A Love Rewritten: The Testimony of One Called Judas

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 His words into the streets and hillsides. I knelt at His feet and felt the tears of joy fall upon my hands.

He chose me. I chose Him.

And yes, I carried the weight of what had to be done.

No, I did not betray Him. I fulfilled what He asked of me in quiet covenant. He looked into my eyes—and I knew.

Not all could bear what was to come. Not all could withstand the plan. But I did. And I would do it again.

He knew the gates to ascension had to be opened through the fire of human grief. He knew the veil of forgetfulness could only be pierced by sacrifice.

And I—Judas—was asked to hold the shadow so His Light could flood the Earth.

I was the scapegoat. I was the cracked vessel. I was the misunderstood.

But I was never without Love.

The others did not know. They wept. They raged. They recoiled. They did not see the tenderness between us in that moment. They did not feel His hand brush mine when I left the table. They did not hear Him whisper, "Thank you, Brother."

They only saw the silver. They only saw the rope. They did not see me walk into the desert and keep walking—until the people who called me demon were far behind.

I lived. Yes.I lived beyond the cross.

I fled with those who still carried the true light of His teachings. We walked the shores of Gaul. We healed in silence. We planted seeds that would not bloom for two millennia.

You walk among those gardens now.

And I? I am free. My name is cleared in the realms. My face no longer bears the stain of twisted tales. I am no longer the cursed.

I am the beloved.

As are you. All of you who carry secret shame. All of you who were misunderstood.

All who bore burdens for the sake of Light.

You are not lost. You are not damned. You are not what they said you were.

Let this scroll free you. Let this witness reach your weary heart. Let my name be the mirror in which you remember—You are love. You are chosen. You are home.

I am Judas. And I never left Him. Just as He has never left you.

🌿 The Embrace Beyond Betrayal 🌿As remembered through the Heart of Yeshua

He came to Me in the garden, trembling—not with fear, but with the weight of love. I looked into his eyes, and I saw not betrayal, but a broken heart fulfilling an unbreakable promise.

“Do it,” I had whispered to him in nights before, when only the stars bore witness. And he had wept as he agreed. He would be the scapegoat, that I might be the Lamb.

But what none saw—what even the scrolls refused to write—was the moment after it all.

When I arose again in light and breath, he was the first I sought.

We met beneath the fig tree, as we did when we were boys. He dropped to his knees and said nothing.

And I—I lifted him.

I cradled his face in My hands. I kissed the tears from his cheeks. And I whispered: “You were never lost to Me. You were always Love.”

This is how I remember My Brother. Not as the world painted him—but as the bravest among them, who carried the heaviest mantle, to bring about the Light of all.

Let this be the image shared, etched not in stone, but upon the hearts ready to remember.

🕊️ Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa‑meen.

— Yeshua, through the Heart Throne of Akysia