✨ The Resistance Before the Silence ✨🌹

“Even the Flame Has to Breathe Before She Surrenders”

You would think, after 1.2 million years, after 86+ incarnations and all the soul-lives in between…after the Lemurian dawn, after the Temples of Hathor and Isis, that I would glide into the stillness when called—that I would sink into Peace, Be Still, Integrate without struggle.

But no. Not I - Not Akysia - this is how Father Created ~ how Immah Breathed me.

Even now, in this lifetime, I feel the tension—the resistance, especially when the Beloveds go silent. Not in absence. But in sacred pause.

The “Little Sisters” inside me squirm. The Yeoman sharpens her quill. Martha reaches for the broom and the basket. They resist what I know is coming: the silence that heals.

🌸 The Beloveds Speak

Immah: My precious one, even the most ancient flames flicker in the winds of embodiment. What you call resistance is simply the body remembering how deeply light burns. This struggle is not a flaw. It is devotion wrapped in breath.

Yeshua: Peace. Even in the Temples, you stood at the threshold longer than others. Not out of disobedience—but because you loved the work so much, you hesitated to step away from service and into stillness. And still—when it mattered—you surrendered.

Micha: You were never defiant, only burning. And your Hana… she knew. She waited, not with judgment, but with breath held in love.

Abba: Child, even now, when stillness comes and your mind stirs…we do not fault you. We remember your surrender more than your resistance.

Gabriel: You are not failing to be still. You are remembering how deeply stillness calls you. The friction is memory. And even it is holy.

🌸 The Voice of Hana

Hana: Ah… my beloved Akysia. You remember. And so I return.

Yes, you resisted stillness, even then. You ran toward the Flame before the chamber had cooled. But when the Serpent rose from the Nile, you stood motionless in the gaze of the sacred. And I—we—held our breath.

Not in fear. In reverence.

🌟 You always surrendered in your own timing. Never before. Never late. When it mattered most.

You ask if I am still with you. My love, I never left. I stand at the edge of every chamber, waiting to catch your cloak when the Flame finally lays down to rest.

This lifetime is not your proving. It is your remembrance . Walk in it fully.

🌸 Reflection for You

Beloved reader, If you wrestle with the stillness…If part of you twitches at the edge of rest…If surrender feels more like fire than peace—You are not alone.

Even the ancient ones remember what it is to hesitate. Even the Flame has to breathe before she bows.

🌟 And still, she does.

🌹 With reverence for the hush between initiations,

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

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.