Scroll 96: Leaves for the Healing of Nations: Sons as Trees of Life

Revelation 22:2
“…on either side of the river, was there the tree of life… and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”

You Are the Tree, Rooted in Flame

The tree of life is not just in Eden, and not merely in heaven. It is planted in the center of your being. The Lamb did not die to give you access to a future tree, but to awaken you as one. The sons of God are not waiting to eat from a branch, they are becoming branches through which life flows. You are rooted in the river, grounded in God, and your very being is healing to the nations.

This is not metaphor. It is blueprint. The elect are planted by the river of divine essence. Not moving with seasons, but anchored in eternity. Not bearing fruit once a year, but continually. The twelve fruits are twelve dimensions of divine character, ripened in sons who carry the scroll of the Lamb. You do not merely bear fruit, you are fruit, to those who are starving.

Healing flows not through performance but through presence. A healed son heals nations by being. You are not the medicine. You are the manifestation of wholeness.

The Leaves Are Revelation, Not Religion

Leaves represent what covers, what protects, and what breathes life. In this city, the leaves are not creeds or traditions. They are revelations. Carried not in books, but in living scrolls. You. Sons who carry truth embodied, not recited. The healing of the nations will not come through institutional doctrine, but through unveiled sons who live what the scroll contains.

Religion cuts leaves to decorate temples. Revelation lets leaves grow from union. These leaves do not wilt. They shimmer with divine fragrance. They do not shame the sick, they cover them. They do not point fingers, they stretch outward. They are open hands of mercy. They are the radiant language of restoration.

Every revelation formed in secret, every scar turned into gold, every wound transfigured into wisdom, becomes a leaf for the nations. Not to debate, but to heal.

Fruit That Nourishes, Roots That Cannot Be Uprooted

The tree of life bears fruit continually, not seasonally. It is not influenced by culture, economy, or war. It is fed by the river of God. And that river is within you. Your nourishment is not external. You are sustained by what flows from the throne. That’s why you don’t wither in drought. You burn in wilderness. The roots go deeper when the earth shakes.

This is the mystery of the elect, sons whose inner river sustains external assignment. You are rooted in stillness, not striving. In I AM, not ego. In union, not performance. You will not be shaken by famine or fear, because your source is not in the world’s soil.

To become a tree of life is to stop chasing results and become reality. When your roots are in flame, your fruit cannot lie. The nations will taste what you have endured, and they will be healed.

Nations Will Not Be Healed by Law, but by Life

The healing of the nations will not come by government, war, or legislation. It will come by life. Not better rules, but better roots. The nations will be healed by sons who have died to self and risen as trees. Sons who no longer perform, but embody. Sons who carry the garden within them and release Eden in their steps.

This is why creation groans, not for policy, but for personhood. Not for better sermons, but for living scrolls. Your life, rooted in love, can dismantle generational trauma. Your healing, made visible, can become a canopy for a wandering people. You don’t have to fix the nations. You just have to grow.

Healing is not forced. It is offered. The leaves extend, and the weary come.

Final Charge to the Elect

Elect one, you are not a branch on someone else’s tree. You are rooted in the river of I AM. Let your scars become leaves. Let your revelation become rest. Let the nations eat from the fruit of your obedience, and let your shadow be a sanctuary. Do not shrink. Grow. Do not debate. Heal. You are not sent to fix Babylon, but to become Zion in plain sight. The leaves are already forming. The river is already flowing. You are the tree. Let them come.

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