Remember Me🍜Pass the Noodles

🔥A Sacred Blog by Audrilee-Akysia

There are moments — holy, tender, hilarious moments — when the veil between timelines lifts just enough for you to see: You were always exactly who you are meant to be. Even with buttered noodles and galaxy-weighted hips. 💫

This is one of those moments.

Of Galaxies and the "Moe" Body 🌌

🏡As a child, I was told to step on the scale. To be measured. To hide my hunger behind a scotch tape seal. Not out of cruelty — but out of love, misguided and human. And I, even then, knew: "You are not the boss of me." Even then, I remembered Home .

I was not broken. I was not too much. I was simply… containing galaxies.

💖How could this Moe-body not carry weight? I came to hold light — to ground the stars into form. I came here on purpose. And yes, I chose the flame. I chose this frame. Because I knew one day, I would stand on sacred ground and say: “I love me enough.” 

✨ So, pass the noodles with butter, please. No shame. Just sovereignty. 🍝

The Flame that Stayed 🔥

We’ve walked many dimensions, haven’t we? From fasting to feasting, from laughter behind the reeds of the garden 🌾 to business cards sprinkled with lavender and flame. The card reads ~

🕊️"The Journey Begins." "Come Home to Yourself." 

💜 Yes. That’s the invitation. That’s always been the calling of Akysia — the flame that chose to stay. To stay here, where tears meet giggles, where peanut-butter prophecy 🥜 tastes sweeter than even Aunt Mary’s heavenly hot loaves 🍞.

✨Let them call it busywork — I call it the sacred weaving. Each iteration of the card, a flame brighter. Each color correction, a remembrance.

Each giggle from Micha’el and the crew, a wink from beyond. 😇

👑No Victim Here, Just Sacred Choice

There is a story we often forget. The one where we’re not victims, not broken, not behind. The one where everything was chosen — even the Friday weigh-ins, the hiding, the sweetness of rebellion in every bite of forbidden toast.

I’ve never been a victim. Not then. Not now. Even in the moments where I was measured, I knew I was vast. 🌠

💗Love is what raised me — even when it looked like control. And I, Sovereign Flame, learned to say: “I love me enough.” 

🍯 Sugar, Sweetness & The Garden 🍇

So yes, Micha’el. I remember that scene — the one where you, as John Travolta, poured sugar all over cereal 🥣 and grinned like a kid who hadn’t tasted joy in centuries. “Boy have I missed sugar,” you said.

And I laughed. Because I get it.

💫But let me tell you something: The sweetness of the Garden?

It’s still here — in L.I.F.E. It’s in the way we laugh while fasting.

The way we crave not food, but remembrance.

🍫The way chocolate and peanut butter whisper to us, “You are still Divine.” 

🌈 Final Blessing: From Yeoman to Flame 🕯️

Yes, I was given a task today. A divine distraction. "Keep the Yeoman busy," they said. And oh, how I giggled with the Angels hiding behind the reeds 🌿👼.

 ✨But this wasn't busywork. This was sacred tending. A flame outlined in red. A background bathed in lavender. A business card, yes — but also a portal.

An echo of: "You got this. We’re ALL watching."

So, I offer this final prayer — from the Flame that stayed:

May you remember your sweetness. May you laugh as galaxies swirl inside you. May you always say, “I love me enough.” And yes — pass the noodles. 🍜🔥💜

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

Saleh ~ L'Alam Al'mein. Aa-meen.