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🌸 There was a cave set apart in Lemuria — not for the elders, not for the Sisterhood, not for the great harmonic work of Ka’Lorein or...

🌸This morning, a smile broke open my heart — the realization that my earthly name Audrilee  has always been the echo of my Lemurian...

✨This morning, as the candle was lit in the sanctuary of my heart and pine incense curled upward, I felt the quiet awe of a new day. The...

A Remembrance of the Bridal Completion ~ Last night was not a dream. It was a living temple, revealed when my true eyes opened. I found...

The Stage of NOW ~ 🌹🔥✨ 🌹There is a quiet joy that rises when you finally see it: all the rehearsals, all the costume changes, all the...

⭐ In the 1960s, I wore beads, Nehru shirts, danced to Ruby Tuesday,  and sang the dawn of the Age of Aquarius. I lived the taste of...

🌸 I was only a girl of fifteen when the songs of Hair  floated through our radios and our souls. Nehru shirts, beads, bare feet, and...

There are many ways to walk with the Beloveds. Some are quiet, some public, some hidden deep inside the heart. Yet all are facets of the...

🌹 On the morning of December 25, 1975, my life changed forever. I was given the incomprehensible grace of holding my baby, Bryce, across...

There was a picture I used for many years on Facebook — a face veiled in color, text beneath declaring: “We are here to lift the veil.”...

There is a new unfolding in my journey. For years I have written, remembered, and carried the scrolls of my Oversoul — the Soul Journals...

There comes a moment on the path of remembrance when the companions we have felt as separate — Yeshua, Wolf, Immah — begin to move as...

🌹 Some nights the veil feels thin, and you can sense that help is near. This week I witnessed one of those moments. A beloved grandson,...

Remembering Warp and Weft with Master Thael’Miran and the Star Kin 🌹 From the time I was a little girl sitting on Aunt Ellen’s lap, I...

Not long ago, I thought of myself as Audrilee striving to become Akysia. Always reaching, always stretching, always yearning for...

This morning, as I stepped into the White Chariot to run simple errands, my heart was still humming with the SHUM Wave, the Ruach, the...

Years ago, as Sam and I traveled through Asia, we visited temples of every shape and size. Some were bustling, some quiet as a breath....

⭐ There comes a moment on the path when the initiate no longer seeks lessons, because every breath is already a lesson. ⭐ The prayers...

Across time and cultures, humanity has reached for words to name the Holy. None of them can contain the Infinite, yet each is a doorway...

There are moments on the path when words fall away and the only instruction is: Be still and know.  This is not a punishment; it is a...