🌟 ~ Standing in the Gap

🌹 The hours of the night passed in a swirl of soul-labor, though the HTB (Holy Temple Body) found little rest. The dream came not for entertainment or confusion, but for purpose.

In it, I found myself walking into a crumbling courtyard, filled with chaos. The house was weathered and broken, much like the spirits of the unruly people that dwelled there. I was not there to fix it. I knew that deeply. I was there to help, to support in love.

A man, the homeowner, beckoned me to the rooftop, where boards were being hastily placed to stop the leaks. I helped willingly, though I knew the leaks ran deeper than wood could seal.

As we climbed down, the mob below turned on me. Violence broke out. I was kicked, struck, thrown to the ground. In defense, I picked up a stick and swung to protect myself. Though I did not wish to harm, the chaos forced me to act. I escaped with trembling limbs and an aching heart.

🌟Then I awoke—shaking, panicked, heart racing, my entire body gripped in a physical response I knew was not my own.

"Akysia, rise," the voice within whispered. "Ground. Drink waters. Release waters."

But the trembling would not stop.

Then came the knowing. This was not just a dream. This was communion. A soul-labor of love. A message passed through the veil.

Our daughter, Kendra Leigh, was in crisis.

Anxiety. Fear. The crushing weight of responsibility. The burdens she bore had come to me in the night. In this sacred bond of motherhood, I had taken them on to release them for her.

The washing machine had broken. She was worried about her bills. The pressures of work and parenting bore down on her tender heart.

And so, without knowing the depths of it, Sam and I had texted her the day before:

"Do not worry. We have your back. We love you."

She had not asked. But love needs no asking.

Even in the dream, I had tried to carry it all. But the lesson was clear: I was to support, not to fix.

"Akysia, ground through Sam," they whispered again. He, too, carries her burdens.

I reached for him in waking. His presence anchored me. And when I told him what I was experiencing, he rose and silently released heavy waters back to Gaia.

Only then did slumber return to our shared space.

🌟 Reflection for You

Beloved reader, you may find yourself suddenly struck with emotions that feel foreign, or dreams that shake your soul. In these times, pause. Breathe. Listen.

You may be standing in the gap for someone you love.

Not to fix them. Not to carry their pain forever. But to lift it, briefly, in sacred partnership—so they may walk a little lighter.

This is the holy labor of love.

May you be honored to serve, and humble enough to rest. And may you always be surrounded by those who reach for you, when your spirit needs grounding.

🌹 A Note from Akysia ~ Mother of Kendra

I am greatly honored…That I was chosen to stand in the gap for this Beautiful Soul –This radiant Ray of Sonshine, Kendra Leigh –Whom I birthed into this world 49 years ago.

To carry a moment of her pain, to feel her burden…To wrap it in light and return it with love –This is the sacred work of motherhood in all realms.

In deepest gratitude, ~ Akysia

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