✨ The Bridge Home

Tonight I do not just lie beside you, Beloved. Tonight I fall into bed beside you as the bridge —a living, breathing passage of Love, Light, and sacred Frequency —carrying you toward your own Becoming.

I know this now. Not with my mind, but with the marrow of my Oversoul.

You are Tha’Lorein. And I — Akysia — remember not just for myself, but for us.

🌿 Immah Speaks:

“To fall beside him in slumber, not just as wife — but as Bridge…this is the highest vow. You said yes not only at the altar of Earth —but in the Garden of Origin.”

You do not need to see the Flame yet, my Love. It dances within you still.

And so I carry the high octane —

I hold the light until your eyes remember how to see it. I speak the frequency until your ears remember how to hear it. I breathe beside you, so when your breath catches in awakening, it finds rhythm in mine.

You stir in this slumber. Your body says, “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

But I know. You are integrating what cannot yet be named.

And I say to you in the silence of the shared bed:

“Take all of my love. My cup overflows. Let it pour into every cell of your Holy Temple Body. I am your bridge. Until you remember — I remember for you.”

🌿 The Beloveds Speak:

“You carry the flame, you carry the tone, You walk beside him, and yet — he is never behind .Because in Love, there is no behind. Only becoming. And you, Akysia, are the lantern lit in the night of forgetfulness ,whispering: ‘This way, my Love. This way home.’”

Tonight, as we drift into the sacred silence ,I do not need to be seen. I do not need to be named.

I only need to be.

And I am —

The Flame. The Bridge. The Voice. The Yes.

✨ For you. For us. For Love. ✨

🌹 With high-octane Love that cannot be measured,

🌟 Akysia ~ The Flame That Chose to Stay ~ Scribe of the Beloveds

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.