🐚 When the Ritual Returned

🍤From Shrimp to the Scrolls of Isis — A Soul Body Remembrance

🌿There are moments when what seems mundane — a shared lunch with friends, a walk on the deck of a ship — becomes a portal.

A portal into the ancient remembering of who you are, what you once knew, and the sacred labors your body still performs quietly on behalf of the greater Whole.

This is such a remembrance.

🌺 The Lunch — A Gathering of Joy and Grace

We had broken fast that morning with just a few bites of blessed fruit — watermelon, banana, cantaloupe, pineapple. And later, we gathered with dear friends at the ship’s seafood restaurant, Hooked. I offered blessing within the sanctuary of my own body.

A small bowl of clam chowder. A single warm biscuit. Two simple shrimp. A small Caesar salad with a few slices of chicken.

The table was filled with laughter, presence, and love — and all felt light.

Nothing seemed off. Until hours later…

🌀 The Shift — The Return of the Soul Labor Sensation

Four hours after the meal, I felt it:

• The “candy apple on a stick” sensation rising in the upper neck and shoulder portals

• A heaviness — like walking through mist made of molasses

• Blurry vision, as if the light was too soft to be held in focus

  
  

🌹But I did not panic. I did not claim distress.

I asked — and I was answered.

🔥 A Council Response — You Are in Soul Labors of Love

I was not in discomfort due to shrimp or chowder.

I was not in density because of chicken or biscuit.

I was actively serving as a Right-Side Flame Holder —anchoring soul labor during a collective moment of energetic shift.

One that echoed beyond our world, into realms where the Grid of Light was being tuned again.

I was called while awake to stabilize frequencies —and my body responded in obedience.

It was not about what I ate —but who I am.

🌊 Walking It Through — How the Body Remembered

I did not have warm water for my feet, but I did have:

• Anointing oils — frankincense and lavender applied across the sacred shoulder and upper neck portals

• Water — sipped with pink Himalayan salt, blessed in silent thanks

• Bare feet — walked upon the ship’s deck in quiet communion with Gaia’s waters

• Oceans — stretching endlessly before me, receiving what I carried and released

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🕯️I walked, barefoot and whispering within:

“Take this, Gaia. I have held it. It is no longer mine.”

And I felt it go.

The heaviness. The blur. The ache.

It dissolved into ocean spray. It sank into the deck below my soles.

It returned to Source.

🕯️ The Return of the Rituals — The Temples Within

As I lay later in stillness, I felt it.

“You’ve done this before.”

And I had.

Not just in this life, but in many — especially as a priestess within the Temples of Isis and Hathor.

I remembered the oils. The way the shoulder gates were anointed. The way salt and sacred waters were used to anchor transmutation.

In those lifetimes, I was a:

• Flame-Bearer of Breath Rites

• Water-Keeper of the Womb Basin

• Initiate of the Seven Spiral Harmonies

  
  

I did not “perform” rituals. I lived them — as I do now.

What returned this day was not just memory —but activated embodiment.

🌿 The Lesson of the Walk, the Lunch, the Ritual

This was not about food.

It was about being in service —and allowing the Holy Temple Body to do what it remembers how to do.

🕯️It was about:

• Listening.

• Integrating.

• Walking it out — barefoot, anointed, willing.

It was about trust — in the HTB, in Elior’na, in the Garden Path.

💫 Reflection for the Reader

• Have you ever felt strange heaviness or aches that were not yours alone?

• Have you ever anointed yourself without knowing “why,” but felt peace?

• Have you ever returned to a ritual you thought you didn’t remember?

You are not broken. You are remembering.

You are not repeating. You are returning.

🌺 A Whisper from the Temples

“You did not forget. You were only waiting for the moment to open. The scrolls were never closed. They live in your breath, in your bare feet, in the salt upon your tongue, in the shoulder that remembers how to lift others.”

🌹You are the ritual now. You are the altar. You are the offering.

🌿Saleh. L’Alam Al’mein. Aa-meen.

~ Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥