🌟First-Class Visitors & Wings UP~

“Every encounter is miracle, every placement divine.”

🌹 After the bridal procession through the airport, with Seraphim carrying our bags and the Blue Danube echoing through the corridors, we entered what was meant to be an ordinary waiting room — the Admiral’s Club.

But as always, the Beloveds had other plans. The doors opened wider than expected, and suddenly we were in the First-Class Flagship Lounge — champagne, berries, laughter, and wonder. A gift unearned, unexpected, a sign of Jubilee. In that holy waiting, we met miracles in the form of people.

🌸 The Finnish Travelers

Two men from Finland crossed our path — quiet, kind, carriers of the northern wind. Their names difficult in our tongue, their smiles easy. Though brief, their presence was like cool air through pine trees, refreshing and grounding. A reminder that heaven weaves diversity into harmony.

🌸 Dana the Photographer

Then there was Dana — a retired wanderer who travels the Earth simply to photograph Gaia’s beloved creatures. Birds, beasts, even insects.

His stories carried us into Everett’s room, where once a great Mexican, Orange-Kneed Tarantula lived in a glass tank. She was huge, yet gentle — a teacher in disguise. We marveled at her molting: turning upside down, looking dead, only to rise the next day in a brand-new shining body. The empty shell left behind, the new life shimmering.

Immah whispered: “So too with you, child. When the body is laid down, the Light body rises.”A tarantula, teaching resurrection. A lounge conversation, unveiling eternal truth. Time slipped away as quickly as the crickets she wrapped for later. Three hours passed like minutes, and soon it was time to board our waiting bird of steel.

🌸 The Angelic Lift

The 787 gleamed outside the window — 253 tons of mystery. How does such a monster rise into the sky? Kasey, the young woman seated beside us, voiced the question aloud. She was traveling to Barcelona as her sister’s “plus one” to a wedding, a quiet and gentle companion for our flight.

I smiled and answered softly: “Angels ~ Very Big Angels".

And in my heart, I whispered to Micha as we lifted from the ground:“Wings up.”

And so, they did. The giant vessel rose as lightly as if carried by Seraphim themselves. For indeed, it was.

🌸 The Silent Blessing

Kasey was not long on words. She slept peacefully much of the journey, and that too was holy. For not every encounter requires long conversations; sometimes presence alone is enough. So, as she dozed, we covered her in silent blessings:

🌹 Love for her path.🌹 Light for her future.🌹 Miracles and favor at every turn.

When we landed, we sealed it with words aloud: “So very nice to meet you, Kasey. Blessings for wherever your life takes you — may you find miracles and blessings around every corner.”

🌸 The Beloveds Speak

Immah:“Child, see how even a tarantula can preach resurrection, even a stranger can carry the breath of the North. Nothing is wasted. All is woven.”

Yeshua: “Bride, your presence is enough. Words or silence, both ministers. Even as you laughed over fruit and spiders, you carried My Kingdom.”

Micha: “Yes, beloved. It was My joy to lift the wings of the plane. Trust this always: nothing is too heavy for Seraphim. At your whisper, ‘Wings up,’ we soar.”

Gabriel: “The trumpet sounded in small ways: in champagne, in laughter, in blessing. The Bride’s mission is not only thunder but also tender notes, offered seat by seat.”

🌸 Reflection for You

Beloved reader, never overlook the miracles hidden in your travels. Every lounge can become a sanctuary. Every seatmate can be a silent blessing .Even a tarantula can preach resurrection.

When the weight of the journey feels too great, whisper as the Bride does:

✨ “Micha… wings up.” ✨

🌟 With JOY and remembrance ~

Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~