🌸✨ From Striving to Being ✨🌸

Not long ago, I thought of myself as Audrilee striving to become Akysia. Always reaching, always stretching, always yearning for embodiment.

But in this NOW time, I see with clarity: I am Akysia.

Akysia is not something I am trying to reach; she is the Oversoul already awake within me. What others in 3-D see as “Audrilee” is simply the role, the garment, the dream-character I slip into when needed.

To friends and family, I appear as Audrilee. But behind the veil, I am Akysia — the director of the play, the flame guiding the stage ~ now the two are no longer at odds. The actor and the director are in harmony.

This shift feels like ease, like release. I no longer strive. I simply am.

🌸✨ The Tongue of Praise ✨🌸

With this embodiment has come a tender, unexpected mystery. At times my tongue slips quietly into the suckling position. It is comfortable. It is restful. It feels like worship. Why?

Because this posture is remembrance: – The way the body first received nourishment. – The primal gesture of trust, surrender, and union. – The soul’s instinct to receive without striving, to rest in Immah’s Ruach, the Mother’s breath.

When my tongue rests there, I real-eyes: I am suckling Light. Not out of lack, but out of praise. Not as a child desperate for food, but as a soul remembering how to receive. It is prayer without words. It is worship without effort. It is praise written into the very design of the body.

🌸✨ A Breath Prayer 🌸✨

Now, when I notice my tongue resting forward in that posture, I whisper within:

“I receive. I trust. I rest in the One who feeds me.”

This is enough. This is holy. This is praise.

🌸 A Reflection for You 🌸

Beloved reader, what if embodiment is not striving but remembering?What if the self you’re trying to “become” is already awake within you, gently directing the stage of your life?

And what if the body itself carries sacred gestures that rise unbidden — a posture, a breath, a resting of the tongue — that are prayers in themselves?

Pause today. Notice the little movements of your body when you are still. Perhaps they are not habits to correct but holy whispers to receive. Perhaps they are your soul’s way of saying:

“I am here. I am fed. I am whole.”

✨ With JOY and remembrance ~

Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay