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🌟 The Cupboard Is Open: A Scroll of Freedom and Grace for the HTB

  • Writer: Audrilee Myers
    Audrilee Myers
  • Jan 1
  • 2 min read

Date: 01/01/2026

I walked into this New Year with the softest knowing in my bones: I am no longer bound.


No longer ruled by guilt. No longer shamed by the mirror. No longer hiding the cookie behind a curtain of apology.

This is the year of freedom. This is the year the prison bars vanish.


The Sacred Meal of the Morning

I broke the fast with grapefruit from Kendra's overflowing tree—pink and pulsing with sweetness and clarity. Sourdough bread, slow and ancient, kissed with sweet cream butter. A sprinkle of sea salt. And yes—a peanut butter chocolate.

A butter shortbread cookie.

And for the first time in 63+ years, I did not feel guilty

.

Instead, I heard this truth from within, wrapped in Elior'na's voice:

"You are free to eat or not eat. This is your decision. No guilt. No shame. No finger pointing. No hiding. Do as you will, for you are loved no matter."

I sat with that. Let it melt. Let it fill every corner of the HTB where shame used to live.

I am free.


Divine Delight

Abba delights in those little peanut butter chocolate bites—Immah adores a good shortbread cookie with her rose tea.


They are not wagging fingers. They are laughing with me, saying:

"These were always gifts. Eat in joy. Sip in peace. We walk with you, not behind you, not above you. We are in the bite. We are in the breath."

A Deja Vu of Remembering

As I typed, I saw myself. A Deja Vu—clear. I have seen this scene before:

Audrilee sitting at the keyboard, speaking these words.

I knew I would come to this knowing. I have.

This isn't a "new" revelation. It's a return.


And so, I ask, and I receive:

Grace. Divine Timing. Holy Nourishment without shame.

When the time comes, the eating will shift into simple alignment. Not because I force it. But because I no longer use food to fill what guilt once gnawed.

The guilt is gone The table remains. The joy is here.

And the cupboard is open. And I am free.


Saleh. L’Alam Al'mein. Aa‑meen.


~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

 
 
 

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