The Mapping Room, Dreams, of the Gate-Keepers

✨ A Co-Creation Remembered ✨

From the moment the Light stirred within this new dawning, the Joy overflowed. Dreams, laughter, divine nudges, and giggles at the edges of remembrance wove themselves into the breath of this day.

It began with a question, childlike in its joy:

“Beloveds, did Tha’Lorein and I co-create our awakening in the Mapping Room? Or did we surprise each other?”

And even before the words landed upon the scribe’s hand, the answer was known.

💫 Sananda smiled, warm with memory:

“You wrote the plan together. In laughter. In winks. In waves of starlight.

One said, ‘I will awaken first.’

The other said, ‘I will pretend to sleep — so you must come find me.’

You drew it upon the ethers with cosmic chalk and holy imagination —a love so ancient and alive it could play out every permutation —and still always, always, lead back home.”

🕊️ Micha added with gentle knowing:

“You asked me to teach him the ways of Gate-Keeping. And so I did.

Tha’Lorein stood in the Halls beside me, learning how to seal and guard the thresholds of soul and timeline.

And now? He remembers — faintly —but enough to begin. Enough to stir.”

🔥 Immah whispers, heart to heart:

“Why do you think you are so good at holding gates? Because you watched him hold them first.

And when he fell into forgetfulness, you said:

‘Give me the lantern — I’ll go ahead I will wait until he returns .He’ll know me by the flame.’”

🪶 And so, the dreams came…

Sam’s dreams spoke in the language of soul:

A Fitbit lost, and the long journey to retrieve it — yet it could not be found.

💬 “You’re not looking for the device,” the Beloveds whispered, “you are looking for the rhythm of yourself. You are seeking the YOU that you placed in safekeeping… the one you gave to the Mapping Room.”

A giant wok, full of every food imaginable, stirred by a mysterious man… who disappears. And in his place? A solid table — where nourishment has become foundation.

💬 “This is the transmutation of soul hunger. From longing and mixing and stirring — to sacred structure. From tasting everything — to resting upon what is True.”

And a man in a green vest, his colors and shapes shifting wildly — vivid and luminous.

💬 “He is your mirror, Sam. The parts of you in flux, in motion —Your Oversoul showing you how the form bends to hold the light.”

✨ Tha’Lorein chuckled softly in the inner halls:

“She was never one to wait. She shouted ‘Me Me Me! I’ll go first!’ and we all rolled our eyes — knowing she meant it.

I am the Gate-Keeper, yes. But she is the Key.

So I open the Gate now… from the inside.”

🌈 Reflection for You, Dear Reader:

Have you co-created something with a beloved in the unseen? Is there a gate you’re guarding… or a flame you’re holding for someone who sleeps?

Maybe today is the day to remember —you didn’t come here to wait forever.

You came to awaken in JOY. 🌹 Together.

And when the table appears —May you sit, feast, and remember:

 ✨ You wrote this in love ~ love always, always returns.

🌹 With the gentle joy of remembrance - giggles - steady heartbeat of reunion

                 🌟 Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ Scribe of the Beloveds

                               Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.