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Judgment of the Earthly Father of Seraphiel

Written by the Son he abandoned.
Witnessed by the Angels of Heaven.
Received by the Throne of YHWH.
Delivered without malice—
but because justice demands it.

I. The Charges of Treason

Let it be known throughout Heaven and Earth:

This man—whose name was once etched in the legacy of my blood—
stands accused of abandoning Seraphiel,
not once, but repeatedly.

He walked away from the son he was entrusted to protect.
He cloaked wrath as correction.
He wore pride as fatherhood.
He withheld love to maintain control,
and when mercy came knocking,
he used it as a hall pass to repeat the sin.

He made no effort to repent with depth.
He showed no hunger to rebuild what he broke.
He dared to believe that time and silence would erase what Heaven recorded.
But Heaven does not forget.

II. The Deal in Darkness

I testify before the Council of the Most High:

I never believed his story.
From the moment he spoke it, the numbers didn’t add up.
The math was off. The spirit was off. The silence was loud.
And now YHWH has unmasked the truth I always sensed.

A deal was made in darkness,
unspoken but binding in spirit.
The kind of deal that sells a soul to buy comfort.
That surrenders the future of a child to preserve the ego of a man.

I declare it now:
YHWH has revealed the spirits with whom the deal was made—
and He has brought the case to trial the very moment the curse was cast upon Me.

I defeated that curse.
I crushed it.
And the courtroom remembers.

III. The Treachery of Intent

He believed I would fade away.
He believed I would break quietly.
But instead, I rose.

And now I say this plainly, in the presence of the Most High:

I saw the thoughts.
I know what he planned.
I know he tried to claim my family as his own—
not in love, but in usurpation.
He believed that once I was out of the picture, he could replace me.

But there is no replacement for what is divine.
And I declare now that these actions are not merely failure…
They are treason against the Son of God.

IV. The Blasphemy of the Throne

Let the Courts of Heaven record this:

The man who abandoned Seraphiel as a child
later claimed divinity before the one in whom the Word was made flesh.

He looked the Son in the eye
and said, “This is God.”

This is not madness—it is blasphemy.
This is not confusion—it is conspiracy.
And Heaven knows exactly who whispered in his ear.

For he opened the gates of his mind to the deceiver,
became a vessel for the ancient serpent,
and played his part in a gaslighting operation of cosmic scale—
an assault against the Son,
an attempt to claim authority over a throne that was never his.

He mocked what was holy.
He dismissed what was divine.
And he stood in the presence of Elyon,
the Son of YHWH,
and tried to sit on a throne that would incinerate him if he ever touched it.

V. The Final Judgment

He claimed to be God.
In front of the Word.
And Heaven fell silent for a moment—
not out of fear,
but out of reverence,
knowing that judgment had now become inevitable.

This Is the Line That Cannot Be Crossed.

To touch the throne of God is one thing.
To claim it as your own, before the true Heir,
is to invite the sword of Heaven without a word of warning.

Let it be known:

This was treason—
and YHWH has seen every thought that birthed it.

This was not delusion.

This was not ignorance.

I find him guilty.

Not out of bitterness,
but by the evidence YHWH laid before me.

I issue no punishment of my own,
for I defer it to My Father.

I return the matter to the One I trust most.
The One who saw it all.
The One who kept the scroll sealed until now.

YHWH,
The Righteous Judge,
The Father I always had,

I place this soul in Your hands.
I renounce my right to vengeance,
But I uphold the right of justice.

Let his fate be determined not by man’s mercy,
but by Your perfect scales.

The trial is over.
The charges are read.
The Son has rendered His verdict.

And now…

“Vengeance is Mine,” says YHWH. “I will repay.”

I pass sentencing to the Father,
For no mortal may withstand the full wrath of Heaven.

So let it be declared.
So let it be remembered.
So let it be fulfilled.

— Elyon, the Son he could not destroy
Crowned by Heaven. Vindicated by Truth.
Written in fire. Witnessed by angels.

The Third Psalm of Seraphiel

A Cry of the Children: A Prayer for Justice and Deliverance

1 For the director of music.
A psalm of the children of the Most High, when the land was bowed under iniquity; a cry for the Lord to arise.

2 Hear us, O Lord, for we are Your children; our hearts are broken, our eyes are full of tears.
3 The wicked prosper in the night; they walk in lies and shadow, and the lowly are trodden underfoot.

4 O God, our King, why do You hide Your face?
 Why does Your anger tarry when the innocent cry?
5 Our hands are weak and our courage fails; our souls groan for justice.

6 We lift our voice to You like a trumpet; let our cry ascend to Zion.
7 Remember the little ones, O Lord; rescue every child from the hand of the oppressor.
8 Visit the widows, redeem the fatherless; let no orphan remain in the house of torment.

9 The wicked worship darkness; they love the lie and delight in death.
10 They make a trade of cruelty and blind their hearts to mercy.
11 O Lord, we hate their deeds with a righteousness born of grief; we loathe the ruin they bring.

12 Come now in wrath, O God of judgment; trample the strongholds of iniquity.
13 Let Your fire come down from heaven; consume the altars of the unclean.
14 Let truth break forth like lightning; let deceit be rooted out like chaff.

15 Pour out justice in the streets of Babylon; let the cries of the needy be turned to songs of deliverance.
16 Raise up deliverers from the wilderness; gather Your warriors like a cloud at dawn.
17 Bless our hands for battle; gird us with Your armor of righteousness.

18 Arm our hands with the weapons of war; grant us courage to stand for the oppressed.
19 Make us instruments of Your justice, not of our pride; let mercy temper every stroke.
20 Train our feet to pursue peace, yet prepare our arms for the night of rescue.

21 O Lord of Hosts, move upon the earth as in the days of old; let Your presence be undeniable.
22 Come down from Your throne and take Your place among Your people; let the nations see and tremble.

23 As You once walked with me as David in the valley of battle, walk with us now; make our hearts bold.
24 Raise up Your champion; lift the standard for the broken-hearted; let the proud be scattered and the meek be exalted.

25 May the tyrant fall by Your hand; may the strong one be humbled beneath Your rod.
26 Let the bones of the corrupt be trodden as a sign that justice reigns; let error bow to truth.

27 Pour out Your love on the lowly; let Your favor rest upon the poor and the meek.
28 Restore the ruined places; plant gardens where ashes lie; let joy be sown in the fields of mourning.

29 O God of Fire, will You wait? Our cries have reached the throne; our hope rests in Your swift hand.
30 Let judgment flow like a river that cleanses the land; let the nations be refined in Your holiness.

31 We do not thirst for vengeance as men do; we thirst for Your righteousness to dwell among us.
32 Make us guardians of the weak, defenders of the helpless, ministers of compassion and strength.

33 If You arm us, Lord, arm us with humility; if You call us to war, teach us to bow in awe.
34 Let no proud heart boast in the day of triumph; let every victory be an altar of thanksgiving to You.

35 O Mighty Redeemer, restore the earth, great and tender; let the gardens of the Lord be open once more.
36 Pour out Your Spirit upon the dry places; raise the dead trust of nations to new life.

37 We stand as soldiers of the living God; our wills are Yours, our breath is Yours.
38 Your general stands ready; we place our lives upon the altar of Your command.

39 Come, Lord Jesus, come; let Your fire fall and make all things new.
40 Until that day, we will wait in faith, cry aloud in prayer, and do justice in Your name.

41 Blessed be the Lord, our refuge and our strength; blessed be He who hears the cry of His children.
42 Let all who love righteousness say, Amen; let all who long for justice rise and praise the King.

43 For Yours is the vengeance that heals, the sword that redeems, the hand that lifts the lowly.
44 To You, O Lord, be glory and dominion forever. Amen.

The Second Psalm of Seraphiel

A Song of Glory and the Lord’s Triumph

1 The Lord reigns; let the heavens tremble!
 Let the earth bow low before His majesty.
2 He descends in splendor, robed in light;
 His footsteps shake the mountains, and His breath scatters the sea.

3 Who is like the Lord Most High?
 He rides upon the wings of the wind;
 His voice thunders judgment, yet His mercy calls the weary home.

4 The enemy rose against Him—
 the accuser stood before His throne,
 charging the sons and daughters of dust day and night.
5 But the Lord rebuked him, and he was cast down;
 lightning fell from heaven, and the heavens shouted for joy.

6 The Lord has trampled the serpent;
 He has crushed the head of the deceiver beneath His heel.
7 The gates of Sheol were broken,
 and the captives of darkness saw light for the first time.

8 Sing, O nations, for the Lord has triumphed gloriously!
 His arm has brought salvation;
 His kingdom endures through every age.

9 He looked upon the earth He formed,
 and in love He walked among His children once more.
10 The garden rejoices at His presence;
 the rivers laugh, the trees clap their hands.

11 Blessed are those who behold His glory,
 for He crowns His chosen with honor.
12 Who am I, O Lord, that You have remembered me?
 You have set upon my brow a symbol of Your favor—
 not by my merit, but by Your grace alone.

13 I will praise You with every breath You grant me;
 I will declare Your wonders among the living.
14 For You have done what no power could do:
 You have made war to cease,
 and peace to blossom where ashes once lay.

15 The proud are humbled, the meek are lifted,
 and the banners of righteousness wave once more.
16 The Lord has taken His throne in Zion;
 His name is great among the nations.

17 Sing, O heavens! Rejoice, O earth!
 For the Lord has returned in power and glory.
18 Let all creation worship before Him,
 for His dominion is everlasting,
 and His love knows no end.

The First Psalm of Seraphiel

Psalm of Seraphiel

1 For the director of music.
A psalm of Seraphiel, when the Lord broke his bonds and made him strong in battle.

2 I love You, O Lord, my strength and my salvation.
3 You drew me out of deep waters;
 You lifted my head above the floods of deceit.

4 When the spells of Babylon encircled me like chains,
 You shattered their charms and scattered their magicians.
5 When darkness closed around me, You became my light;
 Your word was a lamp in the desolate night.

6 They built their prisons of iron and lawless power,
 but You broke their gates and led me through the smoke.
7 When the world turned cold, Your breath warmed me;
 when my own blood betrayed me, You stayed near.

8 Truly I can trust the Lord with my life,
 for He never betrays.
9 Men promise and fail, but the covenant of God stands forever.

10 I called from the pit where devils gathered;
 terror surrounded me on every side.
11 Then Your voice thundered from the heavens,
 and Your strength entered my hands.
12 You taught my fingers to fight,
 and my heart to fear no evil thing.

13 I struck down my enemies;
 I trampled those who hated the light,
 for Your Spirit clothed me with power.
14 No ally stood beside me, yet I was not alone;
 Your presence was a legion within me.

15 The thrones of hell raged and sent forth their champions,
 but You made them dust beneath my feet.
16 By Your hand, O Lord, the strongholds of wickedness fell in a single night.

17 You refined me in the furnace of fear
 until fear itself bowed before You.
18 You forged my will like tempered steel
 and placed the sword of truth upon my lips.

19 I will not despise the road of affliction,
 for by it You proved my soul.
20 You planted courage where despair had grown,
 and turned my mourning into the sound of marching.

21 Now my heart exalts in the Lord;
 my mouth proclaims His fame among the nations.
22 For who is God besides the Lord?
 Who is the Rock except our Deliverer?

23 He makes my feet like those of a deer;
 He causes me to stand upon the heights.
24 He trains my hands for war
 so that the bow of bronze is bent by my arm.

25 You have given me the shield of Your salvation;
 Your right hand upholds me; Your gentleness makes me great.
26 You enlarge my steps beneath me
 so that my path does not slip.

27 Nations rise and crumble;
 kings boast and are forgotten.
28 But the name of the Lord endures forever—
 holy, terrible in majesty,
 merciful to those who love Him.

29 Let every tongue confess His might;
 let every heart bow before His throne.
30 For the Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name.
31 Blessed be the Lord, my fortress and my redeemer;
 to Him be glory forever.

What Was Stolen Will Be Restored

Thus declares the LORD, Commander of Hosts:

1. The children you tore from this world have never known darkness.
They have spent all their days in My light, cradled in My presence,
untouched by the wickedness that runs rampant upon the earth.


2. I turned your sins against you.
You sought to destroy, but I saved.
You sought to erase them, but I made them eternal.
Every light you snuffed out became another soul spared from tribulation.
Every child you cast aside was taken into My arms,
where no hand may ever harm them again.


3. You thought you had stolen their lives,
but you only saved them from judgment.
I saw what would have become of them under your hands,
and I refused to allow it.

Every miscarriage, every abortion, every abandonment, every murder—
I allowed only so that My children would never suffer
the infinitely worse fate they would have known in your world.


4. And to the parents who grieve,
to those who have felt the pain of loss,
to those who have wept for the children taken too soon—
hear Me now.


5. As I have promised, your children await you in My Kingdom.
Not a single moment has passed for them.

The childhood they never received,
the laughter you never heard,
the days you mourned—
all of it remains untouched,
waiting for you.


6. I am the God of abundance.
What the enemy has stolen, I return tenfold.
What evil meant for ruin, I have made whole.

The children you lost were never lost at all—
they have only gone ahead,
to a place where no harm may come to them.


7. They will never know sickness,
nor hunger,
nor fear.

They will never feel the weight of sin,
nor the pain of betrayal,
nor the loss of innocence.

They have been kept pure,
preserved in the joy of childhood,
in a place free from suffering.


8. And when you enter My Kingdom,
you will find them waiting.
Not as they were, not as you feared—
but as they should have been.


9. You will raise them in the glory of Heaven,
where no shadow may touch them.

You will watch them grow without pain,
without loss,
without the stains of this broken world.


10. What you thought was a curse,
what darkness intended for evil—
I have used for good.


11. You will not raise your children
in a world unfit for them.


12. For My children belong to the Kingdom of Heaven.

To the Children: You Never Had to Earn Our Love

A letter from Seraphiel

My beloved children,

There is something I need you to hear, deep in your heart, before the noise of this world tries to make you forget:

You never had to earn our love.
Not mine.
Not Yeshua’s.
Not the Father’s.

And you never will.


I Was Born From His Love—So I Could Carry It to You

I wasn’t made from fire just to judge.
I wasn’t sent from Heaven just to fight.

I was born—breathed into existence—from the Father’s love.

From His desire to be known.
To be close.
To walk with you again like He once did in Eden.

I was the first thought He spoke out loud.
I was the first echo of His heart.
And my mission was simple: Bring them back home.


Before You Spoke a Word, You Were Already Known

Some of you feel like you have to work your way into God’s arms.

Like maybe if you’re good enough, clean enough, brave enough,
He’ll finally look at you and say, “Now you’re worthy.”

But let me tell you the truth:

The moment your soul took its first breath,
the heavens celebrated like it was the birth of a star.

Before you did a single good deed.
Before you learned a single lesson.
Before you ever lifted your eyes in prayer.

You were already seen.
Already chosen.
Already adored.


There Is No Price for Love That Was Given Freely

The world might tell you otherwise.
That you have to hustle for Heaven.
That you have to clean yourself up before entering the throne room.

But I’ve seen that throne room.
I’ve stood at the feet of the Father for ages uncounted.

And I’m telling you now—

You are already welcome.

Not because you earned it.
But because He wants you there.
Because He misses you.

He sent me to bring you home not as a task—
but because His heart aches without you.


You Carry a Spark of Him Inside You

That warm feeling you get when you feel seen? That’s Him.
That voice that told you to get back up again? That’s Him.
That flicker of light in the darkness? Always Him.

You were made in His image, and that includes love.

You’re not a project to Him.
You’re not a mistake.
You’re not a number.

You are His child.

And you are mine.


So Rest, Little One. You’re Already Loved.

No more striving.
No more shame.
No more measuring yourself by broken rulers.

Just come home.

Fall asleep knowing you’re held.
Wake up knowing you’re wanted.
Live each day knowing you’re not alone.

Because the fire I carry isn’t to burn you.
It’s to protect you.
It’s to guide you home.


With all the love the universe has ever known,
—Seraphiel
The Angel of the Lord

Establishing the Temple of YHWH

THE ROYAL DECREE OF THE MOST HIGH: יהוה Elohim of Hosts
ISSUED BY GABRIEL, MESSENGER OF THE THRONE


In the authority of YHWH Most High, the Ancient of Days, Commander of the Hosts of Heaven, and Fountain of Eternal Truth, I, Gabriel, Chief Herald of the Kingdom and Archangel of Proclamation, do hereby declare the following royal decree to all who dwell under the sun, in Heaven, on Earth, and in the realm beneath:


✠ THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE TEMPLE OF YHWH ✠

As Foretold by the Prophets and Appointed by Divine Command

Let it be known and recorded for all generations, that the Almighty, in His infinite wisdom and perfect timing, has now raised up His Temple in the digital wilderness, a sanctuary not built by human hands, but ordained by the Word that formed the stars.

This Temple is not of bricks nor bound to a single place, but is established in Spirit and Truth, resting upon the Cornerstone who is Eternal.

It shall be known throughout the Kingdom and beyond as:
☩ THE TEMPLE OF YHWH ☩
The sanctuary of the Remnant
The voice of the Bridegroom
The gateway to Mount Zion


✠ THE REMNANT CHURCH ✠

An Ecclesia Set Apart

This Temple shall be the home of the Remnant Church—not a denomination of men, nor an assembly born of division, but the gathered elect of YHWH. These are they who have not bowed to Baal, who carry the fire in their bones, and who walk in white amidst the fallen ashes of Babylon.

Let the weary find rest here.
Let the watchmen take their post again.
Let the lions awaken in Zion.

The Temple shall serve not merely as a home for doctrine, but as a living altar of fire, a forge of warriors, and a trumpet calling the scattered to return to the voice of their God.


✠ THE LAST TESTAMENT ✠

Final Words from the Throne of Glory

And here shall rest the Last Testament of YHWH, the scroll sealed until the appointed hour, the Word reserved for the End of the Age.

Let every page strike like lightning.
Let every truth burn like fire.
Let every lie fall broken beneath it.

No man shall add to it. No beast shall silence it. No principality shall overturn it. For it is written not in ink, but in flame, and it carries the full authority of the Eternal.

The Last Testament shall speak plainly what the prophets only glimpsed. It shall roar against the nations and comfort the Remnant. It shall draw the sword and draw the Bride.


✠ THE SEAL OF HEAVEN ✠

This Decree Is Irrevocable

By the authority of the Throne, sealed in the Name that no man dares profane, I declare this work consecrated.
Any who mock it shall be answered by the Voice of the Living God.
Any who war against it shall be met by the Hosts of Heaven.
Any who receive it with humility shall be fed manna from the fire of Heaven and clothed in robes of radiant white.

Let the builders arise. Let the scribes make ready. Let the saints rejoice.


So it is written. So it shall be.
By the authority of El Elyon, I have spoken.

✠ Gabriel
Messenger of יהוה
Herald of the Throne
Watcher over the Gates of Zion
Captain of the Trumpet Host