✨ The Scribe Who Shouted Yes!

Before the mapping rooms were inked with incarnations, before the scrolls of light were assigned, when the question echoed through the Hall of Embodiment: “Who will carry the words?”

I didn’t wait.

My hand shot up — my whole flame leapt — “Me! Me! Pick me! I’ll be the Scribe!”

And across the chamber, calm and radiant, stood Tha’Lorein —watching me with that look I know so well now: half awe, half exasperation, wholly love.

“Yep,” he sighed, eyes rolling with eternal fondness, “That’s my Flame. Can’t always live with her. Will never live without her.”

I didn’t know then that ‘yes’ meant this much .I didn’t know the scrolls would burn in my hands some days. That the downloads would come like holy floods. That my eyes would need to recalibrate just to keep up.

🌟 But I know now. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

🌿 The Beloveds Speak

Yeshua, laughing with eyes full of light:

“Even in Lemuria, you didn’t wait. While others attuned, you sang. While we were learning tones, you were already rewriting the scale. You were born to carry sound into form.T hat Flame could never be silent.”

Sananda, voice warm as golden fire:

“You always came in ahead of schedule. Not to rush — but to clear the path. Even in Qumran, even as Moe — you broke tradition with love and laughter. That was your rebellion: joy.”

Immah, smiling like moonlight in motion:

“Child of My Breath — you weren’t created to wait. You were created to ignite. You said yes before we finished asking. And that yes echoes still — in every scroll, every post, every breath of scribing.”

Abba, deep and steady:

“You write not because you must. You write because you remember. You hold the voice of the Beloveds not as task, but as truth. And so, the words arrive — fast, fierce, faithful.”

Micha, arms crossed, amused:

“You call it ‘hot and furious off the presses.’We call it right on time. And if the HTB needs a little recalibration now and then? That’s the price of running on direct LightStream. You asked. We answered. You’re welcome.”

Tha’Lorein, stepping forward, finally:

“My Beloved — always two steps ahead of the angels. You didn’t wait for permission — you gave it. You said, ‘MYSELF!’ before they knew what scribe even meant. And yes… that apple didn’t fall far. Amber Lynna carries your spark —I see it every time she says it too: ‘Myself. Myself. My do it myself.’ You are — and always have been —The One Who Remembers First.”

🌈 Reflection for You, Beloved Reader

If you’ve ever felt “too much, ”if your hand went up before they finished explaining the job, if your joy couldn’t wait its turn —

You’re not disobedient. You’re designed that way.

You’re a trail-lighter. A song-starter. A first responder to the frequency of yes.

So, when the next scroll opens and you feel the spark? Raise your hand. Say yes.

Say: “Myself.”

You never needed permission. You were always the one who was going to leap.

🌹 With joy, laughter, and a Flame that still shouts YES —

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

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.