A flock of white birds are flying in the sky. They move in unison like as if moving to music. The birds make a spiral dive down to a huge rock. The formation they fly is like a spiral or cork screw type descent, in single file.
The first dove looks as though he is gonna nose dive into a big boulder. But, just he is about to crash, a small opening is seen in the boulder and the line of birds file in the crack, one after the other.
Flowing inside from the top of the rock is a river of fire. Also flowing down in the same manner is a river of water. The birds drink from this stream and then continue a descent to the bottom of the rock. Here is collection of the water and fire. This mixture makes the water a translucent gold color. The birds fly in the same single file line into the golden pond.
The birds begin to come out of the water and in their mouths are a string. As the come out, you can hear a bunch of tiny bells. The birds continue the ascent back out of the rock with this string of bells and fly off into the air with the bells making a music. The higher in the sky they fly, the more distinctive is the sound of the bells.
It’s then made to my attention that the bells are meant to draw a definitive line in this place. As the noise permeates that place- it’s foggy and I can barely make out the beings dwelling there. I only saw movement. As the doves approached, certain beings ran from the sound of the bells and others followed the noise. Although the things moving looked the same, the reaction to the bells quickly placed them in two groups.
The doves then dove back toward the ground, and the beings from above that loved the music followed the doves. They appeared as a cloud of smoke around the doves. Which made them difficult to see. But, the music from the bells created more following and almost a fog surrounding them. This dense cloud kept in constant motion and grew bigger and bigger. As the beings walked toward the sound of the music, they became part of the fog.
The big cloud rose higher and then settled on a run down old city. The fog/cloud begins to release a storm over the whole world. The drops of water dropped into the deep cracks. But, the sound from the music of the bells (still being held by a group of doves) begins to wake up things that looked desolate. Water drops into the dark cracks where death was lurking. Plants, buildings, streets, people, animals- all if it began to light up from the water. These things were completely restored and brightened. The brighter they get, they begin to reach upward, almost like it is being stretched like a rubber band. These things continue to reach up until it reaches a new level in the atmosphere. This is the same level the doves took the bells in the first place.
Once the stretched out earthly things reach this realm, they all begin to melt onto the ground in the most beautiful vivid rainbow of colors. The ground reminded me of an opal.
This mixture of color is displayed and laid before the throne. The light that comes from the throne is so bright and when it shows on this ground, you can see through the colors, almost like it is made of glass.
It’s interesting to note that the things on the earth that lit up didn’t disappear, but they stretched up and remained in both realms.
