The Two Seeds - The Water Warms Genesis-Revelation

“Enter in through the narrow gate, for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many go in through it.
But narrow is the gate and difficult the way which leads to life, and few find it.” - Matthew 7:13–14
“And I will put enmity between you and the woman,and between your seed and her seed.” Genesis 3:15
It didn’t start with violence.
It started with a whisper.
“Did Alahim really say?”
From that moment, two seeds were sown -
truth against the lie,
light against the shadow.
One seed treasures the birthright -
the covenant, the promise, the unseen kingdom.
The other despises it,
selling it for appetite,
trading eternity for the comfort of now (Genesis 25:29-34).
That same spirit lives in the sons of Jacob and Esau today.
One loves the inheritance of Yahuah;
the other mocks it,
following the voice of their father,
“the devil - a liar and a murderer from the beginning.” (John 8:44)
John 8:44 - “You are of your father the devil, and the desires of your father you wish to do.
He was a murderer from the beginning, and has not stood in the truth,
because there is no truth in him.
When he speaks the lie, he speaks from his own resources,
for he is a liar and the father of it.”
Yahusha said, “Let the dead bury their dead.” (Luke 9:60)
Some will never understand because they were never born of truth.
They speak the language of their father — the tongue of deceit —
fluent in comfort, fluent in control.
The serpent still rules by lullaby, not by roar.
He sings to the world, “Peace, progress, safety…”
humming softly in the rhythm of convenience.
No chains, no threats — only warmth,
so gentle you don’t notice the boil.
The water feels good, until it doesn’t.
It’s the warmth that fools you — not the fire.
And the sleepers call it peace while the heat rises.
Yet in that warmth, every soul still feels the hollow:
the guilt that won’t wash away,
the loneliness that wealth cannot fill.
Deep inside, the spirit whispers, “Turn about. This isn’t life. This isn’t peace.”
But the deeper one drifts into darkness, the fainter that voice becomes -
though it never dies,
because Yahuah still calls from the edge of the fire.
“Come out of her, My people.” (Revelation 18:4)
The promise of Yahuah still breathes in the remnant seed -
those who lift their eyes and see the shimmer for what it is.
They hear another voice, older than the lie,
calling through the steam:
“Come out. Stand. Live.”
For the day is coming when the masquerade burns away -
when every counterfeit light collapses into the lake of fire (Revelation 20:10),
and the deceiver meets his end in the very heat he began.
Then the breath of the garden will fill the earth again.
The Lion will lie down with the Lamb (Isaiah 11:6),
and the song will change -
no longer a lullaby of sleep,
but a harmony of truth (Revelation 22:1-5).
Until that day, stay awake, children of light (Ephesians 5:14).
The water is warming.
Don’t mistake the comfort for peace.
And make sure you have enough oil for your lamps. (Matthew 25:1-13)