Wake Up with Doc Scott--The Threshold Wasn't the End—It Was the Beginning

By Dr. Scott Infante

My wife and I recently attended a miracle service at Glory City Church in Atlanta. It's not our regular home church, but it’s a place we visit from time to time—especially on those nights when the Spirit stirs up something fierce.

I won’t share Jane’s story here—she’ll tell that when she’s ready—but I will say this: neither of us walked out of that place the same. Something broke wide open in the Spirit. There was oil, there was electricity, there was fire. Mantles were being released. It was wild—gloriously wild. And none of it was what we expected.

It reminded me of a vision I had a couple of years ago. I saw people racing toward a finish line—battered, bruised, broken. Some were missing limbs. They were barely crawling to that line. And when they crossed it… they realized it wasn’t a finish line at all. It was a starting line.

The Survivors' Entrance Into the New

What many of us thought was the end of the battle—the long-awaited breakthrough—was actually a threshold into a new era. The enemy's strategy? Hit you hardest right at that moment. Kick you while you’re down. Make you question whether you’ll ever walk in your calling. Make you believe the lie: "You missed it. You’re too late. It’s never going to happen for you."

And maybe, like me, you've heard the same prophetic promises for years. “This is your season of recompense.” “This is the year of the open door.” And yet, it felt like every new year brought its own war.

But here's the thing:

We didn’t bow out. We didn’t walk away. We stayed in it.

Yes, we looked messy. Yes, we were crawling. But we never left the game. And Jesus isn’t afraid of messy.

The Lie of Delay

The enemy tried to lock me into a perspective of permanent delay. I found myself believing that nothing I carried for the Kingdom would ever be realized. That I was too old. That it was over.

And then—God said write.

I didn’t want to. I was trying to survive. Trying to make money. Trying to be “responsible.” But He wouldn’t stop putting one word on my heart: Father. That word haunted me until I surrendered and wrote The Absent Man in a month.

That obedience broke something. Not just for me—but for many.

Recompense: Not a Refund—A Realm

When we talk about “recompense,” we often think of getting back what was lost. But what if it’s more than that?

What if recompense isn’t just about recovery—it’s about access?

What if God is slamming all of the Kingdom’s riches—everything we lost, everything that was stolen—into a new timeline that opens up a new realm of existence?

“Behold, I do a new thing… do you not perceive it?” (Isaiah 43:19)

This isn’t a rerun of the past. It’s not about reclaiming your old normal. It’s about walking into something entirely unfamiliar. It’s about running again—even if you’ve forgotten how.

The Vision of Release

During that miracle service, I saw Jane and me—beaten, bloody, pulverized—running like newborn colts, legs unsteady. We were trying to run, trying to remember how. We had been underground for so long we forgot what freedom looked like.

But we were laughing—giddy, drunk with joy—because the prison doors were open. The spirits of infirmity were shattered. And we were free.

It wasn’t neat. It wasn’t clean. But we were running.

And that, my friend, is what’s happening in the Spirit right now. The long captivity is broken. The gates are open. You're not going back to what you lost—you're entering into what you've never known.

How the Orphan Perspective Blinds Us

For months, I drank my coffee with sadness. I couldn’t get out of it. The enemy had locked me into grief I never had the time to process. That grief distorted my perception.

And here’s the hard truth:

If my perspective is shaped by trauma, I won’t see what’s real.

The enemy’s greatest tactic is to convince us that our trauma is more real than God’s truth.

We beg God to move from an orphaned place—trying to get Him to bless efforts rooted in fear instead of love. But this isn’t about striving anymore. We’re not orphans banging on the door hoping for bread.

Jesus is not engaging us in the old realm.

He’s delivering us from the hell of self—from the broken perceptions and unhealed wounds that have polluted the soil of our hearts.

He’s removing every stone, every trauma-rooted belief, every lie. And when the truth breaks in? It sets you free.

Revelation Over Religion

We are in a threshold moment. The old age is fading. A new one is emerging.

One era was built on hierarchy, titles, and systems. The other is built on union with Christ. Manifest sons and daughters who walk in revelation, not religion.

It’s disorienting because it's new. But it’s real.

And in this new era:

• You don’t ask God to move. You move with Him.

• You don’t seek permission. You walk in co-creation.

• You don’t speak from logic. You speak from heaven.

When you do, your words carry weight. They don’t fall to the ground. And when you prophesy—things happen.

Jane’s been walking in this. She’ll speak over someone, and boom—the thing unlocks. That’s what happens when captivity breaks. That’s what happens when the old man dies and the new creation finally breathes.

From the Bottom Shelf to the Top

One time, the Lord showed me my book in the library of heaven. It was on the bottom shelf. I was discouraged.

He said, “The ones on the bottom are going first.”

Get ready. Those who’ve been hidden in obscurity are about to be brought center stage. Not for ego. Not for applause. But because they can be trusted. Because they don’t need it.

“The last shall be first.” (Matthew 20:16)

The reluctant leaders. The broken ones. The overlooked. They’re the ones rising now.

Father and Mother Mantles Rising

You may not have birthed spiritual children—but if you carry that mantle, you bless everything around you. You’re not threatened. You’re not competing. You’re calling forth gold.

The old leaders who needed to control are being replaced by healed fathers and mothers who release others to soar higher than they ever could.

That’s how the Kingdom works.

It’s Already Done

You don’t have to strive to enter this. The breaking has already happened.

You don’t see until you see.

But now, you’re about to see. A whole new realm. A whole new world. A new palette of colors. A new grid.

You’re not getting a better version of your old life. You’re getting a new one entirely.

Let Jesus finish what only He can do. He’s already uncocooned you. The shell is gone. The chains are broken.

And now, the captives of Zion return—laughing, free, drunk on joy. Giddy with the goodness of God. Because the prison you lived in is now behind you.

Walk Into It

So now what?

Do the thing He’s on. Use the key that has many keys attached. Trust the strange instructions. They don’t need to make sense—just obedience.

And as you do?

You’ll walk in more in a year than you have in thirty.

You’ll see doors fly open that logic never could explain.

You’ll live—not from effort—but from union.

And your words? Your work? Your life?

They’ll carry the weight of heaven.