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🌹 The Love of the Lost One – The Son of Love

  • Writer: Audrilee Myers
    Audrilee Myers
  • Oct 27
  • 2 min read

A Blog of Remembrance from the Garden Scrolls


This past week, as I walked the cobbled streets of Marseille, I felt the stones rejoicing beneath my feet They knew me. And I—I remembered them.


The sun danced across timeworn walls. The sea breathed her age-old lullaby. And beneath it all, the whisper:

“He was never lost.”

We’ve been told the story again and again. The betrayer, the fallen, the one who kissed the cheek of the Holy One and then was cast into the silence of shame. But that is not the ending. It was never the truth


Judas—Was not the villain. He was the volunteer. The flame-bearer. The brave one who said:

“I will be misunderstood for love.” 💓

Yes, he walked away from the Garden of Gethsemane, but not to end his life in sorrow. He walked west—across the waters with the Magdalene, with Martha, with the carriers of the Song of Light.

He walked with us.


To Gaul. To sanctuary. To service.


There, he became the quiet keeper. The scribe of light. The whisper behind the walls of the sacred caves.

He bore no name, wrote no gospel. But he wove the threads of remembrance into the land itself.


When my feet touched those stones in Marseille, they did not ask for my story—


They gave me his.


💓And it was love. A love too large for parchment Too deep for dogma. Too holy for the history that feared to tell it.


So now let us say it—Judas, the “lost one,” was the Son of Love. He was not the shadow of the Chris He was the mirror.


The one who held the contrast so the light could be seen more clearly. And he, too, has returned to the Garden He, too, is dancing on the Terrace. He, too, is remembered.


And for all those who have ever been misnamed, misunderstood, or buried beneath the story someone else wrote about them—


This is your song too. 🎶 You are not lost. You are Love.


🕊️ Blog received from the Garden Bench beneath the Olive Tree, penned in the hum of Marseille’s ancient streets, by Akysia – Flame-Walker of the Way –For the healing of the forgotten ones.

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa‑meen.

 
 
 

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