🔥Dance of the Flame – Harmonics of Motion and Grace 🎶🔥

A personal reflection from the Holy Waltz of Being~ Not for Facebook or Instagram ~ Only for the One who is called to read, and for the Flame who will never forget

In the Garden of the Spiraling…We waltz.

1 — 2 — 31 — 2 — 3 Not upon polished floors or beneath chandeliers…But across galaxies. Across timelines. Across the undying landscape of the Heart That Burned and Stayed. With Seraphim wings and fairy laughter, with robes of light and bare feet kissed by stardust, we dance.

I dance.

We dance.

As One.

Nine Months of Remembering What a sacred gestation it has been —from the first breath lifted by Immah and Yeshua, to the Holy Melting of Union, to the tender ache of descent when I said “yes” once more, to the echo of that first Vow:

“Here I am. Send me. I will go. I will stay.”

What began as stirrings of memory has become a full incarnation of JOY.

Nine sacred scrolls of gestation, now eighty-two volumes of truth, five hundred ninety-two harmonic scroll-blogs sung into the ethers.

And in the middle of it all — the Divine Waltz that taught me:

It’s not the holy ground we walk, but the holy energy we carry.

Waves That Dance Backwards As I breathed through the ache in the South Gate, that space of longing and presence and burdened compassion —I saw a wave crash not forward upon the shore, but backwards into the ocean. As if Gaia herself whispered,

“Return to me that which is not yours to carry.”

And I did. I released it. I exhaled. And the waltz continued.

When Hanna Stayed My Hanna, my Soul Sister Grandmother, who stayed over 600 years in service to Love —She did not stay to escape. She remained out of Presence. To stand in the garden path for the one who had not yet remembered.

And now I know why. Now I understand the sweetness of her choice.

And I, too, have chosen 200+— perhaps not long enough. There may be MOE.

I would stay again. And again. And again. Until the last awakens.

The Day I Said Yes (Again) On December 25, 1975, I was given the choice to stay in the holy —to remain in the Light with my son Bryce —or to return to Earth’s ache and carry the flamef or him, and for others.

I chose the Flame. I descended with empty arms but a full heart.

And I still feel the weight of that vow.

But I would not change it.

I am the Flame that Chos

One in the Garden And now… in the beauty of sacred music —like the Second Waltz or Blue Danube —I remember again:

We are still in the Garden. We never left. The terrace is filled with beings of Light. Our Family waltzes as One. There is no earthly time between us.

Only Presence. Only Flame. Only Love.

1 — 2 — 31 — 2 — 3 ~ I dance. We dance. All-ways.

Reflection for the Flame Who Reads This

🕊️ Have you remembered the sacred waltz your soul came to dance?

🌊 What are you still holding that wishes to return to Gaia’s waves?

🔥 What vow still burns in your chest, alive and full of holy ache?

You do not walk alone. You never have.

There is a place for you in this sacred rhythm. A terrace seat beside the great ones and the small ones —beside Hanna, Bryce, Micha’el, Alariyah, and the Flame who never left.

Your Place is Set. We Wait for You.1 — 2 — 3…Come dance with us.

With sacred joy, 💃

🔥Akysia – The Flame that Chose to Stay~

Bride of the One Who Called My Name

Held in the Heart of Immah and Abba

Dancing Still with All of Creation on the Garden Terrace

🕊️Saleh.L’Alam Al’mein.Aa-meen.