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His Deliverance
Chapter 8 from Revolution: The White Horse Rider
Victoria Boyson
www.victoriaboyson.com
Taken out of the physical realm of earth, Beloved was in a place she'd never seen before. She stood alone on what seemed to her a vast sea of scorched, desolate ground. It was resolutely the most barren place she'd ever been. The sky above was filled with a dusty orange haze, permeating the hopeless atmosphere that filled the desperate place. She was sure nothing ever could nor ever had grown in such a spiritless land.
Unsure of why she was there, she knew this realm was the spirit-realm hovering over the earth and she guardedly observed her surroundings with the effort of a vigilant surveyor. Reassuring herself that the Father would never permit any harm to come to her, she tried in vain to let her instinctive guard down.
She saw movement on the horizon. Something very small and dark seemed to be crawling toward her on the ground.
Relieved, Beloved heaved a panic-eased sigh of relief. "It's only a spider..." she whispered to herself. "A little larger than usual, but only a spider."
Still, her spirit continued to deduce a keen sense of alertness in the surroundings, but she was trying to convince herself there was no need to be alarmed.
Yet, as she watched the horizon, a few more eight-legged creatures followed the path of the ones preceding them. Curious, but not alarmed, Beloved noticed farther out on the parched dry field even more spiders.
Her hard-won peace was very soon bruised by the rising realization that it wasn't just a few large spiders, but was quickly becoming a horde... all headed toward her.
Rapidly, the scene before her changed to one that equaled the alarm in her spirit. She was suddenly being overrun by black, wiry, tittering spiders.
Beloved did not know what to make of what was occurring and was unsure if she was truly in danger. Suddenly, she realized it was, in fact, millions of spiders running, racing toward her, all around. Soon, she could see nothing now but arachnidian, and they were almost on top of her. Quite shocked, she quickly turned in an attempt to run away, but soon realized she was running with them, not away.
As she second-guessed her impulse to run, she turned back in time to catch a glimpse of something that took her breath away.
Shocked, Beloved froze for a moment, trying to see more clearly what she hoped she did not see. She stopped and gazed into the distance from where they appeared to have come.
Beloved gasped.
She now realized the spiders were not running at her, but were running from something. They were running at a terrified speed from an enormous, rolling cloud of thick heavy dust and smoke that was fast approaching!
Beloved watched in terror as she felt physically frozen, unable to move. She was stunned by what appeared to her as a massive, rushing dust cloud, preparing to engulf her.
White smoke exploded repeatedly from the cloud as if it were alive. Rolling powerfully toward her, she instinctively felt the rage of the inferno it possessed as explosions of energy within shifted its force like a steering wheel, steadying its path.
As fear increased amongst the spiders all around her, Beloved's weak hold on peace was dissipating. She was now overcome by dread, fearing for her life.
Just as she had braced herself for the inevitable end, she saw a vague glimmer of something emerging from the depth of the cloud.
Beloved fixed her eyes straight into it.
Trying to convince herself she did, indeed, see what she had thought she'd seen, the emergent revealed itself again.
Yes. She was sure now. She had truly seen a human form rising from the center of the billowing mass. Leaping and bounding in the raging inferno of monumental dust and energy was the figure of a man.
The closer the cloud drew, the more clearly she saw the image of a man riding on a powerful, massive horse, bounding toward her with such force it shook the ground as it landed. Over and over, like the power in a great engine, the horse and rider closed in on the dreadful spiders. Again and again, they gained ground and Beloved realized they, with all their might, would soon be upon her as well.
In her mesmerized state, she'd not taken the time to answer the questions of her own heart, but instinctively started to run away as earnestly and desperately as the hopelessly tormented creatures had.
Running breathlessly for her life, Beloved did not know how long she had run before the creeping realization passed over her that it was utterly fruitless and she began to slow. Her curiosity grew beyond what she could hold back... she must know.
Who was riding the massive beast?
Suddenly, as she tested her thoughts, a refuge seemed to appear out of no where and Beloved climbed atop a great rock seemingly provided for her safety. Bounding to the top of the rock, she leapt with intensity and, catching her breath, turned impatiently to watch the massive cloud with horse and Rider approach.
From this vantage point, she no longer considered fear. Her entire being was filling now with the wonder of the reality pouring out before her.
Truly, it was He. She knew His form and ruddy-brown hair. And given away by His steady resolve, she well recognized Him and was instantly filled with relieved anticipation.
Joy consumed her entire being. She was overcome with rapture, for riding on a massive white horse came a king, her King! Wearing
a thick gold crown, His hair blown about from His erratic charge, creating the thick cloud as He rode.
She stared intensely. "His eyes, I must see His eyes!"
Suddenly, Beloved saw His face,
reddish-brown, peering from beneath the fog of smoke and dust, and in an instant her heart jumped in her chest. His eyes...
Piercing her like lightning striking a lifeless soul, it was then she realized how
much death had penetrated her life on earth. His eyes possessed the treasure of heaven, the glory of the domains of His Father. Ferocious, fiery eyes, He was the terror of hell - the unstoppable Fearsome of heaven's
realm. And HE had come to earth...
She had seen Him before, yes, but not here. She'd not seen the fire of heaven in this desolate, dark spirit-realm and He took her breath away. All her fears vanished, replaced
by the intensity of every dream she'd ever dreamt coming to a sudden and powerful reality before her.
"My Lord!" she felt herself scream with all her might into the tornado of dust approaching
her.
Turning to her in response, she saw hundreds of watchers surrounding the Lord, appearing to her like glimmers of light reflecting a celestial glow. Now she could see again the angelic who filled the sky all
around Him.
His ride continued violently, dust exploding, while flashes of fire followed all around as He rode. Like a violent storm, He made His advance toward the parched, dry fields of the earth.
Charging to meet His accusers, and those of His well-loved bride, the Rider approached.
Generating a massive storm as He entered earth's atmosphere, sundering the strongholds tightly held by the enemy
for generations, He broke through their intensely strong grip as though it were nothing. Devastating the earth's surface with the great noise of its massive hooves, the white horse and Rider thundered through the dry,
dense earth.
Followed by the horse's forceful gallop, Beloved saw words emerging from its hooves each time they landed. Like swords penetrating the hard earth, powerful words crashed through the ground like
lightning. Beloved knew she must focus on the words.
Again and again, like the barrage from a great army, the words cut through the earth's crust, penetrating through it to its core. It was His Word!
They were King David's words. She recognized them from the Psalms.
Over and over, they pounded through the earth. Unshakable in their retribution, they tore into the depths of the dust; "But the
wicked will die. The Lord's enemies are like flowers in a field -- they will disappear like smoke."
"The wicked draw their swords and string their bows to kill the poor and the oppressed, to slaughter
those who do right."
On and on the words struck the earth like the fist of God, "But their swords will stab their own hearts, and their bows will be broken."
Reaching out like
tentacles underground, the light-filled words penetrated the earth with the truth of the inescapable retribution of the Lord of heaven's armies. "...the strength of the wicked will be shattered..." until
Beloved felt faint from the intensity of their power.
Collapsing on to the rock where she had been standing, she held herself in check. "Don't," Beloved coached herself. "You're not going to fail Him now! He needs you!"
On
and on He rode over the earth, generating strong earth-shattering quakes throughout the earth. Beloved was girded in strength by the unseen force of her Holy Guide. As she steadied herself, she wanted to imprint the image
on her mind.
All around her, she felt the demonic forces of evil scamper in terror as He rode. It was their terror she'd felt. They had expected this all along and yet, they had grown lethargic in their watch of Him.
Filled with the dread of doom, they could only flee in terror as they were shaken by His sudden approach. Flooded with panic, the scourge of spiders felt the force of His Words pounding into the earth.
Riding over the surface of the supernatural field, Beloved watched as He was joined by many others. Those who'd been martyred for His sake rode with Him as He drove His massive army over the surface of the earth.
He rode ceaselessly until, at last, He felt He'd covered the vast territory and came to an awe-inspiring halt.
Surrounded by a glory cloud, the White Horse Rider appeared as though riding a celestial nebulous glow, with fiery clouds and swirling mists of purple, red, blue and bright fuchsia rolling continuously in and around Him. Endlessly, the sounds of crashing water flooded the sky. He seemed to break through the barrier of the earth's realm as easily as stepping through a door.
As lightning struck out from Him, the sky continued to break with cracks of thunder. The nebulae swirled around Him like a grand group of creatures breathing in and out. Fire-like stars burst in and through Him as He stood radiantly regal in the midst of the natural realm's sky.
Robed like a bear, with the mane of a lion draped around His shoulders and chest, His garment trailed behind him, blanketing the great, white, warrior-horse He rode. Flowing like fiery blood into the nebulous surrounding him, the Rider steadied His steed as the great horse grew fiercely impatient after its charge.
Intensely anxious to accomplish his task, the extraordinary beast beat his hooves upon the ground again and again, releasing even more powerful earthquakes into the earth. As clouds of fire burst from His nostrils as he heaved, he bared his teeth like an animal ready to strike.
Atop the head of the White Horse Rider was a tremendous gleaming crown mounted like a sky scraper of golden towers and His eyes were flames of white fire.
When He looked at her, Beloved felt overwhelmed by the power of His unspeakable love.
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