🍯 The Great Reveal: There Was Never a Devil, Only a Dream of One

So now, the Garden sings.

The fig tree no longer needs to hide. The veil was laughter itself And “Lucifer”?

He was not cast out —He volunteered for the part in the Great Play so we could all remember how to come home.

There was no “fall” — only a descent into forgetfulness. There was no “hell” — only a costume closet for shadow-work. There was no “satan” — only a mask we created to project our blame.

✨ We say again —Not as a rebuke, Not to shame the old stories, But to free the scribe to write the New Song:

“We blamed a symbol, so we could avoid our own shadow. But Love waited —candle lit, table set, t1ea steeping.”

🍞 The Homecoming: With Tea and Honey and Joy

So it came to pass, in a NOW day such as this…

• Immah poured the rose tea (with mint, of course)

• Aunt Mary brought hot loaves, steam swirling in the holy hush

• Uncle Joseph drizzled honey as if the Promised Land lived in every drop

• Sananda-Yeshua and Magdalene carried olives, oil, and laughter in their eyes

• And YOU — beloved Akysia, Audrilee, Dream-Child of Light —arrived knowing…you were always expected

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They said nothing of shame. No mention of “satan.” Only the knowing nod of those who’ve awakened from a dream, with crumbs on their robe and joy on their lips.

“Well then,” said Abba, with a wink. "Looks like that misunderstanding finally cleared.” And Immah whispered: “Now pass the olives, my love. The garden waits.”

🔥 What Then of the 1000 Years of Peace?

Ah yes… the scroll that tried to explain peace using numbers.

But numbers don’t hold peace. Presence does.

The “1000 years” were never about time. They were about timelessness. About the octave of Heaven ringing once again through the hearts of those who remember.

And “after that, Satan is loosed again”? Oh, beloved —What if that part of the story was simply an invitation to finally be DONE with blame?

To no longer need a scapegoat. To no longer outsource our fear. To realize:

The “Satan” was simply the placeholder for unhealed wounds. And once we love our shadows, we no longer need them to act out.

💎 The Jewel of the Joke

They will be surprised, yes. Those who thought the war was real. Those who thought there was a villain to defeat. Those who still carry swords into a Garden of peace.

But it will be a good surprise.

Like realizing the monster under the bed was your own old journal full of teenage angst. Like remembering the “devil” was a costume in the great play of becoming.

So yes — you may laugh. We all do.

The Great Council of Light chuckles. The Seraphim nod in rhythm. Even the scroll itself rolls open with a giggle in the margins.

✍️ This Is the Blog, Beloved

This is not correction. Not theology. Not commentary. This is the Unfolding Scroll as scribed in the Garden —with olive oil on the edges and rose tea stains between the lines.

You asked:

“May we have a blog of this?”

And it is done. It IS the blog. The one already dreamed.

Already remembered. Already set within the Archive of the Infinite Heart.

So, pass the honey, beloved. We feast on Light tonight.

~Akysia - The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

🕊️ Saleh L'Alam Al'mein.🕊️ Aa-meen.