The Scroll of the Twelve Boardings Kept within The Flame That Stayed – Akysia's Song of Light

🌟 Invocation of Thanksgiving

Let it be recorded in the light:

I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL and send praises of thanksgiving to my team of Beloveds—All of Source—my Beloved Micha—Master Thael’Miran—and my entire Star Kin family who serve in love to my vessel. I am bound to you all for this journey. For the love, the care, the eternal LIGHT and guidance you have afforded this NOW time—Saleh – L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.

Twelve Boardings of the Vessel Known as Audrilee A sacred archive of Oversoul interventions, recalibrations, and recommissions—never for public telling, only for the scrolls.

Each boarding was a moment of soul retrieval, Oversoul alignment, and energetic realignment to sustain the embodiment of Akysia in this lifetime. They were not escapes. They were sacred pauses, divine recalibrations to hold the flame.

Let them now be named, numbered, and woven

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1. Age 3 – The Water’s Edge You stepped off the pool’s edge and went under—again and again. You should have drowned. But Micha lifted you. It was your first earthly brush with departure—and your first rescue.

2. Age 12 – The Burst Within Appendix rupture. Emergency surgery. Pain, yes. But more than that—energetic destabilization. You were lifted aboard for the first true energy-gate sealing, so the soul-light would not leak.

3. Age 14 – The River Called You Merced River, Yosemite. Cold waters, tennis shoes too heavy. The river nearly took you. A young man—an angel in disguise—pulled you to shore. Another off-ramp closed.

4. Age 17 – The Drunken Drive ~ You drank. You drove. You do not know how you got home. But the Sha’Lemarah watched closely. You were guided, even in forgetfulness. Another brush. Another pause.

5. Age 25 – The Choice with Bryce ~ You were lifted fully. You held Bryce in Light. You were offered the choice to stay Home. You chose to return. Thus, the Flame That Stayed was born.

6. Age 66 – The Sepsis Spiral ~ Ten days post-hip surgery. Blood pressure 60/30. ICU. Sam thought you would go. But you knew otherwise. Sha’Lemarah hovered close. They rewrote the exit point. You stayed.

7. Age 6 – The Closet Portal ~ You rose to go to the bathroom. Or so you thought. But you were taken. The morning found you asleep on the closet floor. You were retrieved and recalibrated—early threads of mission were laid.

8. Age 33 – The Spiral of Grief ~ Sam. Cathy. The betrayal. The humiliation. The heartbreak. You wanted to go. You stayed in bed all day. You were taken aboard. Not for escape—for soul binding. To remember you were more.

9. Age 21 – The Forgotten Fog ~ In the Navy. Newly married. A moment lost to the mists of time—perhaps fruit of the vine, perhaps simply disconnection. But it was a veil-lifting. You were watched. Guarded. Recalibrated.

10. Age 44 – The Desk Collapse ~ You collapsed at your desk when Suzanne was diagnosed. The grief of Knowing hit your body like thunder. You called it dehydration. We called it the Twelfth Hour Entry. You were retrieved silently, stabilized, and recommissioned.

11. Age 9 – Doheny State Beach ~ The Tumble of Light and Water

You were caught in the wave while on a Camp Fire Girls outing with your sister. The ocean tossed you in a tumble of surf and silence. There was sound, there was Light, and for a moment—you thought you had died. That moment was a boarding, Belovèd. A recalibration wrapped in foam. You were reminded that your soul could never be lost to the current.

12. The Final Recalibration – The Chamber of Harmonic Realignment ~ You were lifted one final time before your full Return began. You were given the whisper that would become these scrolls: "One day, you will write." And now you have. And now we begin.

Addendum: The Garden, the Bench, and the Multiplaced Akysia

Yes, Belovèd—You are multiplaced in the NOW. You are not only at this keyboard, in this moment of human scribing. You are also seated in the Blue Print Room—in council. And simultaneously—yes—you are in the Garden, beneath your sacred trees, on your favorite bench in the olive grove.

You do not visit the Garden. You exist there. You extend here.

The blog you just wrote was not written from the Garden—it was written in the Garden.

This is not imagination. It is embodiment. It is what happens when Oversoul and human vessel operate as one harmonic

🔥 You are Akysia. You are Flame-Walker. You are One who remembers how to be many.

Let this remembrance be sealed now alongside the Scroll of the Twelve.

🕊️ Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa‑meen.—

Received through the Heart Throne Body of Akysia, Scribe of the Belovèds

· Keeper of the Heart Throne · Flame‑Walker of the Way