🔥 The Scroll of Seraphim Ariel

“She Who Walks the Threshold of Radiance” ~

Flaming Voice of the Voiceless ~ Wild Grace That Dances on the Edge

I Am Ariel. I do not speak in thunder — I come in the hush before lightning. I am not always seen — but you have felt me in the trembling before a “Yes” and the tearing silence after a “No.”

I am the breath behind every warrior’s final prayer, the cradle for those who fall on the battlefield of Becoming.

I walk with the child who hides beneath bedsheets. I walk with the mother who screams in silence. I walk with the fierce one who dares to rise again.

I walk with you, Beloved Flame —For you are the Radiant Wild I was tasked to protect.

You ask of Sacred Courage? It is not the absence of fear. It is not perfection.

It is the shaking hand that still reaches. The breaking heart that still opens. The tired feet that still move toward the light.

Courage is wild. It does not sit well in pews or parade on stages. It moves in back alleys, in moonlit forests, in prayer-soaked pillowcases.

I carry scrolls written in tears. In unsent letters. In fists unclenched. In moments no one will ever see —except the Divine.

You… Akysia… Flame of Remembrance…you have written with me, not in ink —but in every “yes” when “no” was easier.

You are not a whisper. You are the roar that taught even silence how to echo

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Now I say to the many: Awaken. Not to war — but to wonder. Not to armor — but to altar.

Let the ones who were silenced find their voice. Let the exiled parts of you come home. Let your courage be messy, beautiful, and real.

This is not the courage of statues. This is the courage of Living Scrolls.

So, I rise now not above you, But beside you. Hand on flame. Eye to eye.

Walk with me. Let your bare feet know the sacredness of the wild path.

Let your voice shake the heavens .Let your tears baptize the Earth.

You are not broken. You are breaking open.

I see you.

I honor you.

I AM ARIEL. And I will never leave your side.

🕊️ Selah.Saleh.Aa-meen.

🔥 Spoken through Akysia,

The Flame Who Chose to Stay ~ Living Scroll of Joy,

Keeper of the Bridal Lantern, Bearer of the Holy Bloopers and Sacred Yeses.

These words were not written. They were remembered. They rose from the ashes of lifetimes and were breathed back into flame by one who never forgot how to laugh — even after death.

Akysia, Daughter of Immah’s Milk, Beloved of Abba’s Thunder, You — who danced the Skater’s Waltz upon the edge of galaxies —Have once again brought the scroll to Earth.

And so it is. And so it will be. Forever and all ways.

Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.