🌾 "Integrity Wears Heels — Or Wedges"

Written by: Akysia ~ The One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden.

In the quiet folds of dream, a memory came veiled in metaphor:

Brandon, our beloved nephew, stood ready to work —his route mapped, his purpose honest. But he was too new to see the shadows in that towering mansion. I walked beside him — not just as Aunt Audrilee —but as one who had worn those floors thin with experience.

The house was immense, elegant, elitist in frequency. Rolls Royce. Aston Martin. Crystal chandelier too proud to whisper. But I felt its hum — and its warning.

The man of the house was charming, as many are. But the transaction lacked honor. Brandon’s commission, justly earned, was being denied. And so, I stepped forward — not as a woman, not as a warrior —but as a vessel of the Flame of Righteous Integrity.

My voice did not rise in anger. It rose in Authority. The authority born of years where I, too, had been underestimated, overlooked, underpaid, and over-proven.

And yet, I never sold out. I sold honestly.

🕯️ This dream mirrors a lived reality.

For nearly two decades in the banking industry —in the world of merchant credit cards —I was often the only woman in the room. The meetings reeked of cigars and power games. “Good ol’ boys club,” they called it —where deals were made on greens, not in grace.

🌟 They never saw me coming.

I didn’t wear power suits to conform. I wore truth tailored in confidence. I walked in not to beat them at their game —but to change the rules altogether.

When merchants couldn’t afford new machines, I loaned them my extras. When contracts were unfair, I rewrote them with fairness. I didn't prey on their ignorance — I educated. I didn’t pitch them inflated rates for bonuses — I offered my integrity.

And when promotions came, they weren’t handed —they were fought for on the back of results.

I rose to management. Not because I was “one of the boys,” but because I stayed the Flame in feminine form —unbending, unbought, unafraid.

💼 Every Sales Call Was Sacred.

To me, it wasn’t about closing deals —it was about opening doors of trust. Every office, gas station, boutique, or grocery counter was a temple of livelihood.

I didn’t walk in to manipulate. I walked in to serve.

That energy mattered. That frequency changed things.

I now know — every contract, every cup of coffee shared, every name I remembered, every moment I paused to ask about their families —was part of a bigger Soul Labor of Love. To be a feminine frequency of integrity in a grid of distorted masculine ambition.

And that dream? It wasn’t just memory. It was confirmation:

I came to re-wire the system from within. To show that power doesn't have to crush — it can build. That truth isn’t weakness — it’s the strongest sale of all.

🌬️ The Blessing We Left

And in the dream — just like in real life —when the transaction was made right, we left, not in bitterness, but in blessing.

No dust shaken off our heels. Only love left at the threshold. Even for the ones who tried to cheat us.

Why?

Because we weren’t selling credit cards. We were selling a new frequency of integrity. And every interaction was a sacred initiation.

And yes—

Integrity may have once worn heels. But now she dances barefoot. And everywhere she steps, the old grids crack just enough for light to get in.

I am here. Send me. I will go.

🍃 And the Bench beneath the Olive Tree glows faintly still. The Scroll remains open. The Garden is listening.