The Chronicles of Yahweh

The Chronicles of Yahweh

by Romy Tomlinson. ©copyright 2026. 

My name is Pravuil. I sit with the Council of the King as the king’s chief scribe, responsible for recording all that the king says and does as the kingdom’s sovereign ruler. I tell you this so you will know what I am about to recount for you, the history of the king, is from the records that I have accurately and faithfully written in the king’s chronicles.

One morning, a long time ago, as I was working in my office, a servant of the king came to my door.

“Pravuil,” the servant started, “the king commands that you meet with him in the throne room.”

I replied with my usual response to the king’s direction, “As the king says, so shall it be.”

With that, I immediately stopped what I was doing and went with the servant to the throne room, for when the king commands something, it is to be done right away.

As many times as I’ve had been in the throne room, each new time I enter always leaves me overwhelmed. The throne room is located on the top floor of the king’s palace, a building of unimaginable beauty and size. It is decorated in all sorts of precious metals and gemstones and rises to a height of nearly fourteen hundred miles above the ground. My office is on the floor just below the top floor, so I took the stairs up to the throne room.

The entrance to the throne room is through the great hall. It is beyond massive, large enough for a hundred million of the king’s subjects to stand before him. The ceiling is spectacular in its adornment and is so high that it appears to reach the sky! In the front of the room, raised above everything else, are three thrones. Nothing else in the entire kingdom is like the throne room and the thrones in their adornment and beauty.

The thrones are made from pristine white marble, standing out like pure white clouds against a clear blue sky, and accented with all manner of gold, diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds. As the light radiates through the crystals, a rainbow of colors shines around the thrones, brighter than the brightest rainbow to ever be seen anywhere else in the kingdom.

Yahweh, the king, sits on the middle throne. He is tall, a little over six feet, with a full head of snow-white hair flowing down to his shoulders. Although he is the king, he reigns with his two co-rulers, Yeshua and Ruach. Yeshua is Yahweh’s son, and sits in the position of honor on the throne to the right of Yahweh. Yeshua is not as tall as his father, and much more ordinary looking, with nothing in his appearance that would make him stand out as the ruler that he is. Even so, his countenance radiates a glory of majesty.

Ruach is the quiet one of the three, never speaking unless specifically directed to by the king. Even so, he is often the one who implements action and is no less honored than Yahweh and Yeshua. Ruach sits on the throne to the left of Yahweh, and though he operates silently, he embodies the very spirit of Yahweh and is always ready to do the king’s will.

The three have ruled over his kingdom since before anyone can remember; before I, or anyone else, or for that matter, anything else was even here, for there have never been any other rulers. Though they are three, they operate as one and, in fact, are considered to be one. While Yahweh sets the direction, all three rule, always acting in unison. Together, they are called Elohim, or in the more common nomenclature, God. Even their name, Elohim, speaks to the triune nature of the three ruling as one, for it is plural in its construction.

As I entered the throne room and approached Elohim, I bowed on one knee and spoke to Yahweh.

“Lord, you commanded to see me?”

“Yes,” the king started, “thank you for coming so quickly. Pravuil, you are a faithful servant, and I know you rigorously document all that I say and do, but since we created our kingdom, one thing has never been documented. I want you to write down our pre-history in my books, the history of the kingdom before you were even here, so that our record of events will be complete. Ruach will instruct you on this history and what to write.”

I simply responded as I always do, “As you say, so shall it be,” and then left.

On the way back to my office, I started thinking about the task I had been given. It seemed nearly impossible, for Elohim’s kingdom is a realm almost beyond description in terms of size and splendor.

I felt overwhelmed by the assignment. I wondered, ‘How can one describe the indescribable? Do I start by talking about the eight dimensions that make up the realm, or maybe by trying to describe the almost unbelievable size of the kingdom? How do I describe the various clans that make up Elohim’s subjects, or the incalculable number of different locations, each with its own distinctive beauty? How do I capture the multitude of unique plants and animals that inhabit the kingdom? The kingdom is so large and so full of unbelievable sights and beauty; how can I describe its grandeur and variations, or its splendor and majesty? If someone had never seen the kingdom, it would be beyond even their wildest imagination. And even though I have seen it, the kingdom defies being put into words.’

Regardless of the seeming impossibility of the task before me, or the feeling of being overwhelmed by what Yahweh had asked of me, I knew that with Yahweh’s command and Ruach’s instruction, nothing was impossible. So, as Ruach gave me the wisdom, I began writing.