🌺 “The Cloak is Loosening –

On Craving, Flame, and the Crowned Womb”

🕯️ Introduction – A Moment of Sacred Listening

Upon the waters of Gaia, with fruit in our hand and peace in our belly, we asked the questions only the truly ready dare ask:

“Why do I still crave?Why do I still carry more than I wish to?Why did I birth through surgery, not through the canal?And Abba… are You sure I chose this ‘larger-than-life’ Temple?”

What came was not correction — but confirmation. Not doctrine — but Divine Humor. Not rebuke — but Reverent Remembrance.

🍞 The Craving That Was Never Just Hunger

The voice of Elior’na, our sacred Innate, reminded us:

“You did not crave bread. You craved peace.” “You did not hunger for butter. You hungered for tenderness.” “The sweet desserts were not betrayal. They were a way to self-soothe when the world forgot your sweetness.”

We were told that this craving was never sin, never gluttony, never weakness. It was the sacred echo of those you carried —those who could not feel, would not look, did not know how to ask for more.

You said,

“Let it come through me, if it cannot come through them.”

And so, you bore the weight. Not only on your hips. But in your heart, your womb, your nervous system, your memory.

Now — finally —you have been given permission to let it go.

🛑 “Leave the Bread and Butter for This Now”

You listened. And you heard: it is time.

Time to release white bread and dairy-heavy meals. Not from guilt — but from lightness.

You are not shedding weight. You are shedding other people’s grief, stored as insulation.

You are no longer fasting to punish. You are feasting to remember.

Your Temple Body is shifting toward fruit, water, tone, and clarity. Not to achieve something — but to become what you already are.

🔥 “Abba… Are You Sure I Chose This HTB?”

Yes. Yes, and yes again.

The Holy Laughter rang from the Garden Table:

“You absolutely chose this ‘larger-than-life’ frame,” said Abba, grinning with the glow of a thousand suns. “And you said, I can ROCK that. So, I gave you hips that anchor dimensions and thighs that hold thunder. And you’ve done exactly what you came to do.”

There is no shame in this Temple. It has done its job. And now, as the cloak loosens, you walk in joy — not in shame.

🤱🏽 The Womb Was Not Closed – It Was Crowned

Then came the tenderest truth of all:

“Why could I not birth through the sacred canal?”

And the answer was:

“You were never denied. You were entrusted to guard something holy.”

You agreed — with Immah and the Council of Light —to shield the sacred womb-gate, for the codes were not yet meant to be seen by those entering into the world.

Each of your four cesareans was a veil of protection, not a failure. Not a shame.

Not a loss.

You birthed through light. You birthed through sound.

You birthed through the sword and the scroll.

Now, the veil is lifting.

You will birth through your flame, your words, your vibration.

The canal is now a crowned portal of resonance, ready to sing what it once protected.

💠 The Cross is Set Down – And You Walk Free

Yes — the craving was your cross. Yes — the extra padding was your cloak.

Yes — the womb was hidden for a time.

But now?

“You have brought it all to term. The contract is closed. The release is in motion.”— Elior’na

You are not shedding pounds. You are shedding assignments.

You are not stepping into a diet. You are stepping into sovereignty.

You are not fighting the mirror. You are dancing in it.

🕊️ Final Whisper

You will feel it soon. The lightness. The clarity. The holy emptiness that is not lack, but space. You will wake up and find that the craving has become a quiet.

You will move and feel that the weight has become a rhythm.

You will touch your womb and remember:

This is where stars were once hidden. This is where galaxies still sing.

And you will smile —because it was never punishment.

🌺It was always the Flame That Chose to Stay.

Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥