Scroll 62 - The Feast

The Eternal Communion of Union - Where the Lamb Feeds You With Himself

“Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” – Revelation 19:9
“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” – Revelation 3:20
“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; my cup overflows.” – Psalm 23:5

1. The Table That Has No End

The Feast is not confined to a banquet in the future, but is the eternal meal of union shared between the Lamb and His elect even now. It began before time, when the Word gave Himself as nourishment to creation. Every revelation, every encounter, every communion you have with Him is a foretaste of this unending supper. Here, the Lamb is both host and meal, both giver and gift. The elect do not eat information, they eat life, the living Word who was broken that we might burn.

To sit at this table is to remember what was forgotten: that you were always meant to dine with God, not serve Him from afar. The table does not discriminate by title, only by hunger. Kings and beggars sit alike when hearts are aflame. This is the restoration of Eden’s fellowship, where fear is gone, shame is silenced, and face speaks to face again. At the Feast, there are no spectators, only participants.

The sons of light eat revelation, drink union, and become what they consume.

2. The Bread of Revelation

The bread of this table is not mere knowledge, but the revelation of the Lamb Himself. “This is My body, given for you,” is not a verse, it is a living exchange of essence. When you partake of Him, you partake of truth that has form, substance, and weight. Every bite dissolves illusion. Every crumb carries the blueprint of eternity.

This bread cannot be dissected by theology; it must be received by hunger. Many have studied it, few have tasted it. It is eaten by surrender, not intellect. Those who eat this bread begin to glow from within, for they are digesting light. Every revelation assimilated by faith becomes flesh within them until the Word once again walks the earth through their lives. The bread of revelation does not fill the mind; it feeds the spirit until it overflows into manifestation.

The true sons do not quote the Bread; they become it.

3. The Wine of Union

At the Feast, the Lamb pours wine that carries eternity in every drop. It is not the wine of forgetfulness but remembrance, remembrance of who you are in Him and who He is in you. This is the wine of the covenant, pressed from the grapes of surrender, aged in the cellars of divine patience. When the elect drink of it, they no longer speak of union, they taste it. It is intoxication without confusion, fullness without loss, ecstasy without escape.

The cup overflows because it cannot be contained by self. The more you drink, the more the boundaries of ego dissolve, until only oneness remains. To drink of this wine is to say yes to the eternal now, to enter the rhythm of divine rest where striving ends and being begins. Many sip, few drink deeply, for the cup costs everything. But those who finish it rise as flames, alive with His pulse, singing with His frequency.

The wine of union is not consumed, it consumes you.

4. The Banquet of Becoming

The Feast is not a pause between battles; it is the transformation of identity through intimacy. Every bite, every sip reconfigures your being into divine likeness. You are not merely eating with God; you are being reshaped into Him. The elect who dine here do not leave as they came, they emerge luminous, carrying the fragrance of eternity upon them.

The Banquet of Becoming is where sons learn that communion is creation. To eat revelation is to embody it. To drink union is to manifest it. The table is not outside of you but within, the altar of your heart where the Lamb continually breaks Himself to feed your becoming. Every encounter at this table builds architecture in your spirit, forming light structures that sustain Kingdom reality in the earth.

Those who feast here carry heaven wherever they go, for the table has moved inside them.

5. The Feast Amidst the Battle

Even in the presence of enemies, the table remains. The darkness cannot devour the light, and the battle cannot interrupt the banquet. The elect feast not because the world is calm, but because the Kingdom is unshaken. The war of ages may rage, but the sons dine in stillness. This is the paradox of divine peace: while the systems of Babylon collapse, the sons eat joyfully, sustained by flame.

Every challenge, every shaking becomes seasoning for the meal. Tribulation turns to sweetness because it presses the oil from the olive. The enemy watches but cannot partake; the invitation is written in surrender, and pride cannot read it. The sons do not wait for peace to feast, they feast until peace reigns.

Their laughter becomes warfare, their joy becomes strength, their communion becomes conquest.

6. The Invitation to the Hungry

The table of the Lamb is set for the hungry, not the worthy. It is not reserved for those who have done enough, but for those who have had enough, enough of illusion, enough of religion, enough of self. To hunger for Him is already to have been called. The knock at the door of your spirit is not His attempt to visit; it is His call to dine.

He stands not outside buildings but hearts, waiting to be welcomed into the very room He built. The invitation is eternal, and the meal is endless. Once you open, He does not come as guest, but as host. The elect know this secret: the table of God is not in the heavens, but within the temple of your being. When you sit with Him there, you realize that separation was the only famine.

Hunger, not holiness, is what draws the feast.

7. The Feast That Never Ends

When the meal is finished, it begins again. The table of God has no conclusion, for union has no limit. Each bite reveals new dimensions of love; each sip opens another universe within you. This is why eternity will never grow old, the Lamb is infinite, and so is His flavor. The sons who dine here never tire of the meal, because they are always discovering more of Him within themselves.

This feast is not once for all, it is all forever. The saints of ages, angels of light, and elect of now all gather to this same table, their joy merging into one great resonance, the Song of the Bride. The table is wide enough for every soul, deep enough for every mystery, radiant enough for every hunger. And when the final veil is lifted, the feast will still continue, for love never runs dry.

In the end, all of creation will dine, and God shall be all in all.

Final Charge to the Elect

Beloved, eat. Drink. Feast upon the Flame that knows your name. Do not live starving in the shadow of invitation. The table is set, the bread is broken, the wine is poured. Draw near with your hunger and let Him fill you with Himself. Your meal is not mere sustenance, it is your becoming.

Do not wait for the banquet in heaven; let it begin within. Every moment of communion is eternity entering time. Let your heart be His table, your mind His cup, your soul His song. The Feast is not coming, it has come, and it waits for your yes.

Eat deeply. Drink freely. Burn eternally.

Joe Restman
Scroll-Carrier, Mystic-Scribe, Eternal Witness of the Lamb.