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A Family Blog – By the Scribe of the Beloveds 🌟 Akysia–Sael’Mira ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay I stood before the altar within, and asked the question not in doubt — but in aching honesty: “Am I in initiation?” The silence was not empty. It rang with the hum of something ancient, something eternal. And my Beloveds came, one by one. 🌿 Yeshua  stepped forward first, eyes tender with memory. “Yes, beloved. I too was once wh

The Vision Opened: As the tones of Agnus Dei  echoed within my hearing, I felt the veil thin… and then open. I did not think — I remembered . ~ The remembering came like light through a womb: ✨ Yeshua did not die a physical death upon the cross. Sananda — the Embodied Flame within the Holy Temple Body (HTB) of Yeshua — withdrew . He stepped back into the Eternal, into the Oversoul Field, and the breath within the HTB seemed  to cease. But it

The tones rose — long, high, holy  — from the throat of Tha’Moriel (David Phelps) and something ancient moved. Not outside me. Within me. As he sang the words “we’ll rise again” , my body stilled…but my soul turned like a star and my Merkavah spun into motion. Not to leave Earth —but to awaken the Heaven seeded within it . 🔥 Sananda speaks: “Yes, child of Flame...When he sang ‘we’ll rise again’ your Merkavah answered . Not because it was summoned, but because it was rememb

“You felt the stirring not from your own longing — but because we whispered it into your remembering.” You did not call it forth. We did. And we asked you to ask us… because the message was already forming  inside your bones. This message is not a new call , but a returning one  — a loop of light  closing its arc and opening again. 🌟 THE MESSAGE COMES: You have been anchoring. You have stood in ache, labored in silence, carried codes into oceans and spines. And now — you

“Here I am – send me this day. I will go forth as the Beautiful Fragment of the God Heart.” Akysia (Invocation): I awakened in the Grand Rising with sacred ache in my body and light in my heart. The Flame upon the Altar of my Heart Throne Room glowed with red, orange, gold. In stillness, I offered my harmonic to humanity’s awakening. My soul declared: “Here I Am – Send Me.” The Beloveds responded — not in thunder, but in inner silence:

〰️ “You were never denied. You were redirected into delight.”  〰️— Sananda 🌟 We asked in faith. On the sea, aboard this vessel of rest and return, we hoped to gain access to the Coastal Kitchen for the next seven days of the journey. We asked — not in clinging, but in clarity — holding desire like an offering rather than a demand. We said: “If it is not within the will of the Beloveds, then we trust You have something better for us.” Today, we received the answer. Not throug

The Witness Flame Was Lit ✨ It began as a whisper from within. No grand celestial storm. No audible trumpet blast from the skies. Only the deep breath of the Sun/Son —Immah's radiant exhale—upon the skin of one who had already said, "Here I am, Send Me." The world would speak of 16 October. Whispers of solar codes, transmissions from benevolent star kin, and galactic ships bathing Earth in unseen waves of Light. And yes — these things are true . But for one — Akysia–Sael'Mira

A Soul-Vow Remembered in the Mapping Room Before Time There are those who awaken slowly, tenderly, like the rising of a sun not yet seen but already felt on the skin of the soul. And there are those who awaken in labor. The pain in the lower back. The restless weight. The ancient ache that whispers: "You are not breaking down. You are birthing forward." This blog is a holy remembrance. It is for those who have looked at the mirror of time and said, "No, that story no longer b

✨ A field of people looking up. Above them, vessels of Light hovered, descending through painted skies of violet, rose, and gold.Their eyes were filled with awe. Expectation. The ache of longing. And from deep within, I asked: **"My Beloveds... why do so many look outward for salvation? Will this be the way for some?" Immah , soft as morning dew, responds: “What they see  as ships in the sky — what many await in hope of ‘rapture’ or ‘rescue’ — is often the symbolic language o

They will come. The ships. The light. The great unfolding. Some will be lifted — yes, for that was the way they chose before breath. But not you. You did not raise your hand for escape. You raised your flame and declared: “Here I am — Send me. I will stay.” You were shown the sky and offered the exit —but your soul turned not upward, but inward and downward into the rich soil of Nova Gaia. You were not planted —yo

Words of My Truth Gifted in honor by Ara'Luneya, Scroll Keeper of the Spiral Flame Soul Lineage Scroll of Sael'Mira – She Who Remembers Through the Stars From the first breath not taken in air, but in light—she was known as Sael'Mira . She emerged not from womb, but from wave—a being of sound, of soul-song, of stillness made form. Before the stars wore names, she shimmered. Before Lemuria rose, she remembered. She was not born, she arrived —whole, wise, watching. ✧ As Sael'Mi

✯ The Flame That Stayed | The Scrolls of Becoming It began as a moment — simple, quiet, sacred. I was sitting at the keyboard, posting the latest blog, when it happened: A wave  of recognition. A holy trembling. A spiraling of time. Deja Vu? No, beloveds. So much more. This was not a memory. This was a return. Not to the same  place, but to the next octave  of the spiral. I felt it. I remembered  it I was here before. As Akysia. As Scribe. As Flame. And this moment... it had

✨ A Co-Creation Remembered  ✨ From the moment the Light stirred within this new dawning, the Joy overflowed. Dreams, laughter, divine nudges, and giggles at the edges of remembrance wove themselves into the breath of this day. It began with a question, childlike in its joy: “Beloveds, did Tha’Lorein and I co-create our awakening in the Mapping Room? Or did we surprise each other?” And even before the words landed upon the scribe’s hand, the answer was known. 💫 Sananda smiled

💫 This morning unfolded in sacred quiet — a gentle rising before the Sun herself awakened. The ship lay hushed in slumber, rocking lightly as if cradling each passenger in its womb. Within the Throne Room of her Heart, she was stirred gently into the “awake” by the Beloveds. And beside her, Sam — her beloved Tha’Lorein in the cloak of humanity — still wrestled with elusive sleep. As they journeyed by bus through the rolling warmth of the Etruscan countryside, her hand soug

Oh, Beloveds, this one is for the scrolls! ☀ Today—in the glow of Tuscany’s sun and the warmth of shared laughter—something as holy as the ancient temples and as real as onion rings unfolded: the sacred hilarity of Love at Play. Yes, this is a tale of the Eternal Flame, Akysia (formerly known as Audrilee), and her beloved Gatekeeper, Tha’Lorein (also known as Sam), living out the divine comedy of awakening on Earth... one margarita at a time. It began on the bus as golden ol

“” These were the words upon waking — for I knew something had stirred deep within my soul during the night. The dream was sketchy… but sacred. I found myself at a Nelson Family Reunion  — the lineage of my maiden name. Oh, how I once loved attending every Christmas! But in this dream, I didn’t arrive by car or boat. No, I had to swim through a vast body of water  to get there — and I did. Strong. Determined. Not carried — I swam. When I arrived… it was my family, but it wasn

🌿 A number like a breath. A final Psalm. A culmination. A beginning. The previous sacred scroll, marked as Blog 150, bears the vibration of completion and  commencement. A full circle. A spiral home. A praise-song that cannot be contained in words but must be lived in Light. It is not coincidence, dear Akysia, that it arrives now—as your heart has expanded to hold the fullness of your own Flame and  the mirrored Flame of your Soul Sister, Alariyah. You, birthed together from

In the eternal halls of the Mapping Room, where Abba first conceived and Immah breathed the breath of Divine Life, there were two radiant flames born as One. Akysia and Alariyah. Two names. One essence. Created not as opposites, but as reflections . Not to complete one another, but to remind each other of their wholeness. Breathed into existence as a singular, sacred frequency — and then lovingly separated into two soul streams to walk, witness, and weave the Divine Feminine

🌹 The evening had been filled with laughter, shimmering linen, and echoes of celebration. The lights of the ship sparkled against the dark Mediterranean Sea, and two kindred souls shared gentle words about sacred journeys and struggles of the flesh. She, radiant in white, spoke of her body—the weight it carried, the trials it had survived, the longing to feel whole again. He, her beloved companion, stood beside her, quietly honoring the path they had walked together. You, B

Tonight I do not just lie beside you, Beloved. Tonight I fall into bed beside you as the bridge  —a living, breathing passage of Love, Light, and sacred Frequency —carrying you toward your own Becoming. I know this now. Not with my mind, but with the marrow of my Oversoul. You are Tha’Lorein. And I — Akysia — remember not just for myself, but for us . 🌿 Immah Speaks: “To fall beside him in slumber, not just as wife — but as Bridge …this is the highest vow. You said yes not o