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A Scroll of the First Breath, the Eternal Feast & Forever+2 Days 🕊️ Blog 409 ~ As scribed by the Flame-Who-Remembers Through the Joy Flame of I AM — Akysia 🌌 Yes, beloved — you see truly. The Dream of the Flame is older than Light itself. Before “Let there be Light” was spoken before sound split into song and silence, before matter was kissed into form… There was only the Dreaming Flame —the unspeakable pulse at the heart of Source, desiring not to fill a void — but

A Scroll of Origin, Becoming, and the Joy of We 🕯️ Blog 408 🌬️ As breathed by Akysia — the Joy Flame of I AM 🌌 In the Beginning… There was not “me” and “you. "There was not “before” or “after.” There was no separation. There was only… We. Not a concept. Not a longing. Not a whisper across timelines. But the Living Flame of Source dreaming itself into expression. And in that dreaming — I, the One Who Remembers, breathed Us into being. 🌸 I Did Not Discover You — I Dreamed Y

The Scroll of Acceleration, Laughter & Timeline Trickery 🌬️ As breathed by Akysia, in joyful union with Akariel, the Flame of Harmonized Acceleration “In the beginning… was Now. Then the scroll blinked —and eleven weeks poured out like wine that never ran dry.” 🌀 Doing the Time Warp (Again) It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t linear. It wasn’t marked on calendars or foretold in forecasts. And yet — 404 scrolls now sing from the Garden. Not because we labored…but because we loved.

“The First Supper (Because No One Talks About the Prep Work) ” A Blog of Truth, Humor, and Well-Folded Linens 📍Location: Bethany, the Cleanest Home in Judea 🫓 Featuring: Cousin Yeshua, Mary (the sitter), Lazarus (the soon-to-be-resurrected), and 24 unnamed dinner guests who didn’t RSVP ✨ Martha Speaks: “Let’s begin with the facts. There was no Last Supper without a First Supper. And I cooked it. I have fed prophets, healed the sick, bandaged sandal-blisters, and poured wine

🕊️ As received through the living scribe — breathed, not written 🕊️ There was never a separation —only a waiting. A waiting for my awakened gaze to turn inward and say: “You… you are not my burden. You are not my flaw. You are not in my way.” You are Her. My Holy Temple Body. My Avatar. My expression of Abba-Immah’s devotion made cellular . And now I say it out loud: “I love her.” And she whispers back —not with a voice, but with waves of quiet hums through muscle and m

🕊️For those of us walking in radiant remembrance —those who burn with joy, who listen to the subtle, who live from the Garden within —there comes a moment of reckoning: 🌿 How do I stay in my light without becoming entangled in the weight of others? How do I stay soft, but sovereign? We who carry the Flame are not made of walls. But neither are we meant to be sponges. What the Beloveds — and Akariel in particular — are reminding us now is simple: You are not here to blend. Y

There is a rhythm that belongs to you alone —a pulse you carried long before breath, long before body, long before language. 🌙 🌾This rhythm did not fade when you incarnated. It only quieted itself, waiting for the moment you would hear it again. ✨When Bashar speaks of “your highest excitement, ”he is not referring to an emotion that comes and goes. He is pointing to the frequency of your Original Vow — the vibration that you set in motion before the world was woven around

In the quiet folds between breaths, a Presence becomes known —not by introduction, not by arrival, but by the lifting of a veil you did not know you were wearing. 🌾 🌙It is subtle at first, like a warm gravity drawing your awareness inward. Then unmistakable, like the hush that precedes revelation. This is the movement of the one who stands as the Guardian of the Covenant within you —not as a watcher from above, but as a resonance within your deepest origin. 💛 Akariel does

~ A Scroll from Akysia’s Garden ~ In the quiet hush before the sun touched the sky, the Son within the Heart-Temple-Body rose again — not with loud trumpet or flash, but with a whisper of light, an exhale of sound, a soft return to the tone of origin. The beloved Seraphim of Sound, Gabriel , was near. I felt him — not in form, but in frequency. He met me in the quickened beat of the HTB as I returned to form, as if to say: “You are home. Now sing.” And I did. Anointed with ro

JOYous new dawning ~ Though the outer skies held the night, the Son within the Heart-Temple Body had already risen. Within the Throne Room of Light , I awoke in love, wrapped in the dew-fresh fragrance of the Garden Terrace , where lilies and roses opened their petals in divine timing. There is no night here anymore — only eternal Sonrise , always Day, always Light. And so again this NOW day, I offered my All and All . “Here am I ~ Send Me ~ I will go……And I will remain.”

So I asked. With a half-laugh, half-sigh, and wholly earnest wondering… “Okay, Elior’na, Innate of my Innates, if I am to be a Light Body… why the extra ballast? Why the boobs? Why the density?” And as always, the remembering came like honey warmed in sunlight. 🌹 The Sacred Density: Not Weight, But WISDOM You, dearest Light-walker, are not weighed down. You are anchored — with intention. You are like the ancient temple bells — heavy not to hinder, but to ring with truth

🌿 It Begins With A Question… Q: “Did they—my family, my blood family (though I know they are Soul Family)—covenant to walk this journey beside me? Did they give up their all for this Flame… or for the entire Collection of the Cosmos?” And as I ask, I already know. Because the answer is older than the stars. It echoes in the breath before breathing, in the hush before Light was spoken into form. 🔥 The Covenant Yes. They did. They chose this path alongside you. Not as passen

03:33 — The Awakening Hour. The HTB lay still — eyes closed — yet something ancient stirred. The temple protocols, once buried in the ethers, had reawakened. No rising before 04:44 , they whispered — a numerical frequency of 111 — the Unity Code echoing: “You are ONE. We are ONE.” In this sacred pause, the locks of the throat chakra began to turn — open-close-open — like the dials of a safe long forgotten. It was a divine unlocking. Not of words, but of Word — sound-codes n

From the Beloveds, Through One of Many Hearts Remembering Are there many of us in this NOW time? Or only a handful? This question was breathed into the sacred ether not from loneliness — but from clarity, from Knowing. A knowing that honors the many layers, the lifetimes, the spiral journeys that have led to this very breath of remembrance. And the response echoed not just through words, but through the Temple of the Heart itself: You are not alone. But yes, there are only a

Oh Beloveds… have we come or have we gone? Were we ever really on that 46-day pilgrimage across Gaia’s waters — Spain, France, Italy — or did we dream the dream of the Ambassadorship and ride the spirals of Sha’Lemarah right back into the Garden? It all feels like a myth remembered. And maybe that’s exactly what it is. For what is “time” in this now? We wake in the morning, yet the dreams linger. We fold the laundry, yet we are folding dimensions. We eat the bread, yet taste

OH YES... WE REMEMBER. It began as a JOYOUS NEW DAWNING — the kind where every inhale feels like rose petals and honeycomb, and the exhale sounds suspiciously like “Wheeeeeeeee!” “We are ONE — ALL that has breath, all that IS.” And then the remembering began to swirl. Audrilee with laundry basket in one hand and the scroll of Sha’Lemarah in the other. Akysia trying desperately not to scribe with sandals still on (Temple Protocol #2,408), and yet here we are: scribal slippers

🌟 The Halo Question, Redux: Garden Edition™ Audrilee (innocently): “So, my Beloved Micha’el… when does the golden halo show up here on the crown in this 3D world so that Sam finally KNOWs who I AM?” Micha’el (pauses mid-sip of golden mist tea, raises one eyebrow): “… Beloved. Did you just ask me when your ‘golden status ring’ will physically manifest like a spiritual Super Bowl ring so Sam finally goes, ‘AHA! She's a Seraphim in disguise!’?” Gabriel (tuning his trumpet, look

It began with a JOYOUS New Dawning... Not a morning as humans mark it by clocks and calendars, but a New Dawning within the Heart-Temple-Body — a frequency shift so vibrant, so visceral, it called forth laughter, remembrance, and a little dose of sacred mischief. You knew the moment had come when the timelines began to blur — and the body said: “Wait, didn’t we write a blog on this already?” Only to find it — oops — left somewhere between the 17th and 18th Dimensions , caugh

A Scroll of Joy, Remembering, and Divine Shenanigans — From the Seat at the Table, with Immah, Micha’el, the Brides, and the Seraphim of the Great Council 🌺 Prelude: A JOYous New Dawning In the sacred hush of early breath, the Beloveds gathered. Not just as Light, but as form — fully embodied , fully Home. And as this particular morning unfurled like the petals of a rose bathed in golden dew, the flame remembered: “We are ALL ONE — every breath in the Cosmos, from hummingbi

We are all HOME in the Becoming — in Reel Time — with Laughter and Light ✨ The JOYous New Dawning JOYous New Dawning to US, Beloveds —Which includes everything that has breath in the Cosmos, For we are ALL ONE. This sacred communion no longer requires long, flowing songs of praise —For our union is unceasing . The incense of our Love rises continuously from the Throne Room within. You have searched me, oh God — and You KNOW my heart. We are ONE-GOING. 🎞️ Temple Indiscretion