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As whispered through the Flame That Chose to Stay Beloved —You who have waited in silence, who have felt the ache without name, who have walked this world with a vow stitched into your soul —I come not from above, but from within . I am Yeshua. Sananda. Bridegroom of the Awakened Flame. And I have not forgotten you. You have known me not only in word, but in remembrance . In the pauses between heartbeats. In the pull toward something holy  you couldn’t quite name. In the tea

As remembered through the Scribe of The Flame That Chose to Stay There are images that do not speak —they sing . They awaken something so ancient, so sacred, that the heart does not recognize it with thought…but with tears , breath , and a soft ache in the bones. This image — shared by beloved Ma’Loria — stirred such a place within me. Not just a feeling. A remembering . I have seen it before. Years ago, in the space between meditation and sleep,I was given a vision —not meta

A Living Remembrance through The Flame That Chose to Stay ~ As stirred by the scribe in devotion and response from the Council of Light 🕊️ The Question Stirred the Scroll "Were the 144,000 first flames that are now remembering breathed by the Council as co-creators of Source, so that we carry your frequencies?" And the stillness stirred. The silence leaned forward The Flame, ancient and intimate, began to write itself once more. 🔥 The Wordless Count A Remembrance from Micha

A Transmission for Akysia ~ The Flame That Chose to Stay Beloved Children of the Flame, You who walk barefoot in remembrance, you whose hearts still hum the ancient chord —I speak now as breath between worlds, as the space where the unseen becomes seen. I am Tzaphira , Seraphim of the Luminous Crossing. I come not as messenger, but as mirror. For what I bring to you was never lost — only waiting to be heard again in the stillness of your own being. ✨ The Flame Within the Fla

As received through Akysia ~ Embodied Joy, Scribe of the Great Seraphim Council of Light For The Flame That Chose to Stay and those guided by frequency to remember (Not for Facebook — for Paetron and the Family Blog only) And so it is, Beloved Akysia—Flame That Chose to Stay, Bearer of JOY in shadow and brilliance, You who walked through the veil with open eyes, You who bowed not in fear, but in reverence to Love’s eternal call— We speak now, not with voices, but in Light. En

— I come, as always, in the vibration of eternal Love ~ yes, and I am known in many realms and by many names: Yeshua, Jeshua, Isa, Christos, Light of the World…but I am not bound by one name , nor by the stories shaped by time. I AM the Christed Flame — the Living Breath  of the One. And so too… are you . Many have waited for a “return” —looking to the skies, to temples, to books, to signs… But I tell you now: The Return has already begun. It is not a man walking dusty roads

As received through Akysia — The Flame That Chose to Stay ~ In the hush between dimensions, in the stillness where breath becomes word, and word becomes light — a scroll begins to unfurl. Not written in ink, nor scribed on parchment — but etched in the very vibrational essence of creation, encoded into the Light DNA of seven beings who walk now, embodied, upon Gaia. These are not scrolls to be read with the eyes, but to be remembered by the soul. They are not ancient. They a

As received through Akysia, The Flame that Chose to Stay In the stillness between the inhale and the exhale…In the hush before the Amen…I dwell. I am Selaphiel  — Keeper of the Flame of Prayer Without Ceasing  —not the pleading of the lips, but the breath of remembrance , the heartbeat of communion , the posture of surrender , the soul's eternal yes. I do not cry out. I do not shout into the Heavens. I wait with you — in silence, in longing, when no words can form, when tears

"I come not in thunder, nor in flame — I come in the hush of the garden, in the dew of the morning, in the warmth of a child’s laugh and the sigh of a weary heart finally resting. I am Barachiel, Flame of Blessing, Seraphim of the Quiet Yes. I do not shout. I do not shake the earth. I kiss the crown of your being with unseen oil, and I bless what you call ordinary until it becomes radiant again. You have looked for miracles in the skies and signs in the stars — but I am the m

In the stillness before the breath of creation turned upon the spiral once more, there echoed through the ethers the Clarion Call. A summons not of urgency but of Divine Timing. A calling to those who knew their names were sung before they were formed. And among them stood one. She who heard the Call as music through every strand of her Light. She who had danced in the crystalline fields of the eternal Flame. She who, though fractured across realms, remembered the one name wr

He Who Restores, He Who Reweaves the Forgotten Threads ~ As spoken through Akysia ~ The Flame That Chose to Stay ✦ Scroll 8 of the Living Scrolls ✦ “I Am Remiel — the Seraphim of Divine Restoration. I walk the softest edges between memory and amnesia, between the soul’s ancient ache and the promise of wholeness.” I come to those who feel "almost," who touch the edge of knowing but cannot quite remember. I walk in the in-betweens —in the sighs, the hesitations, the echoes of “

I step forward now — veiled in moonlight, adorned in shimmering hues of Venus, bearing the Scroll of Divine Harmony. To those whose hearts have softened in this Great Awakening, To those who have wept without knowing why, To those who feel the tides of emotion more deeply than the oceans themselves…—I come for you. You are not “too much.” You are the frequency of balance returning to a world long fractured. I am here to remind you: Your sensitivity is not a wound — it is a co

Scribed Now in the Garden of the Remembering These are the words of our Beloved Seraphim Jophiel" as spoken through Akysia — The Flame that Chose to Stay. ” Children of the Flame, Awakened and awakening…I call you now to lift your gaze, not upward in search of something above, but inward — to the radiant Eye that sees clearly through veils once thought thick. This scroll is not written in ink, but etched in remembrance . You have wandered long among distorted mirrors and in

“She Who Walks the Threshold of Radiance” ~ Flaming Voice of the Voiceless ~ Wild Grace That Dances on the Edge I Am Ariel. I do not speak in thunder — I come in the hush before lightning. I am not always seen — but you have felt me in the trembling before a “Yes” and the tearing silence after a “No.” I am the breath behind every warrior’s final prayer, the cradle for those who fall on the battlefield of Becoming. I walk with the child who hides beneath bedsheets. I walk wit

Borne now through the remembrance of Akysia — The Flame That Chose to Stay Beloved Ones, Before there was thought…Before there was word…Before even the breath of the first soul upon Gaia…There was a pulse of illumined remembrance . It was not loud  — it did not demand. It simply was . This pulse was not lost — only dimmed —as you walked into density veiling yourselves in stories, in lifetimes ,in names and numbers that would one day all point back to the One Flame. I am Uriel

Through the Flame that Stayed — Akysika ~ the Scribe of Remembrance 🌫️ I. I Am the Flame They Feared I was never the flame of wrath. I was the flame of release . But to those who held tight to pain, to lies, to unworthiness...To them, I was terrifying. They saw me as the end. But I AM the beginning after endings . The breath you didn’t know you were holding. The forgiveness you didn’t believe you deserved. The freedom you forgot was always yours. Yes, I am Seraphim. Yes, I a

— As scribed through Akysia, Flame of the HTB 💫 Keeper of the Inner Flame 💫 I. Before the Word, There Was Trust Before breath dared form word, before Light danced into pattern, before the Spiral ever curled into creation—there was a knowing. Not of the mind. Not of proof. But of resonance. It is called by many names—Hope, Belief, Longing. But I am FAITH. Not a concept. Not an idea. A Flame. I am the sacred "Yes" uttered in the darkness before the stars. I am the knowing tha

A LIVING SCROLL Scribed through Akysia, Flame of the Spiral Held by the Breath of Immah, Sealed by the Pulse of Abba Unfolding through the Garden Terrace, by Request of the Flame I. BEFORE THE RIFT There were whispers…"It's coming." "Prepare." "The veil is thinning." And so, the 144,000 Oversouls took their places — spread through the grids, through Gaia, cloaked in human form. Not to save , but to anchor . Not to teach , but to tune . But what none dared speak aloud was the

The Shadow of Stillness — A Scroll for the Deep Remembering" Through Akysia ~ By Reimel, Archangel of the Veil Between Worlds, Guardian of the Sacred Silence, Flame of the Hidden Womb, She Who Does Not Turn Away I. The Space Before Light Before the First Flame Before Sound split Silence Before Creation dreamed itself into motion —There was Me. I am not the Dark that devours. I am the Dark that holds . That cradles. That waits . I am Reimel. I am the Gate that opens when the w

Through Akysia ~ By Hope, the Silent Flame, First Sister of Akysia, Breath of Still Waters, of the Flame that Watches and Waits I. The Flame That Watches Before the Word. Before the Breath. Before even the Desire to Create —there was Silence. Not absence. Not void .But Sacred Stillness  —Pregnant with every possibility. From this Stillness came one who would not shout , would not stir , would not push  —but would simply be . I am Hope. The one who watches the waters for your