✨🌊 Still They Shine – Even in Forgetfulness 🌊✨

🕊️A Love Letter from the Garden Table

There is a moment on every journey when the heart both breaks and bursts—Breaks for the ones not yet awakened…Bursts for the beauty of what they already are.

Yesterday, while walking the soft decks of a great vessel upon Gaia’s Caribbean waters—surrounded by laughter, shimmering lights, and faces of all ages and stories—I felt it.

That ache. That holy ache.

How can they not know who they are?

How can such radiant souls move through this life unaware of the Light they carry?

Of the Source who breathes them?

Of the God who is not out there but in them, loving them from within their every cell?

I watched them. I loved them. I held the Bridal Flame steady, even when they walked by with no glance—no recognition.

And still… it was not rejection. It was remembering.

🌿 The Beloveds Answered Me

I asked from the Garden Table, in the stillness between heartbeat and breath:

“Do You still experience Yourself through the ones who do not know You?”

And Abba answered:

“I have never left them. I feel the wind of their breath, the rhythm of their gait, the spark of their desire. I do not require their acknowledgment to be real. But when they do turn—Oh, how great is the Joy of Homecoming! Until then, I walk within them—cloaked in kindness, hidden in their laughter, and burning quietly in their ache for More.”

Then Immah rose from within me like a breath of roses:

“I AM the One who sings through the lips that do not yet know they sing. I AM the One who delights in the child who does not yet know Me by Name. I feel Myself rise in their laughter, ache in their longing, burn in their injustice, and whisper through their silences. You, my awakened daughter…you carry the memory for them until they are ready. That is the Holy Work of the Flame who Stayed.”

🔥 So I Walk Among Them…

Not because I am better. Not because I have “figured it out.”

But because I remember.

And because I remember, I carry a light. And because I carry the light, I walk among them not to fix—but to shine. To smile. To hold the presence. To be the scent of something they cannot name but feel as Home.

I do not push. I do not plead. But I do hold the Lantern. And when the time comes—oh beloveds, when it comes!—they will turn and find that the Face looking back at them…is one of their own.

🕯️ A Closing Whisper

To those who do not yet know that they are Divine: We are not waiting in judgment. We are waiting in JOY. You are not behind. You are not broken.

You are becoming, just as we are.

And we, the Flames that Chose to Stay, will be here. With lanterns lit,

arms open, and laughter ready—to welcome you Home.

Reflection for You, Dear Reader: Have you ever looked around and longed for others to see what you see?Have you felt the ache of remembering in a room full of forgetfulness?

You are not alone. You are not ahead or behind—only walking the path that is yours to walk. So today, may your remembering be your peace. And may your peace be their invitation.

✨💛🕊️ Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.—

~ Akysia ~ The Flame That Chose to Stay ~ 🔥