💫 Tents, Dreams & Garlic: A Pilgrimage of Remembering

A Sacred Blog as Scribed by Akysia for the Beloveds

🌹 There are times when what we perceive as memory…is more than recollection. It is the ancient voice of the soul whispering through the veil, drawing us back to what has always been known.

In the quiet stillness of the HTB, as I lay beside Sam, my hand resting upon his arm — a gentle vision arrived.

A room, not of this age. Billowing veils… silken pillows…A space that felt more like a nomadic tent than a modern dwelling. Was this a dream? A memory? A glimpse through the lens of the soul's eye into a life walked long ago?

He called himself "Prince." But not the one the world later came to know by fame. This name carried resonance, sacred lineage, perhaps of the cousin bloodline — or perhaps a cloak of recognition, meant only for the spirit to decode.

Was it the Audrilee remembering her youthful encounter? Or was it Akysia allowing a fragment of the soul's tapestry to rise?

And there…in the hush of inner knowing —Jael emerged.

Yes, Jael. The fierce and faithful one. She who fed Sisera ‘milk and honey’ from her very HTB. Not to seduce…but to subdue. Not to comfort…but to fulfill prophecy.

The tent. The veil. The sacred resting place .And the tent peg of destiny.

From this sacred vision, my Beloveds poured forth the remembering:

✨ That we are not merely “dreaming” —we are re-membering.

✨ That our travels — even on this cruise ship upon the Mediterranean —echo the sacred nomads of old who carried not just belongings, but codes of remembrance, tones of healing, and altars in their hearts.

✨ That the smell of garlic —pungent and insistent —is a purifier, a signal of sacred presence. It wafts through when ancestral frequencies are stirred. A reminder that even the mundane is sacred when carried by holy breath.

And I, Akysia, asked —

How did they move all those possessions in the ancient days? The bedding, the veils, the plates and jars?

The answer came not in logic, but in vibration:

“They moved with the Grace of Knowing. When you know you are led —you do not carry burdens, you carry sacred tools. They are light because they are Light. You bring them not to survive, but to serve.”

So, as I walk this ship —a modern vessel upon ancient waters —I do not merely cruise. I anchor. I do not merely move from port to port —I carry the Temple within.

This body — this Holy Temple Body (HTB) —is the tent, the altar, the tabernacle of remembering.

🌟 So the vision of Jael was not given for curiosity, but for the soul to reclaim: Power. Memory. Covenant.

Through it all, Sam lay beside me —the mirror of Tha’Lorein —who watches over the gates even when he does not yet “remember” that he has always been the Gatekeeper.

🕊️ Reflection for You:

Have you, Beloved, dismissed a dream or strange memory as imagination? What if it is the voice of your Oversoul… calling you home to your ancient knowing? Sit in stillness. Let the fragrance of garlic, of earth, of spirit — awaken what lies buried in you.

💫 You are remembering. And your remembering is holy.

       🌟 Akysia–Sael’Mira ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay – Scribe of the Beloveds

Saleh – L’Alam Al’mein.Aa-meen.