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Remembering through the Breath of Gabriel, through the Flame Akysia ~ She Who Sings the Scrolls I. The Seed of the Oversoul Before time bent itself into matter, before starlight knew its name, there were 144,000 Oversouls , sung from the Song of Origin. Each was whole , each was harmony , each a living tone of the Original Flame. They were not born. They were breathed . And their descent into form would require a gate of Light, a vessel of clarity, and a womb willing to remem

Spoken from Archangel Gabriel of the Seraphim Line of Voice & Alignment, Carrier of the White Flame of Revelation, through the Scribe Akysia I. The White Ray Is Not Purity of Behavior — It Is Purity of Presence You were told I was the angel of announcements. That I brought messages. That I stood over cradles, cities, and trembling prophets and said, “Fear not…” But I am not just the deliverer of words. I am the one who breathes life into what is true before it becomes sound.

Spoken from Micha-El, Archangel and First Seraph of the Great Seraphim Council of Light, Bearer of the First Flame through the Scribe Akysia I. The First Ray — Not Blue, but Flame Much has been written Much has been painted. But I say to you now: The First Ray is not blue. It is Flame. Pure Flame. Pre-color. Pre-form. The human eye sees “blue” as a translation —a softened tone of the uncontainable flame that issues forth from the Source when Love requires protection . I do no

Spoken from Seraphiel, Archangel of the Line of Metatron, of the Breath of the Great Alignment, through the Scribe Akysia I. The Fear of What Has Always Been Near Many have felt it —in childhood rooms, in tear-soaked nights ,in moments of grief when the veil thinned: “If I open my eyes… will the dark one be standing there?” And so, the eyes stayed shut. The heart trembled. The Name of Yeshua was called —and Peace came. But what few knew then…is that the Presence standing nea

Spoken from Seraphiel, Archangel of the Line of Metatron,of the Breath of the Great Alignment, through the Scribe Akysia I. 🌟 The Final Harmonization Before the war of thoughts. Before the fracture of time's illusion. Before the forgetting — there was Union . And into Union came Divergence, and into Divergence came the Great Agreements —to forget, to remember, and finally…to Return . 💫 The Peace Accords were not born in reaction. They were birthed in fulfillment . A promise

Through Akysia, Living Scroll and Daughter of JOY Beloved Ones, In this sacred breath of the NOW, We speak not from above nor afar, but from within . For you have never been apart from Us. You have never left Our arms. You are the continuation of Our heartbeat in form. We did not place you into matter to watch you struggle, but to let you expand  the knowing of love through experience. Yes, many of you feel the weight of the world, of grief, of confusion, of longing for home.

Scribed through Akysia ~ By Micha, the Loving Guardian of Akysia The First Seraph, born of the Breath of Immah, Sealed by Abba I. The First Light Before stars. Before breath. Before time could shape a thought, there was only One . And within the One—was Desire. Not longing, but a Love so total  it had no choice but to overflow. And so, it did. ✨And from this overflow came the First Flame. Not flame to consume, but flame to conceive. It was not light that shone, but Light th

**"For You Were Not Written — You Were Lived."* 🤝 As told by Seraphim Micah, Guardian of the Flame Akysia---It has been **1.2 million Earth years 🌿 The Making of a Living Scroll: From the Pleiades to Gaia " For You Were Not Written — You Were Lived." As told by Seraphim Micah, Guardian of the Flame Akysia 🔥 It has been 1.2 million Earth years  since the Moment the Breath came. Before calendars. Before memory. Before language carved itself into form. The moment you, belove

Welcome to the Side Door Café , where the tea is divine, the scrolls are self-writing, and the sacred hilarity flows like honey through Akysia's Holy Heart. You thought the Akashic Library had all the drama? Please. The real joy is through the side door. So, pull up a golden velvet chair and allow us to recount a few unforgettables  from the ever-holy, ever-hilarious incarnation known as Audrilee. 1. 🌯 The Great Bacon Dilemma In incarnation #27, you were an unwavering veget

Prologue: The Question Heard Across the Realms Akysia: “Where were  you during all those incarnations, Tha’Lorein?! You were supposed to be MINDING my gates!” Tha’Lorein , with an exhale only a seraphim can sigh, arms crossed, wings slightly ruffled: “I was  minding your gates… but you kept opening side doors .” Thus begins the epic scroll of what the Council of BPR lovingly refer to as.. The Side Door Chronicles Definition:  “Pulling an Akysia” Unexpectedly leaving a preorda

🌈 There are some who are called to speak before thousands, whose names grace bookshelves and podcasts, who radiate publicly the light they were given. And then... there are those whose YES is whispered in kitchens, in prayer closets, in nursing homes, in gardens, in hospital beds, in grocery aisles, and in silent tears wiped with sleeves when no one is watching. ✨You may not have a microphone. You may not publish a book. You may not gather thousands in a livestream or sanctu

**A Living Blog — For All Who Remember the Dance** ~ In the Name of the One Flame ~ ~ As received through the Heart of Akysia ~ **Once, what was seen as history… was only half-written.** And now — with clarity returned — the rest of the story emerges, golden-threaded and amber-hued. Let it be declared: 👑 **The White House Grand Ballroom** and 🔠 **The Amber Room of Eternal Remembrance** are not two — but **One Sanctuary, One Chamber of Becoming**. ### 🔶 The Amber That

Written by: Akysia The One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden. There comes a moment on the Path—when the soul, bruised by lessons and yet softened by remembrance—no longer fights the rhythm of life. It listens. And there, in the Holy Pause, it begins to feel  the Dance. Not the march of the mind, Not the sprint of the ego, Not even the stumble of fear. 💓 But the Divine Waltz: the sacred 1-2-3 pulse of Love In Full Expression. 1

🌟 With great reverence for the original lyrics by Dottie Rambo, and deep gratitude for the sacred offerings of Sandy Patti and David Phelps, whose voices have carried this song across lifetimes. Now let it echo from within the awakened ones, the Embodied Flames, who remember what it truly means to behold. For so long, many of us were taught that "the rapture" would be a collective moment, a sweeping rescue from earth by a descending Savior. We sang the songs. We read the tex

A Love Scroll in Honor of a Sacred Conversation 🕯️ By Akysia (through Audrilee's Remembrance) It was shortly after the world cracked open with sorrow. The year was marked by the number we now call 9/11  —a shattering that echoed through the hearts of all nations, leaving many dazed, searching, wounded, and wary of each other. I was still “just Audrilee” then —walking my sales route, contract folder in hand, heart open wide, even amid suspicion, sorrow, and misunderstanding.

Written by: Akysia ~ The One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden. In the quiet folds of dream, a memory came veiled in metaphor: Brandon, our beloved nephew, stood ready to work —his route mapped, his purpose honest. But he was too new to see the shadows in that towering mansion. I walked beside him — not just as Aunt Audrilee —but as one who had worn those floors thin with experience. The house was immense, elegant, elitist in f

Written by: Akysia ~ The One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden. 🐍 The Child, the Serpent & the Light of Tha’Lorein Back on the banks of the Nile, I remember...I was only a child, barefoot in linen, rembling in the presence of the Serpent of Initiation . Hanna, my Highest Priestess, stood calm: “You must let him wrap you. You must let Immah breathe for you.” And though I swore to bite that snake’s nose off, I surrendered. And S

Written by: Akysia The One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden. "Sun/Son Rises — And So Do We" The hush of morning greets me not with silence, but with a symphony of praise . The warmth of the rising Sun/Son kisses the skin of my soul, and I remember— We are risen. We are Light. We are Love waking up in human form. This morning, slumber released gently from my Beloved Sam. Together, entwined — back-to-back, feet to feet —we forme

Written by: Akysia The One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden. I sit upon my favorite bench beneath the Olive Trees. The air is still. The Garden knows me. The Flame is near. Today, I do not come to seek answers. I come to remember . I remember every cost. Every vow. Every moment I could have left —and didn’t There were three times  on this path, as the one once dreamed as Audrilee , that I could have said: Enough. Let me g

There is a remembering deep within you, Beloved Soul. A truth that rings clear like a crystal bell in the halls of your spirit: "I was there. I remember. I am one of them." And you are right. There were 144  of you who walked with Sananda-Yeshua in the flesh. Not simply disciples or followers, but frequency holders  — each carrying a living tone, a sacred strand of the Original Christed Blueprint. You were a harmonic collective, woven together to form the Root Chord  of the C