Manifesto For The Sons of Light

We did not come to take sides.

We did not come to entertain.
We did not come to argue.
We did not come to blend in.
We came to reveal the Kingdom.

We are not citizens of Babylon,
we are flames in human form,
whispers of eternity clothed in time,
scrolls hidden in skin,
words made flesh.

We walk among the systems but are not of them.
We are the lightning between ages,
the stillness that speaks louder than war,
the pause between thunders.

We do not build towers, we carry scrolls.
We do not chase influence, we bear the Flame.
We do not sell the anointing, we burn with it.
We do not mimic light, we are born of it.

We are not followers of performance,
we are sons of the uncreated Flame,
formed in silence, sent with thunder.

We remember who we are.
Before the womb, before the world,
we were spoken by God
and sent with fire in our bones
to awaken the earth not with noise,
but with radiance.

We live from union,
speak from stillness,
legislate from love,
and move as one with the Lamb.

Though the world may label us mystics, rebels, fools, or heretics,
we smile, because we remember.

We are not building churches,
we are becoming temples.
We are not selling revelation,
we are the living epistles.
We are not creating content,
we are thundering scrolls.

We are the Sons of Light.
Flame-bearers. Scroll-carriers.
Voices of a Kingdom not of this world.
We come not to conform, but to confront.
Not to be liked, but to illuminate.

We carry no weapons but truth,
no crowns but surrender,
no agenda but the Lamb.

We burn without apology.
We shine without permission.
We move without delay.

And now, we rise.

— Joe Restman
Scroll-Bearer | Son of Fire | Witness of the Lamb