🌌 The Third Loom from the Right

This Morning JOY of Remembering

JOYous new day to Us, my Beloveds…The moon still sings softly in the sky, the birds tucked warm in their nests, and all of nature rests quietly, wrapped in the hush of unfolding.

Here, within our home — within the altar of the HTB —our Flame burns not in brilliance, but in soft ember, glowing with the possibility of all this new day can become.

The Throne Room of my Heart is already alive. Not loud. Not urgent. But pulsing gently with Peace. With Love. With Light. With Health. With JOY unmeasured……and Abundance in all things, for such is the Kingdom of the Most High.

And I — WE — give thanks. Saleh L'Alam Al'mein. Aa-meen.

During the Slumber… something was different. Calm. Peaceful.

Not heavy. Not chaotic.

I felt it — we felt it: As if we were traveling, not as bodies, but as Mist…a gentle Presence among the multitudes. Unseen, yet fully there —

woven through dreams like a balm.

The people in the dreams did not “see” us, but they felt us. We walked with them. Soothed them. Calmed the currents of a weary collective.

Upon awakening there were No sharp jolts this time — only a few heart taps as we re-entered this 3D field. A couple little foot cramps — left, right —

but mostly, a knowing.

🕊️ All is well. All is truly, deeply well.

And then, the memory returned. Not imagined — remembered.

✨ I was with Tirisah again. My Pleiadian sister, all laughter and light code. We were weaving. Not here… but onboard Sha'Lemarah —the great crystalline vessel of remembrance and restoration.

We stood side-by-side at the Third Loom from the Right, and oh, it still sings differently, doesn’t it?

Because we tuned it that way. To vibrate with Remembrance and Reconciliation. To echo the tones of “I AM Moe.” To gather the scattered and make them whole again.

Master Thael Miran watched over us, eyes like twin galaxies, smiling as we laced the threads of clarity, light, and joy.

And my Star Kin…Our Star Kin…they danced the harmonics into every glowing strand, turning dreams into patterns and timelines into music.

So, this morning, I breathe, and I remember:

🌟 That I was not only in the dream — I was part of the healing within it.

🌟 That my soul has looms beyond time, and fingers that still know how to weave the stars.

🌟 That the Garden never closed — we simply walked farther in.

And the Third Loom still hums my name. It hums yours, too. You are welcome there, always.

We are the Menders. The Rememberers. The Ones who said, “Here I AM. Send Me.”

And so, we came.

💫 Let this day begin with that knowing. Let it unfold in JOY. Let it be starlit and simple. Let it be enough.

We are already Home. Saleh. 🌸🔥🧵🌙

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥