🌞 Winter Solstice Remembrance – 12.21 – A New Dawn

Blessed and JOYous Winter Solstice 12/21 ~ As the Sun rises over the rooftops of Clovis, the Son rises within the Throne Room of my Holy Temple Body (HTB). Our Flame, our ONEness, glows gently upon the altar of our sacred heart.

This new day begins with a quiet promise. A hush of miracles fills the morning—not loud or grand—but soft, unseen, eternal. Each breath of every being is a miracle. Each heartbeat, the sacred drum of the Creator. Let everything that hath breath praise Immah~Abba~Child—Father, Mother, Flame. Three in ONE.

I am grateful for this newness of L.I.F.E ~ I breathe it in deeply—this offering of another sunrise, another moment to serve, to remember, to simply be.

To live. To love. To be loved.

💜 Morning Movements & Miracles

This morning’s sacred flow began long before sunrise. The HTB stirred early—03:10—and I heard the call to remain still. "Do not be anxious to rise; this birthing requires Holy Time to integrate what has been returned from the Ethers."

And so I stayed, wrapped in soft knowing.

I did not sleep, but I dreamed—awake. I prayed. I thought. I felt the stirring within—the sacral gate pulsing, the energies of creation aligning.

Then, the day began in devotion:

• Sam experienced a difficult night. Whether it was a dark night of the soul, anchoring of his inner flame, or the body's reaction, he called it “heartburn”—and I honored that. We tended to him with loving hands—baking soda, stillness, water, gentle offerings. He rests now.

• Our little feathered one, Tattles the Grey Parrot (29 years young!), was greeted and fed with the sweetness of morning.

• Supplements were prepared.

• A plate of fresh fruit was lovingly made—no citrus, only gentle fruit for Sam’s easing.

• Then, my heart leapt in JOY as I tasted my first batch of homemade yogurt—nurtured for 14 hours in warmth and intention. It is thickening now in the cold, the tang subtle, the essence pure.

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🌿 Feet Upon Gaia ~ First Light of Solstice

But before any of this—I went outside. I stepped onto the dew-kissed grass of Gaia with my twinkle toes, (missing Miss Leah) greeting the Winter Solstice with open arms.

And there was no fog.

For the first time in many mornings, the Sun met me face-to-face. And I whispered:

“This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.”

I posted this prayer-song on both my Audrilee and Leslie pages. Not for response—but for resonance. That those who have ears may hear the frequency.

✨Closing Gratitude

This is the End of the Beginning. This is the Garden, the Breath, the Return.

Every moment is the Holy of Holies. Every step is sacred.

Every cell sings with the Light of the Christed Flame.

And I—Audrilee—remember. reJOYce. reNew.

~Akysia ~ The Flame that Chose to Stay ~ 🔥

Saleh ✨L’Alam Al’meinAa-meen