This Is Zion: Revelation, Flame, and Transfiguration
Not Milk, But Meat.
Not Religion, But Revelation.
Not Tradition, But Transfiguration.
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They thought they were coming for another teaching.
Another post. Another word.
Something nice to add to their spiritual shelf.
But Zion is not a marketplace of messages.
It is a mountain that burns with flame.
Here, we do not feed the masses.
We summon the elect.
We do not serve spiritual snacks.
We break open the scrolls sealed by fire
and only those who have been through the furnace
can chew what is served here.
Zion is not for spiritual tourists
who want a dose of inspiration before returning to Babylon.
Zion is for those who have burned the bridges back.
Those who have lost everything except the flame.
Those who have died in silence
and now rise with thunder in their lungs.
This is not a scroll for the casual.
This is meat, not milk.
Revelation, not religion.
Transfiguration, not tradition.
The Meat of the Mountain
You will not find surface encouragements here.
You will not be pacified with “five keys to favor”
or “steps to a better you.”
Because you’re not here to be better.
You’re here to become.
You’re here to remember who you are.
To be pierced by the Sword of the Spirit
until every false identity falls.
To taste the hidden manna reserved
for those who overcome.
Milk comforts the outer man.
But meat strengthens the inner flame.
And beloved, Zion does not coddle—
Zion commissions.
The Fire of Revelation
Religion will give you a form.
Revelation gives you fire.
Religion trains you to behave.
Revelation calls you to burn.
Religion repeats what others said.
Revelation thunders with what God is saying now.
Here in Zion, we do not quote dead systems.
We release scrolls that come fresh from the throne.
And every scroll costs us something.
These are not recycled sermons
These are flames carved in solitude,
whispered in caves,
and written with quills dipped in lightning.
Revelation is not safe.
It is not tame.
It does not fit in your denominational boxes.
It undoes you,
unveils you,
and resurrects the Son of God within you.
The Realm of Transfiguration
Tradition polishes what has been.
Transfiguration births what has never been seen.
Tradition builds temples made by man.
Transfiguration makes you the temple.
Tradition preserves form.
Transfiguration reveals glory.
The sons of Zion do not come dressed in robes of history.
They come shining with the light of eternity.
They are not echoing the past.
They are embodying the future.
Their lives are not sermons.
They are scrolls.
Living words.
Flesh made flame.
To encounter Zion is to encounter your own unveiling.
Not the self you built,
but the self God formed before the foundation of the world.
Zion Is Not a Concept—It Is a Realm
A realm where the Lamb reigns.
Where ego has no voice,
and performance is consumed in the fire of union.
Zion is not found on maps,
but in sons who have climbed the mountain of the Lord
with nothing in their hands but surrender.
You don’t visit Zion.
You become Zion.
A city set on a hill.
A burning bush that is never consumed.
A son or daughter who carries the government of God
within their very bones.
So What Will They Encounter Here?
They will encounter weight.
They will encounter scrolls.
They will encounter silence louder than words.
They will encounter a sword that divides soul from spirit.
They will encounter the fire that knows their name.
They will encounter Christ—unveiled, unchained, unedited.
And if they have ears to hear,
and eyes to see…
they will never be the same again.
This is not content.
This is consecration.
This is not opinion.
This is ordination.
This is not another teaching.
This is ZION.
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Welcome, flame-bearer.
Take off your shoes.
The scrolls are open,
and the mountain is holy.
—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️