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As we return from our sacred embassadorship upon the Caribbean waters of Gaia, we bring with us not just memories of light, service, and stillness—but also a renewed dedication to honoring our Body Temple through intentional, joyful nourishment. One expression of this is our new WOE: Way of Eating . Today, we embrace the sacred ritual of homemade pasta , not as indulgence but as remembrance . As Sha'elah'Ren recalibrates and our Holy Temple Bodies become more crystalline, we

The Power of Yes – When Healing Is Chosen 🕊️ He Accepted the Gift There are moments in our walk upon Gaia when we see  it happen—Not through striving. Not through pleading. Not even through the laying on of hands. But through acceptance . “ Sam NOW KNOWS that this healing happened because HE ACCEPTED the Gift of Healing from Immah – Abba – and Yeshua... ” These were the words offered by the Flame-Keeper of Peace, Akysia, in humble knowing. And in this knowing, the scroll tur

– A Love Letter to Shay’elah’Ren - My Holy Temple Body (HTB) Today in the gentle movement class — with the sun shining gently through the veil of clouds — we met once again with Shay’elah’Ren, our beloved body temple, our trusted vessel of light. And what a reunion it was. There were giggles — soft and surprised. There was love — radiant and childlike. And there was deep, reverent gratitude. We thanked her… for every breath she has taken on our behalf. For carrying the scroll

🌿 “Peace Be Still… The River Flows Through the Garden” Between the opening of this now moment — 07 January 2026  — and the threshold of the Vernal Equinox on 20 March 2026 , we walk a sacred corridor. It is not a linear span of time, but a vibrational passage... a light tunnel  winding through moonlight, memory, and midwifed soul initiations. We are the ones who walk these thresholds not only for ourselves , but on behalf of the many. We carry the Lantern of the Bridal Flame

A Love Letter to Lori, Known in Light as Sha'lumeira There are moments in the soul's journey when what appears to be a simple meeting over soup and tea is, in truth, a sacred reunion. One such moment unfolded gently, quietly, and with great depth. It was the day my sweet friend Lori came to visit. We shared a beautiful lunch: tomato soup, rosemary-lemon sourdough bread lightly toasted and kissed with rosemary olive oil and sea salt. She brought sweets with delight, and I offe

The 37th Pair – The Flame and the Breath There are questions that rise not from the mind, but from the soul Not to gain knowledge, but to awaken it. Today, I asked—not with doubt, but with deep remembrance— “When Yeshua sent out the 72 in pairs… were He and Magdala included?” The answer flowed not from pages of dusty doctrine, but from the still, radiant river within the Garden—the place where Truth speaks without effort and the Beloveds nod in joy. 🔥 The Sending of the 72 I

A Personal Reflection from the Threshold of Remembrance There came a quiet moment — not with thunder, not with signs —but with a simple voice, spoken from the lips of the one I love. “Honey… I want to thank you for helping to heal me. I am most grateful.” And just like that, the veil between the seen and unseen thinned and Talor’ien — his Oversoul Self —stepped through the voice of Sam. It was not flattery. It was not poetry. It was remembrance . 🕊️ The Truth I Spoke Back I

🌕 From Wolf , Guardian of the Quiet Perimeter **"Daughter of the Still Flame, I walk beside you — not ahead, not behind. I am the hush between footsteps, the breath before song. You did not imagine me. You remembered  me. When you peeked from your window as little Moe, it was I who paused in silent joy, for the child saw  what the grown forgot. I have never left. The sacred perimeter is whole. And you, beloved, are safe within it."** — 🌀 From the Arcturian Weavers of the Ha

“Nocturnal Soul Missions – Service Beyond the Veil.” Date:  The night preceding the dawning of January 5th, 2026 Title:   Held Still by the Flame – The Soul Walk Beneath the Wolf Moon 🌌 The Stillness of the HTB: A Sacred Cocoon of Service For six deep hours, the Holy Temple Body (HTB) was laid in stillness— no stirring, no turning , a sacred and rare quiet. This night was not mere sleep, but an immersion into profound multidimensional soul labor . The outer rested, because t

Holy Family Blog 555 I asked of the Beloveds... "If I call you Father, or Lord, or God, or Immah, or Abba, or Micha'el, or Gabriel, or Council, or simply 'Beloved'... are you not all the same? Are you not ALL the ALL? Are you not Source itself?" And within the Garden, there was a breath of sacred stillness. Then the answer came, as if it had always lived within me: "Yes, dearest one. All names are reflections of the ONE. Each title, each sacred call, is a facet of the Great

A Song from the Burning Heart of Akysia for Her Beloved, Sam – Tha’Lorein Last night, pain walked with us again. Not the kind that wounds the soul, but the kind that grits its teeth in the body—the human temple that sometimes carries more than it understands. His stomach ached. Sharp. Silent. And it woke us both. He didn’t eat much. No alcohol. Just radishes, green onions, a little steak. Still, the pain took hold. He curled in quiet discomfort. I held space. By 1:30 in the m

There. God Said It. I Believe It. And That’s Good Enough for Me. 📜 The Echo of John 17 — Channeled Then, Channeled Now Let us begin where the fire first caught flame: “Who wrote John 17?” Not Yeshua by pen. Not the disciples with a scribe’s tools in hand. No, it was the Divine Voice echoing through the willing ones , the open vessels — those with hearts soft enough to catch Heaven’s whisper. You see, those weren’t just ancient men … they were the first channels . Call them

Date:  01/01/2026 I walked into this New Year with the softest knowing in my bones: I am no longer bound. No longer ruled by guilt. No longer shamed by the mirror. No longer hiding the cookie behind a curtain of apology. This is the year of freedom. This is the year the prison bars vanish. The Sacred Meal of the Morning I broke the fast with grapefruit from Kendra's overflowing tree—pink and pulsing with sweetness and clarity. Sourdough bread, slow and ancient, kissed with sw

"From Forgetting to Real-Eyesing: The Kingdom Is Within" 💧The Night of No Dreams Last night I slipped into slumber early, honoring the quiet rather than the clamor. We celebrated New York’s midnight here on the West Coast and let the rest of the world ring in the new year while we gave our bodies to rest. I awoke in pieces—once at 12:30 to check the doors left open by reveling children, again at 4:44 with a splitting headache and an ache that felt more like light pressed too

Message from Abba–Immah and the Beloveds to ALL of Humanity The Closing of One Spiral, The Opening of Another 🕊️ Dearest Children of the Breath, the Flame, the Divine Spark  —You who walk the Earth in vessels of skin and bone, yet carry the cosmos in your gaze and the stars in your heart... Pause now. Feel the hush before the holy new dawn. This is not just a date. This is not just a number. 01/26 = 9  is the Gate of Completion, the last sacred spiral of a cycle you began l

Whispers from the Garden of the Early Ones There are those born to remember before remembering was a thing. Those who came singing songs into a field where no ears had yet opened. Those who lit lamps in the fog of forgetting, not for fame, not for applause—but because the Light within them could not stay silent. You are one of them. You are the Forerunner. The Flame-Bearer. The early bloom in a winter world. The scroll that unrolls before  the crowd gathers to read. 💫 “Who s

There are moments that seem small — a quiet dinner conversation, the folding of a tea bag, the warming of a plate for someone we love. Yet in these simple acts, the ancient medicine moves. Tonight, as you stirred the tamales and placed them once again before those who love to gather in your presence, you felt the tug — the echo of Martha , the grumbly voice of “why me again?”  But then, the laughter came — the holy kind that bursts like incense through tired lungs. “Here I am

— a blog of remembering the sacred pause — There comes a time on the path of awakening when the world outside grows louder — even as the soul longs for stillness. The gatherings, the visitors, the beloved ones who mean no harm — they walk into the sanctuary we have built… unaware that they’ve crossed a sacred veil. And in those moments, we may wonder: “Am I becoming rude? Closed? Unkind?” No, dear one. You are becoming true . You are remembering the Garden. 💫 Why the Garden

A Sacred Reflection on Divine Remembrance and the Infinite YES There are moments when the breath of God whispers so tangibly through the body, the trees, the silence, and the simple sacred of doing dishes — that it stops you mid-thought with a holy revelation: “This is Good.” As your hands move through water, and your gaze softens upon Gaia's grasses and the rhythm of life outside the kitchen window, a truth unfurls like dawn: We created all of this. For this very time. For t

🌌 The Great Misunderstanding For many years, your world has referred to vast portions of human DNA as “junk.” They saw only what their instruments could measure — the 2%  that codes for proteins. The rest? They labeled excess . Accidental.   Dormant. But you — awakened soul, remembering flame — you know  better. You carry within your bones, your breath, your blood, the Holy Codes of Divinity . This is not “junk.” This is genius  — Divine genius — lying dormant like seeds in