This glorious Millennium was ushered in about six hundred years ago, and I readily learned the general particulars of its commencement.  The world had been very wicked prior to the dawn of this new age.  The majority of the people disregarded all spiritual truths, causing the darkness of sin to hang like a heavy pall over the nations of this planet.

There were earnest devotees who lived in the light and love of God, and who preached and pleaded with the thoughtless and the indifferent.  Notwithstanding all the efforts put forth on the part of the righteous, the generations of this distant world became more and more wicked until the Millennial dawn.

In the fullness of time the Millennium was ushered in by the appearance of the chief angel who came with several hundred thousand attending spirits.  At the approach of these celestial regiments the atmosphere far above the planet was darkened by ominous clouds through which the approaching legions shone with unearthly brightness.  All this occurred in the twinkling of an eye, even before the busy millions could look upward.  Then the chief angel and his magnificent host circled in the air, singing the resurrection song, which was augmented by ten thousand trumpeters, while the forked and sheet lightnings flashed in unison with the imposing waves of music, and heavy thunders contributed the bass intonations.

The celestial choir continued during one revolution of the planet.  The vast throng sang in the air as the planet revolved on its axis.  As each section of the globe came beneath the long extended line of melodious angels, the marvelous change took place for that section.  The sleeping saints came forth from their graves and, with the living saints, were caught up into the air.  This continued until this most eventful day was finished.

The scenes that occurred with the ungodly during this awful day beggar all description, so much so that I shall not attempt to describe the remorseful wails of horror that rent the air, only to be drowned by the ever-singing choir.  It was the day of triumph for the saints, and their ears were not disturbed by the cries of terror, nor were their hearts distracted by the opening of the earth to receive the wicked.

As the saints were caught up, the wicked fell into pits and have not been seen since.  The flames that issued from the rending globe set everything on fire.  Who can select language sufficiently graphic to portray such a lurid dissolution of a planet, and the gathering of the faithful, quick and dead?

Thus was this large world purified by fire while the saints were gloriously enraptured.  After the fury of this burning was passed, the great Creator of the universe made a new world whereon righteousness dwelled.

The saints became the possessors and rulers of this whole sphere, living in joy and peace unprecedented.  It has been the happiest six hundred years since the beginning of this planet.  How long this period will continue no one seems to know, and but few are conjecturing, for each soul is completely happy and congenially employed.