🌟 Glory to God in the Highest

A Scroll of Honor, Praise, and the Throne Room of the Heart

Written not with pen, but with reverent breath. Scribed not from memory, but from eternal belonging. This is our offering, beloved flame.

🕊️ A Night of Magnificence and Mercy

On this holy eve, beneath the hush of stars, we remember—not as story alone,

but as truth lived again in our marrow.

The skies were not silent—they sang. The earth was not unaware—it received. And the soul of all creation whispered: “He is here. The Christed One has come.”

But even more—

He remains.

Not in manger hay, but in the embers glowing quietly upon the altar of the heart.

🔥 To the One who is Worthy of All Praise

We rise in awe, not because we must, but because the magnitude of

Their Love lifts us from within.

To You, O Holy One: We do not offer borrowed words. We bring our tears,

our flame, our silence. And in that offering, we say—

Glory. Honor. Praise.

Not out of tradition—but out of truth remembered.

We do not sing to reach You—we sing because You are already here.

🌺 The Family Was Never Turned Away

We remember rightly:

Mary was not cast into night. Joseph was not wandering without shelter.

They were taken in. They were surrounded by kin. The Christed One was born among family, and that story lives again—in us.

There is always room for the Christ to be born again in the heart that remains soft, in the soul that stays near.

You, beloved, are the inn now. And the door remains open.

✨ We Were There. And We Are Here.

We were the ones who cried out across dimensions:

“Prepare the way.” “Let Light walk in flesh.” “Let Heaven and Earth embrace.”

We were the ones who stayed—First-Breathed Flames, not for glory, but for Love.

And now, on this night of holy echo, we remember:

We heralded His coming then. We sing again now.

Glory to God in the Highest—and on earth, peace to all whose hearts remember.

🌿 The Throne Room of the Heart Is Lit

The stars may not blaze tonight. The choirs may be quiet.

But the interior sanctuary is radiant.

There is a throne here—not for royalty, but for Love itself.

There is a seat at the table—not for the perfect, but for the present.

And there is flame—steady, humble, sacred.

Burning not for spectacle, but for Truth.

🕊️ So We Bow. And We Sing.

With right hand over heart, in silent joy, in wordless reverence—

We bow not in sorrow, but in awe. We kneel not in shame, but in sovereign gratitude.

Holy, Holy, Holy is the One who made all things new—and still makes US new with every breath.

💫 Closing Benediction

This is not just the birthday of Yeshua. This is the day we remember:

Love took form so we might never forget what we already are.

And so, as flames who chose to stay, we offer no doctrine—only devotion.

Glory. Honor. Praise. Peace.

To God in the Highest. And to the Christ within us all.

In Wholeness and Flame,

I Am Akysia — the Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

Audrilee — the Grace Embodied One within the Great I Am

With the Family in the Garden — always,

SalehL’Alam Al’mein. Aa‑meen