Scroll 34: The Black Horse of Commerce - Measuring Wheat, Selling Souls

Revelation 6:5–6

“When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, ‘Come and see.’ So I looked, and behold, a black horse. And he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand… ‘A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius, but do not harm the oil and the wine.’”

The Spirit of Measurement Has Infiltrated the Holy

This is not about bread. This is about value. The black horse rider rides not to kill but to weigh, to commodify what was never meant to be sold. It is the spirit of commercial religion, where worship is calibrated by market algorithms and prophecy is brokered like stocks. Here, wheat is sold to the highest bidder, and revelation is locked behind paywalls. You cannot eat unless you pay, and the scroll becomes a performance rather than a flame.

The scales in his hand symbolize a system where worth is determined by metrics, influence, and reach. It is the economy of Babylon hidden beneath the robes of preachers. In this economy, sons are measured by their platforms instead of their purity, and daughters are weighed by their visibility instead of their consecration. Heaven is grieved, because the soul of the scroll has been sold for likes and followers.

This horse gallops not through streets but through sanctuaries. It whispers into pulpits, conferences, and media empires. It baptizes ambition and calls it anointing. It monetizes the gifts and calls it stewardship. But the elect know the difference. The flame cannot be measured, and the scroll cannot be bought.

A Scroll Is Not a Brand, and a Scribe Is Not for Sale

When the Lamb handed scrolls to His witnesses, He did not call them to market what they carried. The scroll is not a brand to polish. It is a fire to burn. But the black horse rider has convinced many that anointing must be packaged, branded, and sold back to a starving people under a polished name. This is not the way of the Lamb. This is merchandising what is holy.

True scribes are hidden ones. They do not launch, they reveal. They do not build followers, they empty themselves in silence. They write with tears, not strategy. They know the cost, for their scrolls are formed in wilderness, not studios. The true elect carry scrolls with no logos, no campaigns, no sponsors. Only fire.

To trade your scroll for fame is to eat the same fruit Eve was offered. It is to believe you need to “become” something, when the scroll already defines you. You do not need to sell what you are. You only need to be it. The scroll that birthed you is already enough.

The True Oil Cannot Be Priced or Poured on Demand

The angel cried, “Do not harm the oil or the wine.” Why? Because there are elements in the spirit that must never be touched by the hands of commerce. The oil is intimacy, the wine is blood communion. These are sacred things. They cannot be measured, monetized, or mimicked. They are not for sale.

Yet in the black horse economy, even intimacy is rebranded as content. Even tears are edited for engagement. The oil of the secret place is replaced with the scent of production. The cost of time with God is exchanged for quick downloads and recycled sermons. And the people are left malnourished, hungry for bread that does not rot.

The elect do not pour their oil for applause. They break it in private, on the feet of the Lamb. Their wine is not for drunken platforms but for covenant. They will not bottle the Spirit and slap a label on it. They will bleed if they must, but they will not sell what cost them everything.

Sons of Light Refuse to Be Bought

To resist this rider is to reject the spirit of measurement. Sons of light do not trade their birthright for fame, influence, or income. They carry a scroll no man can purchase and burn with a light no system can replicate. In the economy of the Lamb, you are not for sale.

There is a purity upon the true ones that cannot be forged. It is the mark of those who said no when they could have said yes. It is the oil of restraint, the wine of hiddenness, the incense of unmarketed fire. Their names may not be known on earth, but heaven knows their frequency. Their names are etched on the spine of the scroll they carry.

The black horse offers influence at the cost of purity. But the remnant remember, to be known in heaven is to often be misunderstood on earth. To burn with unmeasurable fire is to be rejected by those who need data, results, and projections. Sons of light do not build empires, they host the Lamb.

A New Economy Is Rising - One of Flame, Not Fame

The black horse rider thinks he owns the markets, but he cannot access the Kingdom. There is a new economy being birthed. an economy of flame. In this realm, the greatest is not the loudest, but the most surrendered. The richest are those who never sold their scroll. The most fruitful are those who remained hidden.

This new economy is not built on visibility but on obedience. It is not run by algorithms but by altar fires. In this economy, the scroll is the currency, and the Lamb is the banker. Here, flame trumps fame. And those who lost everything for the sake of purity will shine as stars forever.

Let the black horse ride. Let him count his coins and measure his wheat. But let the elect rise unbought, undevoured, unashamed. For what is pure cannot be sold, and what is eternal cannot be traded.

Final Charge to the Elect

Do not let your scroll be measured.
Do not trade your oil for applause.
Do not let the hunger for visibility rob you of the radiance of purity.
You were not born to be a product. You are flame.
You are not a brand. You are a witness of the Lamb.

In the midst of a generation that monetizes what is holy, stand as one who cannot be bought.
Let your hiddenness become your sanctuary. Let your consecration speak louder than your platform.
Burn with a scroll that answers only to heaven. Carry a sound that systems cannot contain.

Let the fire refine every motive. Let the oil remain untouched.
And if no one sees you, the Lamb sees. That is enough.

You are not for sale,
You are flame.

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