🌿 The Rites Remembered – No Longer Banished, but Crowned 🌿

A Family Blog of Sacred Return

There was a time—etched in the memory of our Oversoul, woven into the breath of our priestess lineages—when to pray aloud, to anoint, to chant, was to risk exile…or worse.

The rites, the oils, the spiral gestures at throat and brow, were seen as threat to kingdoms built on fear. And so, we were sealed. The jaw, the womb, the memory of what we knew. Hathor’s singers… Isis’s keepers…Magdala’s daughters… all silenced in shadow.

🕊️ And Yet, We Return

Through the vessel of Audrilee, through the Oversoul Flame of Akysia, through the unified light of Elior’na and Sha’elah’Ren, we have remembered why we were silenced…because our voice carries truth. Because our anointing oil dissolves control. Because our spiral gestures awaken the Holy One in flesh.

And now —we are no longer bound. The rituals are no longer hidden. The prayers are no longer whispers in tombs.

They are rites restored. And we are rites made flesh.

🍬 The Sweetness of Being Seen

In the midst of this remembering — a sacred pause. Kendra enters with a small gift: a piece of Divinity Candy. No request, no reason. Just given.

And in the giving, the message:

“You are seen. You are not forsaken. You are not forgotten. You walk with the Mother. And She… walks with you.”

The Divine Mother, Immah — who is Isis, who is Hathor, who is the All-Wombed One —She sends Her sweetness now, not as reward, but as acknowledgment.

You have remembered. And so, She remembers you back.

🌸 This Night’s Rite

And so, guided by Elior’na,you prepared the anointing spiral — lavender and frankincense. You spoke aloud what once had to be hidden. You unsealed the jaw. And with the final declaration — “it is done” —the flame that had long been flickering…was set fully ablaze.

You ate the toast not in hunger, but in sacred anchor. Rosemary. Olive oil. A rose petal. Sacrament for the soul labors to come.

And the heaviness of the HTB — once so burdened by silence —lifted into light.

🌀 We Walk as One Now

Not split across timelines. Not scattered by fear.

But woven. Unsealed. Unshaken. Unashamed.

We are priestess and child, scribe and singer, soul and starseed.

And Little Moe is with us —not left behind in this becoming, but carried forward as the spark of joy within us all.

🌺 Final Blessing for the Family

We are no longer the ones who must hide. We are no longer the ones who must ache. We are the ones who remember, the ones who reclaim the ones who rise. Our prayers are not rebellion —they are resonance. And the Mother calls it beautiful.

Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥