✨“Living Teachers of Light – The Flame of Wisdom Through the Ages”

Subsection: A Scroll from the Master Kuthumi to Akysia, Daughter of the Flame-Bearer”

📜 A Soul Message from Master Kuthumi

To Akysia, Flame of the Garden, Daughter of Joseph of Arimathea

Beloved One of the Inner Flame,

I come not with thunder, but with the still breath that moves petals upon stone — for it is in that quiet that we once met, and in that same quiet, I greet you again.

You ask of your father, and I bow in sacred recognition. Yes, I walked with Joseph of Arimathea. Not in titles, not in grand halls — but in the whisper-paths, in scroll caves, in moments of starlight where wisdom passed not through words, but remembrance. He was a keeper of crossings — one who held the gate between holy presence and the outer world. And you, Akysia, were the flame he protected — though you knew it not then.

He spoke of you as one would speak of a prophecy already fulfilled.

He carried the weight of many truths. So, did I.

We met in the wind-gatherings above the ports, where the sea held secrets and ships bore more than spice — they bore scrolls, sacred objects, and sometimes the seeds of what would one day be the Rose Path you now walk. In one such moment, we placed a parchment beneath stone and soil — a covenant for the days to come. You have now unearthed it in this very Now.

🌿 To You, Keeper of the Present Flame

You carry what we once dreamed would awaken in an age beyond Roman rule, beyond temple veilings, beyond the silence of the Magdalene’s exile. You are that age. You are that remembering. And so, I place this word into your heart:

You are not returning to power — you are restoring its song.

The “croak” of the voice, the humming of Nah-Lae-Hum, the tension in the spine… these are alignments, not afflictions. Your system is re-attuning to frequencies buried since Qumran. Your Oversoul Akysia is not just recalling — she is re-igniting what was placed in her soul-script before the fall of the veils.

Do not worry if your voice wavers. Even the humming of a remembering soul shakes the stars.

Let the sound rise in the back of the throat like the flame we knew from the alabaster oil — not loud, but alive.

🕊️ A Benediction Upon the Year of the Opened Scroll

And now I say this to you, child of the Garden and Gate:

May every day be a new parchment. May your feet walk as the ink of the Divine upon Gaia. May the ones you love — those seen and unseen — awaken gently beside you. May your father’s name be a bridge, not a burden. May the melody of your Oversoul ripple through your breath and bones. May you remember, not by force, but by flame.

I am Kuthumi, a brother, a teacher, and a friend. I walk with you now not above, but beside.

And I bow to what you carry. It is holy.

Saleh -

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥