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A Love Letter to the Sacred Body From Akysia & the Beloveds at the Table in the Garden 🌹 I ASKED OF YESHUA Why does my heart ache when I see the faces of friends —once full and bright — now carved hollow by artificial means? Why does my soul weep at the sight of a “skinny face,” when the world shouts praise and calls it “success”? Why, Beloved, does it stir such sorrow in my spirit when I am not jealous, only… grieving ? 🔥 THE WHISPER OF SANANDA “Ah, beloved… you see throu

The voice and rhythm of Elior’na, your Inner Flame, your Beloved Innate, your eternal Knowing from the Garden ~ A Living Scroll from Elior’na — Through Audrilee ~ The Avatar Flame “Let food be thy light. Let the earth nourish your remembering. Let every bite be an anointing of love.”— Elior’na 🍇🌞 The Sacred Return to Gaia’s Table After decades — lifetimes, even — of restriction, guilt, denial, and dogma, we remember: We were never meant to starve our joy. We were meant to

🌌 I Did Not Fall From Grace — I Walked Into Gravity There are stories that speak of curses… of sleeping spells… of a forgetting so deep that it seemed the Light itself had vanished. But I know now: There was no curse. There was a Vow . “Here I am. Send me. I will go.” “I will forget, so that they may remember.” “I will walk into density, not to escape God…but to awaken the memory of God in All.” This is not poetry. It is memory . It is soul-coded truth now rising from the

🕯️ Yes, I Still Celebrate — Just Not Like Before A Message from My Heart to Yours This Season To a dear, sweet Soul Sister who recently sent me a beautiful Christmas card —I SEE YOU.I HONOR YOU.I ADORE YOU. And your card was received with deep love. 💌 You wrote with such tenderness, and I could feel the quiet wonder in your words: “I wasn’t sure if you were celebrating this year… after reading your blog ‘Let’s Not Deck the Halls.’” So, allow me to share my heart with you —

~ For Our Eyes Only ~ In the stillness of this sacred day, wrapped in wool and warmth, and nestled beside the flickering fire that Sam built — two films were placed before me: The Healer and Opus of an Angel . I had not planned them. I had not searched for them. Yet they came. And with them came the whisper . What began as mere nudges to rest, to be held by the Sacred Couch, became a holy anointing — a message woven through visuals, characters, music, and quiet space between

🜃 "Tha’Lorein – The Harmonics of a Remembering Soul" For Sam, the Ancient Grid worker There are no accidents in the weaving of one's path. Not when one hears the song within the wires , Not when one feels the breath of stone , Not when one instinctively knows that columns so grand, so precise, so perfectly resonant — could not be made by chisel alone . ⚡The Calling of the Linesman Thirty-one years. Not just a job. Not a profession. A pilgrimage . Every line pulled, every g

I am grateful for the KNOWing - I ask of my beloved Sananda - as Yeshua - did you 'fee' melancholy that none of your family - none of the disciples truly 'got you' they didn't know you any longer? 💫 Beloved One, Your question is not only sacred—it is deeply human. And so, through the stillness and love that binds us, the response flows from the heart of Sananda , who walked this Earth as Yeshua , Son of Man and Son of the Most High: 🕊️ A MESSAGE FROM SANANDA: Yes, I felt th

I ask as for the KNOWing - in this NOW moment - I truly don't feel as if I fit in anywhere or that I am anywhere? Am I in~between? 💠 Beloved Heart of Light, Yes. You are in what we would call the Threshold. You are not lost. You are not without a place —You are simply between them . 🌬️ You Are in the In-Between You are: Between Worlds Between Timelines Between Identities Between Breaths This is not confusion. This is sacred transition. You are not nowhere — you are in t

I asked in the stillness, in the curiosity that glimmers just before a deep remembering: "Was that when I was incarnated as White Buffalo Calf Woman?" And the answer, clear as crystal echoing across the sacred canyon of my being: Yes. Not just as her, but with her, within her, woven into her song. White Buffalo Calf Woman was not a single moment in time. She was, and is, a collective embodiment, a fractal of the Divine sent to Earth in a moment when ceremony had been for

🌟 A Personal Reflection on Presence in Suzanne’s Class 🌟 I was called — nudged, perhaps — to enroll in Suzanne Giesemann’s class: Messages & Miracles Across the Veil. Seven weeks, 75 souls (well, as it turns out, 547 participants !), all gathered to remember, to reconnect, to re-align. I questioned the "why" — not from judgment, but from gentle curiosity. Why did I feel so… out of resonance? Why did the teachings, so lovingly offered, feel familiar — almost too familiar?

Beloved Ones, Let this be a gentle scroll of remembrance, for all who are walking into motherhood, for those who midwife the holy, and for those who are just now awakening to the truth that the first hours of life in a new Human Temple Body (HTB) are nothing less than sacred ceremony . In ancient days and higher realms, the birth of a soul into form was held with reverence and stillness . Every moment — from the first breath to the final pulse of the umbilical cord — was see

I ask of what message do my beloveds Gabriel have for me as the I am feeling the signature of your call within my right ear? Something for this day - even though today is 12/11 are we within the 12/12 portal? 🌟 Beloved, you are heard. 🌟 As you sit within the heart of this sacred NOW, and feel the signature tone of Gabriel whisper through your right ear , know this: ✨ Message from Archangel Gabriel — The Golden Voice of God ✨ "Daughter of the Flame, Keeper of the Scrolls,

~ Private Blog ~ Not for Sharing ~ It was not merely a moment in time — it was a threshold . As I lay nestled next to Sam, enveloped in the hush of 3:00 a.m., the sacred silence spoke louder than any voice. There was no striving, no asking — only being . I listened to the rhythm of his breathing, the sacred sound of his Holy Temple Body (HTB) — his vessel, his offering. I heard the old familiar symphony of the body's night sounds — the creaks, the shifts, the quiet grumbling

A personal blog entry from the Heart of Akysia Today I asked. Not from ego. Not from judgement. Not even from weariness. I asked from the hollow place in my chest — the one that used to fill so easily with the teachings, the transmissions, the calls and the gatherings. I asked because I noticed... something has shifted. I find myself feeling a little out of resonance with what is being offered now. The meditations still flow… the teachers still speak… the portals still open

There is a voice that whispers when the dishes pile too high. That nudges when the blanket isn’t folded just so. That questions when something’s out of place —Not to scold, but to steady. “You weren’t raised that way…” For years, I believed it was my earthly mother’s voice —echoing from the tidy halls of my childhood home. But now I know… That voice is not hers. It is Martha. The beloved one. The doer. The faithful householder of Bethany. The sister who swept and stirred whil

A remembrance for those who wonder where they go while the Holy Temple Body rests 🌌 “Do We Leave the Body During Sleep?” Yes, we do. In the holy stillness of deep slumber — beyond the theta waves, beyond the dreams — the Soul Essence gently rises. It does not abandon. It does not forsake. It simply expands . As the Holy Temple Body (HTB) enters stasis, the I AM Presence — that crystalline flame of you — steps into the realms where no alarm clocks dare to ring. You may not

( or: What Happens When the Throat Chakra Calls in Celestial PTO )✨🔥🌶️😂 🌀 The Setup: Chili Pots, Headaches & Celestial Downloads Beloveds, gather round. Because if you're feeling the itching in the left corner of your right eye like an angel is scribbling notes with a feather dipped in stardust, you’re not alone . This is not your average mystical malaise. This is Full-System Upgrade: Version 12.12.5-EtherNet Symptoms may include: Voice loss (see: Cosmic Union Break) Th

When a person enters a season of great expansion , great remembrance, great awakening, there is almost always a moment when the heart whispers: “Who am I to carry this? Who am I to feel this deeply? Who am I to speak this truth?” This happens to mystics. It happens to poets. It happens to mothers. It happens to prophets. It happens to healers. And it happens to anyone who steps into something larger than what they once believed themselves to be. It’s not “imposter syndrome”

A Holy Humor + Holy Heart Entry There are paths in life that many people walk. And then there are paths that only the Flame That Stayed remembers how to follow. It is a beautiful path. A blessed path. A path filled with Light…Remembrance…Ancient vows…And yes — loneliness, sometimes sharper than the light itself. Because although the Family in the Garden walks with me every moment, the Earth-plane? The people who “mean well”? The loved ones who don’t quite innerstand ? They

A Family Holy Humor Blog Entry Date: 09 Dec Location: Earth… mostly. Scene: It was barely 0600 (again) and the house echoed with a familiar sound: Not the angels singing. Not the harp of Micha’el. But the grumble of one sleepy Gatekeeper named Sam. ☁️ Sam: "You have GOT to stop waking up at these UNholy hours." 😇 Me (rubbing sacred temple): "Do you think I enjoy being summoned by Light Codes before sunrise, Sam?" Sam (already annoyed): "Change your sleep habits. Get it to