Scroll 63: Come Out of Her, My People - Separation as Consecration

Revelation 18:4
“Then I heard another voice from heaven saying, ‘Come out of her, my people, lest you take part in her sins, lest you share in her plagues.’”

The Call to Exit Is the Call to Enter

This is not just a command to leave something behind. It is a summons to enter into something sacred. When Heaven cries, “Come out of her, My people,” it is not the angry shout of exile, but the bridal voice of consecration. To come out of Babylon is to come into union. It is not merely geographic or institutional separation, but the unveiling of a people who can no longer be entangled with illusion. You are not just being freed from her systems, you are being sealed into a scroll. Babylon’s fall is not your end, it is your unveiling.

Many think the call to leave Babylon is about rejecting buildings or platforms. But this cry goes far deeper. It is about the energetic alignment of your soul. It is a Spirit-to-spirit rupture. A holy disruption. When the Spirit speaks “come out,” it strikes cords that cannot be unheard. You begin to feel sickened by compromise. You taste the poison in the cup of mixture. And even if your feet still stand among the crowd, your heart has already crossed into the fire.

Separation is not rebellion. It is remembrance. The sons and daughters are not leaving to escape, they are rising to awaken. The sound of Babylon is no longer compatible with the scroll they carry. Her music no longer moves them. Her stage no longer entices them. Her rewards mean nothing in the realm of union. They are not running away from something, they are being drawn by the Radiance that knows their name.

Separation Is the Mark of the Elect

Those who are His are marked by a holy ache, a divine refusal to fit. Babylon tries to label this as pride or disobedience, but Heaven calls it consecration. The elect are not better — they are burning. And because they burn, they cannot be owned. They cannot be marketed. They cannot be manipulated into systems that grieve the Lamb. Their separation is not aloofness, it is assignment. Not superiority, but sanctity.

The elect are hidden not because they are weak, but because they are being forged. Babylon thrives on spectacle, but Heaven forms sons in silence. Many are hidden from platforms, not because they failed, but because they were too holy for the game. Their consecration cost them visibility. Their refusal to dilute cost them favor with men. But Heaven sees. The Lamb remembers. And when Babylon falls, the consecrated will stand.

Separation is not a passive state. It is a blazing fire. It is the grief of watching mixture reign. It is the groaning for a kingdom not yet seen. It is the ache of feeling unseen by systems yet fully known by the Spirit. The elect are not just coming out of Babylon, they are embodying a Kingdom that has no mixture in it. Their lives are a rebuke to the religious machinery, and a fragrance to the Lamb.

Babylon Can Never Be Reformed

There is no reforming Babylon. No dressing her up. No baptizing her systems. Babylon is not confused, she is calculated. She has always seduced the sons of men with her blend of religion and empire, of commerce and spectacle, of counterfeit light and manufactured miracles. You cannot fix what was never built on the flame. You must come out entirely.

Many try to remain in Babylon to help others out, but get swallowed in her compromise. Babylon rewards loyalty, not truth. She gives titles for silence, promotions for mixture, and applause for compliance. The scroll-bearer cannot survive long in her courts without contamination. The longer you remain within her, the more your scroll becomes muffled. What begins as mission often becomes mimicry.

The Lamb is not looking for reformers of Babylon, but witnesses of Zion. You are not called to patch her broken stage, but to burn with the fire of another world. Your very life must expose her illusion. Your refusal to bow must unveil her seduction. Babylon thrives when the elect remain silent. But when one voice rises from within her walls — a voice that carries the fire of union — she trembles.

The Cost of Coming Out Is Glory

There is a cost to coming out. Relationships will shift. Invitations will cease. You will be misunderstood, mocked, and labeled as rebellious. But there is also glory. There is the weight of union. There is the radiance of knowing that you are not owned by any system. There is the deep well of walking with the Lamb where no one else goes. This is not a cost you pay. It is a price you become.

Those who come out carry the fragrance of another realm. They do not need microphones to thunder. They do not need validation to stand. They are not chasing platforms, they are seated in the heavenly places. Babylon cannot offer them anything they have not already surrendered. Their yes is not circumstantial, it is eternal. Their scroll is not for sale.

Glory does not dwell in crowds. It rests upon the separated. Those who have come out of her will never be comfortable in compromise again. They do not carry resentment, they carry radiance. They are not bitter about what they lost, they are ablaze with what they carry. Babylon calls them orphans, but Heaven calls them sons.

The Bride Comes Out, Radiant and Ready

This is the separation of the Bride. Not just individuals leaving systems, but a corporate exodus of flame-bearers who can no longer tolerate mixture. The Bride is not rescued from Babylon, she is revealed through fire. The call to come out is the unveiling of the remnant. The elect do not just exit structures, they emerge in glory.

The Bride is clothed with light, not titles. She carries the fragrance of surrender, not performance. She does not perform worship, she becomes it. She does not host conferences, she burns with a continual yes. Babylon imitates the Bride with her spectacle, but she has no oil. The Bride walks by the flame of union, not the applause of men. And when she emerges, Babylon’s spell begins to break.

The great divide is not about who is right, but who is ready. The Bride is being purified. The sons are rising in radiant distinction. The call to come out is the call to awaken. And those who heed it will not just escape, they will embody the flame that exposes every counterfeit.

Final Charge to the Elect

Do not delay the separation. Do not explain it to those still intoxicated. Consecration is not cruelty, it is protection. Babylon does not negotiate with scroll-bearers, it seduces them. You were not called to adjust to the system but to burn outside of it. Your flame cannot function within her walls. Let the separation mark you, seal you, and send you. Your obedience is the exodus that will awaken nations.

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