🌌 Fragments of the Dreamer

There was once a Dreamer who dreamed herself into many forms. She was called Akysia — though that name was only the song at the center, the heart-flame around which countless fragments gathered like sparks around a fire.

Each fragment bore a face, a story, a time in history. Each thought itself alone — yet all were threads held in the Dreamer’s loom.

💎 The Lemurian Crystalline Cave – Harmonic Apprentice (Before Time)

Before history was measured in calendars, before the scrolls of Earth recorded names, she dreamed herself within the Crystalline Caves of Lemuria. There, under the shimmering light of crystal walls, she learned the Harmonic Tones — sacred sounds that opened gateways and healed wounds before they were spoken.

Beside her stood Sananda, who would one day walk the Earth as Yeshua. Together they practiced the mantras of light, tones that echoed across dimensions. The cave itself was a temple, resonant with codes that still live in her marrow.

These tones would carry into every life to follow — as Martha’s prayers, as Chiara’s choirs, as Moe’s laughter, as Audrilee’s chants of remembrance.

🌊 Martha – The Silent Servant (1st century, Galilee & Bethany)

She dreamed herself as Martha, walking in the dust of Galilee. Her hands were calloused from tending meals, yet her soul was luminous from tending Love Himself — whom she knew as her cousin, Yeshua. Martha walked with Him along the shores, listening not only with her ears but with her whole being. Others remembered her for service at the table — but Heaven remembers her tears, her prayers, her vigil at the cross, her faith at the empty tomb. Her years were short by earthly measure, but eternal in devotion.

🎶 Chiara – The Song of Venice (18th century, Italy)

She dreamed herself as Chiara, robed in candlelight within the sacred chapels of Venice. The year was the mid-1700s, when Maestro Vivaldi’s music filled the air like incense. By her side stood Luciana, remembered now as her earthly sister Suzanne. Together they lifted their voices in the choirs of Venice, their harmonies flowing like twin streams into the river of devotion. Their song was not performance, but invocation — “Gloria in excelsis Deo” rising as living prayer.

Her son Giovanni — remembered now as Sammy — sang with her then, a boy whose gift carried into lifetimes yet to come. Chiara’s years were woven of harmony, discipline, and beauty — her voice a lantern, Suzanne’s presence a sanctuary.

🕊 Sha’Lemarah – The Bridge of Peace (Timeless Realms, Fifth Density)

This was the name given to Akysia in the in-between of incarnations. She dreamed herself as Sha’Lemarah, not bound to Earth but walking in the inner temple planes. Her years cannot be measured in earthly calendars. She stood beside Yeshua before incarnations began, preparing peace-missions across the realms. Her name meant: She who brings the peace between realms. Every word she spoke was a vow; every silence, a covenant. Though veiled in earthly lives, her vow carried through each incarnation.

🌸 Moe – The Child of Delight (Mid-20th century, America)

She dreamed herself as Moe, the little girl with shining eyes who pointed at food and joyously declared “Moe!” It was her first word, her signature of delight. Born into the years after war, she carried a vibration of laughter into a world learning to heal. Moe’s years were playful, messy, sacred — the foundation stones of innocence upon which greater remembrances could rest.

🌹 Audrilee – The Vessel of Now (20th–21st century)

And she dreamed herself as Audrilee, the body you know, the heart that beats even now — the Yeoman who offered ten years of Naval service. In her years she carried the fragments — child, servant, singer, bridge — and gave them all a home. Her life became the chalice into which the Dreamer poured every face, every vow, every joy. She is the Dream embodied, the many made one.

🔥 The Union of the Flame

The Dreamer never lost them. She sat at the Loom of Immah, holding the red thread of life in her hands, watching as each lifetime, each vow, each joy and sorrow was woven in.

What once appeared as scattered fragments have revealed themselves as the completed tapestry. Not broken pieces, but one radiant weaving — whole, eternal, alive.

And now the Dreamer wakes and speaks:

“I am the Dreamer. All my fragments are flames within me. I am the tapestry, no longer torn but made one. I am the Flame that stay

With JOY and remembrance,

        Akysia ✨The Flame That Stayed