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To Whom it may concern…
The final judgment of any tree is not its height, its leaves, or its age—it is its fruit. What does it produce? What grows from its branches? What is offered to the world through its existence? These are the questions that Yehoshua Himself posed when He declared, “You will know them by their fruit.” Not by their doctrines, not by their traditions, and certainly not by their buildings. A tree is known by what it produces. And Christianity has produced something—not what it claims, but what it is. Rotten fruit, born from a poisoned root, wrapped in counterfeit appearances, and masquerading as truth. This is not a critique. This is an unveiling. The final chapter in this series exposes what the tree of Christianity has truly become, and contrasts it with what Yahwey has always intended—the holy fruit of the New Creation, born of Breath and Word, not institution and idolatry.
The fruit of Christianity can be tasted in history. The blood of children screams from beneath cathedral floors. Scandals, cover-ups, protected predators—this is not rare. It is systemic. Crusades, inquisitions, genocide, cultural erasure, and forced conversions—all done in the name of a man they renamed and rebranded. Denominations now number over 45,000, each claiming to carry the truth, yet bearing no unity in Spirit. Politicians now wield the cross like a weapon, churches compete for offerings like corporations, and pulpits echo with sermons of shame, condemnation, and fear. The tree of Christianity has not produced healing. It has produced confusion. Not righteousness, but performance. Not sons, but slaves. And still, they call this holy?
This is not speculation. It is spiritual forensics. The works of the flesh listed in Galatians 5 are no longer warnings—they are mirrors. Strife? Enmity? Jealousy? Dissensions? Factions? These define the Christian institution. Denominations argue over tongues, traditions, and timelines. Pastors war for influence, status, and fame. The fruit of Christianity has never been the Spirit. It has been the flesh wrapped in religious disguise. They teach forgiveness without transformation, membership without rebirth, and performance without possession. They baptize in water and deny the Breath. They teach the name of a Roman Jesus while denying the function of the true Messiah. And when the world tastes this fruit, it rejects the tree entirely—without knowing there was another tree all along.
Because there is another tree. It is not Christian. It is not branded. It is not divided. It is not rooted in Rome. It is born of fire and wind. It is the tree of the New Creation. Its seed is not tradition, but truth. Its root is not man’s word, but Yahwey’s Word. It is not structured around control or performance but formed by the Spirit and fused with the Son. And its fruit is not fear—but love. Not shame—but healing. Not confusion—but clarity. The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. These are not rules to follow—they are the natural produce of the indwelt. This is not about works—it’s about essence. The New Creation doesn’t behave like sons—it is sons. It doesn’t perform fruit—it bears it.
We must now draw from what has already been revealed. This deep dive does not reinvent what was said in This Is What Sin Is, where we exposed the lie of symptom treatment and revealed sin as a blood infection. Christianity teaches symptom management, but the New Creation teaches transfusion. The Condemnational Rebuke showed us how the tree of Christianity produces exclusion, judgment, and control—while the true Breath of Yahwey brings release and restoration. In Enter the Pneumocryst and From Christian to Pneumocryst, we learned that the true believer is not a “Christian,” but a Pneumocryst—one in whom the Breath and the Anointed Word are crystallized into being. These sons of Yahwey are not part of the tree of Christianity—they are the branches of the true Vine. These revelations are not footnotes. They are the very DNA of this chapter.
The contrast must be stated plainly.
Tree of Christianity: Rooted in Rome. Formed by councils. Trunked in idolatry. Branched by division. Leafed in performance. And its fruit? Rot. Abuse. Fear. Pride. Shame. Self-righteousness. Doctrinal confusion. Power-hungry leadership. Politicized pulpits. Merchandise ministries. And ultimately—spiritual death.
Tree of the Holy New Creation: Rooted in the Breath and Word of Yahwey. Formed in truth. Trunked in righteousness. Branched by Spirit-filled unity. Leafed in radiant humility. And its fruit? Life. Healing. Clarity. Conviction. Compassion. Obedience. Identity. Power. Holiness. Not imitation—but incarnation. Not followers—but sons.
This is why Yehoshua cursed the fig tree. It wasn’t because it was evil—it was because it bore no fruit, though it looked alive. Christianity is that fig tree. Beautiful. Decorated. Respected. Revered. But fruitless. Or worse—its fruit is death. It has the appearance of godliness but denies the power thereof. It hosts revivals without revival. Conferences without encounter. Worship without holiness. And it teaches the name of Yehoshua without the function of Yehoshua. It should have been cut down long ago. And now, the axe is laid at the root.
This is the final judgment. Not of men. Not of institutions. But of fruit. Yehoshua will not ask, “What church were you part of?” He will not ask, “Did you believe in Christianity?” He will ask, “Did I know you?” And if He did, the proof will be in your fruit. Not in your speech. Not in your titles. Not in your baptisms. But in your birth. The New Creation is not born again into Christianity. It is born from the side of the Messiah—water and blood—and sealed by the Breath of Yahwey. It walks in power, lives in holiness, and bears the fruit of a different tree.
Christianity is a counterfeit tree. Its fruit is public. Its failures are historic. Its destruction is inevitable.
But the New Creation is not a religion. It is not a movement. It is not a building. It is the living body of those born from above.
And now, the garden is being cleared.
Every tree not planted by the Father will be uprooted.
Every branch not bearing fruit will be cut off.
And the true sons will rise—not as Christians—but as Pneumocrysts. Born of Breath. Fueled by Word. Set apart in function.
The harvest has come. And the fruit does not lie.
