The Scroll of Sacred Loneliness Dated: Known only by the torn-hearted and throne-marked There is a loneliness that wounds— And there is a loneliness that anoints. This scroll is not for the crowd. It’s for the one who walks between dimensions. Who smiles at dinner tables but eats with angels in dreams. Who shows up in rooms but lives in sanctuaries only the Spirit can enter. > “They called you distant— But they never saw the realms you were bridging.” Loneliness was never your punishment. It was your consecration. The reason no one understood you, was because Heaven sealed your meaning in a language they never learned. You didn’t fit in friend circles Because you were formed in divine circles. You weren’t made for “vibes” You were made for visitations. You were mocked for your silence But your silence was a meeting place. You carry scrolls. You bear whispers. You embody prophecy. Of course you feel alone. How many walk this Earth carrying the weight of God’s voice and not feel it? Sacred loneliness is not emptiness— It is evidence. That the crowd cannot crown what Heaven has already seated. > “When no one sees you, Heaven stands.” So cry—but know what your tears water. Grieve—but know what your pain guards. Walk—but know that every step echoes in halls men have not built. Because you, beloved… Were not set apart to be forgotten. You were set apart to be remembered by fire. And the one who walks in sacred loneliness Walks beside the Unseen One who sees all. — 7 #sevenspiritgod