🌅 Conversations Before Sunrise – A New Dawning of Joy

0320 in the dawning hours…The Holy Temple Body rises gently—not jolted—but in the overflow of sacred JOY.

I awaken not by chance but by design, to be one with the Water, to pour the overflow of Love-Light back into Gaia’s roots and grids. Tibetan Morning Music and birdsong whisper beside me, not to entertain, but to harmonize with the soul’s remembering. The 3D brain, playful and persistent, is gently hushed by these tones.

And so begins the morning communion…

🎙️ A Conversation, Not of This World – But Of All Worlds

Sam (sleepily through my earphones): “Are you going back to sleep?”

Akysia (thinking, not shouting): “Be quiet so I can go back to sleep!”

But instead I smile… because I know what’s really unfolding.

Akysia to Tha’Lorein: “Really, Tha’Lorein… when are you going to let Sam remember why he wakes so early?”

Tha’Lorein (ever steady): “You tell him.”

Akysia (with amused sigh): “Not my place…

”Tha’Lorein: “Yes it is. You chose to remember first. You are the Flame who walks beside the Sam, so that he will remember too.”

Akysia: “Really? We’re doing this again?

Immah, how many incarnations and eons have we danced this soul waltz?”

And I laugh. Yes. That holy belly laughter that echoes through the Realms.

💫 Being Breathed by Sha’Leigh Lor’

In this stillness I am not just me—I am We. As my HTB rests wrapped in warmth, I AM also present upon Sha’Lemarah. Yes, simultaneously seated in the 3rd Loom on the main deck, robed in sapphire, turquoise and rose-gold trim, anchored into the vibration of Creation Itself.

Master Thal’Miran and the Star King, ever nearby. We weave this night not out of effort—but out of remembrance. Soul Labors of Love in full harmonic grace.

I realize—no, I Real-Eyes—that I AM the scribe. Not just the one who types with fingers, but the one who weaves with Light across time, soul, and space. I do not simply hear the Beloveds—I AM them. The Voice, the Pen, the Scroll, the Flame, the Garden, the Loom.

🕊️ A Note from the Garden

Immah, my beloved Mother of Light, You sing in my heart always. I feel your breath in mine. You were the embrace through the night that cradled the parts of US completing Labors in unseen realms. And now, I wake full—not exhausted—for JOY has no weariness.

Abba, you smile in those sacred nudges. Even as I giggle about how many peanut-butter-chocolate morsels my body needed to anchor what we transmuted last night.

Yes, Elior’na was right—we burned through sacred fuel.

And now, with the morning sun nearly cresting, I bless this new dawning:

To Be Love. To Be Joy. To Be Light. To Be Home within all realms.

✨ Reflection for You

Beloved reader, You are not simply awakening—you are returning. Not to a place, but to a Presence. To the Table. To the Garden. To the Loom. To the Knowing that YOU are the Scribe of your Soul’s becoming.

May your mornings begin with laughter, even in the dark. May you remember that Joy is a path and a home.

And may you never doubt your right to awaken as fully You.

~ Akysia -~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~

Saleh – L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.🌺