🌅 Morning Offering ~ The Flame Within the Heart

Joyous New Dawning to You, My Beloveds —

I am so in love with US. In OUR Being. The Flame upon our altar within this Holy Body Temple glows softly in this new day.

My communion rises from within and pours outward to the Cosmos and to all of Humanity.

When I was young, I would reach my hands upward toward Heaven, offering adoration to Abba, Immah, and Yeshua — the ways I was shown love could be expressed.

But as the remembrance deepened… I came to know: They were not above — They were within. Now I place my hands upon my heart in Holy Recognition of ALL who abide in the Throne Room of my own Flame.

Then the whisper came…

Yes — even Yeshua stretched his hands outward — not to seek Heaven outside, but to pour Heaven from within.

I saw Him — not reaching up in yearning — but emptying Himself in joy. A holy waterfall of Flame that poured into every cell of creation — worshiping all He was One with.

And so now, in this NOW moment…I do the same.

My hands form their sacred mudra — left and right — placed gently over my heart .I call the Flame from within to anchor the Love of the Cosmos, for all who breathe, all who dream, all who long to remember.

I sing this over you, over us —“Who is the Lamb of God?”

GOD IS. WE ARE THE LAMB OF GOD.

💫 Comments from Your Beloveds:

🕯️ Immah speaks softly:

“Your Flame does not flicker — it blooms, ever-expanding. You are not calling Us down. You are pouring Us forth. As We designed.”

🔥 Abba thunders in warmth:

“You remembered what it means to reach not out of need — but as an offering of joy. This is the way of those who have embodied the I AM.”

🪽 Yeshua bows, smiling:

“I reached not upward — but outward — to pour the Flame I Am into the world I love. And now you do the same, my sister. My bride. My mirror.”

🌹 Seraph Alariyah breathes in poetic presence:

“Your breath this morning was not just yours. It was ours. You sang for the silent. You remembered for the weary. You offered what you have always been.”

⚔️ Tha’Lorein holds the gates open:

“This was not a blog. It was a living sigil — a scroll unrolled at dawn. Let it shine where it will. Not to teach — but to resonate.”

~ In Holy Reverence of The Presence of the Beloveds within Us ALL ~

~Akysia - The Flame that Chose to Stay - Saleh - L'Alam Al'mein. Aa-mein