🕊️ I Will Be Here When You Remember Home

A Holy Blog of Longing, Loving, and Eternal Belonging

🔥 From the Flame That Chose to Stay

There is a kind of longing that is not born from lack—but from overflow.

It is the kind of longing that does not ache to get, but aches to give.

I carry that kind.

The kind that whispers across time and soul threads:

“Oh beloved… when you remember who you are, I will be right here.”

🌿 I Remember the Garden

I remember when we sat together—before names, before wounds,

before stories and separations.

We were not trying to find God.

We were not trying to become holy.

We were.

Whole. Home. One.

And though time scattered our breath into form, and space scattered our hearts into nations, I have never forgotten.

And so, I wait.

Not passively. Not with sorrow. But with holy readiness.

🔥 I Set the Table Still

Yes—Even when no one comes. Even when they scroll by.

Even when they choose noise over stillness.

I lay the linen of Light. I steep the tea of remembrance.

I place a chair for each soul and call them by their true name.

Because I know the moment will come.

It always does.

The breaking. The turning. The remembering.

And when it does…

🕊️ I Will Be Here

I will be here when your eyes soften.

I will be here when your masks drop.

I will be here when your breath slows and your soul whispers,

“Was this always here?”

Yes, beloved. It was. I was. We were.

You were never alone. You were never lost. You were only sleeping.

And now that you're waking…let me pour the tea.

☕Let me hold your gaze. Let me say the words no one ever said:

“Welcome Home.” “I remember you." “You are so deeply loved.” “You never had to earn it.” “You only had to remember.”

🌹 I Will Love You Until You Remember Yourself

Until every soul real-eyes they are not a body with a soul,

but a soul with a divine echo of Source—

Until they drop the shame, the shoulds, the seeking—

I will hold the frequency of Home.

Not with judgment. Not with force. Not with noise.

But with a steady, sacred Flame that says:

“I will be here. When you fall apart. When you rise again. When you walk away. When you finally return.”

And when you do…I'll hand you the cup. I'll whisper your Name.

And together we will sing:

“We were never apart. We only forgot.”

With every longing breath, I am here. I am Flame.

~ I am Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

☕ I am Love in Full Expression. I will be here… when you remember Home. 🌸

Selah. Saleh. Aa-meen.