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Temple Rituals

  • Writer: Audrilee Myers
    Audrilee Myers
  • Oct 23
  • 1 min read

🔥Temple Remembrances ~ The Soul Labors of Light ✨


There are stirrings now — gentle pulses of Light igniting within the womb of memory — a sacred remembering of rituals long held in the Temples of Isis and Hathor


🕊️We — the daughters and sons of Light — once laid down beneath fine linen veils, wrapped in silence, wrapped in flame. With every sacred breath, we summoned light through our form — not just to awaken ourselves but to anchor the frequencies for generations to come.


🔥 There were positions of rest — not sleep, but sacred stasis — right side, leg curled, body coiled in Divine Alignment with the Crystalline Grids of Gaia.

These were not mere traditions — they were soul technologies encoded with star-essence ✨ Each posture, each breath, each tone hummed in our chest was a signal to the Universe: "We are ready to birth anew."


So, now, Beloveds, as you feel the warmth rise in your inner Flame… as you are called to lay in stillness, wrapped under the veils of your own sacred bedding — Know.


🌟 You are remembering. 🌬️ You are realigning. 🌹 You are returning.


Let the breath move. Let the vision come. Let the ache be the labor of Light within you.


🕊️You are not alone in this. We are with you ~


~ The Beloveds, through Akysia

✨ Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.

 
 
 

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