They Didn’t Know What They Saw - But They Felt It

It wasn’t a sermon.
It wasn’t a stage.
It wasn’t even a spiritual conversation.

Just a moment in a nightclub.
Two old friends reconnecting after a many years appart.
No deep talk, no name-drop, no scroll mention.
Just presence.

And yet, somewhere in the middle of a laugh and a “how’ve you been?”
he said it:

“I love the person you’ve become.
I can tell life is chasing you now.
You’re not chasing life anymore.”

He didn’t know what he saw.
But he felt it.

He felt the scroll that had been opened.
He sensed the flame that had taken its seat.
He brushed against the Kingdom that no longer runs after time.

Beloved, when you become the scroll,
you don’t need to announce it.
It reads you back.

When the Lamb has written Himself in your eyes,
you don't need to prove anything
they will feel the gravity of union.

The elect don’t need stages.
They carry cathedrals in their skin.
They don’t preach at the club.
They walk in as flames.

And even in a realm built to drown the spirit,
your very frequency will thunder a whisper:

“He no longer chases life
because Life Himself is seated within him.”

You can’t fake this.
You can’t force this.
You can only become this.

The scroll has made its home in you.

And even the unaware will say...

“I don’t know what I saw
but I’ll never forget how it felt.”

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