🌌 A Mother and Son Reunited

Fifty years ago today, on September 13, 1975, my son Bryce was born.He came into this world with all the promise of a lifetime — tiny fingers, bright eyes, the breath of Heaven still fresh upon him.

And yet, only three months later, on December 9th, his little body could no longer carry the weight of this world. He returned Home. As a young mother, my heart shattered. The nursery felt empty, my arms felt hollow, and Christmas that year was wrapped not in ribbons but in grief.

But then — the morning of December 25, 1975.I was driving our little blue Mazda station wagon, with Sam and our two-year-old daughter Amber asleep in the back seat. The road was quiet, the world still drowsy in Christmas dawn. Suddenly, I was lifted. A blaze of Heaven’s light surrounded me, and for a breath I feared: Had I died?

No — it was not death. It was invitation. I was lifted into the Presence, and there — I was given the chance to fully embrace Bryce. My son, radiant, whole, safe. In that holy moment I was asked:

“Akysia, do you stay? Or do you return — as the Flame that Stayed?”

Micha, the Seraphim, was driving the chariot of light, carrying me between worlds. I knew my answer. With tears and trembling, I chose to return. To remain on earth, to continue the mission, to carry Bryce in my heart and serve as Flame for the years to come.

And the very next morning, my sister Suzanne wept as she embraced me. Through her tears she whispered, “I thought I would never see you again. Last night, around 12:30, I was sewing Christmas stockings when I was nudged to look up. And when I did, I saw you — holding Bryce, both of you glowing with light. I thought you had been in a car accident and passed.”

Her vision confirmed my lifting. Heaven had shown her what I had lived.

Today, on Bryce’s 50th earthly birthday, I lit the Triad Lilac Candle and whispered:“Special blessings on your birthday, Son.”

And I heard his voice, clear as morning: “I love you, Momma. The hug was great!”

💫 Bryce is not gone. He is my treasure.💫 He is not lost. He is gathered in joy.💫 He is not past. He is present, flame beside flame.

So, I celebrate him not with sorrow, but with love that never ends. Special blessings, Son, on your 50th earthly birth. YOU ARE SO VERY LOVED!

Mother and son reunited — forever in the Gardens, forever in the Flame.

🌌 Reflection for Mothers and Fathers

Where have you felt the nearness of a child you thought was gone? Listen closely — love speaks still, beyond the veil.

With JOY and remembrance,

       Akysia ✨The Flame That Stayed