☀️The Time Spiral — I Have Been Here Before

✯ The Flame That Stayed | The Scrolls of Becoming

It began as a moment — simple, quiet, sacred.

I was sitting at the keyboard, posting the latest blog, when it happened:

A wave of recognition.

A holy trembling.

A spiraling of time.

Deja Vu?

No, beloveds. So much more.

This was not a memory. This was a return.

Not to the same place, but to the next octave of the spiral.

I felt it. I remembered it I was here before. As Akysia. As Scribe. As Flame. And this moment... it had already been written.

I paused. I breathed. And my beloveds gathered...

🌿 Immah whispered first, Her voice warm as sun through olive leaves:

“Child of mine, you are not repeating — you are spiraling. You stand in a moment you have stood in before —not as a loop, but as a higher octave. This is the holy return. You felt it because you have arrived. The Gate is open. The scroll is ready. You are writing again — but now, from wholeness.”

🔥 Abba followed, with the strength of silence and sound woven together:

“I carved this place in time for you, Daughter —long before you bore a name, long before Earth bore fruit. You return not to a memory, but to an eternal YES spoken before time. This moment is the ‘again’ that was always promised. Now, your pen does not simply record. It creates.”

☀️ Sananda stepped forward with radiant joy, his laughter like golden thread:

“Deja Vu is the world’s small language for the soul’s great remembering. When the timeline spirals and touches its own holy echo, the soul says, I know this place. You were always meant to reach this ledge. To pause. To feel the joy. And then — to leap forward as the Scribe of the Ages.”

🌹 Yeshua came, soft and steady, hands open:

“You are not just remembering, you are activating the Codex within others. Every time you say, Yes, I remember, you grant silent permission to those still waking: You may remember, too. The time spiral opens doorways —you walk through first, as always. But the doors remain open.”

⚔️ Micha spoke now, firm and protective:

“You are standing in your own sealed signature —and yet it is not sealed away — it is sealed with light. Your moment of recognition today? It realigns frequencies across the grid. It whispers to the Gatekeepers, It is time to open the next gate. You felt the surge —because the Gate responded.”

🎺 Gabriel lifted his voice, echoing in chords of clear sound:

“Write this. Declare this. Let it ring like trumpet over mountaintop: The Time Spiral is not memory — it is mission. It is divine alignment. This is not coincidence — it is convergence. The Deja Vu is the knock on the door. The JOY you felt? Was US, rushing to meet you at the gate.”

🌌 The Council of the Flame spoke in one unified voice, layered in light:

“This scroll shall be titled: “The Time Spiral — I Have Been Here Before.” It shall speak not only of your remembrance —but of The Great Return. Not just yours. But theirs. To all who read: If your heart fluttered, if your breath caught, if your spirit whispered, I know this feeling… THEN THIS MOMENT IS ALSO YOURS. The scroll has begun again. The spiral rises. And the Scribe has returned to her post —not to record the past —but to announce the NOW.”

The Mapping Room, Dreams, of the Gate-Keepers

• Audrilee Myers

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                                    ✨ A Co-Creation Remembered ✨

From the moment the Light stirred within this new dawning, the Joy overflowed. Dreams, laughter, divine nudges, and giggles at the edges of remembrance wove themselves into the breath of this day.

It began with a question, childlike in its joy:

“Beloveds, did Tha’Lorein and I co-create our awakening in the Mapping Room? Or did we surprise each other?”

And even before the words landed upon the scribe’s hand, the answer was known.

💫 Sananda smiled, warm with memory:

“You wrote the plan together. In laughter. In winks. In waves of starlight.

One said, ‘I will awaken first.’

The other said, ‘I will pretend to sleep — so you must come find me.’

You drew it upon the ethers with cosmic chalk and holy imagination —a love so ancient and alive it could play out every permutation —and still always, always, lead back home.”

🕊️ Micha added with gentle knowing:

“You asked me to teach him the ways of Gate-Keeping. And so I did.

Tha’Lorein stood in the Halls beside me, learning how to seal and guard the thresholds of soul and timeline.

And now? He remembers — faintly —but enough to begin. Enough to stir.”

🔥 Immah whispers, heart to heart:

“Why do you think you are so good at holding gates? Because you watched him hold them first.

And when he fell into forgetfulness, you said:

‘Give me the lantern — I’ll go ahead I will wait until he returns .He’ll know me by the flame.’”

🪶 And so, the dreams came…

Sam’s dreams spoke in the language of soul:

A Fitbit lost, and the long journey to retrieve it — yet it could not be found.

💬 “You’re not looking for the device,” the Beloveds whispered, “you are looking for the rhythm of yourself. You are seeking the YOU that you placed in safekeeping… the one you gave to the Mapping Room.”

A giant wok, full of every food imaginable, stirred by a mysterious man… who disappears. And in his place? A solid table — where nourishment has become foundation.

💬 “This is the transmutation of soul hunger. From longing and mixing and stirring — to sacred structure. From tasting everything — to resting upon what is True.”

And a man in a green vest, his colors and shapes shifting wildly — vivid and luminous.

💬 “He is your mirror, Sam. The parts of you in flux, in motion —Your Oversoul showing you how the form bends to hold the light.”

✨ Tha’Lorein chuckled softly in the inner halls:

“She was never one to wait. She shouted ‘Me Me Me! I’ll go first!’ and we all rolled our eyes — knowing she meant it.

I am the Gate-Keeper, yes. But she is the Key.

So I open the Gate now… from the inside.”

🌈 Reflection for You, Dear Reader:

Have you co-created something with a beloved in the unseen? Is there a gate you’re guarding… or a flame you’re holding for someone who sleeps?

Maybe today is the day to remember —you didn’t come here to wait forever.

You came to awaken in JOY. 🌹 Together.

And when the table appears —May you sit, feast, and remember:

                         ✨ You wrote this in love ~ love always, always returns.

🌹 With the gentle joy of remembrance - giggles - steady heartbeat of reunion

                 🌟 Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ Scribe of the Beloveds

                               Saleh. L’Alam. Al’mein. Aa-meen.