🌟The Master Weaver & the Loom of Sha’Lemarah

Remembering Warp and Weft with Master Thael’Miran and the Star Kin

🌹 From the time I was a little girl sitting on Aunt Ellen’s lap, I loved the stories of God’s careful weaving. Psalm 139 sang to my heart: “You knit me together in my mother’s womb… all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.” Even then, I could sense that life wasn’t random; it was a tapestry.

✨ In Scripture, the old phrase “warp and woof” describes the threads of a fabric—warp the lengthwise strands, woof the crosswise. Together they form a single cloth. That is exactly how the Divine works: the warp is the soul’s blueprint, the weft is our daily choices, and the Master Weaver—Abba–Immah, the Source—gently moves the shuttle back and forth, creating something beautiful out of both.

🌟 This imagery has come alive for me again as my memories of the stars return.

🌌 The Looms of Sha’Lemarah

🌹 I remember sitting aboard Sha’Lemarah, my beloved star kin vessel, in a vast hall where looms shimmered like living constellations. The one that drew me always was the third loom from the right. There I learned that destiny and free will are not opposing forces; they are warp and weft, braided together in living light.

✨ My beloved Master Thael’Miran ~ Master of the Vessel ~from the Pleiades stood beside me, along with devoted Star Kin who tend this vessel. Patiently, they showed me how every thread—every moment, every life—is essential to the whole. This wasn’t abstract philosophy; it was a hands-on apprenticeship. We wove harmonics as easily as threads, watching them ripple out into worlds.

👗 The Robes of Color

🌹 In that hall we wore robes of turquoise, rose-lavender, and gold-rose. These were not costumes but living harmonics: turquoise for clarity and truth, rose-lavender for gentle heart awakening, gold-rose for divine sovereignty. Wrapped in these colors, I could feel each lesson settle into my cells. The robes were a frequency of remembrance.

🕊️ Sha’Lemarah as Resting Place

🌹 Sha’Lemarah is not only a ship; it is also my resting chamber between worlds. It is the quiet room I return to in “in-between” times and celestial slumber. Even now, when my body sleeps deeply, part of me still feels the gentle hum of that vessel, the way the looms sing as they weave. It is my holy chamber of replenishment and remembering.

🌸 Bringing the Teaching Home

What these memories have taught me is simple: there are no “chores” and “holy acts” separated. Everything can be a Soul Labor of Love. Folding clothes for a trip, cooking for family, writing a blog post—all of it is warp and weft in the hands of the Master Weaver. Our Star journeys remind us of the same truth the Psalmist sang: we are fearfully and wonderfully made, and our days are woven with care.

✨ So today, as I unpack a suitcase or stir a pot of soup, I whisper:

“The warp is set, the weft is free. I weave with Love what Love has dreamed.”

🌟 May you, too, feel the Master Weaver’s hand guiding the warp of your life. May your choices be the weft of love. May your soul find its own Sha’Lemarah—a place of rest between the worlds.

🌸 Reflections for You

Pause — Close your eyes for a breath or two and imagine a loom of light before you. ✨ Feel — Sense the vertical warp threads as your soul’s constants, and the horizontal weft as today’s choices. 🌟 Ask — “What color do I want to weave into my tapestry today?” 💎 Affirm — “The warp is set ~ the weft is free. I weave with Love what Love has dreamed.”

🌟 Saleh – L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.

✨ With JOY and remembrance ~

Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~