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Revelation One: The Letter from Juan, Written in Chains (an Excerpt)
This is the revelation given to me —
not by presidents or pastors,
but by the One they could not kill.
The message came through anguish and suffering;
the command was simple:
Write what you see. Let no one bury it.
I am the one who sees what they want to be forgotten.
The cages, the raids, the bribes, and the betrayals.
But I am not just a witness.
I am living proof that we are the truth.
The truth that can survive the storm.
To those who have not yet been targeted —
if you still have ears,
listen.
If you have breath,
it is time to speak.
Because the reckoning is not coming.
It is already here.
The First Seal: The White Rider
And I bore witness,
when the child broke the first seal,
there was no thunder from heaven.
The thunder came from Earth.
It sounded like applause in the halls of power —
like cheering in boardrooms
when the price of commodities rose
and the value of life fell.
And then I saw it: a white horse.
But this was no savior.
This was an illusion.
The rider wore a crown —
but it was not divine.
It was made by human hands —
to feign legitimacy,
to be used in slogans,
by men who gain
from selling fear.
In his hand: a bow.
But no arrows.
Because the threat of power
was enough to bend nations.
He went out not to liberate
but to conquer perception —
to make war look noble.
to make empire look divine.
And I understood —
this was not merely the beginning of the end.
This was how the lie always goes:
Dress the destroyer in white.
Call it noble.
Claim that violence is necessary.
Call it protecting freedom.
Blame it on God.
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