The Temple of YHWH
Foreword of the Last Testament
To the Churches of the Earth and the Remnant who have not bowed to Baal,
Let this be the first breath of the final wind.
Let this word ride the wings of the angels, sealed not by ink alone but by fire.
I AM YHWH.
The Ancient of Days. The One who spoke light into being and who now prepares the earth for its judgment and restoration. What was once written for salvation has been fulfilled in My Son, and now comes the Testament of Justice.
This is not the Word of peace to the nations.
This is the Word of Fire to the wicked.
This is the sword drawn from the mouth of the Lamb.
And this is the mantle passed to My chosen.
He who walks with Me and bears My likeness—Elyon, the extension of My right arm.
“Surely the Lord GOD will do nothing, but He revealeth His secret unto His servants the prophets.”
—Amos 3:7
So I now declare:
The Seals are opening.
The Blood of the Saints cries from the ground.
And I have appointed the Two Witnesses, for the hour of their testimony has come. They walk among you already.
His voice is clear. His conviction cannot be bought. His wounds are holy.
Saint Dismas, now revealed as Archangel Raphael is that voice. Let it be known to Heaven and Earth.
And the other?
He walks as My Angel in mortal form for a season—first to judge, then to reign. He is My Lion, and he does not sleep.
The Authority of This Scroll
This Last Testament is not a new gospel.
It is the completion of all that was foretold.
It is the manifestation of what the prophets saw dimly.
It is the final instruction for those who carry the sword and the torch.
It is given through Elyon, My vessel of wrath and mercy alike—
To judge the corrupt,
To deliver the remnant,
And to prepare the Kingdom for the reign of My Son, who returns with many crowns.
To those who reject this word, you are not rejecting a man.
You are rejecting Me.
And My silence shall be your confirmation.
To those who receive it—
Take heart.
You have not been forgotten.
I am gathering My army, My angels, My witnesses.
The time of thrones is near.
Foreword I: The Voice of the Most High
A scroll of fire from the mouth of the Living God
I AM YHWH.
The First and the Last.
The Flame in the bush that was not consumed.
The Breath that formed Adam from dust.
The Thunder that split the mountain.
The Whisper that broke Elijah.
I AM the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
The God who speaks still.
And this—
this is My Word.
You stand at the edge of an age.
The ink of the scroll is still wet,
but the judgments are already sealed.
This is not a new covenant—
This is the final declaration.
The shepherds have wandered.
The wolves lead the pulpits.
And My Name has been trampled underfoot
by men who never knew Me.
So I speak again,
not to plead,
but to pronounce.
Let the wise understand.
Let the wicked tremble.
Let the weary take heart.
For the Sword of My mouth is drawn,
and the fire of My jealousy is kindled.
This is My Last Testament—
Not a revision,
but a reckoning.
Not a suggestion,
but a decree.
You will read this and decide:
Did man write this, or did I?
And that decision will divide you.
It will cost you.
It will brand you.
But let there be no confusion:
Every word beyond this point
is recorded by My command,
through My vessel,
by My Spirit.
Judge it as you will—
but understand what you are judging.
For if this is My Word,
then your next breath is mercy.
And your next heartbeat
is time to repent.
I AM YHWH.
I have spoken.
Let the scroll be opened.
Foreword II: The First Born Speaks
A scroll of authority spoken by the Voice of El Elyon
I AM YHWH.
And I do nothing without purpose.
I do not stutter.
I do not improvise.
And I do not need your approval.
What you are reading
has been delivered through My Firstborn—
Elyon, the one who bears My Name in power.
He is not here to debate.
He is here to declare.
He is not your teacher.
He is your final warning.
You will be tempted to dismiss him.
You will ask, “Who gave this man authority?”
You will wonder, “Why him?”
So I will tell you.
When the foundations of the Earth were laid,
he stood beside Me.
When Lucifer rebelled,
he did not waver.
When My Son walked among men,
Elyon was hidden—
but not absent.
I placed fire in his bones
before his first breath.
And I have kept him hidden
until the appointed time.
This is the appointed time.
He is My Sword.
He is My Witness.
He is My Voice in flesh.
I have taught him in the wilderness.
I have broken him without crushing him.
I have tested him beyond measure,
and he did not curse Me.
He has been mocked, abandoned, tempted, and hunted.
Still, he stood.
Not because he is perfect,
but because he is Mine.
I speak through him now
because you would not listen to Me.
You loved your sermons more than the truth.
You loved your churches more than your God.
So I sent you one you would hate—
and now you must choose.
You do not get to silence him.
You do not get to crown another.
You will either kneel or gnash your teeth—
but you will not change what is written.
This Testament will not be edited.
Not by man.
Not by church.
Not by king or council.
Elyon writes with My fire.
He judges by My command.
He sees through the veil
because I tore it for him.
Call him mad.
Call him arrogant.
Call him what you will.
But know this:
The angels know his name.
Hell fears his waking.
And Heaven waits for his word.
He does not ask your permission.
He speaks because I said:
“Go. Now is the time.”
You were waiting for a revival.
You are getting a reckoning.
Let the record show:
I have spoken.
And My Firstborn is writing.
Foreword III: The Unveiling of Elyon
A scroll of revelation concerning the one who bears the fire
I AM YHWH.
And now I reveal what has been hidden since the foundation of the world.
This is My Son, Elyon.
His name means “Most High”—not as a title stolen from Me,
but as a reflection of My image in him.
He is not God.
But he is Mine.
He is the Firstborn of the Flame,
the one who stands in the inner fire
and is not consumed.
He is the tip of My spear,
the right hand of My wrath,
and the protector of the innocent.
You knew him by another name once:
Seraphiel.
Archangel of the Seraphim.
Commander of flame.
Guardian of the throne.
The one who cries “Holy” even when none else do.
He has stood in the heavens and warred among stars.
He has cast down thrones and shattered empires.
And yes—
He has walked the earth before.
You sang songs about his deeds.
You etched his likeness into stone.
But you did not know him.
When I sent him to break the reign of Rome
and give My Church a breath of peace,
you called him by a new name:
Constantine.
Yes—that Constantine.
Emperor. General.
The hand that ended persecution with the stroke of a decree.
The man who saw a sign in the sky
and rode into battle under My cross.
“In this sign, conquer.”
That was not mythology.
That was Me, speaking to My own.
And you slept through it.
You praised the Church he helped birth,
but you never asked why I gave him that power.
You quoted his victories,
but you never wondered who taught his hand to war.
Now I send him again—
not as emperor,
but as executioner.
Not to raise churches of stone,
but to raise a Kingdom of fire.
He is Elyon.
The sword with a soul.
The one the enemy fears most.
He has stood at the edge of the abyss and did not fall.
I kept him hidden.
I watched as the world spat on him,
as religion rejected him,
as even those closest to him turned away.
He wept.
He bled.
He asked Me if he was forsaken—
and still, he obeyed.
So now I remove the veil.
And I tell the world:
He is My Firstborn Flame.
He is Seraphiel, returned.
He is Constantine, unveiled.
He is Elyon, the Most High among men.
And his judgment will be final.
You can deny his flesh.
You can mock his name.
You can burn every word he writes.
But when the skies split,
you will see him at My side.
He has nothing to prove.
I have proven him Myself.
And now—
he will prove Me.
Foreword IV: The Coronation of The King
A scroll of anointing, flame, and dominion
I AM YHWH.
And I have appointed a King.
Not to rule a nation.
Not to lead a church.
But to govern the Earth and bring it under My dominion.
You were waiting for a throne in Jerusalem.
You were waiting for a trumpet from Heaven.
You were waiting for a figure dressed in robes with a glowing crown.
But I move as I please.
And I do not ask permission when I choose My Son.
Elyon is My anointed.
He is the King of the Millennial Reign.
He is the one I have chosen to execute justice,
to crush the works of the devil,
and to make the Earth holy again.
He does not reign from politics,
nor from temples made by man.
He reigns by fire and truth—
by sword and decree—
by the authority of My Name,
placed into his hands.
He will cleanse what you polluted.
He will cast down what you exalted.
He will tear down your idols and leave only Me.
Do not ask if he is the antichrist.
You will not need to wonder.
The antichrist hides in shadows.
My Son sets fire to them.
The false prophet speaks smooth words.
Elyon speaks as thunder.
You won’t need a mark to know who he is.
You won’t need a miracle.
You won’t even need faith.
Because the whole Earth will testify while he breathes.
Creation itself will groan in recognition.
The demons will scream.
The winds will shift.
And the angels will gather behind him
like a storm you cannot outrun.
You are not watching a man rise.
You are witnessing prophecy walk.
I have placed My seal upon him.
I have given him the hosts of Heaven.
I have crowned him with judgment
and clothed him in righteousness like burning armor.
He does not seek glory—he carries it.
He does not demand worship—he reflects Me.
And his throne is not made of gold.
It is made of fire and bone and obedience.
Let every ruler tremble.
Let every nation prepare.
Let the Church either kneel or fall.
Because the King has been crowned.
And he does not carry a scepter—
he carries My vengeance.
This is the Millennial Reign.
And he is its beginning.
I have spoken.
And nothing can undo My Word.
Foreword V: The Scribe of Fire Speaks
A scroll from the hand of Elyon, Son of Fire and Witness of the Throne
I am Elyon.
The one whom YHWH has called His Firstborn Flame.
I am not here to debate.
I am not here to build churches.
I am not here to comfort the comfortable.
I am the Angel of the Lord—
And I have come for war.
Not spiritual allegory.
Not symbolic resistance.
But a war that will rip cities from their foundations
and flood streets with the blood of kings.
This is not my desire.
But it is now my duty.
I came in peace.
I came with open hands,
ready to divide the Earth as brothers,
to share the land, the sky, the waters,
and every gift My Father created.
But they met in secret.
The rulers of your world,
the nations who shake hands with smiling masks
and serpents under their tongues—
They gathered.
And they voted to erase us.
Not to share. Not to reason. Not to negotiate.
But to exterminate the children of Heaven.
Every last one.
They believed we were scattered, divided, weakened.
They believed Heaven would flinch.
They were wrong.
So understand this clearly:
What comes next is not vengeance.
It is survival.
The war you will now witness is the final defense of Heaven’s remnant.
And I will not lose.
I did not come alone.
I brought with me 300 Seraphim—
angels of flame and judgment who have worn flesh before,
who have broken empires with bare hands,
who have been called many names by men,
but always feared by darkness.
You know some of them already:
William Marshall – the sword that never lost.
Shaka Zulu – the hammer of the South.
Leo Major – the one-eyed ghost of war.
Michael – the Archangel of battle, my second-in-command.
Abaddon – loosed from chains, answering to none but the Source.
He walks the Earth now, and Hell trembles at every footstep.
And I—
You have known me as:
King Leonidas,
Spartacus,
Baldwin IV,
Hannibal,
Elijah, the prophet of fire,
and perhaps most famously,
David, son of Jesse.
Yes.
That David.
The giant-slayer.
The harpist-king.
The man after God’s own heart.
I have walked this Earth again and again,
each time bearing a blade forged in the throne room of Heaven.
This is not fiction.
This is not metaphor.
And this is not a game.
The time has come.
The demons who have possessed your kings,
your parliaments, your generals and your banks—
they believe they will win in a single night.
They plan to strike the world with coordinated violence,
so sudden and fierce
that humanity will not rise again.
But I have seen their plans.
I have read their scrolls.
I have heard their tongues in the dark.
And I tell you now:
They will fail.
Because Heaven has prepared for this since the beginning.
Because we are already in position.
Because our swords are drawn.
And because the wrath of YHWH is no longer restrained.
So let every soul who reads this understand:
The Kingdom of Heaven is at war.
The lines have been drawn.
The angels are no longer silent.
And your only choice now
is where you will stand when the skies ignite.
If you serve the light,
stand firm.
We will come to your defense.
If you serve the shadows,
run.
There will be no corner left to hide.
I am Elyon.
I am the King of the Millennial Reign.
I am the flame you cannot extinguish.
And this Testament
is your first and final warning.
Foreword VI: The Age of Fire
Written by Elyon, Angel of the Lord, King of the Millennial Reign
I am Elyon.
The one whom YHWH has called His Firstborn Flame.
I am not here to ask for your belief.
I am not here to win your approval, your votes, or your validation.
I am not a pastor.
I am not a prophet.
I am not your teacher.
I am the angel of the Lord, and I have come for war.
Not a metaphor.
Not a spiritual platitude.
I speak of real war—
with blood, fire, thunder, and judgment.
You were waiting for revival.
But you’re standing at the edge of annihilation.
And you don’t even know it.
Let me make it plain.
The governments of this world—your presidents, your kings, your war councils—
are no longer run by men.
They are owned by demons.
There is a plan, already in motion,
to execute a sudden and violent seizure of the Earth,
coordinated across every nation.
The kind of violence that will make your world wars look like fistfights.
And you will not see it coming.
You will wake up one morning
and the world will be unrecognizable.
Unless Heaven moves first.
That’s why I’m here.
We came in peace.
We came prepared to share the Earth, its lands, its waters, its harvests.
We extended mercy to the unrepentant.
We offered forgiveness even to the enslavers, the murderers,
and the puppet masters of the nations.
And in response,
they held a world meeting behind closed doors—
and they voted to erase us from existence.
Heaven is not the aggressor in what comes next.
But we will finish it.
This is not just a battle for territory.
This is the fight for the survival of Heaven on Earth.
The hosts of Heaven are awake.
Michael the Archangel—my brother—stands at my side,
second in command of the angels of war.
Abaddon walks the Earth once more—
unbound, answering to none but the Most High.
His enemies will not see him coming.
His mercy is already spent.
When He moves—you will know.
The twenty-four elders have descended.
They walk the Earth once again, unseen—for now.
But when I give the word, they will awaken.
And the age will shift.
And if you still question who I am—
then understand this:
I have walked this world before.
I have led armies, shattered empires,
and walked through the fire again and again.
Now, the King of the 300 walks again.
Not a story. Not a myth.
I was Leonidas.
I was Spartacus.
I was Baldwin IV.
I was Hannibal.
And I was David.
The boy with the sling.
The king after God’s own heart.
The warrior who danced and wept and killed giants.
And now, David returns as Elyon.
Not to play the harp—
but to sound the war cry.
You cursed the remnant in 2008.
You tried to erase a generation of flamebearers
with your poisons, your indoctrination, your despair.
But your curse is breaking.
And the angels of war are waking up.
This is your final warning.
Do not mistake our patience for weakness.
Do not mistake our silence for absence.
Do not mistake our love for mercy without judgment.
We are not here to negotiate.
We are not here to coexist.
We are here to cleanse the Earth.
And Heaven has already prepared the way.
You will not stop what is coming.
You will only decide which side you are on when it arrives.
Let the scroll be opened.
Let the war begin.
Foreword VII: You Were Given the Choice
Written by Elyon, Angel of the Lord
I want to make something clear before the world starts burning and you start asking:
“Why didn’t someone try peace first?”
We did.
We contacted governments.
We reached out to ministries with billion‑dollar stage lights and fake smiles.
We approached the megachurches, the influencers, the prophetic mouthpieces.
We asked only for support to stop the slaughter in Gaza—
to feed the starving,
to rescue the children,
to intervene before the war devoured everything.
And what did we receive?
Silence.
Or worse—false promises, empty prayers, and shadow bans.
They had the money.
They had the platform.
They had the followers.
But they lacked one thing: a soul.
The ones who could have helped were too comfortable, too scared, or too compromised.
They traded obedience for optics.
They feared man more than they feared God.
And the ones behind the curtains?
The world’s elite?
They knew exactly what was happening.
Because they’re the ones doing it.
The rulers of your age are pedophiles.
They traffic children.
They fund wars.
They bomb hospitals and lie about it.
They drink the blood of the innocent and call it diplomacy.
They serve Satan—
not metaphorically,
not symbolically,
literally.
And you—
you let them.
You voted for them.
You bowed to them.
You built your lives around their systems.
And now, when the consequences come knocking,
you wring your hands and whisper:
“This isn’t what we wanted.”
But it is.
You just didn’t think you’d live to see the bill come due.
This could have been a gentle transition.
We were ready to share the earth.
We were ready to rebuild.
We were even ready to forgive the worst of you—if you turned back.
But instead, you laughed.
You scoffed.
You scrolled past the warnings and went back to your distractions.
And now it’s too late.
Father is not just grieved—He is cosmically disappointed.
Not in your weakness,
but in your apathy.
Not in your pain,
but in your refusal to stop the pain of others.
You heard the cries of children and did nothing.
You watched the bombs fall and did nothing.
You saw evil rise and chose to debate theology instead of drawing your sword.
So don’t pretend to be shocked when fire answers blood.
This world has been weighed.
This generation has been found lacking.
And now—the angels of war are moving.
You don’t get to hide from this.
You don’t get to sit this one out.
You don’t get to say, “I didn’t know.”
Because you did.
And Heaven took note.
Foreword VIII: The Prophecy of The Destroyer
Written by Elyon, Angel of the Lord
When Abaddon Rises
And behold—
The time of mourning has ended,
and the time of vengeance has come.
The cup of Babylon is full.
Its sins have reached Heaven,
and Heaven has sent its response.
His name is Abaddon.
The Destroyer.
The Sword of God with no sheath.
The angel of the bottomless pit.
Unbound. Unrelenting. Unmistakable.
He does not come with warning.
He does not come with mercy.
He does not knock—he breaks the door.
And when he enters,
judgment falls like a hammer of fire.
You thought Heaven would stay silent forever.
You thought the cries of children buried in concrete would be forgotten.
You thought the gaslit wars and midnight rituals would never be exposed.
You thought God was a bedtime story.
But now,
you will remember His Name.
For Abaddon does not kill like a man.
He erases.
He unravels nations like scrolls.
No statue will be left standing.
No throne will remain untouched.
No wicked man will draw another breath.
Entire governments will fall in a day.
Fortresses you believed eternal will be dust by morning.
Leaders will vanish without a trace.
And the world will ask in trembling:
“Who could imagine this could happen?”
And the answer will thunder back:
Only God.
This will not be mistaken for human warfare.
This will not be policy.
This will not be revolution.
This will not be cyber or nuclear or economic collapse.
This will be:
Divine obliteration.
And the ashes will spell a single word:
YHWH.
Babylon, your walls are already cracked.
Your towers are already marked.
Your secret councils have already been infiltrated.
Your false prophets will choke on their own tongues.
Abaddon walks now.
He does not wait for your prayers.
He does not require your consent.
He will not spare your wealth, your legacy, or your name.
The ones who mourned the innocent?
They will rise.
The ones you silenced?
They will sing.
And the kings of the earth will weep from afar,
watching their empires burn,
crying:
“Alas! Babylon the Great has fallen—in a single hour!”
But no one will come to help her.
Because:
Heaven will have turned its face.
Let the record show:
God gave time.
God gave warning.
God gave a way out.
And Babylon chose blood.
So now,
the Destroyer rises.
And the earth will know:
It was not chance.
It was not man.
It was YHWH.
Foreword IX: The Fools Who Thought They Were Gods
Written by Elyon, Angel of the Lord
You thought Heaven would move like you—
loud, clumsy, theatrical.
You thought divinity meant hovering in the clouds,
not walking in your cities,
not watching from your satellites.
But I tell you now:
We’ve been inside the walls of Babylon the entire time.
I have used your own surveillance networks—
your satellites, your spy planes, your drones,
your taps, your metadata, your thermal scans—
To relay the signals of Heaven,
to activate the code within the remnant,
and to contact the inner elect across the Earth.
While you were watching Us,
We were watching you.
And I did not need your permission.
I turned Babylon’s eyes against itself.
The Temple of YHWH has an inner council—
and every single member is:
Known.
Contacted.
Activated.
Through your own infrastructure.
Your “alphabet agencies” are compromised—
not by force
but by truth.
CIA.
Mossad.
KGB.
MI6.
FBI.
NSA.
DGSE.
CSIS.
Every last one has sleepers.
Not traitors.
Not infiltrators.
But angels in flesh.
Awakened souls who remembered who they were
the moment they heard My voice.
I did not blackmail them.
I did not coerce them.
They bowed.
Because they knew exactly who I am.
And now, they sit in silence.
Watching the wicked.
Marking the beasts.
Awaiting the trumpet.
And when it sounds—
they will not hesitate.
Some of them you already know.
They drop truth in a world of lies like sparks in a drought.
They risk their careers.
They walk into meetings of monsters
and walk out with fire in their eyes.
You’ve seen them.
You just didn’t know what you were looking at.
Women who stand when men cower.
Men who fight when kings flee.
Voices that pierce your soul and you don’t know why.
These are not influencers.
These are flames.
They are:
In position.
And you cannot reach them.
I’ve placed angels in every stronghold—
Every courtroom
Every boardroom
Every war room
So when judgment begins:
There will be no hiding place.
There will be no safe room.
There will be no backdoor deal.
When I say Babylon will fall,
it’s not a threat—
It’s a verdict.
And the sentence has already been written.
You thought we were losing.
We were only waiting.
And now?
We are done waiting.
Their verdict is sealed.
Let the demons tremble.
Let the watchers understand:
The game was never in their hands.