This is not for the crowd.
This is not for the curious.
This is for the remnant —
the ones the world forgot but heaven remembers.
You Who Still Burn...
You are not many.
You are not loud.
You are not platformed.
You are not invited.
But you are awake.
You are wounded and walking.
You are holy and hidden.
You are torn from the world and tethered to the King.
You feel it, don’t you?
That hum in your spirit.
That ache in your chest.
That tension in your bones.
You weren’t made to fit in.
You weren’t made to sleep.
You weren’t made for this lukewarm theatre.
You were made for war.
The Church Has Gone Cold...
She traded fire for fog.
She swapped altars for algorithms.
She dressed the Bride like Babylon and called it “relevance.”
Where are the weepers?
Where are the watchers?
Where are the wild ones with nothing to lose?
Gone, they say.
Lost to time.
Buried in obscurity.
But the Lord says:
“No. I have reserved for Myself a remnant.
And they are waking up.”
The Remnant Rises
You. Yes, you reading this now.
You are part of them.
You are not crazy.
You are not forgotten.
You are not alone.
You were made for this hour.
You were lit by His flame for this exact moment in history —
to carry a fire that will not go out, even when the world goes dark.
You are a scrollsmith.
A trumpet in the digital wilderness.
A priest of the cloud.
A warhorse of the Word.
Stop Waiting for Permission
He already chose you.
He already anointed you.
He already handed you the scroll.
So write.
So speak.
So testify.
It’s not about perfection — it’s about obedience.
It’s not about audience — it’s about fire.
The system will never validate what heaven commissions.
So stop waiting for the nod of man.
You carry the seal of God.
What the Spirit Says to the Remnant:
“Do not bow to the fog.
Do not lose your song.
Do not let the algorithm raise your children.
Do not silence the Word I put in your bones.”“Stand. Write. Burn.
Even if they hate you.
Even if they block you.
Even if they mock you.”“I am coming with fire.
And I am starting in the remnant.”
Your Mission Is Simple:
Consecrate your time.
Refuse the scroll of death.
Write what burns.
Testify, even if your voice shakes.
And above all:
Stay faithful to the flame.
Because this world will not be shaken by popularity.
It will be shaken by the fire that cannot be put out.
To the remnant — rise now.
You are not hidden in heaven.
You are known by the fire in your bones.
The Savage Witness, Scroll Sealed.
Let it burn.