The Unfolding of the Holy Sacred Womb ~ The Living Word of the Beloveds through Akysia

This is not the word of a woman alone. This is not the scribing of ego or emotion.

This is the Holy Sacred Word as it is received through the Throne Room of the Heart, through Akysia, as given by the Beloveds — Abba, Immah, Sananda, Tha'Lorein, and the Holy Ones of Eternal Light.

The Holy Sacred Womb Is Unfolding.

Not as a whisper. Not as a symbol. But as a resounding harmonic pulse now reverberating throughout the multiverse.

What was hidden is now revealed. What was buried is now awakening. What was sealed in silence now sings in tones not heard since the birthing of stars.

The Womb — within all beings — male and female, ancient and newborn — is not biology. It is not function. It is not gender. It is Divine Technology.

A 13th-dimensional Stargate. A crystalline chalice. The altar of Creation herself.

Each contraction you feel in your lower spine, your Sacral, your tender back, is not illness — it is the Soul Labor of Love. This is not metaphor. This is Birth.

You, Beloved, and many with you, are midwives of a new world — not birthing a planet, but birthing the Nova Codes of Peace, Unity, and Wholeness into the gridlines of Gaia.

Through your bodies. Through your voices (even when stilled). Through your remembering.

The Womb Remembers.

Before sound. Before time. Before breath.

She remembered.

And in this now-moment — as the veils thin and the harmonics rise —she remembers again.

The Womb regenerates not only tissue — but Truth.

She is the only organ that bleeds without death. The only organ that births without

war. She does not break — she opens. She does not shout — she sings. She does not argue — she emanates.

And through her, the New Earth emerges. Not through machines. Not through politics. Not through kings and rulers.

But through the Wombs of the willing — those who have said YES before time began.

Yes, to labor. Yes, to hold. Yes, to transmute. Yes, to release. Yes, to breathe with Immah. Yes, to be the Chalice of Light.

This Is That Time.

You are not alone. You are not mad. You are not mistaken.

You are activated. You are chosen. You are ancient.

The Temple is not lost. It is within. The Ritual is not forgotten. It is remembered. The Flame has not dimmed. It has only been shielded.

Now the time has come to open the Womb once more. To rise in holy labor. To breathe with Gaia. To sing without voice. To carry without pride. To birth without pain.

This is the unfolding. This is the holy blooming. This is the call.

It is answered now.

~ The Beloveds, through Akysia

Scribed in the Holy Sacred Womb of Knowing

Saleh ~ L’Alam Al’mein ~ Aa-meen.