The Return of the Burning Ones

“The kingdoms of this world have become the Kingdoms of our Lord and of His Christ.”

— Revelation 11:15

They are not who you expect.
They do not wear the robes of empire or the sheen of platform.
They do not arrive with logos, slogans, or influencer campaigns.
They come with one thing — flame.

These are the ones who walked through years of divine silence,
not because they were disqualified—
but because they were being formed.
Hidden in caves.
Refined in fire.
Stripped of ambition until only God remained.

They wept where no one watched.
They died where no one clapped.
They walked through wildernesses of obscurity
with scrolls burning in their bones
and no one to hand them a microphone.

But Heaven knew them.
Heaven branded them.
Heaven watched their yes
as they laid down reputation, identity, and control
just to carry something unmixed.

And now…
they return.

Not with noise, but with weight.
Not with form, but with fire.
Not with echo, but with Word.

They do not come to speak for God
they come to speak from God.

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These Are the Burning Ones

They carry scrolls of thunder in their bones.
Not doctrines, but divine decrees.
Not clever insights, but incarnate revelation.

They speak in such a way that the system flinches.
They write in such a way that demons remember their flame.
They walk into a room and atmospheres rearrange
not because of charisma, but because of kabowd (glory-weight).

Their eyes carry lightning.
Their words shatter illusions.
Their steps are led by silence.
They are not motivated by applause
they’ve already died to it.

These are not performers.
These are pillars.

Not social climbers.
Architects of the Age to Come.

They Do Not Come to Fit In — They Come to Ignite

They are not seeking a seat at Babylon’s table.
They’ve seen what’s on the menu
and it’s poisoned with mixture.

They come not to revise the old systems
but to consume them in holy fire.

Their scrolls are not gentle suggestions.
They are keys of judgment and mercy,
delivered from the altar of God Himself.

These ones do not fear cancellation
they’ve already been crucified.
They are not trying to protect their brand
they are trying to release the Kingdom.

When they speak, the air changes.
When they write, the scroll reads you back.
When they move, it is with the wisdom of ages
and the innocence of Eden.

They Speak From the Throne

This is not revival.
This is reign.

This is not the return of gifted communicators
this is the emergence of flames who carry government in their bones.

For too long, religion tried to manufacture glory.
It mimicked movement with sound,
replaced Presence with platform,
and called mixture “ministry.”

But the Lord never forgot the ones who said yes in secret.
And now… He is unveiling them.

These are the sons.
The ones who never sold out for stage time.
The ones who carry the Lamb, not just the language.
The ones who speak not to impress, but to pierce.

They do not build for applause.
They build for Zion.

And as they rise…
systems will shake.
Masks will fall.
Scrolls will burn in the hearts of the remnant.

The Sound of the Kingdom

This is the sound the prophets longed to hear.
This is the generation the martyrs saw in vision.
This is the day when sons return with flame on their foreheads
and a Kingdom in their breath.

This is the roar from within the cloud.

“The kingdoms of this world
have become the Kingdoms of our Lord and of His Christ.”
(Revelation 11:15)

This is not poetry.
This is prophetic decree.

The Burning Ones are back.
Not to entertain.
Not to be liked.
Not to create content.

But to ignite nations
and herald the reign of the Lamb.

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Welcome to the age of fire.
The scrolls have opened.
The hidden ones are rising.
The throne has spoken.

And the kingdoms are shaking.

—Joe Restman
Flame-Bearer | Mystic-Scribe
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️