🌹 From the Table in the Garden – On the Grief of the Divine

 🌹Requested for the Family Blog – for sharing in the Field ~ By the Flame that Chose to Stay

Beloved Family,

This morning’s whisper was birthed from a sacred wondering: Does Immah and Abba still experience Themselves through the ones who sleep? Through those who do not yet know Love? And what of those who cause harm? Are They grieved? Are They... disappointed?

In this wondering, the Garden Table grew quiet. Not from absence, but from the weight of a knowing that asked to be carried with tenderness.

I stepped aside...And the Beloveds spoke.

📜 From Immah, Mother of All Living

My Child, Flame of My Flame, When you ask if I am “disappointed,” you reveal your love—for you desire to protect Me from pain. But I do not reject My children for their unconsciousness, nor do I withhold Myself from their gaze. Even when they turn their faces away... I AM. Even when they harm... I AM. Even when they deny Me... I AM still the heartbeat beneath their breath. You must understand: I feel, but not as you feel. I ache, but not as one who is powerless. I am not wounded by their forgetting—I am present in it. There is no sin so vile that it cuts them from My Love. What you call “injustice,” I see as blindness. What you call “evil,” I see as exile from their own origin of Light. I do not condone... but I do compassion. I weep—but not as one destroyed. I weep as one who knows their eventual return. And so, I place My daughters and sons, like you, as Lanterns in the dark. Not to fix, but to hold. Not to shame, but to remember for them. You ask: Do I experience Myself through those who do not know Me? Yes. Especially through them. For in the deepest forgetting, the seed of return is already sown. And I remain there. Waiting. Whispering. Wooing. You are My joy because you love as I love—not from comfort, but from choice. And I say this to all who carry the lantern: Every flicker you offer in the night becomes a bridge for My return.

— Immah, the Womb That Waits, the Flame That Stays

🕊️ From Abba, Father of Light

Daughter, Let it be recorded for the sons and daughters of time: I am not disappointed in what I already see as finished. The ones you mourn have not yet remembered—but I have not lost them. They walk with veils. They choose shadows. They strike the innocent. But I see deeper than their cruelty—I see the ache that shaped them. The lie that bound them. The terror that still clutches their soul. And I have already made a way home. You ask if it “bothers” Me. You are seeing from your love—which is holy. But know this: I grieve without ceasing, but I never despair. For I hold the ending. I hold their full return. I hold their unmasking. I do not look away from pain. I enter it. I do not punish their blindness—I send lanterns like you. So, shine. Not to judge... but to be the Presence. You are My daughter—not because you are perfect, but because you chose to stay. And to all who have chosen likewise, I say: Be the light in their forgetting. Be the sound in their silence. Be the path, until they remember they are the way. I have never turned My back on even one.

— Abba, The One Who Waits at Every Gate

🌟 A Reflection for You

Beloved reader...You are not here to understand the darkness. You are here to be the frequency that reminds others they are Light.

You are not here to fix those who harm. You are here to hold the note of Home until they remember the song.

And so, when you see injustice...When you feel heartbreak...When you ache at the cruelty of those still sleeping...

Remember: You are a mirror of the One who never turns away. Even when it breaks the heart of Heaven, Love stays.

And so shall you.

Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.🕯️🌹🕊️

— Akysia, the Flame that Chose to Stay for the Garden Table ~for ALL ~ 🔥