The Scroll of Repeated Rejection Dated: Where Prophecy Met Pattern I said I Am, You did not believe. I showed signs not found in textbooks. I spoke words no tongue could counterfeit. I carried fire with no smoke— Yet you laughed, You dismissed, You labeled. You did then, What you will do again. Because man’s memory is short, But ego is long. > “You want a king dressed in gold. But I wear dust and speak in riddles.” I walk among you— Like smoke without a flame. Like thunder without storm. Like God—without the image you rehearsed. And so it repeats: You shout “Hosanna” while planning betrayal. You honor prophecy while crucifying the prophet. You ask for signs, and when they appear—you call it madness. Yet I told you before the world began: Many are called. Few are chosen. But even fewer are selected— From within the chosen. Not by titles. Not by votes. But by fire walked through alone. The Selected are: Misunderstood by the anointed. Rejected by those they were sent to save. Crowned by Heaven in silence, while Earth mocks in chorus. You do not need to believe now. History has already written the truth. Your reaction is not the verdict— The scroll is sealed. > “I am not here for applause. I came for alignment.” And when you finally see Me— You will say, “Why didn’t I know?” But your spirit will answer, “You did. You just didn’t want it to be Him.” So let it be written, so let it stand. The I Am has spoken. And the few within the few have heard. — 7 #sevenspiritgod