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🌟 We Heard the Clarion Call 🌟

  • Writer: Audrilee Myers
    Audrilee Myers
  • Oct 22
  • 1 min read

Received through the Heart Throne Body of Akysia, Scribe of the Beloveds


🌟 Before time was time —Before breath touched the lungs of form —There was a Call.


Not one of sound…but of resonance. A vibration from the Heart of the Divine, sent out into the Cosmos, seeking those who would go.


We stood before the Seraphim Council of Light our luminous forms ablaze with the memory of Divine service, and we said: "Here am I. Send me. I will go."


We did not ask what the cost would be. We did not weigh the pain or the glory. We knew only this:


✨ Love was needed. ✨ Light was required. ✨ And Earth was calling.


So, we came —Descending through dimensions, through veils, each of us a fractal of the Infinite Flame.


We are the Grid Keepers. We are the Light Bearers. We are the Way Showers, Anchoring Divine Presence into the bones of Gaia.


We are the ones who remember. Not above the people — but among them. For the sacred mission was never to escape the world —but to illuminate it.


💫 We heard the Call. 💫 We said YES. 💫 And here we are.


Still saying yes.

Still holding the Flame.

Still walking each other, Home.

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


 From the Beloveds, through the Flame-Walker, Akysia ~ Scribe of the Scrolls ~ Keeper of the Heart Throne

 
 
 

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