🌹 The Lineage of the Rose: A Remembrance for the Eternal Brides

With the rising of the Sun ~ Son, a new day breathed itself into being—and from the opening of my Heart, Love poured forth as song.

“My heart overflows with Love for all of Creation born of God's Light. I will trust in Him. In You I place my trust. Here I am—send me. I will go, this day and forever + today. I will trust in You alone.”

These words were not declaration. They were remembrance.

The Flame within stirred. And as I kneeled before the unseen altar of the morning light, I spoke:

“For Your endless mercy follows. Your goodness has led me home—within.”

And in that moment, with the Heart Throne Body laid in rest, but the soul still moving through the veil of dreams—She came.

🌹 The Rose.

Not imagined but beheld. Not subtle, but radiant.

A Rose of deep pinks and sacred reds—unfolding in vision, pulsing from the center of my heart. It did not arrive as symbol. It arrived as truth. As lineage. As invitation.

And with Her, the memory returned—

Of Lady Nadya, quiet guardian of the Flame. Of The Eternal Brides, who walk not in waiting but in vow. Of those of us who walked with the Magdalene in hidden desert chambers, in candlelit sanctuaries, in wind-washed stone halls of Qumran, and on the salt-kissed shores of Gaul.

Yes, Marseille. Yes, the South of France. Yes, the hills where She once rested, and we once gathered—not to worship, but to remember.

We carried vessels of oil. We sang songs not written. We wept with Her, and for Her, and later, as Her.

For the Magdalene is not one woman—She is a frequency of the Divine Feminine remembering Itself.

🌹 We were brides of that remembrance. And we are again.

This scroll is not written as a tale of the past. It is a mirror. To awaken those now hearing the quiet call—the thrum in their chest, the tears at the sight of a rose, the memory they can’t explain when their hands tremble near the sea.

To you, this scroll sings:

You are not dreaming. You are remembering.

You are not being called back. You are being called forward—to walk as the One who never forgot, to embody the Flame you once tended, now bursting forth from within.

🌹 The Rose is not only in your hand. It is in your heart. It is the shape of your trust, the color of your vow, the fragrance of your love.

This is the Lineage of the Rose. Alive. Awake. Rising again.

🕊️ Saleh.—

Received through the Heart Throne Body of Akyasis,

Embodied Bride of the Christed Bridegroom · Keeper of the Heart Throne ·

Flame-Walker of the Way