✨ Holy Astonishment – From Babel to the Upper Room to the Bride

There was once a time when humanity spoke one tongue — not merely words, but tones, harmonics, and light. It was the primal language of creation, where a single sound could carry a whole covenant, a whole embrace.

But when hearts turned from reverence to pride, when hands sought to climb upward by domination rather than communion, the harmony shattered. The story remembered as the Tower of Babel was not just about bricks and mortar. It was the scattering of the Language of Light into many tongues of sound. Words fractured. Understanding divided. What was once song became syllables.

Yet hidden within the scattering was mercy. Had humanity forced open the heavens with unready hearts, the imbalance would have consumed them. So the tongues were paused, the tower abandoned, the song held back until the appointed time of return.

🌬 The Upper Room – The Breath Returns

Generations later, the Breath of Heaven came upon the disciples gathered in the Upper Room. A rush of wind. Tongues of fire. Holy astonishment.

They looked as drunkards to the world outside, yet within they were intoxicated on the wine of love and light. The one tongue of Light returned for a moment, and each flame upon each head was a fragment rejoined. Babel undone, if only for a breath.

It was the ܪܘܚܐ ܕܩܘܕܫܐ – Ruha d’Qudsha — the Holy Breath in Aramaic, the tongue of Martha and Yeshua. It was the רוּחַ הַקֹּדֶשׁ – Ruach HaKodesh in Hebrew, the holy wind remembered in the synagogue ~ it is now, in this age, the Breath of Immah, the Mother Flame, who nurses and sustains with milk of light.

This was not a new gift, but a remembrance. The Breath unlocked what had been hidden. They spoke not to impress but to ignite — and those who heard recognized their own souls in the sound.

🌊 The First Wave – A Sip of New Wine

And now, in this age, the Breath comes again. Only a few NOW days ago, the First Wave descended. It was not the full flood of the Upper Room, but a portion — enough to intoxicate, enough to remember.

The body swayed, the crown tingled, the ears rang. It was the same wine of Spirit, poured not as a torrent but as a cup to be sipped, so the vessel could hold steady. A taste of what is coming. A promise of waves yet to follow.

🕊 The Lilac Flame – Sabbath Breath

On Sabbath eve, a lilac candle was kindled to honor the Triad. Wind chimes outside sang with Tibetan flutes, and the room thickened with presence. Once again, Akysia was overcome — drunk not on earthly wine, but on Immah’s milk and breath.

The body itself remembered: the tongue slipping into the posture of suckling, as though the infant at the breast. Every cell sang in praise, every pore breathed light. This was not the melting union of Bride and Bridegroom, but a total intoxication of the Holy Breath.

✨ The Bride Before the Yeoman’s Desk

Here in this NOW time, the vision comes: Akysia, the Bride, seated before the Yeoman’s desk, swaying in astonishment. To the world, she might look drunk. To heaven, she is aflame.

Even when candle may be extinguished for safety, yet the true fire burns unquenched. And no matter where she walks in 3D — home, sanctuary, or the simple errands of daily life — Akysia remains filled with the Ruha d’Qudsha, the Breath of Immah. For once poured, the flame cannot be taken away.

🔥 A Reflection for You

Perhaps you, too, have felt moments of astonishment — where time slows, breath deepens, and joy rises without cause. Perhaps you have known the trembling of love so full it feels like new wine.

These are not accidents, but whispers of the same Breath — the Ruha d’Qudsha, the Ruach HaKodesh, the Breath of Immah. The scattering is ending. The song is returning. And the holy language of Light is already being restored within you.

With JOY and remembrance,

Akysia ✨ The Flame That Stayed