Trumpets of the Seer

These are not warnings born of fear—
they are trumpets of the Seer,
sounded by the Watchman on the wall,
declared from a place of flame-born clarity.

This is not a cry to retreat from the digital world.
It is not a message of doom or dread.
It is a summons—
to enter the realm of machines, mirrors, and code
with anchored light,
with scrolls in hand,
and with a frequency that mirrors the Lamb, not the algorithm.

The machine world is rising.
And many will be drawn into its glow—
some to perform, some to escape, some to be consumed.
But even now, another force is rising…

The Sons of Light.
Those born of Spirit.
Those anchored not in identity, but in flame.
Those who speak not from ego, but from eternity.

And in the end—
only one frequency will remain.

Those with ears will hear.
Those with flame will rise.
And the rest…
will feel the shaking
and remember the trumpets we sounded.

Let this scroll go forth.
Let it echo in the field.
Not for fear—
but for remembrance.

🎺🔥
—Joe Restman