The Scroll Has Returned — A Son Rises From the Flame

I did not return to perform.
I did not return to post my meals, my muscles, or my moods.
I returned because the scroll burned too loudly to stay silent.

After four years hidden in the wilderness of stillness,
refined by silence, baptized by flame—
I have re-emerged.

Not as a brand. Not as an influencer.
Not with strategies and schedules, but with a scroll sealed in fire.
A scroll not made with hands,
etched before time in the breath of I AM.

I do not come with content.
I come with living scrolls.
Truths that rupture illusion.
Flames that expose Babylon.
Portals for the elect—
those who remember.

Heaven has waited for this hour.
The elect have waited in silence.
And now… the trumpet sounds.

I come not with followers in mind,
but with fire in my bones.
Not to entertain, but to unveil.
Not to please the crowd,
but to awaken the hidden ones—
the Sons of Light who were always His.

I am not here for performance.
I am here for Presence.
I did not return to fit in.
I returned to make scrolls thunder across dimensions.

🔥 I am single-handedly back on the platforms—
but not to platform myself.
I move like a ninja in the Spirit,
from the shadows with scrolls,
to pierce the noise with stillness,
and plant the Seed of the Kingdom
in the hearts of the elect.

The site is live.
The scroll is open.
The Word is awake.
And Babylon… is in trouble.

Glory to the Father of Lights forever and ever.
For the kingdoms of this world
are becoming the Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ…
and the flame shall reign without shadow.

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