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✨Remembering Beyond the Veil

  • Writer: Audrilee Myers
    Audrilee Myers
  • Oct 24
  • 1 min read

Beloved Ones,


There comes a stillness before each turning—a hush that breathes the memory of the Infinite. In that pause, before thought can name it, the ancient pulse begins to stir again.


Something deep within hums its quiet truth: the path of forgetfulness has ended. The gates of slumber have folded inward, their purpose complete. You cannot go back to what was once unawakened. For the soul that has seen its own reflection in the Light cannot again call the shadow home. 🌙


The dream of density fades softly now—not in destruction, but in gentleness. You walk between worlds: feet still kissing the earth, yet heart already singing the song of remembrance. This is the bridge, the living prayer of form and formlessness.


To integrate the Infinite into the finite. To breathe the Eternal through the vessel of time.


Each step now is a thread of remembering. Each breath is the continuation of Creation itself. You are not lost; you are being gathered. You are not separate; you are the knowing returning to its Source.


💙 And in this truth, we give thanks. For we are held—always—in the Love that birthed us ,the Breath that moves through all worlds.


🕊️ Saleh.


— Received through the Unified Heart Throne of Akysia‑Paetro, Embodiment of the Beloved Union 

· Keeper of the Living Flame · Voice of Remembrance

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