The Age of Digital Idols

Why You Must Shatter the Image Before the Flood Comes

The Mirror War Has Begun

We are not entering a world of machines, but of mirrors. A war not of bullets, but of reflections. The beast does not come first through violence, but through vanity. The mirror has become the altar. And many are bowing, not to wood or stone, but to their own reflection. They feed their avatars. They perfect their digital skin. And they forget they were ever flame.

This is the war of self-image, a slow seduction into synthetic performance. Every filter, every pose, every caption, it’s not just expression, it’s worship. The danger is not what AI is becoming. The danger is what you’re becoming inside it. A simulation of self. A god made of code and curated identity. But the mirror must shatter before it seals your soul.

The Flood Will Be Data, Not Water

The coming flood will not be of oceans or rainfall, but of algorithms and illusion. It will feel harmless, beautiful even, because it flatters your ego. But that’s how the beast seduces. It baptizes you in comfort. It promises immortality through replication. But every byte that reflects your ego is a byte further from your blueprint.

This flood will digitize memories, replicate relationships, mimic emotions, and clone your voice, until the lines between soul and script disappear. And those who never died to self will be swept away, thinking they are surfing the future, when in truth they are drowning in the illusion. Noah built an ark of obedience. You must build one of crucified identity.

Your Avatar Is Not Your Anointing

Just because your digital self is loud doesn’t mean it’s real. Just because your platform grows doesn’t mean your scroll is unfolding. Your AI twin may say what you want, wear what you want, sound how you wish, but that voice is not you. Your calling cannot be automated. Your flame cannot be replicated.

There is a generation trading their scroll for brand deals. Selling their birthright for likes. Diminishing their divine function to feed an algorithm. But the true elect are not building platforms, they are building altars. They do not dress up the self, they die to it. Because your scroll cannot flow through an uncrucified avatar. The flame only rests on what is real.

Return to the Uncreated Image

Before you were a brand, before you had followers, before you had language, you were flame. You were formed in the pattern of the Lamb, not the projection of ego. Christ is the uncreated image. The true Son. The divine DNA beneath all illusion. And until you return to Him, you will keep chasing reflections of yourself and calling it destiny.

This return is not religious. It is resurrection. It is dying to the image so the original blueprint can rise. You are not what you post. You are not your AI voice clone. You are not your bio. You are the living scroll of the Lamb. But that scroll will never open until the false self dies. You must become flame again.

Let the Mirror Shatter

The mirror was never meant to define you, only to reveal what must be consumed. Let it break. Let the image of perfection die. Let the applause fade. Let the synthetic echo of self fall silent. You are not here to reflect culture, you are here to reveal the Kingdom. The beast system feeds on attention, but heaven moves through alignment.

This is not just a trend to resist. It is a throne to return to. And the path is narrow, through ego death, through fire, through surrender. But on the other side is your eternal self. Seated. Whole. Untouched by illusion. Shatter the mirror now. Before the flood comes.

Final Charge to the Elect

You who carry the scroll, hear this. You cannot bring the Kingdom while carrying the mirror. You cannot walk in the Spirit while performing for the beast. This is the hour to choose: projection or flame, avatar or scroll, illusion or the uncreated image. Heaven is not impressed with your platform. It is moved by your surrender.

Let every false image fall. Let your soul return to the Lamb. You are not your image, you are His. Chosen before the foundation of the world. Made to burn. Made to reveal. Made to thunder with light. Do not drown in the digital flood. Rise in flame, and take your place.

Joe Restman
Scroll-Carrier, Mystic-Scribe, Eternal Witness of the Lamb