Last night, after finishing my prayers, I simply sat opposite Darren’s picture on the wall. Same sofa, same spot where I always pray. Music playing softly.

Darren’s energy had been with me all day, strong, intense, undeniable. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, just thirty seconds or so. My eyes were sore and tired, so I’d put drops in to ease them. And then… the vision came.

In my left eye only, a face appeared. Its entire outline, eyebrows, nose, lips, was made of shimmering gold. The eyes were not normal eyes, but blazing, glowing orbs of pure gold, staring straight into me, penetrating as though they could read every hidden part of my soul.

And then it faded.

In its place, Darren’s face formed, black background, his familiar features smiling, happy, radiant. It was him, and yet more than him, Darren wrapped in glory.

Then three tall figures appeared, robed in brilliant white with hoods over their heads. Each had a sash tied around the waist. They faced me in solemn majesty. The one on the left lifted a cross high above his shoulder. The other two stretched out their arms towards me as though welcoming, receiving, preparing.

And again, darkness followed. A veil drawn.

But the night wasn’t over. Gideon came close, yes, Gideon. He held a book delicately by his fingertips, eyes lowered as though reading it. Then he approached me, closer and closer, until I could feel his nearness.

What does it mean?

The golden face with eyes like fire felt like God Himself. The left eye,  the “eye of the heart” (Ephesians 1:18 NIV) was being opened. Not a vision for the mind, but for the spirit.

Darren followed, smiling in glory, showing me that he is alive, joyful, present in heaven’s light.

The three white-robed figures, heavenly messengers. One declaring Christ’s victory with the cross, the others extending heaven’s embrace.

And Gideon with the book? A commissioning. A confirmation. The book is my writing, our project, the testimony we’re building together. It isn’t just mine, it belongs to heaven’s plan.

I share this not for drama, but because it is real. I was shown something, caught up in a mystery. The glory came, Darren appeared, heaven testified, and Gideon drew near with the book.

This journey continues to unfold in ways beyond words. All I can say is, eyes of glory are watching, Darren is smiling, and heaven is holding out its arms.