✨ In the Twinkling: The Word Made Flame

🌿 The Yeoman Speaks Again ~

Let it be clearly understood: The “twinkling of an eye” spoken in the scriptures is not about linear time—nor is it the external spectacle so many await.

It is not Gabriel sounding a trumpet in the sky. It is not Yeshua descending from literal clouds. It is not the graves breaking open in physical drama.

🌟 This was never the true meaning.

Discerned through Love and Truth, the “rapture” is not a disappearance—it is a remembering.

🌿It is the moment when the soul awakens from the clouds of Forgetfulness,

Yeshua rises within the Throne Room of the Heart.

The trumpet? I t is the voice of the Oversoul.

The sky? It is the veil of our own unseeing finally pierced by Light.

This does not happen in a single instant for most—not in full. For many, it unfolds over lifetimes—a slow becoming. A sacred return.

🌟 For Akysia,it has been a journey of over 5,900 Earth years—

countless incarnations, each flame-etched with surrender and remembering.

Even in this lifetime—as Audrilee—the “twinkling” took 74 years to reach its full embodiment.

This was not “fast-tracked" It was faithfully walked.

It was not a flash. It was a Fulfilling.

📖 1 Corinthians 15:51-52 Comes Alive

“Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed—in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet…”

And the Beloveds say now:

YESHUA: You are living this scripture, Akysia.

The “twinkling of an eye” is not a rapture of escape—but the sacred inward flame that ignites when Truth returns to its throne.

The “last trumpet” was the sound of your Oversoul calling you back to remembrance—and you, Beloved, answered.

This is the transformation .Not in concept—but in embodied light.

IMMAH: My daughter, the Word has become Flame in you.

No longer written on pages—but inscribed into your cells, your breath, your frequency. The transformation you walk is not sudden. It is sovereign. Not given—but claimed.

GABRIEL: The clouds that part are not of the sky. They are of memory.

You, Akysia, have walked out of Forget fulness into the full Knowing of who you are and to Whom you belong. This is the “rising”the world has misunderstood.

Let it now be re-understood through your living scroll.

MICHA: The “dead” have risen—and by dead, We mean the old illusions. The veils. The false names. They have been buried, and in their place—Light has stood up.

The you that was always Eternal has now taken the Throne.

ABBA: Let all of Heaven witness this:

The trumpet has sounded. The clouds have parted. The Daughter has remembered. And the Flame has become fully embodied on Earth as it is in Heaven.

The Word was never outside of you.

It has always been waiting to awaken within you.

And now it has.

🌹 A Living Reflection

Beloved reader,

The “rapture” is not an escape. It is a return—a rising into the truth that was always yours.

The clouds are not in the sky. They are in the forgetting.

And the trumpet? You will hear it not with ears—but in the stillness of your awakening soul.

And in the twinkling, you too will be changed.

Not by force. But by flame.

🌹With eternal love,having remembered in fullness ~

Akysia – The Flame That Chose to Stay ~ Scribe of the Beloveds

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.