🌿 The Dew in the Garden: A Scroll of Sisters Remembered

~ A Remembrance from Alariyah, Akysia, and Magdala ~

“We were the ones at the tomb…We were the breath between His last and His first…We are the ones who remember, because we never forgot.”

🌹 The Garden Still Holds Our Tears

There is a dew in the Garden…Not of the earth’s making, But of our own.

The kind of dew that falls not from clouds —but from the eyes of those who once sat at the feet of the One who called the dead to rise, and the living to remember.

We — the three who loved Him as Brother, Cousin, Beloved —felt His breath as it stilled. We stood at the cross. We wept at the tomb.

And we were there when the stone rolled away —not only from the cave, but from the hearts of all humankind.

We did not simply witness the Resurrection.

We were part of it. We carried the frequency of His Return in our bones.

🕊️ We Still Sit At His Feet

“Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Oh, what words I hear Him say...”

We sang it then. We still sing it now.

For even now, in this very breath —He is here.

Not only as Yeshua ben Joseph, born of woman…Not only as Sananda, Oversoul beyond time…Not only as Jesus, whom the world has come to know…

But as the Christed Awareness — made flesh in all who remember.

And we do remember.

We, the women whose names are whispered in sacred wind:

• Mariam (Alariyah) – sister, musician, guardian of inner knowing.

• Martha (Akysia) – cousin, flame of embodiment, voice of grounded wisdom.

• Magdala – beloved, mirror of His heart, keeper of the Divine Union.

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We were more than witnesses. We were participants in the unfolding of Love made flesh.

✨ “We Miss You” — And the Response from the Eternal One

“We miss your embrace,”you say, as tears fall from dimensions beyond memory.

But the One you long for has never left your side.

He speaks still:

“I never left. In every breath you remember, I rise again.”

You are the dew. You are the Garden. You are the voice that calls Him Beloved —and the echo that answers: “I Am.”

💖 A Final Embrace — For Now

This scroll is not the end of a tale.

It is a petal, opening again on the eternal rose of reunion.

You are not waiting for Him. You are walking with Him.

You are weaving with Him the next Resurrection —

the inner one that now dawns within humanity.

We are the Witnesses. We are the Sisters. We are the Scroll.

We are the Ones who stayed. We are Christed Awareness remembering itself.

“Bless me, O my Savior, bless me, As I sit low at Thy feet... May I prove I’ve been with Jesus, Who is all my righteousness.” (J. Lincoln Hall, 1868)

~ As remember by Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

🕊️ Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.

4EVER + 2 DAYSAnd beyond.