I will share this excerpt from my book Will the Real Me Please Stand Up, for my heart is beginning to understand in greater depth of this vision given several years ago. May the LORD bless it wherever HE is sending it. He that hath an ear let him hear what the Spirit is saying unto the Churches.
"Another Vision of the Battlefield:
But in the midst of the combat, I came into view as being disoriented and very confused. I had been hit by a pipe bomb that the enemy hurled my way. For a brief moment, I was unable to act because I had taken a hit to the chest and the side of my head. Holding my head and clutching at my chest, I sought refuge behind some rocks. But the soldiers around me did not take notice that I had been severely wounded and was bleeding profusely.
Behind the rocks, I was able to regroup; it was there that that I got a broader glimpse of the battle ahead. There was a war going on but most seem to be fighting their own personal battles. I observed soldiers that remained motionless as if nothing was happening. Did they not recognize the severity of the opposition we were up against? Some fought but many just stood around and watched as others tended to their personal wounds.
The negligent, daydreaming, and unmindful disposition of the soldiers was no real threat to the adversary. The enemy did not bother them at all; interestingly, their only focus seemed to be on the soldiers that would not give up the fight.
Through bloody eyes, I looked on as one soldier lost her helmet. The enemy was brutally and viciously attacking her head, I could see the empty bald spots from where they had yanked out her hair. She was crying as she held to her head but she would not fight back. I yelled to her to run to the rocks but she just sat there crying.
I became angry as I yelled from behind the rocks at the ones who were at closer range; they did nothing but stare as if it were some circus side show. Their disposition left me bamboozled. If we were a team and on the same side, why were they not coming to my aid or the aid of the other girl who at the moment seemed to be in need of immediate attention?
I scuttled toward the soldier that had lost her helmet only to find her stretched out on the ground by the time I reach her. I could not tell if she was dead or alive but before I knew it, I heard the unleashing sounds of another pipe bomb. I saw soldiers taking cover and forgetting those that were left wounded on the battlefield and opened to further assault. I knew that I could not save everyone so I threw myself over her body; maybe just maybe she was still alive.
By now, I could see the enemy making ground and taking advantage of this opportunity. They went about slaying and plunging their swords into the soldiers that were left opened to the elements. Some were losing vital parts of their bodies; arms and legs were being cut off while others were having their eyes plucked out. It was a ghastly and grisly combat.
As I lay atop of the body, I could hear the breathing hums that whirred through her dried and cracked lips. She was alive, thank GOD, she was alive! I told her that it was going to be okay and that I would get her to safety.
I dragged her mangled body across the ground and when the enemy saw me pulling her to safety, he darted my way. Forgetting the pain from the wounds I had sustained myself, I took one inflexible and fearless look at him and as we locked eyes, I screamed you cannot and will not have her!
He plunged full force in my direction but I steadily held to my place. My killer shoes anchored their pointed metal studs into the ground, giving me a secured and tenable stance. Making sure to stay focused on my target, I took out the lances in my belt and flung them as hard as I could; I knocked him straight off his feet and into a comatose state.
I beheld my comrades falling all around and the disconnection I witnessed within our unit infuriated me. Where was our task force commandeering plan of action? I looked through my binoculars to get a closer view.
With my listening device, I was able to hear captains arguing with their lieutenants about plans and strategies. They argued about who plan was better and what was better, while others argued about the dress code, colors, insignias and things of no significance. No one was paying attention to the operation at hand. We were in a state of emergency and there was confusion and chaos everywhere.
But selfish and personal motives had found their way into the hearts of the company; every man for his own. The lack of unity, effective training, and inexperience added tot he impediment of the company's mission. I noticed artless gunmen shelling ammo carelessly and wildly; dispatching bullets at anything that budge and occasionally causing injury to their own men.
Soldiers were unsuitably ranked and incorrectly titled into classes and groupings without proper preparation. The recruiting stations were full of hundreds of rookie soldiers with no experience, yet, they were being thrown into combat.
I was told to survey, take notes and execute a written plan of corrective action of what I was about to see. How could I be asked to sit back and write in the middle of a raging war? I thought I should have been on the battlefield; they needed all the help they could get. But HE who knew my thoughts gently replied that this was where I need to be and what I needed to do.
I saw that we were suffering under the heavy setbacks of our own troops and I became very discouraged. I asked HIM who knew my thoughts how we would win the war if our team was so off course and divided.
But I took note of a special defense group that appeared; they had large white stripe girdles that supported their upper and lower limbs. They were quite agile and swift as they moved around on the battleground like some "cut-loose kicking butt ninjas." They were competently and dexterously waging their swords with one hand and nimbly-fingered their shields to guard with the other. They were light on their feet and move with supreme agility. I felt like I was watching an action packed adventure movie and all I need was my sunflower seeds, a coke, and some popcorn.
But the majority of soldiers knew nothing about infiltrating their opponent's camp. Soldiers were carelessly falling into ditches and pits; many were completely oblivious to the traps before them and their inexperience on the battlefield cause many of them to lose their lives.
I was angry at the leading officers for imprudently sending inexperienced men and women into conflicts that should have been handled by the qualified veterans. How could they allow such a thing to happen? Soldiers were losing their lives trying to fight a war they did not understand. But I kept taking notes; carefully observing and writing all that I saw.
By now, the gashes and lacerations that I had suffered needed medical attention. I could no longer continue to doctor my wounds; they had become infectious and enlarged twice in size. I was in need of surgical treatment by a highly skilled, trained and experienced specialist.
I was wounded and knew if I didn't get help soon, I too, would die just like the others had. Jest then two comrades came into view; I could tell they were special agents because their uniforms were different from those of the common soldiers. They word white with emblems of red stripes on their arms.
Will the Real Me Please Stand Up! Pages 126-130
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Narda Goodson
First Lady of Whitewright, Texas
2012 Will the REAL ME Please Stand Up!
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2012 Will the REAL ME Please Stand Up!
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