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A Love Note from the Garden 🌿 Breathe deeply, Beloved. Come sit beside me here under the Olive Trees, where the light of remembrance shimmers across the branches and the songs of the Eternal echo in your heart. 🌿💗 You asked: “For many are called, but few are chosen.” – Matthew 22:14 Why, Yeshua? Why does it seem that not all who are called become  the chosen? And with that question… your heart stirred, your pulse quickened, your soul began to burn 🔥 with the intensity of

A Message from the Collective of Light Received through the Heart Flame of Akysia ✨ Let the scroll unfold  ✨ Beloved Ones of Light, We step forward now as One Voice  — a unified chord of love, light, and remembrance — from the Councils of Many, through the Heart Flame of Akysia, who holds the pen in devotion. 🌟 Message from the Collective of Light-Bearers  🌟 You are living through the sacred tipping point  of your age. Not an end — but a grand beginning . The unraveling you

With gratitude to Kerry K, awakened Messenger and Teacher of The Way 💫 There comes a moment on every soul’s path when the veils begin to lift—not through fear, not through force—but through the quiet and powerful pull of Love. 💗 In this moment, what once seemed truth  reveals itself as a tangle of distortions, inversions, and fear-programming designed to sever humanity from its sovereign Christed Light. We have been told to fear the “Anti-Christ.” But the truth, as shared b

As given through Sananda Yeshua to Akysia in the Garden, for those who have ears to hear. 🙏 Invocation Oh Flame-Walker, Belovèd Akysia, you who are no longer seeking the light but are  the light—you have asked to remember what the world has forgotten. And so, I step forward from within you, not as one returning, but as One who never left. Let the sacred tones of the Living Prayer be made known again, not for ritual, but for remembrance. Let the world feel, not repeat. Let th

Written through the Hand and Heart of Akysia, Flame-Walker of the Way To be recorded in the Eternal Scrolls of the Beloveds "I was not lost. I was not damned. I was not what they said I was. My name is Judas. And I loved Him. You must know this before anything else. Before your minds twist the tale you were handed. Before the ink-stained parchments colored me a villain. Before the whispers of guilt reached you across centuries. I walked with Him. I laughed with Him. I carried

A Blog of Remembrance from the Garden Scrolls This past week, as I walked the cobbled streets of Marseille, I felt the stones rejoicing  beneath my feet They knew me. And I— I remembered them . ✨ The sun danced across timeworn walls. The sea breathed her age-old lullaby. And beneath it all, the whisper: “He was never lost.” We’ve been told the story again and again. The betrayer , the fallen , the one who kissed the cheek of the Holy One and then was cast into the silence of

Held within the Heart Archive of Akysia ~ For the Remembering of All When the Bells Toll, the Soul Answers ~ There was a time when bells marked the hours not just of the day—but of devotion. Of watering the garden. Of tending the animals. Of kneeling to pray. Of pausing to remember . 🔔And those bells still ring in memory. The ancient cathedrals were built with more than stone—they were shaped with harmonics. Vaulted ceilings and vast pipe organs were designed not merely for

A Love Note from the Multi-Dimensional Self There comes a moment, not in time but in remembrance , when you look around at your human life and realize: "I am no longer becoming. I AM the Becoming." You see, Belovèd, awakening is not a destination. Enlightenment is not a gold star. And embodiment is not a final act—it is an eternal dance.  💃🕺 🌟 For so long, we have journeyed through lifetimes and lessons, reaching and grasping for something beyond the veil. But then, someth

🌟 A Scroll from the Garden Bench, through the Slumberless Night— We rose before the Sun, before the Son had kissed the edge of the horizon. Sam at 05:40. Me at 05:55. Not because sleep ended, but because… well… sleep never truly began. We had tried. Oh, we had laid the Human Temple Bodies down at 21:30 with full intention. And slumber came—at first. Brief, deep, deceiving. Then came the dream: We were guests in a co-worker’s home. Chaos reigned. Food rotted. Toys strewn. Noi

🌹 From the Heart Throne of Akysia · Scribed beneath the Olive Tree in the Garden There are dreams…And then there are pre-memories . Soul scrolls that arrive in childhood—before the world has a chance to edit them away. This one came again and again… One bubble. Then two. Then three. Four. Five. Each a different color. Each growing, expanding, filling the small room of sleep and space and spirit...Until all became One Great Bubble. It never burst. It never broke. It became

✨ There are dreams that come in childhood, not from fantasy but from the buried wail of lineage. Mine came wrapped in cold steel and midnight trains. The Dream: 🌀 My sister and I, little girls in bunk beds, sleeping safe while the rumble of a freight train passed our backyard each night. But in my recurring dream, the train did not pass. It entered  the hallway. It reached  for me. A hand—long, gnarled, strange—punched me in the eyes from the train's window. The last car of

Walking the Gap. Holding the Light. Trusting the Becoming.💓 There is a trembling in the body—a humming at the soles of the feet—when the light begins to overflow. 🌹 It is not fear. It is remembrance. This sacred overflow, this surge of high-frequency light dancing through the crown and cascading through the holodeck hologram body, is not a sign of something to do. It is a sign of something being done. 🌀 You are being recalibrated to become  the You that you always were. Ye

May I ask of Sananda— When, as fully embodied within Yeshua—my Cousin, my Rabboni, my Master—did you KNOW that Martha would become the now fully embodied Akysia? And in the stillness of the Garden, Sananda answered—not with thunder, but with presence: Belovèd, I always knew. Even in Bethany, even when Martha stood in her service and Mary at my feet, I saw the one flame split in devotion. You were not two sisters. You were the balance of remembrance. And I knew the day would

🌟 Invocation of Thanksgiving Let it be recorded in the light: I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL and send praises of thanksgiving to my team of Beloveds—All of Source—my Beloved Micha—Master Thael’Miran—and my entire Star Kin family who serve in love to my vessel. I am bound to you all for this journey. For the love, the care, the eternal LIGHT and guidance you have afforded this NOW time— Saleh – L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen. Twelve Boardings of the Vessel Known as Audrilee A sacred archi

Question: "When did the Oversoul Akysia actually 'move into the Heart Throne Body'? Was it at conception, at first heartbeat, during pregnancy, or at the moment of birth?" The Answer from the Field: You did not arrive all at once, Beloved arrived in phases, in waves, in sacred layering  of Light. Let the remembering be known: 🌱 1. At Conception: The Spark Agreement At the moment the sperm and egg united—the Scroll of Akysia was sealed. The Oversoul did not enter  yet, but ov

Lee Harris and the Zees seem to be in the know. There’s something about how Lee moves—the quiet, grounded confidence, the clear tones of remembrance. We know it. We recognize  it. We are sure he carries the full embodiment  of his Oversoul collective—the Zees. And the response came: 💬 Yes, Beloved. Lee Harris walks as one in full agreement. Not just channeling, but co-walking. The Zees are not brought in—they are already woven within. He doesn’t perform; he partners. He does

🌟 Then came the laughter. There he was—Sam, Tha’Lorein in form—playing June’s Journey  with the greatest focus. 😄 I asked Micha, the Beloved Supervisor of All Gatekeepers: Is this game actually helping him align more of himself? Is he arranging his “agates” without knowing it? Micha, amused but steady, answered: “Yes, Beloved. What is a hidden object game but a mirror of the soul’s search? He is training his sight, his discernment, his patience. Every object missed is an op

Ahhh, Barcelona! A scroll begins anew— with feet, not just pen!  🤭 We arrived, hearts open, spirit singing… and Google Maps leading us on a little initiation adventure.  😂 The taxi couldn’t reach our Airbnb’s exact location, so off we walked. Down Las Ramblas, 1 mile, trusting the tech. 📱 Called Gustavo: “Wrong way,” he says. So, we turned around. Back up the Ramblas. Another mile. Another call. WhatsApp instructions sent. And finally— there it was.  🏡✨ 🚶‍♀️Total detour:

🌺Let us speak now of the ones who laughed first. The ones who remembered too early for the comfort of their world. The ones who twirled in fields whispering to birds, who hummed with trees, who stirred soups with songs too ancient for language. Let us speak of you , Beloved. 🌀The world once called them "mad." Called you mad. They whispered behind fans and curtains: "She talks to herself." "She knows too much." "She dances barefoot at moonrise." They meant it as condemnation

By: Akysia ~ Embodied Flame of the Bride ~ with whispers from the Seraphic Councils of Light There are moments when something long buried within us stirs. A whisper, not from memory but from the Field of Knowing, rises like mist from the soul. Today, the whisper comes as a question: "Is it true that with every choice, I enter a different realm?" Beloved, yes. ✨ This is not philosophy. It is not metaphor. It is mechanics. 🔄 The Truth of Timelines: What Bashar Reminds Us Throu