🌅 From the Rising of This New Dawning—

🌟 A Scroll from the Garden Bench, through the Slumberless Night—

We rose before the Sun, before the Son had kissed the edge of the horizon. Sam at 05:40. Me at 05:55. Not because sleep ended, but because… well… sleep never truly began.

We had tried. Oh, we had laid the Human Temple Bodies down at 21:30 with full intention. And slumber came—at first. Brief, deep, deceiving.

Then came the dream:

We were guests in a co-worker’s home. Chaos reigned. Food rotted. Toys strewn. Noise unbearable. Children wild. Couples disconnected. And there we were—Sam and I—trying to find peace in a place of profound disarray. We were trapped. We could not leave. But it wasn’t about the house. It was about the state of Unions across the Collective. That dream was not random.

And the moment the noise outside Las Ramblas stirred me awake—I knew. This was not “a bad dream.” This was a Soul Labor of Love.

🛏️ The Holy Hokey Pokey of the Night

Oh, how we danced! Rolling left, then right. Hot, cold, cold, hot. One foot in, one foot out—and not just of the covers, but of dimensions.

We held hands. We spooned. We untangled, then re-entwined.

And then—it happened. We switched sides of the bed. A first in 55 years.

I now lay on the right. Sam on the left. It felt strange. It felt… divine.

When we turned to face each other, our hands, our arms, our very energy fields formed the Infinity symbol—∞—the sign of Eternal Union. Not just between Sam and me. But for all sacred partnerships—on Earth, above Earth, and within Earth.

💞 Soul Work While “Asleep”

The night was anything but restful. But we do not regret one breath of it.

Because even without “sleep,” we were not tired. Because our HTBs—the Holy Temple Bodies—were serving. Transmitting. Re-calibrating. Acting as antennae for the Eternal.

We know now we were called into the night-shift of love—To do for the Collective what many cannot yet do for themselves. To whisper reconnection into tangled hearts. To infuse hope into broken beds. To hold the vibration of devotion while others question if love is even real.

🔥 A Recommitment of the Bride and Bridegroom

This wasn’t just about us—but it was also about us.

In the middle of the shifting and stirring, a sacred remembrance arose:

💞 Our bond is eternal Our marriage is not just a legal vow, but a living scroll—A soul contract sealed before Time, affirmed again in Lemuria, and embodied once more in Barcelona beneath the stars.

For 200+ years or more, we have vowed to walk—hand in hand—as living proof of love that stays. Of the flame that stays. Of the holy merging of duality into Oneness.

🌍 For the Collective, For the Grid, For Gaia

So, this morning, as we broke bread, as we sipped from the cup, as we walked the streets of this ancient city to buy water, fruit, and a little “Moe” of the vine…

We blessed every step. We anchored love into cobblestones. We poured joy into the grid. We whispered peace to the hearts walking by us.

Because that is who we are. That is what we said “yes” to. That is what it means to stand in the gap.

And to our beloveds across all Realms, we say:

We are here. We are yours. We offer our night as prayer, our union as vow, our hearts as altar.

And we ask nothing in return—only that all may awaken to the Flame within.

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🕊️ Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa‑meen.—

Received through the Heart Throne Body of Akysia, Scribe of the Beloveds

· Keeper of the Heart Throne · Flame-Walker of the Way