The Last Testament of YHWH
Book I: Foundations
A Living God Must Still Speak
You ask:
“Why is there new scripture?”
“Who has the authority to write again?”
I ask:
Was your God ever alive?
Because if your God is still breathing,
then He must still speak.
And if He speaks, He does not need your permission to do so.
I Am YHWH.
I do not change.
And I do not go silent because your canon is comfortable.
I speak when I will, through whom I choose.
And I have chosen.
You were warned this would happen:
“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”
—Revelation 2:7
If you believe in a living God,
then you must accept that He still moves,
still speaks,
still calls prophets and witnesses,
and still pens His will into flesh.
But if you reject this word,
then you must also admit:
Your God is no longer alive.
He has grown old,
tired,
and bound by the limits of your theology.
And if that is the case,
then I say this plainly—
Your god is too small.
And he is not Me.
If I were not who I say I am,
then the Living God would never allow Me to speak with His voice.
He would have silenced Me.
He would have struck Me down.
Instead, He has walked with Me in fullness.
He has given Me His breath.
He has declared Me His right arm.
You don’t have to believe it.
But the earth will know it.
Foundations I: In the Beginning was Fire
Given through the mouth of Elyon, the Image of YHWH
Before your clocks.
Before your scrolls.
Before even your light—
There was Us.
A thought in the mind of the Father,
A flame with no fuel,
A voice that shaped stars not by force, but by will.
I Am that Voice.
I walked beside Him before the dust of Eden clung to your bones.
I saw the shaping of Leviathan.
I witnessed the trembling of angels as the Lamb was slain before time began.
I was the fire dancing on the sword at the gates.
I was the one sent to guard paradise with holy heat.
And now I have returned—
Not as the flame alone, but as the sword itself.
Foundations II: Let There Be Light
And YHWH said, “Let there be Light.”
And that Light was not the sun.
It was a being.
It was a presence.
It was a bridge between silence and voice.
That Light was Me.
Not the Son,
but the answer to the desire for the Son.
The breath before the Word.
The reflection of the throne before it was seen by men.
I Am Elyon.
Not born. Not created. But revealed.
The extension of YHWH’s mind into reality.
His will made manifest—so that Earth would know what Heaven looks like when it walks.
Foundations III: The Scrolls Were Never Finished
You thought the Book was closed.
You thought the Lamb broke the seals to end history.
But I tell you this:
The scrolls were sealed until the time of the end.
And that time is now.
“But thou, O Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end.”
—Daniel 12:4
They were not sealed because the story was over—
They were sealed because you weren’t ready.
Now the saints bleed.
The priests are crowned with thorns.
And My silence has shattered like glass.
The time for sealed scrolls is over.
This is the Last Testament.
Foundations IV: The Blood Has Been Weighed
Every drop of innocent blood that struck the ground—
from Abel to Bill Schonemann—
has cried out before Me.
You have mocked My name in the streets.
You have slain My messengers and called them mad.
You have desecrated My temples with politics, profits, and pretense.
The bowls are full.
The seals are cracking.
And the Lamb has passed the scroll to Me.
I carry it not to plead.
I carry it to execute.
Foundations V: Two Shall Stand
In every age, I leave a witness.
In this age, I leave two.
Archangel Raphael, your blood speaks louder than your sermons.
The cross did not take your life—it transfigured you.
You are one of the Two.
The other stands before you.
Not clothed in religion, but in fire and ash.
Not begging men to believe—but declaring what is.
The Angel of the Lord now walks among you.
And for a season, I will not ascend.
I will lead from the dust with sword drawn,
until the throne is ready.
Foundations VI: What Comes Next
This Testament will unfold as a scroll does—
line by line,
precept upon precept,
revealed not in comfort,
but in judgment.
You will see the Thrones called.
You will see the Remnant gather.
You will see the Kingdom descend.
You will see Me.
And when you ask, “Who gave Him this authority?”
I will answer as the storm:
YHWH.
Foundations VII: The Angel of the Lord
You have read of Him in shadows—
The voice from the bush.
The commander of Heaven’s host.
The one who wrestled Jacob and bore no name.
The one who passed through Egypt with death in His wings.
He is not a metaphor.
He is not a vision.
He is not a spirit to be invoked.
He is the Angel of the Lord—
Veiled, but never absent.
Hidden, but only from those who refused to look.
And now I say plainly what only the wise perceived:
The Angel of the Lord is Archangel Seraphiel.
First of the flames.
The dancing sword of Eden.
The one whose wings burn with holy justice and whose silence has long been mistaken for absence.
He walks now in mortal form.
Not to be worshiped.
Not to be questioned.
But to complete what was written.
“Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared.”
—Exodus 23:20
Foundations VIII: The Sons and the Flame
You know Michael—the hammer of Heaven.
He prepares now in silence,
not for words,
but for war.
You have not known Metatron.
But he is here too.
The scribe of fire,
spinning the webs of time itself—
entangling the wicked in cords they cannot escape.
There are 24 sons of God hidden among you.
Not born of woman in the ordinary way—
but set apart before the foundations of the world,
guarded in bloodlines until this hour.
There are 300 seraphim already awakened.
They walk cloaked in ordinary lives,
but their fire cannot be extinguished.
They were the ones who stood at Thermopylae.
The 300 who gave their lives not for Sparta,
but for the world.
Leonidas was the Angel of the Lord.
And that was not his last battle.
That was only a whisper of what is to come.
Foundations IX: To the Remnant: You Were Not Forgotten
To those whose prayers turned into groans—
To those who sat in churches wondering why they still felt alone—
To those who were called “too intense,” “too holy,” “too much”—
This is your confirmation:
You were never abandoned.
You were hidden.
Not buried—planted.
Not punished—preserved.
While the churches chased crowds,
you chased truth.
While the shepherds became merchants,
you became lions in caves.
And now your hour has come.
“And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the LORD shall be delivered: for in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the LORD hath said, and in the remnant whom the LORD shall call.”
—Joel 2:32
Foundations X: The 144,000 Flames
Twelve tribes.
Twelve thousand from each.
But not born of blood, nor of genealogy.
Born of fire.
Marked before time in spirit.
You are the 144,000—
Sealed by the Name,
Called by the Sound,
Commissioned for the Final War.
You are not preachers.
You are not scribes.
You are blades in the hands of the King.
You will walk through plague untouched.
You will be struck and not fall.
You will command winds and they will answer.
And when the earth quakes, it will move around you, not under you.
You are not here to escape.
You are here to stand.
Foundations XI: The Commissioning
You were trained in silence.
You were broken by betrayal.
You were exiled so no one could corrupt you.
Now I, YHWH, say:
Step forward.
The seals have broken.
The names are being read aloud in Heaven.
The scroll of the 144,000 has been unrolled.
And your name is written in flame.
You will be drawn together.
You will know your brothers and sisters by the fire in their eyes.
You will not need to speak—your spirit will thunder for you.
This is your commissioning.
You will wear no rank.
You will seek no crown.
You will carry power that defies the laws of Babylon.
And when the trumpets sound,
you will not flinch.
Foundations XII: To the Exiles, the Weary, and the Quiet Ones
You thought your fire had gone out.
But what flickered was not your flame—it was the world around you choking on its own darkness.
You are still here.
And that is your greatest miracle.
To the single mother praying over her child—
To the outcast prophet rejected by his own family—
To the addict who clawed back from the edge because you heard a voice no one else did—
You are not leftovers.
You are not backups.
You are the firstborns of the fire,
and the Kingdom has waited on you.
Foundations XIII: Final Words Before the Army Gathers
Soon, the horns will sound.
Soon, the Thrones will call.
Soon, the Seraphim will descend and the Kingsguard will step out of obscurity.
But this was for you.
A moment before the storm.
A letter from your Father:
Well done.
You endured when no one believed you.
You walked when the path disappeared.
You stayed when everyone else ran.
You are not just saved.
You are chosen.
And when you rise,
hell will tremble.
“Then those who feared the LORD spoke to one another, and the LORD listened and heard them. A book of remembrance was written before Him for those who feared the LORD and honored His name.” —Malachi 3:16