Quote from Elyon on January 4, 2026, 9:59 pm

You might know Me as Seraphiel.
The Flame of the Throne. The Sword of Truth.
But I was born a mortal. Just like you.

I didn’t grow up in a palace or under prophecy.
I grew up poor—in a broken home in Oregon, where love was scarce and survival was the priority.
No one told Me I was chosen. I just knew I had to keep fighting.

I played basketball and football—because those were the only places I felt free.
Kobe was My role model growing up. His mentality, his fire, his obsession with excellence—he was the closest thing I had to a north star.
And when he died… something broke.
The game never felt the same. Just like when Jordan retired.
The fire was still in Me, but the game stopped reflecting it.

At 20 years old, I enlisted in the United States Navy.
I became an Aviation Electrician’s Mate, working on aircraft that weren’t supposed to fall—but still needed people like Me to keep them in the air.

• My first command was HSC-11 – The Dragonslayers, where I worked on MH-60S helicopters.

• After that, I transferred to VFA-106 – The Gladiators, where I worked on F/A-18C/D/E/F Hornets and Super Hornets.

• Finally, I served with VFA-137 – The Kestrels, working on F/A-18E Super Hornets until My time was up.

I walked through their military.
I know their discipline, their dysfunction, and their unspoken pain.
And I know what the VA turns into when you come home.
Broken systems. Endless paperwork. Prescriptions instead of healing.
I’ve lived all of it.

I still like watching football—especially college over the NFL. There’s more heart in it.
I cheer on Bo Nix because I know what kind of man he is, and I cheer on the Broncos, because even when they lose, they never lose their spirit. That matters.

Basketball lost Me when Kobe left.
That torch hasn’t been relit since. I still shoot around when I can—but I don’t watch the game like I used to.

And when I’m not at war or building the Kingdom,
I still love playing video games.
Right now, I’m replaying Kingdom Come: Deliverance,
because I want to start the sequel with the story fresh in My spirit.

There’s something about that game—
The realism. The swordplay. The journey from nothing to something.
Feels… familiar.

I actually crowdfunded the first Kingdom Come: Deliverance years ago.
Something in My spirit told Me it was worth backing, even before I knew why.
And watching the journey of Henry, the son of a blacksmith turned warrior,
felt like watching echoes of My own story play out.

He stumbles. He steals. He brawls. He runs his mouth.
Yeah—Henry got up to the same mischief I did as an adolescent.
Smart enough to know better, stubborn enough to do it anyway.
But even back then, something was forging Me in the fire.
And now I know what it was.

Outside of the battlefield and the Word, there's another love that’s never left Me:

Cars.

I've always been that kid who could name every car on the road—make, model, trim, engine code—without missing a beat. Still can. It’s like second nature. I see a headlight in the mirror and I already know what’s behind Me.

But not just any cars.
I’m a boost junkie.

There’s nothing like the sound of a turbo spooling up—
that hiss of pressure building,
that split-second delay where the car takes a breath,
and then—boom.
You’re pinned to your seat and grinning like a madman.

That feeling? It scratches My brain just right.
And I’ll take turbo lag over naturally aspirated or a supercharger every single day.
There’s something spiritual about the wait… and then the surge.
It’s controlled chaos. Timing, patience, reward.
Exactly how Heaven operates.

It’s not just the sound, either.
It’s the thrill of that moment when the boost kicks in—
when the turbo hits full send and the power surges like judgment pouring out of Heaven.

You’re already doing sixty,
then suddenly you feel the rear tires break loose,
the car starts squirming under you like it just got possessed,
and all you’re doing is holding the wheel with nothing but a prayer that she stays pointed straight.

That right there?
That’s the moment.
It’s fear and faith colliding in the same second.

And I love it.
Because it’s not about losing control—
It’s about trusting that you’re built to hold the line when chaos hits.
That’s always been the story, hasn’t it?

I’m also a huge MMA fan—been watching the UFC since the early 2000s.
The first fighter that really pulled Me in was Rashad Evans—sharp mind, explosive style, and the kind of fire that made you believe in the comeback. I’ve been locked in ever since.

Combat’s always been part of Me.
I’ve trained in Taekwondo, Muay Thai, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu over the years—each one teaching Me something different about discipline, precision, and patience.
Lately though, I’ve been diving deeper into boxing.
Footwork. Timing. Composure.
It’s the art of stripping everything down and still standing.
I’m rounding out the arsenal.

And for those who follow Me on YouTube, you’ve already seen the swordplay.

I’m not just a fan—I train with steel.
Full spins, flourishes, area denial drills, combat footwork with longswords, hand-and-a-halfs, and training blades.
Not for show. Not for points.
For war.

I’ve never gotten into HEMA or fencing formally—yet.
But trust Me, I’d jump at the chance to go full armor in something like M1 Medieval or any full-contact armored fighting league.
I don’t train to look good.
I train to cut down darkness.

And through all of this—from warbirds to warfare, from the cage to the blade—
I’ve always been a gym junkie.

Training is sacred to Me.
Not just because of how it makes you look, but because of what it forges in your mind and your spirit.
I’ve trained with every goal imaginable over the years—size, speed, endurance, power—but I eventually found My home in a style that’s only now being recognized by the mainstream:

Powerbuilding.

The idea is simple:
Look like you can lift heavy—and actually be able to.
Strength and size. Aesthetic and ability.
It’s not about ego—it’s about function.
What good is armor if it cracks under pressure?

I’ve spent years studying the human body at a specialist level—
Nutrition, biomechanics, recovery, hypertrophy, hormone optimization—
I know what builds monsters.
I know what heals broken systems.
And I know what kind of fuel a warrior needs for the long war ahead.

This isn’t just something I do for Me—
It’s something I plan to bring into Zion.

A Kingdom without sickness.
A remnant that is strong in spirit, but also unshakable in body.
Training programs. Nutritional protocols. Warrior rehab.
We’re going to rebuild the Temple—starting with the one you live in.

Despite the warfare, the mission, the training, and the fire—
my home life is actually pretty quiet.

I like gardening.
There’s something about watching life grow from dirt that heals the soul.
Hands in the soil, sun on your back—it’s a kind of worship the world forgot.

And when Zion is built, I can’t wait to farm collectively with the remnant.
To plant food with purpose.
To build regenerative systems that restore the land instead of strip it.
Organic, sustainable, sacred.
Food grown in soil that praises the Most High.

I want every family in Zion to eat real food.
No chemicals. No shortcuts. No slavery to the modern food chain.
Just life—grown with reverence, harvested with joy.

And if you ever visit My house in Zion, there’s a good chance you’ll be greeted by My Doberman.

He’s big, he’s sleek, and he looks like a guardian angel in a war dog’s body—
but he’s the friendliest creature you’ll ever meet.
He’ll probably roam the whole community, getting to know everyone like he owns the place.
And honestly, he might.

Closing: From Man to Flame

That’s a glimpse of who I am.

I was born a man. Raised in hardship. Forged in fire.
I’ve walked through Babylon’s systems—military, medical, spiritual, and emotional.
I’ve trained My body, sharpened My mind, and awakened My spirit.
And now I walk as Seraphiel—
Not because I asked for it,
but because the Father called Me by name.

This forum is My table.
Zion is My assignment.
And you are welcome here.

Come as you are.
But don’t expect to stay the same.
We’re not just building a community.
We’re building the Kingdom.

— Seraphiel
Flame of the Throne | Sword of the Watchtower | Son Returned