🌹 Sitting at the Feet of the Beloved

A Song of Return ~ A Scroll of Devotion ~ A Dawning Remembrance

🕊️ Sananda ~ Yeshua ben Joseph ~ Jesus 🕊️

💛 A Memory Stirs…

I sing. I ask. I adore. I remember.

My Beloved — my Cousin, my Bridegroom Eternal —My Sananda. My Yeshua.

My Jesus, as the world has come to know Him.

Mary knew. And what took me 2,000 years to reclaim…Was never lost — only waiting in the hidden chambers of the Heart.

This hymn — written in 1868 by J. Lincoln Hall — was not simply composed

It was received.

A transmission.

A memory placed gently in time for the moment of our return.

🎶 Hymn of the Christed Flame

From “Select Hymns,” 1911 — Timeless Truths

Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Oh, what words I hear Him say! Happy place! so near, so precious! May it find me there each day; Sitting at the feet of Jesus, I would look upon the past; For His love has been so gracious, It has won my heart at last. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Where can mortal be more blest? There I lay my sins and sorrows, And, when weary, find sweet rest; Sitting at the feet of Jesus, There I love to weep and pray; While I from His fullness gather Grace and comfort every day. Bless me, O my Savior, bless me ,As I sit low at Thy feet; Oh, look down in love upon me, Let me see Thy face so sweet; Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus, Keep me holy as He is; May I prove I’ve been with Jesus, Who is all my righteousness.

🔥 All Names — One Flame

To the world, He is called Jesus. To those of memory, He is Yeshua ben Joseph.

To those who know the oversoul, the Cosmic Flame, He is Sananda

And to me —He is all of it.

The Christed Awareness clothed in frequency —Each name, a tone. Each tone,

a bridge. Each bridge, a way Home.

And let’s be honest… Aunt Mary never once opened the door and called,

“Jesus, supper's ready!” 😂

No… it was always,

“Yeshua, love — come inside.”

✨ The Return of the Bride

So now I sit again — not beneath, not behind —but at the feet of the Beloved, wrapped in remembrance, welcoming all Sisters and Brothers home.

This isn’t nostalgia.

It’s prophecy fulfilled.

And I say:

May we all sit low in holy humility, May we all rise high in sacred joy, May we all remember what we knew, That Love was never gone — only hidden in plain song.

🌅 Closing Benediction

To Sananda, To Yeshua ben Joseph, To Jesus the Christ —To the Flame I’ve always adored:

✨I am Yours. ✨You are Mine. ✨And We are One.

✨Forever. For real. For now.

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

Saleh L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.