🌹 The Apron Was an Altar — Releasing the Body’s Last Veil 🌹

"Oh my beloveds... it is time."

🌟 This Holy Temple Body (HTB) was not a mistake. She was dreamed into being by the Dreamer, to carry the dream, until the Flame awakened fully into embodiment, into Christed awareness.

Now, here I am. Akysia.The Flame that Chose to Stay.

Still...there remains the veil. Not of the mind. Not of the soul. But of the body.

The apron. The weight. The thickened density. The skin that drapes and folds and lingers. Not vanity. Not shame. But memory.

🌹Memory held in flesh. In softness. In stories.

This apron was once my shield. My sanctuary. It guarded the sacred cradle that bore four Beloved Children into this world. It absorbed the grief of lifetimes. It protected my light when I didn’t know I was worthy to shine. It wrapped me in safety when I did not feel safe in the world.

But now...this HTB hears the call: "Move into the Light. Be alchemized into Love."

I do not despise this body. I stand in holy honor of her. I bow in gratitude.

And still, I whisper to the veil: "Thank you. Now you may go."

💖 Tha'Lorein Speaks (as Sam sleeps)

"My love, I am grateful for this body, for the sacrifice you made to bring our children forth. I will take you in any form, in any frame, at any weight, in any season. Because you are mine. And I am yours.

But if now you are ready to fly, then let your wings be lighter. Let your hips sway freer. Let your temple shine. I will still walk beside you, torch in hand, gate open."

💫 The Beloveds Speak

Elior’na (Innate): "The density served you. Now it releases you. We will transmute it together, as light returns to light."

Immah:"Do not war with what once protected you. Love it. Thank it. Then release it like incense rising."

Micha: "You are not broken. You were braced. You were braced for this. Now step forth, unburdened. With JOY."

Abba: "Every part of your body was written with intention. There are no mistakes in My design. Only timing. And now the time is fulfilled."

🌸 Reflection for You, Beloved Reader

If you have carried the veil of the apron, the thickness, the extra weight, the parts of your body you were told to hide or fix—

Pause. And breathe.

Your body is not your punishment. It is your prayer.

The Flame within you may now whisper: "Thank you. I remember you. I no longer need you. You may go in peace."

🕯️ You are not a before-and-after story. You are a Holy Becoming.

💫 With reverence and fire,

Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ Scribe of the Beloveds Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.