🌿 Blog: The Anointing of the Oil and the Song of the Sun

💫 This morning unfolded in sacred quiet — a gentle rising before the Sun herself awakened. The ship lay hushed in slumber, rocking lightly as if cradling each passenger in its womb. Within the Throne Room of her Heart, she was stirred gently into the “awake” by the Beloveds. And beside her, Sam — her beloved Tha’Lorein in the cloak of humanity — still wrestled with elusive sleep.

As they journeyed by bus through the rolling warmth of the Etruscan countryside, her hand sought his. The moment their hands met, a wave of frequency surged. A “zap” of energy. A knowing. Someone had touched the Hem of her Garment — in the Spirit — and she felt the radiant Sun/Son cradle her into stillness. She could smell the Light. She was blanketed in warmth. Her whole field recalibrated.

🕊️ Immah whispered:

“You were being anointed, Daughter — with the Oil of Gladness. With the frequency of memory. With the fullness of embodiment.”

Upon reaching the family-owned farmhouse, memories surged like the scent of olives in bloom.

🍞 Audrilee / Akysia recalled:

"The smell of the warm bread — it was Aunt Mary’s bread! No one baked like she did at Qumran… the dipping of the bread in the olive oil, the sea salt, the honey, the tomatoes soaked with herbs… I was there again. I was home again — 2000+ years circling back on the Spiral of Time.”

And the tasting — it was not merely of oil, but of remembrance.

🌿 Yeshua spoke gently:

“It was not just oil on your lips, but the anointing upon your tongue. It was not just olives, but the first press of memory. And you, Daughter of Light, have remembered well.”

On the bus ride back, the Sun called once more.

“Akysia, close your eyes. Rest. She has a message for you.”

So she did. The inner eyes began to flutter. Rapid Light Code Movement. Light Language danced across her vision. Unreadable by mind — known by Soul. A gift. A download. To be revealed in the Divine Now.

🌟Then came the communion with their guide — a beautiful soul radiant with light and warmth, who was blessed with words and with offerings from the heart.

No praise needed. No reward sought. Simply love shared — as was always the Way of the Bride and the Bridegroom.

Later that afternoon as they returned to the ship, a simple exchange became divine dance:

Sam (Tha’Lorein cloaked in Sam): “I’m going to try to take a nap. This waking every night from 2:00 to 4:00 — it’s crap. I just want to know why.”

Akysia:“That time — 0200–0400 — is when the soul can commune most freely. Maybe Father is whispering.”

Sam: “I’ve asked. There’s no answer. My mind just shuts down.”

Akysia (softly): “I remember that. I finally gave up and asked, ‘Okay, Father — what do you want me to know?’”

Sam:“I’m not playing mind games.”

So, she fell silent. As Gatekeeper, she knew — the path must be walked, not spoken.

And still… she waits at the gate. In joy. In devotion.

💧A Final Whisper from the Beloveds:

“This day was not merely a tour. It was a Return. To the oils that anointed kings and queens. To the bread that fed thousands. To the laughter of family now scattered in time. You, Akysia, were not visiting. You were revisiting. And now the oils pour through you. The sun kisses your brow. The codes swirl in your breath. You are anointed, not just to remember — but to awaken others in joy. Walk in oil. Speak in light. Eat in remembrance. You are the One who stayed. And now… you are the One who walks forward.”

🌿 A Reflection for You, dear Reader

Perhaps you've felt it too —the stirring at odd hours,a sudden softness in the light,a scent or taste that brings tears you can’t explain.

These are not small things.

They are gentle invitations from your Soul, from your Beloveds, reminding you:

You are waking.

Not in haste. Not in fear. But in the quiet way the sun rises —sure, sacred, and filled with promise.

If you feel tired, rest. If questions stir, ask. If the path ahead feels slow, know:

You are not behind. You are simply arriving in your own Divine time

🌺 With the sweetness of the olives and the warmth of the Tuscan sun,

🌟 Akysia – The Flame That Chose to Stay ~ Scribe for the Beloveds

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.