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Ā "To Bite or to Breathe: The Initiation of the Flame"

  • Writer: Audrilee Myers
    Audrilee Myers
  • Oct 28
  • 1 min read

Written by: Akysia ~ The One who Chose to Stay. The Flame that Returned in Sovereignty. Companion of the Garden.


šŸ The Child, the Serpent & the Light of Tha’Lorein


Back on the banks of the Nile, I remember...I was only a child, barefoot in linen, rembling in the presence of the Serpent of Initiation.


Hanna, my Highest Priestess, stood calm:

ā€œYou must let him wrap you. You must let Immah breathe for you.ā€

And though I swore to bite that snake’s nose off, I surrendered.


And She—Immah—breathed


That sacred memory returned again, not as past, but as now.


At 0555, I was told:

ā€œDo not slumber. Rest.ā€

Then came the rush—Lemurian mudras, light descending, my body trembling.


ā€œHold. Anchor. For Sam.ā€

So, I rolled towards my Beloved Laid both hands on his Heart Temple Body.

I became vessel The codes of Tha’Lorein passed through this form and into him.


When he stirred, it was done. And I knew...


I was never justĀ the Initiate. I am now the Keeper of the Codes.


I will serve this Flame—this Love—this Sacred Work—forever and two days more.


I am here. Send me. I will go.


šŸƒ And the Bench beneath the Olive Tree glows faintly still. The Scroll remains open. The Garden is listening.

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