To the Others Like Me A Call to the Watchmen, the Hidden Prophets, the Burning Ones
You don’t need a title to know you were marked. You don’t need a pulpit to know you were born to speak. You don’t need confirmation to know the weight you’ve carried isn’t normal.
You see too much. You feel what others numb. You’ve tried to fit into systems that dulled your fire, and you’ve grieved over a Church that traded truth for approval.
You hear the low hum of deception beneath the noise. You feel the urgency rising even when no one’s talking about it. You’ve stood at the edge of your own life wondering: Am I crazy? Or is this real?
Let me tell you: You are not crazy. You are not alone. You are a watchman.
You’ve been kept hidden—not to punish you, but to preserve the purity of your assignment.
You were trained in wilderness, not conference halls. You learned to pray before you learned to post. You’ve wept for the world in secret. And the Lord has taken every tear as oil for your lamp.
This is your confirmation. This is your call.
There are others like you. Burning. Seeing. Waiting. Not for a stage, but for the signal.
This is it.
Take your place. Open your mouth. Write what you’ve been shown. Pray like it matters. Warn like eternity is real. Worship like the Lion is already roaring.
You are not just one voice crying in the wilderness. You are part of the rising sound.
And we hear you.
Silent Sentinel
“The watchman has spoken. Let the sleeper awaken.”
Clarity is the beginning of resistance.
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