The story does not end at the cross. Three days later, Jesus came back to life! Today, right now, He is seated next to God, reigning in heaven. That is OUR story now, as well. It is a story of VICTORY.
Yesterday I shared the first vision I had of the crucifixion in 2019. Several weeks later I again was transported to Christ’s crucifixion in another vision. In this vision, I was able to see what was happening in the spiritual realm that day. This vision ended with the glorious resurrection of Jesus Christ.
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I stood in the crowd after Pontius Pilate had ordered to have Jesus beaten. I watched horrified with the others as the guards prepared to strike him with their whips. In the vision, God opened my eyes to see the spiritual realm during that momentous event. Angels surrounded Jesus. Hundreds of them filled the courtyard. Others hovered in the air above Jesus. They looked stunned, terror-stricken at what they were seeing. Many of them held their swords, ready to attack the guards, to end this horror.
God would not allow them to act. They could only watch helplessly as Jesus was flogged and beaten, waiting desperately for God to give them the signal to intervene. That signal never came. Jesus himself also held them back. He had given God His permission… “Not My will, but Yours be done.” And so God was ripped in two so that we might be able to enter into union with Him.
On Golgotha, Jesus’ broken body was surrounded by attending angels. They embraced Jesus’ body as He was being nailed to the cross and stayed with Him as He hung there. They held tightly onto Him, caressing His wounds, kissing His body. They wept violently at His pain. They begged Him to say the word and let them take Him down from the cross… to let them destroy His murderers with their mighty swords. But Jesus would not allow them to do these things. They wept all the more as He refused their pleas. I was amazed at how deeply the angels love Jesus. They worship Him too. They were tortured by His pain.
The angels were forced to leave Him in the moments before He died. They wept bitterly, clinging desperately to His body as they were pulled away from Him by an invisible force.
Hoards of demons rushed in immediately when the angels left Him. Dark, hideous trolls of the underworld surrounded Jesus’ body. They tortured His wrecked body as He hung there dying, slicing their talons into His skin and ripping His flesh further. They laughed and taunted as He gasped for His final breaths. They paraded their deformed bodies around the cross in triumph.
I watched disgusted at their celebration after Jesus died. As His body was put into the tomb and the stone rolled into place, the demons erupted into a ghastly debaucherous party in front of the tomb. They maniacally laughed and mocked, toasting each other with gnarled claws raised in the air. Satan stood in their midst nodding at their obscene celebrations, his mouth twisting into a wicked smirk.
A faint light appeared on the horizon. It slowly grew stronger and brighter into a dazzling sun. The demons were too preoccupied in their disgusting orgy to notice. Then the stone blocking the cave entrance began to shake, almost imperceptibly at first and then faster and faster until it rolled backwards away from the mouth of the cave. Christ emerged alive from the tomb.
The demons abruptly stopped their revelries and turned to gape in horror at Jesus. Satan scowled, black eyes glowering in hatred at the figure standing in front of the empty tomb.
Christ was risen and glorious, alive, healed and whole. His body grew into an immense, brightly shining giant. He slowly raised His arm and pointed his finger accusingly as Satan and all his demons cowered beneath Christ’s unflinching stare. They morosely slithered, banished into the now empty cave. And the stone was divinely rolled back into place by an invisible hand, trapping them all inside…