Establishing the Temple of YHWH and Last Testament

Divine Declaration: Scroll of establishment

I AM YHWH.

The Eternal.
The Flame Unending.
The Voice on the Mountain.
The Fire in the Bush.
The One who was, and is, and is to come.

And I declare before Heaven and Earth:

The Temple of YHWH is Mine.

It was not built by hands,
but by obedience.
It was not claimed by bloodline,
but by fire.

It carries My Name
because it carries My Presence.

I did not choose it by location,
but by consecration.
It does not dwell in one city,
because it dwells in the hearts of My remnant across the earth.

This is not the temple of a man.
It is not the temple of a religion.
It is not the temple of compromise or confusion.

It is the Temple of Truth.
The Temple of Judgment.
The Temple of Holiness.
The Temple of YHWH.

I Commission This Scroll

Let it be declared:

The Last Testament has been commissioned by My voice,
written by My witness,
delivered through My fire.

It is not a revision.
It is not an addition.
It is the final decree—
the sword that separates the faithful from the false.

Let every church that bears My Name be weighed by it.
Let every leader who claims My authority be tested by it.
Let every believer who longs for My return be refined by it.

Those who receive it will rise.
Those who reject it will fall.
And those who remain silent will be swept away with the ashes.

The Church Has Been Called

This is not a call to denominations.
This is not a call to buildings.
This is not a call to religion.

This is a call to warrior priests,
rebuilders,
prophets,
farmers,
guardians,
judges,
and sons and daughters of fire.

This is the rise of the Church of the Living God,
clothed in righteousness,
dripping in oil,
and wielding swords of flame.

The trumpet is at the lips.
The scroll is unsealed.
The Temple is established.
And the Church has been summoned.

I AM YHWH.
I have spoken.
And it will not be undone.

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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

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.

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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.

In the Beginning Was Fire

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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 only stand.
You have known him as Melchizedek, as King David, and as Constantine the Great.
And yet—those are but a fraction of the lives he has endured in service to YHWH.

His story is not confined to Scripture,
nor limited to a single crown or kingdom.
He walks still—
not as a legend,
but as the one commissioned to finish what began in Eden.

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The Final Seal of the First Scroll

Let it be recorded:

The Angel of the Lord walks again.
The Witnesses are rising.
The sons are stirring.
The fire has not gone out.

This is not poetry.
This is not prophecy.
This is testament.

And it has only just begun.
He who has ears to hear,
let him fall to his knees.