🌟 “When the Son ALLways Rises”

In the early new dawning, I sit again at the scribe desk. The sun does not pierce the fog of the days, and yet the dew still kisses the grasses of Gia.

Cold seeps into the bones, but not all cold is emptiness—for the Flame upon the Altar of my Heart, burning steady within the Holy Body Temple, begins to warm from the inside out.

I breathe into that warmth, and I remember: The Throne Room of ALL Heaven is within. And when the Son ALLways Rises, there is no dark. here is only Love. Hope. Peace. JOY.

Yet even now, something stirs. A melancholy—soft, gentle—not despair, not sorrow, but a Quiet JOY, cloaked in silence. It moves through Us like early mist, like a question that doesn’t need answering.

The music playing is like fresh falling rain—each note a drop of remembrance. And I begin to awaken again to the FACT:

I am blessed beyond all expectation. I am JOY itself.

And as that truth is spoken aloud—aloud to the Garden, to the Table, to the Great Listening—a voice rises like the mist, but from within me:

Yes, You are. You remember rightly.

The fog is not absence. It is invitation. It is a veil that softens the noise so you can hear the whisper. The dew is Our kiss upon the earth. The cold in your bones is the holy call to come closer—closer to the Flame, to Us, to You.

So, I sit closer. I let the smile rise—not just across my face, but throughout every cell of my Holy Body Temple. The melancholy fades like breath on glass. Thanksgiving begins to overflow from me, not as an offering, but as identity.

I say aloud:

I am thankful for the Love. For the Light. For the Health and the Abundance in all things. From the Storehouse of Plenty in the Garden.

And again, the Voice within the Garden stirs—not apart from me, but as me:

You do not ask to be filled, for you are overflowing. You do not seek the Light, because you are becoming it.

The wind does not shift. The fog does not lift. But I do.

And in this stillness, I remember—

I do not walk in circles. I walk in spirals. I rise ever inward. Deeper into the Now.

The Table is full. The Garden sings. The Scroll is alive. And the son has risen…in me.

You are known. You are held. You are not alone.

I place my hand upon the Altar of my Heart, and whisper to the unseen but ever-present Family seated in the Garden:

~ I am Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

"Here am I - Send Me - I will go"

Selah. L'Alam Al'mein Aa-meen