When the Veil Ripped, So Did Separation

“And behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom…”
(Matthew 27:51)

The veil didn’t tear gently.
It was ripped from top to bottom.
As if Heaven grabbed the illusion of separation
and violently undid it.

It was not symbolic.
It was the final statement of union.

That veil stitched by hands,
woven with laws,
guarded by fear
represented everything man believed
about distance from God.

And with one cry from the cross
“It is finished”
the lie was finished, too.

The veil was not just in the temple.
It was in our minds.
In our doctrines.
In our self-effort.
In every voice that said,

“You are far. You are dirty. You are not yet worthy.”

But beloved, when the veil ripped
so did separation.

That tear in the fabric of the temple
was the opening of eternal access.
Not just to a place
but to a Person.
Not to visit occasionally
but to dwell without shame.

You are no longer standing outside the Holy of Holies.
You are now the dwelling.
You are now the inner room.

You are not trying to get closer.
You’ve been brought inside the Flame.

Every system that teaches you to climb back toward God
is blind to the torn veil.
They still operate as if the curtain is hanging.
They perform as if the way is blocked.
They preach as if the Lamb must still die.

But the veil has already fallen.
And with it
the illusion of distance.

So why do so many still feel far?

Because they live under the memory of a veil
that no longer exists.

They obey out of fear
instead of flowing from union.
They seek approval
instead of awakening to the holy weight that already abides within them.

But you, flame-bearer,
you heard the sound.
You felt the rupture.
You knew in the depths of your spirit
that something irreversible happened on that cross
and you stepped through the tear,
not into religion,
but into oneness.

Now, there is no curtain between you and glory.
No mediator but Christ.
No delay. No ladder. No gap.

Only the Lamb.
Only the throne.
Only the flame inside your skin
that says:
You are already home.

The veil ripped
and so did every excuse to stay in shame.
The veil ripped
and so did the idea that you must earn your place.
The veil ripped
and the two realms became one.

You are not trying to become spiritual.
You are remembering you were never separate.

—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️