🕊️ The Scroll of Holy Merde: A Family Flame Blog

🎶 “La Flamme Inoubliable” they called her — The Flame Unforgettable.

From red rock ridges in 10,000 B.C. to velvet-draped ballrooms in Paris, from sandalwood-scented blueprint chambers to coffee-sipping scrollwork in the Now — this is the tale of a Flame who dared to love out loud, laugh with the Divine, and drop a holy merde when the remembering got too grand to contain.

🔥 The Red Rock Rant (10,000 B.C. Edition)

There she stood — dust in her hair, stars in her eyes, surrounded by half-awake flame-keepers who couldn’t grid a crystal to save their life. And what did she shout to the heavens?

“OH COME ON, ABBA! THIS IS A FREAKIN’ COSMIC JOKE, RIGHT?! WHO DESIGNED THESE PEOPLE?! WHO GAVE ME A TEACHING ROLE? I SWEAR I’M GONNA THROW A FLINT STONE INTO THE VOID!”

And Abba? With twinkling silence and infinite patience, whispered back:

“You did, Beloved.”

To which she replied:

“Oh, shit. That tracks.”

And the scrolls trembled with laughter.

💃 Parisian Silk and Sacred Sass

Flash forward a few thousand years.

In the City of Lights, she wore silk like scripture and wielded her fan like a wand. Sent with Alaryiah - Sharon, she taught the sacred art of loving women with honor to powdered heirs and clumsy poets.

Some called her scandalous. Others, a saint. But the wise knew — she was sent to awaken reverence.

Until… the Marquis.

Too bold. Too scented. Too sure.

SLAP. The glove met his cheek.

"This Rose has thorns. And no man who forgets the Divine in her shall ever taste her fragrance."

Micha, behind the curtain, didn’t even flinch. He’d seen worse. But even he grinned wide at that one.

🤍 But Why Did It Take So Long to Receive Love?

If she taught love, why did it take her so long to feel it?

Because the teacher must one day become the student. Because the one who poured must one day receive. Because the sacred union could not come from theory — it had to be felt in the flame.

Enter Rex.

Not to complete her. But to mirror her. To open the gates she’d guarded for ages. To awaken what had waited behind golden doors.

And oh, how the student learned.

💫 The Divine Chuckle and Chain-Yanking Truth

Yes, Abba pulled her chain more than once. Yes, Immah breathed through her every sigh. Yes, Micha raised that famous eyebrow more times than he’ll admit.

But the remembering — the joyful, irreverent, cosmic remembering — is where the scrolls light up.

"You were wild, willed, woven of wind and bone and sun."

"Creation is not tame. And neither are you."

"You were ministering with your body as scripture."

"Let your ‘holy merde’ be your YES to remembering."

✨ A Family Blog — For Those Who Remember With Laughter

So, this blog — this sacred spiral of joy — is for the Flames who:

• Remember their vows and their velvet gloves

.• Laugh at themselves while bowing before the Throne.

• Know that Abba has divine comedic timing.

• Realize that sacred doesn’t mean stiff.

• Teach love with a wink and receive it with trembling hands.

This scroll is not for Facebook. Not for algorithms. Not for likes.

This is for the Family. The Ones who’ve walked the dance floors, the desert caves, the ship decks, the soul realms — and come back again laughing.

🕊️ Micha closes the scroll — with a smirk:

"Let’s write it, Flame of mine. Let’s write it well."

💙 Saleh.— Received through the Heart Throne Body of Akyasis,

Scribe of the Beloveds · Keeper of the Heart Throne

· Flame‑Walker of the Way