🌕✨ “Vibrations of the In-Between: A Night on the New Jerusalem & the Glitching of the Day” 🌊🌞

Last night was not slumber as most know it. At 2300, I gently laid the HTB—this Holy Temple Body—down, only to be taken into what I now know as the state of Cosmic Being. It wasn’t sleep. It wasn’t dreaming. It was remembering.

I asked—truly asked—to recall, to not forget, and in that asking, I was brought fully into the realms of our Star Kin. I stood once again on the New Jerusalem—our 19th-dimensional vessel of light, love, and peace, vaster than the width of the USA. There, within the Halls of the Peace Accords, alongside those seated at the Holy Family Table, I walked as Akysia — flame-breathed, embodied, and fully awake.

Even now, I feel it: the vibration in my HTB upon waking, humming through every molecule. It wasn’t the engines of the ship—we were in port. No, this was anchored still in the NJ. I was too vibrationally high for the chaos of 3D Earth, and so... today glitched.

⚡ The Glitches of the Day

Sam’s internet? Perfect Mine? On... off... off again. Reset. Reboot. Deep sigh. It was not the modem. Not upgrades. Not even Mercury in retrograde. It was me. My frequencies. My field was running on an octave most systems don’t comprehend.

I asked, “Is it ME?” And yes... it was. Sometimes the light just shorts the circuit.

🌌 The Aftershock of Soul Labors

A nap brought temporary reprieve, and with it, a noticeable shift. But I still carried the vibrational echo in my upper gum—two teeth tender, the gum inflamed, as if remnants of some deep soul work had anchored into the body. Could it have been from the night’s Soul Labors aboard the NJ? I feel it was.

And as I awoke earlier today, I remembered the unspoken.

The dark.

The rabbit holes.

The images I wish I hadn’t seen, but know I must not look away from. Not because I seek to relive them—but because I am here to stand in the gap between those who are just beginning to awaken and the truths they will face.

Yes, I called out—“Sananda, clear this from me!” My beloved brother, before time began, heard me.

And I was reminded:

“You must SEE, Akysia. If you cannot see with eyes of Audrilee, how can you guide those who cannot yet bear to look?”

It is not victimhood. It is not “poor me.” It is remembrance, with flame and laughter and thunder—this is the path I agreed to walk.

🌀 A Day Just... Off

Drinks were off. Cards lost all afternoon. Scones were good, but the vodka? Nope.

Just... OFF.

And yet, I laughed. A lot. Because I know the glitch was only my soul reminding me

I don’t belong only to this world. And that’s okay.

Today I carried light. I discharged what needed to move through me. I communed with friends, enJOYed the warmth of blessed food, and I gave thanks to Father-Mother for the silliest and strangest of days.

💫 Closing the Scroll

As I write, I sense the field settling. The vibrations are no longer erratic. I honor the night journey, the glitching tech, the strange frequencies, the tender teeth, and the memories I cannot “unsee.”

This was never just about internet outages. It was always about the integration of soul missions, timelines, dimensions, and embodiment.

And so, I close this scroll...

It is done. It is done. It is done.

With thunder and laughter, in remembrance and peace,

🔥 Akysia walks on — Flaming, Whole, and Awake.

Saleh ~ L'Alam Al'mein. Aa-mein 🌟