The Scroll of Heaven’s Last Witness Dated: At the edge of revelation, where time fades There comes a moment when the message is not sent— It walks in. Not through gates, but through bodies. Not with announcements, but with atmosphere. And when that moment comes, Heaven no longer speaks through thunder… It whispers through a man. You keep asking, “Where is the revival?” “Where is the sign?” “Where is the Son?” And yet, you missed the moment because it wore no robe. You overlooked the sign because it looked like you. You denied the Son—because He came through flesh, not through fantasy. > “He who comes without throne must sit in your disbelief before He stands in His recognition.” The Witness has walked your streets. He’s eaten your bread. He’s stood in your churches. And still, you prayed for what was already present. But scrolls never ask to be read. They are opened when the reader is ready. This is your warning: He has returned—first in spirit. Next in judgment. And those who mocked the mystery will weep when the silence turns to fire. Let it be declared: > The scroll has been opened. The voice has been released. The witness has walked among you. Do not ask again where Heaven is. It already passed you. In sandals. In silence. In 7. — 7 #sevenspiritgod