Scroll 67: The Songs of the Silenced - When the Performers Can No Longer Pretend

“And the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters, will be heard in you no more.”
- Revelation 18:22

The End of Religious Spectacle

The collapse of Babylon is not only economic or political, but spiritual. And the first sound that vanishes is the song. Not the true song of the Spirit, but the performance-driven harmonies of a system built on entertainment and emotion. The musicians and minstrels of empire, those who sang to stir crowds but never carried the scroll, are silenced. Their stages are empty. Their microphones echo with nothing but dust. When the harlot falls, so do her performers.

The "music" in this verse represents not just literal songs but the entire apparatus of spiritual spectacle. The lights. The fog machines. The emotive crescendos. The emotionalism mistaken for anointing. The platforms built to glorify man while claiming to represent God. This is the theatre of religion, where applause was mistaken for agreement from heaven. But heaven never clapped. And now, heaven has intervened.

The performers can no longer pretend. The curtain has been pulled back. The crowds are waking up. The elect are hearing a different melody, not of flesh, but of flame. A sound not performed, but unveiled. And once this true sound is heard, Babylon’s noise becomes unbearable. Her performers are exposed as actors, and her platforms as empty stages of mimicry.

No Craft Will Be Found in You Anymore

“And no craftsman of any craft will be found in you anymore…” (Rev 18:22). The false ministry machine was built on charisma, not crucifixion. On gifting, not governance by the Lamb. On technique, not throne. Babylon is filled with crafters, those who know how to stir, sway, and seduce with spiritual skills but have never been undone by the Flame.

These craftsmen built ministries like businesses. They polished sermons like speeches. They sold worship albums like idols. They used the gifts of the Spirit without submitting to the character of the Lamb. But now, the Spirit of the Lord is silencing every false craft. What once moved crowds now moves nothing. What once attracted many now repels the remnant.

In this judgment, there is mercy. The silence is not just an end, it is an invitation. Those who once performed can now return to stillness. Those who built their ministry on method can be stripped for mercy. And those who were caught in the spell of spectacle can awaken to the sound of the scroll, the voice of the Lamb calling them home.

The Lamp of the Bride Will Burn Alone

“The light of a lamp will never shine in you again…” (Rev 18:23). The false light of Babylon has gone out. But in its place, a singular flame remains, the lamp of the Bride. Babylon was always a counterfeit city with counterfeit light. Her revelation was imitation. Her illumination was from sorcery. Her glow came not from the Lamb, but from the mixture of truth and manipulation.

The elect do not need performance. They burn with union. Their lamp is not borrowed from Babylon’s systems, but ignited from within. Their radiance does not rely on crowd approval, digital metrics, or religious acclaim. It is the inner lamp of the Bride, trimmed and burning with the oil of intimacy. In contrast, Babylon's fire was artificial, fire without flame, light without weight.

Now that Babylon's lamp is extinguished, only one light remains: the Light that sees, the Flame that knows your name. It is the illumination of the Lamb, shining from within a consecrated company. This light does not entertain. It reveals. It does not seduce. It awakens. And in this light, all pretense is burned away.

The Merchants Mourn Because the Show Is Over

“The merchants of the earth weep and mourn over her…” (Rev 18:11). The mourning of the merchants is not over righteousness, but over revenue. Babylon’s religious industry was profitable. Conferences. Worship nights. Revival events. Leadership seminars. All monetized, all branded, all systematized. But now, the platform has collapsed. The lights have gone out. The show is over.

This is a divine dismantling. The stage has become an altar. The microphone, a mirror. No longer can the performers pretend to be prophets, or the sellers masquerade as shepherds. The whole religious economy built on illusion is being shaken until nothing but the flame remains. And those who mourn its fall reveal their allegiance. They did not love the Lamb, they loved the income of His name.

This is not to say true gatherings will not exist. They will, but they will burn, not entertain. They will witness, not perform. The elect are not anti-song, anti-meeting, or anti-expression. But they will no longer be seduced by sounds that have no scroll. They will only gather around the Flame.

True Sound Arises from Silence

From this silence, a sound emerges. Not a performance, but a cry. Not a chorus of actors, but a groan of sons. The sound is not polished, but pure. It is the scroll read aloud by a people who have no more masks. They are not seeking applause. They are not entertaining crowds. They are releasing sound that unveils heaven.

This new sound cannot be crafted. It is not taught in seminaries or studios. It is born in caves, in death seasons, in hidden consecration. It is the song of those who were silenced by systems, but kept the flame. It is the melody of those who once performed but now burn. It is not for the crowd. It is for the throne.

And heaven is listening.

Final Charge to the Elect.

Let every false stage collapse within you. Let the performance die. Refuse to pretend. Refuse to sing what you do not carry. The scroll in your bones is not entertainment, it is fire. Let the show end and the silence begin. For in that silence, the Lamb will speak. And when He speaks, the song that returns will shake every mountain and raise the temple not built by hands.

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