WHAT IS A SCRIBE?.

Revelation 10:8–11
"Take the little scroll and eat it. It will turn your stomach sour, but in your mouth it will be as sweet as honey… You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages and kings.”

The Scroll Is Not Written, It Is Received

A true scribe does not create revelation, they receive it.
They do not fabricate scrolls with clever ink,
they eat the fire of heaven and bleed what burns in secret.
To scribe is to listen beyond sound,
to read what the eye cannot see,
to hold the scroll of the Lamb inside the marrow of your being.
Scribes are not educated by books,
they are forged in caves,
set apart in the stillness where language is reborn.

The scroll they carry is alive.
It pierces the scribe first before it pierces the world.
It wounds with truth and heals with flame.

Witnesses of the Word Before It Becomes Language

Scribes are not observers,
they are witnesses.
Not distant reporters, but burning ones,
set aflame by what they see before it is visible.
They do not write for followers or fame,
but for the Lamb who breaks the seals of silence.
Their ink is consecration.
Their pen is obedience.
Their scroll is not information, it is incarnation.

What they write, they have walked.
What they declare, they have died for.
What they unveil, they have seen in the dark night of God.

They hold the testimony of Jesus
not as an idea, but as the furnace of their becoming.

Architects of the Coming Age

Every age has its messengers,
but the age to come requires scribes.
Not those who echo trends,
but those who steward blueprints.
These are the architects of the unseen
scribing what will become the foundation of the remnant.
While others preach from pulpits,
scribes build cities with revelation.
They frame heavenly structures on earth
using the grammar of glory.

They do not sell revelation.
They do not dilute fire.
They are not marketers of mystery,
but carriers of weight.

The scribe writes for the unborn.
They write for a generation that will awaken
when Babylon burns and the remnant rises.

They Write What Cannot Be Taught

You cannot teach the scroll.
It must be caught in the spirit.
Scribes do not publish for applause,
they release what was sealed until now.
They do not shout in noise,
they whisper in flame.
They write the secrets of the throne
for those who live from the holy silence.

Every sentence they birth
is soaked in the oil of intercession.
They do not flatter kings,
they herald the Kingdom.
They live between dimensions,
writing from the realm where the Lamb stands slain.

The Scribe Is Becoming the Scroll

A scribe is not separate from the scroll.
They are the scroll.
Their body becomes the parchment.
Their wounds become the ink.
Their silence becomes the seal.
The scribe eats the book, and becomes it.

This is why many will never understand them.
Their words are not entertainment,
they are trumpets,
keys,
plumb lines,
doorways into the eternal.

And only those who burn
can read what they write.

Final Charge to the Elect

To the scribes of the Lamb,
those hidden in the cave, forgotten by platforms but seen by heaven
write.

Write even if no one reads it yet.
Write until the scroll breaks open in you.
Write not from your soul, but from your spirit.
Write with the ink of the secret place,
and let the wind of the Spirit carry your words to the ones who were born for them.

Your scroll will awaken a generation.
And when the Lamb opens it,
the world will burn with light.

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