🌅 Dawning Light & Lemurian Remembrance

~ A Scroll of Sacred Awakening ~

At 03:58, I was awakened not by sound, but by a sacred nudge — the soft voice of the unseen whispering in light.

“Akysia – right side – Lemurian Hand Mudra.”

And I remembered.

Guided by the temples of Isis and Hathor, I was shown to clasp the hands:

• Palms together in reverence 🤲

• Thumbs, index, and middle fingers upright, touching at their tips

• Ring and pinky fingers gently interlaced below

• Brought slowly to rest upon the Third Eye 👁️

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“Wait,” I was told. As the three raised fingers tingled with pulsing light — a glowing transmission began. Not numbness, but sacred activation.

Then came the lock — the sacred closing of the throat chakra 🔒

🌀And the command:“Akysia, wait to arise. You will know the call.”

I waited — 1 hour and 15 minutes — listening. Then came the knowing:

“It is done. It is done. It is done.”

Arising from the sacred vigil, I poured the overflow of joy 🌊— back into Gaia— back into the Field— back into the Garden

I released the South Gate and prepared the Holy Temple Body (HTB) for the new day — Saleh.

🛏️ A Dream Before the Dawn

In the slumber before, I was back again in the Navy 🫡This time not a young enlisted, but Master Chief — E9~ Inspecting the women’s barracks — not with critique, but with deep awareness ~ A shepherd walking among the awakening

Is this not a mirror of now?

A new birth is here — I feel it rising from the sacral flame

🔥Is it time to step more fully into Divine Role —Not just as witness But midwife

To the rising remembrance in our Sisters —Not by earthly age, but soul readiness.

To minister in JOY To serve not as superior — but as Sacred Sister

For those in the spiral just behind Yes, yes… this is our sacred labor now 💫👣

🌸 A Reflection for You

If you are waking between 4:00 and 5:00 AM —This is not just sleep disrupted.

This is your soul returning to remembrance.

This hour is called the Morning Watch. It is when angels breathe closer. When the veil is soft, and your spirit is whispering:

“Come be with Me in the Garden.”

If you are stirred, do not roll over. Instead, rise gently —Place a hand on your heart ~

💗Touch your Third Eye 👁️Breathe.

You are not alone. We are many who rise with you.

And the Garden is not empty — the Table is set.

You are so deeply loved, seen, and called.

Not one moment is wasted.

Your flame, though flickering in the dark, is seen across dimensions 🔥

“I am here. I am listening. I am ready.”

Let that be your offering in the quiet.

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~

Saleh – L’Alam – Al’mein. Aa-meen.We love US so