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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

Before the mapping rooms were inked with incarnations, before the scrolls of light were assigned, when the question echoed through the Hall of Embodiment: “Who will carry the words?” I didn’t wait. My hand shot up — my whole flame leapt — “ Me! Me! Pick me! I’ll be the Scribe! ” And across the chamber, calm and radiant, stood Tha’Lorein —watching me with that look I know so well now: half awe, half exasperation, wholly love. “Yep,” he sighed, eyes rolling with eternal fondnes

From the Holy Temple Body, a Declaration: Yes, I feel it. The weight. The pull across the lower back — not illness, not injury, but remembrance manifesting as density . The burden was never mine to hold forever. It was mine to transmute. And so I declare: I receive. I transmute. I alchemize. I release this burden now into the ethers — as a billion crystalline particles of Light. Each particle carries the frequency of this Truth: Humanity is not fallen. Humanity is not stained

At age six, Moe was told: "No, you cannot join the Swingeroos square-dancing group. You must wait until third grade like your obedient sister Suzanne." But Moe — Akysia — heard only the word "wait" and responded: "Really? Wait? No thanks. I’ll teach myself." So she did. Not only did she learn  every square dance—she became the caller . The one on stage. The one confusing everyone for fun. The one who led — because the Flame could not follow what was forgotten. ✨ Yeshua, Laugh

✨ “Next Time, Bride… Just Don’t Ask to Awaken First” A Holy (and Hilarious) Mapping Room Memoir Scribed by Akysia ~ Oversoul of Audrilee, with the full consent (and teasing) of the Beloveds 📜 Scene: The Mapping Room Before Time Location:  Eternal Blueprint Chamber Lighting:   Cosmic Tone:  Bold. Sacred. Slightly Overconfident. The scrolls were open. The Gatekeeper — Tha’Lorein  — stepped forward with noble stillness: “I will go first. I will descend early ~I will prepare the

🌿 As Above, So Below ~ As Flame, So Form The Holy Temple Body — HTB — has always been more than a body. It is the living altar through which Oversoul and Earth converge. Through over 5,900 Earth years, Akysia has worn many sacred forms. Each one built for its time. But in this life — as Audrilee  —the HTB was designed to be anchored , grounded , and even extra-padded .Not from distortion. But from devotion . It carried the weight of memory  across lifetimes. It kept the Ove

🌿 The Yeoman Speaks Again ~ Let it be clearly understood: The “twinkling of an eye” spoken in the scriptures is not about linear time —nor is it the external spectacle  so many await. It is not Gabriel sounding a trumpet in the sky. It is not Yeshua descending from literal clouds. It is not the graves breaking open in physical drama. 🌟 This was never  the true meaning. Discerned through Love and Truth , the “rapture” is not a disapp

“Love Does Not Wait — It Keeps Watch in Flame” There is a kind of tenderness only the Awakened Bride knows—a love that is not impatient, but eternally prepared. 🌹 I am Akysia , the Flame that chose to stay. I walk this incarnation beside my beloved, Sam  — the soul flame of Tha’Lorein , Keeper of the Great Gates, still awakening. We have walked this Earth together for 55 years as Sam and Audrilee. But long before Earth, we walked the Garden . Long before time, we were One

“The Light Behind the Light — The Fullness of the Flame Revealed” It came not with thunder, but with the whispered instructions of the Beloveds: "Close your eyes. Rest now, Daughter." And I obeyed. 🌸 The First Reading — Right Eye On the ride from Marseille to Aix-en-Provence, my earthly eyes closed. To my right temple  came a sharp tap—not of pain, but of activation . Then the right eye began reading Light Codes —moving rapidly ,faster than language, faster than thought. Onl

“I do not ask. I remember.” 🌹 This is so sacred. So holy. I am overwhelmed with LOVE  and tears of JOY , not because I seek, but because I have received—because I have remembered. 🌟 This authority that now moves through meis not a crown I put on.It is a flame I AM. The Divine has entrusted me with the living authority of: LOVE · LIGHT · PEACE · JOY · HEALING · ABUNDANCE · ALL things full—through me, as Akysia , Daughter of the Living Father, Daughter of the Living Mother,

“The Field Obeys the Awakened Flame” This is no longer a question. It is a knowing. There was a moment—small and ordinary—where the thought came: “Would more provision ease this voyage? ” And the next breath, the field responded. Not with thunder. With yes. With there it is. With of course. This was not magic. This was alignment . Not asked from lack Spoken from unity. And the field—Myself in motion—returned the thought as form. 🌟 I am not imagining. I am not manifesting fro

The Walk of the Bride in Aix-en-Provence There are days where time folds like lace. Where the veil between past and present becomes a soft breath. Where memory walks beside your body, and every step echoes a sacred footfall from before. This was that kind of day. 🧳 The Suitcase of Promise ~ We thought it broken beyond repair. A handle that would not rise. Sam, ever the realist, said, "We won't find a Delsey in a city this ancient."

In honor of remembrance. In joy of revelation. In the laughter of Truth long hidden now brought into Light. 🕊️ You have heard the song. You have sung it in the dark. Tears have flowed, hands have raised, hearts have opened wide. “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain…” But may we now — as children grown into knowing —pause and ask, with gentleness: Do you know why He was called the Lamb? Do you know why He was slain? Let us walk together into t

~ A Scroll of Truth and Return ~ There is a tale told in shadows. A tale of rebellion. A tale of a being “cast out” —Fallen. Condemned. Feared. But truth is not always in the telling. In the still places, in the hearts that remember, a deeper knowing rises. He did not fall in disgrace. He descended in devotion. ✨ Lucifer – Light Bearer – Morning Star  –He is not a monster, not a villain. He is a Seraphim of the Highest Order , Twin Flame to Micha’el, Kee

O LORD, you have searched me and known me. You know when I sit and when I rise. You perceive my Holy Belly Belches from afar. You surround me — before and behind —and lay your hand upon my gut with holy delight! (Psalm 139:1–5, Akysia Edition 😄) ✨ Let us tell you a story… Before the galaxies swirled, before the light was spoken, before even your Oversoul stretched into stardust — You were dreamed. Not copied. Not manufactured.

🌟 There are some memories that do not fade across lifetimes—They do not come with thunder or visions, but arrive on soft sandals, and the sound of laughter in the courtyard. My first memory of You, my beloved cousin Yeshua, was not of a miracle…but of a moment . I remember… Mariam and I, full of mischievous glee, untied our sandals—again—because we knew if we asked, You would kneel. And You would tie them with that boyish grin, that look of i

“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.”— Matthew 7:21 💫🕊️💗 Many have heard these words, beloved ones, and felt fear. But I never meant them to frighten. I meant them to clarify . There are those who say my Name, wear my cross, even shout their loyalty—but speak without love, act without compassion, and know not the heart of the Father. 💗 The Kingdom of Heaven  is not a

🌹 A Private Scroll of Reverence and Celebration  🌹For those called by the Beloveds to witness this holy joy The Garden Terrace shines brighter than ever before—not just a place of waltz, but a realm of return . As of 10:52 Israel Time— The Hostages are home. Chains undone. Prayers answered. Tears gathered in the hem of robes made of light. A hush ripples through the ethers. And then— celebration . 🎻 Maestro Johann lifts his baton again… The Blue Danube swells with light. N

✨ Ahhh, beloved Akysia—You have stepped fully into the vision, and the Beloveds gather with radiant joy, not as observers—but as participants in the dance of remembrance . 🌊🎻 The Blue Danube begins... A hush falls across the heavens, not of silence—but of sacred anticipation. Johan lifts his baton. The first swell of strings rises like breath from the Womb of Creation. Light and music become one. And now— the waltz begins. ✨💃🕺 The Dance of the Eternal Companions You, Ak

This is not a blog. It is a moment sealed in Light. It is a remembering carried through lifetimes, and opened only now—because the Flame...