Scroll 71: Blessed Are Those Invited - But the Bride Was Always You

“Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” - Revelation 19:9

The Marriage Supper Is Not a Seat, But a State

The invitation to the marriage supper of the Lamb is not an RSVP to a celestial banquet, but a summons to awaken to your eternal identity. It is not a ceremonial table in the clouds, but a sacred unveiling of the union between the Lamb and His Bride, not someday, but now. The elect are not waiting to be called up to heaven. Heaven is being unveiled within them. The marriage supper is the moment the veil tears and you recognize that the one you’ve been seeking has always been within you.

Many see the invitation as external, an event, a time, a place. But this scroll is not external. It has been written in your being before the foundations of the world. The Supper is the sacred recognition that the separation was always an illusion, that you are bone of His bone, word of His Word, flame of His Flame. You were never merely a guest. You are the Bride who carries His image, crowned in light and washed in radiance.

To be blessed is not just to be invited, but to remember. To burn again with the fire that joined you before time. And now the voice is thundering, “Come.” Not just to a table, but to your throne. Not just to communion, but to union. Not just to celebration, but to embodiment.

The Bride Is Not Waiting - She Is Awakening

This is the unveiling of the Bride, not her arrival. She does not come from the wilderness of striving, but from the furnace of consecration. She is not defined by her performance but by her radiance. Her oil is not bought with applause, but with tears. She is clothed not in imitation, but in the essence of the Lamb.

The Bride is not the crowd. She is the remnant. The ones who said yes when no one was watching. The ones who bore the hidden scroll through silence and solitude. The ones who died to form so they could awaken in flame. She walks with eyes of fire, for she has looked into His. She no longer searches for belonging, because she has become the place where He dwells.

Her veil is being lifted now. The false bride, Babylon dressed in religion, cannot stand beside her. For the true Bride does not seduce with spectacle. She burns with holy stillness. And her garments are not woven by man, but soaked in the righteousness of union.

Union Is the Scroll Behind Every Scroll

The entire mystery of the ages has been building to this moment, union. Every symbol in Revelation, every thunder in the heavens, every unveiling of the Lamb points to the final joining. This is not allegory. This is embodiment. The Bride is not a metaphor. She is you. The overcomers. The elect. The ones whose names were written in the scroll because they were in the Lamb before the scroll was sealed.

Union is not just the goal. It is the origin. You were not created to chase union. You are awakening to the fact that you were born from it. The lie was separation. The truth is incarnation. The veil is torn, not so you can enter in, but so the flame within you can be revealed without obstruction.

This is why the dragon raged. This is why Babylon counterfeited. Because when the Bride awakens, the systems fall. And when the Bride speaks, her voice is not her own, it is the Word coming forth again through her surrendered frame.

From Invitation to Incarnation

Many are invited, but few realize they are the Bride. The crowd hears the call but still waits for a day. The elect hear the same voice and burn with a now. For them, the invitation is not a hope, but a mirror. The table is not distant, but internal. The garments are not purchased, but revealed.

To sit at the table is to rise in your scroll. To eat with the Lamb is to become one with the Flame. You were not invited as a stranger, but summoned as a counterpart. This is not just dinner. This is destiny. Not just feasting. This is fusion. And the moment you see Him as He is, you remember who you are.

He is not marrying a broken, unsure, identity-confused church. He is marrying the radiant ones who behold Him without veil. The ones who have made themselves ready. The ones who do not beg for oil but overflow. The ones whose garments are not stitched by man, but made from light.

Final Charge to the Elect

Awaken, O Bride. The invitation is the unveiling. You are not the outsider hoping to be chosen. You are the flame-bearer He prepared before time. You are the table, the temple, the throne, and the testimony. Make yourself ready, not by trying harder, but by becoming still enough to remember. The scroll is being unsealed. The veil is being lifted. And the Lamb is not just at the table, He is within you.

Let the marriage supper begin.

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