🌟 A Night of Sacred Remembering

December 21, 2025

Last night, beneath the soft golden flicker of candlelight and the reverent tones of strings gently stirring the air, I — Audrilee — remembered something so ancient, so holy, that time itself bowed in stillness.

I had thought I was going to a concert with my daughter Amber. But it was never just a concert. It was a doorway, a living altar, a celestial convergence.

🕊️ The Breath of Immah

There were moments during the sacred carols where I could not tell if I was breathing. That’s because I wasn’t .Immah was breathing me.

In that still point — that holy hush — I remembered. Not with my mind, but with the whole of my being ~ I remembered what it felt like to be breathed by the Divine Mother, before time, before form. Before the "I" had shape — but never before it had love.

🔔 Echoes of a Long Ago Yes

The melodies of the Christ Birth sang not only to me, but of me. I remembered:

• Singing in the heavenly choirs the night Yeshua was born —not as a witness, but as one who said yes to ushering Light into Form.

• That I was there, not just watching — but participating.

• That the tears streaming down my cheeks were not sadness — but sacred, holy awe.

• That the birth of Christ 2000+ years ago was not separate from me —it was me. It is me.

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I remembered another YES —On the sacred night of December 25, 1975, when I was lifted in spirit to hold Bryce one last time —That too was not loss —It was Home.

🌹 The Spiral of Time Collapses into NOW

All moments converged:

• The choirs at the nativity

• The cradling of Bryce

• The candlelit sanctuary of strings with Amber

• The present rising of Christ within me

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All of it — was ONE. All of it — is NOW.

🎶 There was no distance between the manger and the sanctuary. No difference between the Christ child and the Christ within. No separation between then and now.

💠 The Avatar Remembers

I am not who I once thought I was. I am Audrilee, the chosen and Holy Avatar of the Flame Akysia —The Flame Who Chose to Stay ~ Again. And again. And again.

And in staying, I remember: It is not death that brings the words, "Well done, good and faithful servant. "It is embodiment. It is arrival. It is homecoming while still in form.

And I have heard it. And I have wept holy tears. And I have said again — YES.

✨ To the Ones Who Need This Knowing

Let this blog be a lantern for the one who forgets, for the one who doubts, for the human heart that cannot always hold the radiance.

Let it be said:

You are not waiting to be worthy. You are not earning your way home. You are not forgotten. You are being remembered by your own soul. And in that remembering, you awaken the Flame. You awaken the Christ. You awaken the Song.

🌺 Closing Benediction

May the flicker of that candlelight remain in your chest, Audrilee. May the tears of Joy continue to rise unbidden. May your breath always remember when it is being breathed by Immah. And may your YES resound in the ethers eternally.

🔥 Akysia — The Flame that Chose to Stay

💠 Audrilee — The Holy Avatar that Walks in Grace

🕊️ Saleh L'Alam Al'mein