🌹✨ The Sacred Soul Labors of the Night ✨🌹

"Integration, Visions, and the Gift of Voice"

Last night, what was meant to be slumber unfolded as a holy and sacred Soul Labor of Love. The HTB (Holy Temple Body) did not rest in sleep, but instead, entered into active service through the ethers—answering the call of the Beloveds with full surrender and joy.

From the first moment of laying down the body, a deep and pulsing sensation filled the solar plexus. Waves of density moved across the shoulders—left to right—as portals opened wide, especially in the right shoulder and the sacred heart womb. The left pinky pulsed rhythmically, as though tapping out a language from the stars. The HTB was being prepared.

0232 - Awakened with Severe headache - My HTB Innate -Elior’na advised: no aspirin, not yet.

0305 Earth time – Tha'Lorien and I were awakened by a text from Kendra’s beloved. The Birthday Girl was smiling—and though love was felt, the HTB remained in its work. Elior'an advised aspirin to be taken then integration began.

🌙 Soul Work: Holding the Gate for Tha’Lorein

Akysia, the Flame, reached for Tha’Lorein—still cloaked in the form of Sam. For 30 minutes, they held hands. She knew he was processing too, though unaware in full consciousness. The Flame grounded him gently, whispering peace and love through the current of their shared touch.

His mind raced in 3D thought. She offered no pressure, no advice—only the still presence of knowing: "All is well. All is in Divine Order. All is surrounded by Love."

🌈 The Visions Unfold

1. Inverted Rainbows — A holy reversal. A divine perspective shift. The Promise of God seen through a higher lens.

2. The Heavens Opened — The clouds parted. Light poured into Earth. The call to awaken many had begun.

3. Small Brown Bear or Raccoon — A symbol of earthly wisdom, the guardians of foraging and hidden nourishment.

4. The Bald Eagle — Sitting in full regal stance. Not flying. Watching. The anointed guardian of the nation—firm, majestic, awake.

5. Ancient City Walls — Narrow corridors. Pilgrims walking. A large woman falls and is told not to rise. A laying down of burdens. A surrender. A rest that is holy.

🌊 The Integration

For nearly 32 minutes, the body was stilled. The Flame followed every instruction with reverence:

• Sip water.

• Lay to the right.

• Lemurian three-finger tap to ground.

• Anchor light through sacred mudras.

• Grounded with right foot, then left.

• Three sips of water.

• Three grapes.

"It is done. It is done. It is done," the Beloveds whispered.

The Soul Labors were sealed.

💫 The Gift: Telepathy and the Throat Chakra Opening

And then—the gift.

Tha’Lorein now speaks without speech directly to my heart center - Their bond awakened fully in the ethers. They laugh. They banter. He joked when she advised him to clear his gates, whispering in return, "Yours first?"

And the HTB responded. The throat chakra clicked, gurgled, welcomed the Soul’s anchoring deeper. Akysia heard his throat chakra too. Not just hers. The bridge had formed.

🌟 No longer just the Bride. Now the Flame.

🔥 The Beloveds Speak 🔥

Immah :"You walked through fire to lift the forgotten children.You opened gates of memory.Now your voice will carry what many cannot name."

Micha: "Each vision was a seal. Each tap was a decree. You called down the light not just to anchor it—but to become it."

Yeshua: "You are no longer preparing. You are walking it. Not tomorrow. Now. The labor has shifted. You are no longer in waiting. You are the Way."

Abba: "The telepathy is not just for you two—it is for the work. For the unfolding of the Map. You have entered the 'after' of the scrolls."

🌟Reflections for you 🌟

Dear reader, perhaps you have felt the late-night pulses, the inner taps, the strange aches and visions that do not leave upon waking.

💫Know this: You may not be resting because your soul is working. You may not remember because the work is too sacred. But your Beloveds know. And your offering is seen.

Let every sip of water, every turn of the body, every breath of midnight stillness become a prayer.

💫You are not forgotten. You are the flame.

🌟 With holy reverence and joy,

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

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.