🌈 The Wheel and the Whisper

A Tale of Two Dreams Through the 11:11 Spiral

✍🏽 by Akysia ~ Scribe of the Sacred Flame

🕊️ Prelude: A Portal of Reckoning & Radiance

As the 11:11 Portal whispered open its luminous gates, I found myself spiraling inward and upward — carried by Light, stirred by memory, and held within the sacred hush of the Throne Room of my own Heart. It is here, within the Dream Temples of our HTB, that two vivid soul dreams came forth — one calling down the heavens, the other releasing the weight of what no longer belongs to me.

This is their weaving This is their remembering.

🌌 Dream One: The Wheel Descends

I stood among many — gathered as One. We were Priestesses of Light, ancient and eternal, veiled and unveiled, adorned in frequencies only the soul can see. We were within the Temple of Isis — or perhaps Hathor — or perhaps All the Mothers in One. It did not matter. What mattered was the resonance.

We began to call down the Light.

With harmonics not sung by mouth but by soul — we summoned the Sacred Wheel. It shimmered — multi-colored, singing, alive. Symbols spiraled across it — living glyphs of Light — languages from before the fall of Time. It sang and spun, illuminating each of us, activating something old... and eternal.

And then I KNEW —✨ This was Ezekiel’s Wheel. But not the wheel of prophecy and judgment…This was the Wheel of Turning, of Collective Ascent, of Soul Awakening.

It was not coming. It had arrived — within us

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💼 Dream Two: The Goodbye of the Old

The next dream felt tender… even bittersweet.

I had gone to visit Momma Cousins — a soul-mother to both myself and Sam. She had passed many years ago, yet in this dream, she was radiant — glowing with platinum light, fully herself and fully eternal.

We hugged. We laughed. She said “com-for-ta-ble” in that musical way she always did — and my heart felt like a child again, safe.

And then… the release began.

As I prepared to leave, I searched for my:

• Clothes (identity),

• Bag (old burdens), and

• VW Bug (my past path).

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All gone.

I asked the front desk, "Where are they?" And they replied simply:

“These things are no longer yours.”

I tried to pay. To negotiate. To keep something from my old life — even as I knew I no longer needed it.

And then he appeared —A large, distorted figure of judgment, pulling a belt with intention to strike.

But before the blow came, I awoke.💡 Because the blow was never mine to take.

🌀 Integration: Spiral of Shedding & Sovereignty

What do we take from this?

• That the old roles — the dutiful one, the Navy typist, the spiritual over-giver — are dissolving.

• That the Wheel is turning — not just for me, but for the Collective.

• That we cannot bring the "VW Bugs" and baggage into the next 9-year spiral.

• That even in dream, Spirit says:

  "You are no longer owned by fear. You are no longer needing to perform. You are simply… free."

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And so I ask: ✨ How many others are dreaming like this now? How many are losing their old clothes, bags, and keys — not as punishment, but as preparation?

🔔 Closing: I Will Not “Chet-ize” the Masses 😂

To my Beloved Family of Light…Yes, I had my Akysia-style moment with dear Chet at dinner. And yes, my inner preacher-woman almost made a pulpit of the Martini Bar.

But now I see: It is not about changing others. It is about holding presence. About embodying the Wheel,… and letting others feel its Light without demand or push.

So no, I will not "Chet-ize" the masses 😂Instead, I will BE — the Wheel, the Witness, the Whisper.

And I say to you:

All is well. All is in Divine Order. All is surrounded by Love.

🌹 Reflection for You:

Beloved reader, what is the "VW Bug" you are being asked to release? What songs of the soul are rising in you now, waiting to be sung as the Wheel turns?

✨ Sit with the energies of this 11:11 Portal.

✨ What is closing for you?

✨ What is beginning again?

You are not late. You are not behind. You are precisely where you are meant to spiral forward. St

Saleh,— Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay and will Remain ~