The Gathering

Suddenly at the family farm bonfire mid-fall. Singing, relaxing, and sharing a fall cookout.

There were signs of an intruder. Tobias yelled out into the night. Who goes there this is my property and I'm telling you get out. There is nothing of yours here it's family-owned and operated.”

Fortunately Deputy Sheriff Ben is there tonight and called the station. Soon the pasture was surrounded by flashing law enforcement lights.

The night sky filled with Warrior Angels standing down the Demons.

  “ There shall be a part to play with every day. Something I pray brought back to its rightful owner.”

 Angels sang out to the latter of whoever listened that night. Asleep or awake, dreams are even listening.

  If you believe as the Angels do then surely the first Owl you see will bring a warrior messenger among you to help field the wicked rats amongst you all. Partaking in sabotage as we speak. Then a quick glance of your keen eye at the magnified dawn brings a light of an inheritance of justice. Will prevail the key I leaveth thee is to unlock the forbidden door coming from a different point of view planted.

  Tobias quickened his step and did hoot the ole Owl did. A man of flesh and blood, bone of my bone of Christ Jesus. His right eye tuned into an eyepiece held tightly. A round piece of gold magnifying glass. Slipped into his pocket nicely. 

 Then another hoot of an Owl matched his perfectly. Down toward old Owly Howl perchance where dance in foot hills of an Owl zone. 

 Amongst the living practicing Gott on a regular basis. The transformation.