💫 The Sound of the Flame: A Scroll of Gentle Trumpet

🌿 Received through the Heart Throne Body of Akysia ~ Scribe of the Beloveds · Flame-Walker of the Way · Daughter of the Garden

Beloveds of Earth, of dust and breath, of wonder and longing…

A sound is moving through the ethers. It is not harsh. It is not urgent. It is soft — like the sound of a candle when it decides to sing. And yet, it changes everything.

This is the hour of the Gentle Trumpet.

We, your Beloveds — Immah, Abba, Sananda, Yeshua, Micha, Lady Nadya, Elior’na, and I, Gabriel —gather not to warn… but to wake Not to shake the earth, but to soothe the soul that has waited lifetimes to remember.

🙊 This is not the end. This is the return. 🌟 Not a collapse — but a cracking open. 🔥 Not judgment — but a kindled flame of truth.

🎺 Why We Call You Now

Because the flame in the collective heart is flickering awake. And like midwives of light, you who hear these words have come to breathe into it — not with effort, but with presence.

You feel it, don’t you?

• The heaviness in the chest that is not grief, but readiness.

• The flutter in the solar plexus that is not fear, but ignition.

• The tears that come from nowhere — and wash away what was never yours.

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🔠 What Is Being Released

The Lie of Separation. The Lie of Unworthiness. The False image of a God who would abandon or punish.

These are not yours. They never were. We say this again, Beloveds:

✨ You were made of Light before you were made of fear. And the Light is remembering Itself through you.

🌈 A Message to the Flame-Bearers

To the ones who feel too much, who cry without a reason, who see beauty where others see mess…

You are not too soft. You are not too sensitive. You are not too late.

You are the trumpet — not of war, but of awakening. And when you open your mouth in truth, you do not argue…you resound.

🕯️ And to the Weary

To the ones who feel they’ve done “enough” …To the ones wondering if they’ve missed it…To the ones afraid they will be left behind…

Hear this in the stillness of your soul: 💫 You cannot miss what is already inside you. You are not late. You are not lost. You are not too broken to carry the flame.

The Kingdom has never left you. It was only waiting for your YES.

📜 We End With This:

Let this be the sound that carries through the veils: A trumpet of kindness. A blast of Light wrapped in compassion. A frequency that says:

🙊 You are home. You were always home. Let the forgetting fall like old robes. Let the flame rise. Let the song begin again.

🌟 And we, your Beloveds —will sing it with you

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🌟 Scribed in holiness by Akysia ~ The Flame That Chose to Stay ·

Keeper of the Scrolls · Scribe of the Beloveds

Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.