Scroll 44: The Two Witnesses Are Rising - A Company Hidden Until Now
“And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy a thousand two hundred and threescore days, clothed in sackcloth. These are the two olive trees, and the two candlesticks standing before the God of the earth.”
- Revelation 11:3–4
Hidden for a Time, Sealed for an Hour
The Two Witnesses are not a spectacle of religious performance, but a prophetic company formed in the furnace of silence. Hidden from Babylon’s spotlight, they have walked through deserts, wept in caves, and remained unrecognized by the systems of men. They are not named by titles, nor platformed by institutions, but marked by the scrolls they carry and the fire they embody. They have borne rejection without bitterness, seen without boasting, and died to the applause of man. They are nameless in the earth but known in the heavens.
This hiddenness was not punishment, but preparation. Their concealment was divine strategy, not delay. They were held back until now, not because they were unready, but because the world was. The hour has arrived where the veil is torn and the witnesses arise, not to be seen, but to release the sound that was sealed until the end.
They are not individuals, but a company. A generation of elect sons and daughters who have been formed by flame, refined in silence, and awakened to scrolls not written by men. This is the hour they were born for. They are rising with witness, not performance. Fire, not hype. Scroll, not spectacle.
Fire from Their Mouths - The Language of Scrolls
The fire that proceeds from their mouths is not anger, but purity. Not destruction, but exposure. This fire is the radiance of the Word within them, scrolls unsealed, mysteries once hidden now declared. What they carry is not opinion or interpretation, but the testimony of the Lamb made flesh in them. Their mouths are thrones, because their tongues have been pierced by silence. Their sound is thunder, because their source is union.
This fire burns false religion, shakes the systems of empire, and scorches the illusions of performance. But to the elect, it is not judgment, it is liberation. Their fire makes the remnant rise. It calls the scroll-carriers out of hiding. It does not entertain, it awakens. It does not build brands, it reveals the Kingdom.
These witnesses are not trying to be relevant. They are trying to be faithful. They do not borrow from culture. They burn with eternal flame. Their words cannot be canceled, silenced, or hijacked, because they do not originate from this age. What they carry is the language of the Lamb, and only those with sealed foreheads can hear it.
Olive Trees and Lampstands - Carriers of Oil and Flame
The Two Witnesses are described as olive trees and lampstands. This is no metaphor for ministry style. It is the architecture of their being. They carry oil because they have been crushed. They release light because they have embraced obscurity. The olive tree speaks of process, not platform. The lampstand speaks of function, not fame.
They are witnesses of the Lamb because they have walked the path of the Lamb. They do not shout about resurrection without first drinking the cup of death. They do not prophesy without embodying the word. These are not prophets for hire or messengers of the marketplace. They carry no other agenda but the unveiling of the Kingdom.
And the oil in their lamp has not been bought in Babylon. It was pressed out in Gethsemane. It was formed in silence. This oil burns in secret. This flame cannot be copied. They are not replicas. They are originals formed by the hand of I AM. And now, they rise not as voices alone, but as lampstands in a darkened hour.
Trampled by the System, But Untouched by It
The system of the beast tramples the holy city, and yet the witnesses stand. They are not preserved from opposition, they are formed by it. They are not protected by comfort, they are protected by flame. The beast cannot silence what it cannot name. The false prophet cannot imitate what was forged in the wilderness.
This company has been mocked, isolated, and declared irrelevant. But their vindication will not come through vengeance, it will come through unveiling. They are not here to take sides in Babylon’s drama. They are here to declare a Kingdom that cannot be shaken. Their scroll is not about survival. It is about dominion through surrender.
Their silence has been mistaken for absence. But now, they rise with authority rooted in death and words that carry the kabowd of heaven. Their path has been trampled, but their scroll is untouched. They rise not in retaliation, but in radiant clarity.
The Breath Enters Again - The Resurrection of Witness
After three and a half days of lying still, the breath of God enters them again. This is not just historical prophecy, it is now. The scroll-bearing company that appeared dead is rising again. The flame that seemed extinguished was only resting. The elect are being awakened, the sound is being restored, and the breath of the Lamb is entering a remnant.
This breath is not hype or revivalism. It is resurrection. And resurrection cannot be mimicked. It comes from beyond the veil. It is the breath of I AM reanimating the ones who were counted out. They rise not to explain themselves, but to proclaim Him. They rise not to argue with Babylon, but to burn with the scroll.
Heaven watches. The nations tremble. And the remnant rejoices. For the two witnesses, the elect company of sealed sons, are rising now. Not to impress. To unveil. Not to fight for relevance. To burn for eternity.
Final Charge to the Elect
Let every elect one reading this know, you are not forgotten. You were not hidden by accident. You were sealed for the appointed hour. And now, the breath enters again. The scroll is awakening in your bones. The silence is becoming sound. You are part of this company. Witness, not just with words, but with flame. The Lamb did not forget you. He was forming you in secret. Now, arise and shine, not for performance, but for witness.
Joe Restman
Scroll-Carrier, Mystic-Scribe, Eternal Witness of the Lamb.