I grew up with horses and witnessed their magnificent power and gracefulness. After learning of spiritual entities in another realm, the horses are noted there also. Bringing in the turmoil and rendering the wrath of the heavenly here on earth with a loud but distance cry of authority.
I can hear hooves moving as if against a hollow ground. The sound of the beginning trot in the distant, but fast approaching as a day of reckoning. It strikes fear into my very soul as the quickening of my heartbeat and rapidly rising pulse starts a heavy breathing. It triggers an anticipation of the time drawing near. The horses; it may be in my imagination, but it sounds as clear as the rustle of winds through the screened porch. The sound of the gaited studs ripple softly in the wind yet the loudest sound my mind detects is the blood pumping from the veins in my left temple to my inner ear.
I immediately rise like a well trained soldier at roll call. The time is not yet come, his grace is sufficient. Wars and rumors of wars have them settled in the starting
gate ready to travel the four corners of the earth, with duties that will help decimate mankind for the deeds we have done. The symbol of strength and magnificence will be the barer of pains
and suffering as time has repeatedly told the saga over the centuries of defiance. I now unfold the revelation of the horses.
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