🌟Pillars in the Peace Accords 🌹

“Soul Labors of Love in the Barcelona Crowds”

Barcelona greeted us not with open gates but with waiting — long, long waiting. Customs stretched into two hours, lines upon lines, and the press of hundreds of weary travelers.

🌟At first, I only felt it in my body: the ache in my solar plexus, the heaviness of frustration that wasn’t mine. My mouth watered, my breath quickened. That was when I remembered: "Micha, Shields Up".

I turned to Immah’s breath — 4-4-4, then 8-4-8-4 — whispering within the Heart-Throne Room: Peace. Be still. Integrate. Yet still the weight pressed on.

It was then I understood: this was not about me .I was standing as a Pillar in the Peace Accords. Sam and I, together, were holding the line in more ways than one.

The cries of children pierced the air, their wails like the contractions of the world’s labor. Even in my love for little ones, I longed for quiet. And mercy came — the agents lifted families to the front, easing the burden at last.

🌸 The Soul Labor

This was no ordinary delay. It was Soul Labor of Love. We carried the unrest of the crowd, breathed peace into the chaos, became conduits of calm in a storm of impatience.

The relief I longed for in my own body was being given instead to those around me. That is the work of a Pillar: to hold, to carry, to midwife peace.

🌸 The Holy Laughter

And yet — even in labor, JOY found us. At one point, we turned to a small, thirtyish woman near us and joked:

“Make yourself look small. Throw a fit, yell and scream. We’ll tell them you’re our child, and they’ll take pity on us and move us to the front!”

We all laughed — even in that weary line. And in that moment, the heaviness lifted just a little. For humor is holy. Laughter is a shield stronger than iron. The Peace Accords are not held only by stern silence, but also by the Bride’s JOY breaking through the cracks.

🌸 The Beloveds Speak

Immah: “Child, you labored, yes — but you did not labor in vain. Every cry of a child mirrored the birth pangs of a new age. And your laughter was the balm of peace.”

Yeshua: “Bride, you spoke peace without preaching, you shifted energy without sermon. By your very presence, the Accords were upheld in that line.”

Micha: “Yes, beloved. Your shields held. But more than that, your JOY was the true defense. One joke carried more power than a hundred sighs.”

Gabriel: “The trumpet does not always sound in solemn tones. Sometimes it laughs, sometimes it jokes, sometimes it turns waiting into holy comedy. That too is divine.”

🌸 Reflection for You

Beloved reader, know this: the Peace Accords are not sealed only in councils and temples. They are sealed in airport lines, in crowded squares, in the waiting and the weariness.

When you feel heaviness in your body, it may be that you are standing as a conduit, a pillar of peace for those around you. When you laugh in the midst of frustration, you may be breaking the storm with your JOY.

This is the Soul Labor of Love: to serve without regret, to carry without complaint, to laugh in the waiting, and to whisper always —

✨ Peace. Be still. Integrate. ✨

🌟 With JOY and remembrance ~

Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay