Sometime this year I had a vision. I saw myself on a flat mountain. The mountain was so high, that the top was higher than the clouds. Only occasionally could one see the ground below when the clouds moved and there were patches of air inbetween. The top was really flat, almost as flat as a table.
On the mountain top there were prophets from all nations and from every tongue. They were receiving words in the spirit from above and were prophesying downwards towards the earth. They were decreeing and declaring God’s will upon the earth, shifting atmospheres and changing situations with their decrees. They were prophesying unto societies, to nations, to kings and governments.
A few weeks ago I had a vision of myself as a young eagle. I was in a valley between two mountains that were close together. The space between the two mountains was filled with eagles flying in all directions. The air was full of eagles. Then I saw small scrolls falling from heaven, rolled up and tied closed in a red ribbon. As they fell, the eagles would grab the Word and fly out to deliver it to persons or gatherings on the earth.
Prophets on the mountain, declaring and decreeing to large areas and regions, prophets in the air, waiting and worship the Lord in spirit and truth (flying), prophets in the valley, receiving precise Rhema Words for distinct people.