration stimulated my spirit and soul and created a cadence deep within me.  As this new vibration took over my being, it produced a flutter deep within my soul.  I felt the depth of the flutter within me, and I also felt a sensation of many waters enter my being.  I then saw brass instruments, much larger than the trumpets, coming from the west.  The brass instruments moved more slowly and there were not as many of them as there were the trumpets; but they were huge.  I then noticed a few of the angels lowering themselves before these big horns, as if to bow.  What a sight to behold!  As they bowed before the big horns, the horns slipped over the heads of the angels almost becoming part of them.  The angels then blew into the mouth piece of the big horns and sounds began to come forth.  I wondered what sounds these could be.  What was their purpose?  They were so deep and wide as their sounds sent peace and safety throughout the heavens.  The vibrations of the big horns were flat in appearance and much bigger than those of the trumpets.  Their thunderous vibrations were much lower than the trumpet sounds and were not as piercing as they shook the heavens and all that were in it.

As sounds proceeded from these tremendous instruments, another angel moved beside the big horns and raised its sword and was swinging it back and forth as the voice from behind it gave instructions.  “Swing now,” the voice said.  When the voice gave the command, the angel moved the sword right in front of the big horn and the sounds proceeding were then cut into measures of vibrations.  These vibrations then produced other flying carpets with much depth and width.  These vibrations were not as fast as the others, but were needed when the “Symphony of Praise” would be gathered on earth.  Somehow, I knew that these sounds would be the foundation upon which all others notes would build.

I looked with amazement as the bass clef notes boarded the magnificent flying carpets of the big horns.  “All aboard, all aboard,” I heard the musical voices of the carpets say.  “We must hurry for the treble clef notes are waiting.”  Then the voice from behind me, with a thunderous applause from the notes, called the “Word” forward to commission the notes on their earthly journey.  Oh my, I could not believe what I was seeing.  I could feel the presence and power of the Word before His arrival.  All of the notes, along with me, began to vibrate with this anticipation of the Word.  “He is coming, He is coming,” I could hear the notes say.  Then they shouted, “Can you hear Him?  Can you hear Him?”  As I turned, I began to see an object appear in the far distant part of the heavens.  I heard the faint sound of horse hoofs, as though they were beating a drum.  The cadence was that of royalty entering this enormous congregation of sound.  I could just barely see the imprint of a horse and rider as He was approaching.  I felt He was already among us, even though I could see Him far away.  I could not understand my experience, for He was with me and He was coming for me all at the same time.  When I tried to understand it with my mind, the experience would turn to black and white with no life or color and it would leave me confused.  I started to lose hope when I used my mind to see.  But when I viewed it through my spirit, the experience turned into a full color production of the heavens and all hope returned.

His tangible presence came closer and closer.  The brightness of His coming was blinding to the soul but illuminating to the spirit.  The reflections of the trumpets, big horns, and shields gave strength and power to the notes as the “lights” of His presence entered them.  The more light they received, the greater the vibrations.  I had not noticed before, but as the notes were being empowered by the light, you could see their color intensify.  I somehow knew that the intensity of their color determined how much light and life they had stored within them.  “More Lord; more Lord,” I heard the angels say to the Lord at His appearing.  “Give them more, for they will need it for the great Symphony of Praise.”  The Word: I see Him, and I could also feel Him in the deepest part of my being.  The lights that projected from His presence were just incredible, for they were like swords of fire.  They were every color that could be imagined as they shone in the heavens.  They illuminated and penetrated the treble clef notes, the bass clef notes. and the flying carpets.

I never heard the Word speak audibly.  He just seemed to speak with His eyes.  He would look and somehow you knew what He was saying.  He then turned and looked toward the heavens.  Once again, I began vibrating and started looking transparent.  As I did, I felt a floating sensation and began to fly.