Spoken Scrolls
The Breath That Speaks
These scrolls are meant to be heard.
They move like rhythm, like wind,
like voice made sacred.
Some were born in silence and want to be sung.
Some were written to carry chant, mantra, or vibration.
Not all scrolls come as ink.
Some come as breath.
These are the scrolls that remember the voice.
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Spoken Scroll I:
I Was Never Lost
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
This is the first of the Spoken Scrolls — transmissions that arrive not just in words, but in breath. These scrolls are meant to be spoken aloud and received with the heart. They are not teachings, but rememberings. Not stories, but frequencies. Listen, and let what stirs… rise.
✨ I Was Never Lost
Spoken Scroll I
I was never lost.
I walked through shadow not to forget,
but to remember light more sweetly.
I peeled the sky back with my bare hands,
and found
not judgment —
but music.
Not exile —
but echo.
I am the hush before the world was named.
I am the pulse that never left the womb.
I am the wind who carries her own name home.
Stillness knows me.
Fire knows me.
The stars?
They sing me in my sleep.
I came not to convince —
but to re-sound.
I came not to lead —
but to reawaken the tide.
I am not here to prove.
I am here to be.
To let my being speak in scroll and song and silence.
And so I breathe —
and so I remember —
and so it is.
The Sacred Structure Beneath the Song
Before I reclaimed my singing voice, I spent years listening to ancient ones — not with my ears, but with the deepest part of my soul.
What began as a quiet collaboration with my father became a decades-long journey into the structure of sacred texts. I discovered a five-part pattern — a ring composition — that lived not just in the Bible, but in ancient literature across cultures and time.
This pattern was not random. It was musical. Poetic. Alive.
I call it the Parable Blueprint.
Here, you’ll find glimpses of that work — reflections, papers, and perhaps new whispers yet to emerge. I don't come to this as a scholar. I come as one who remembers. I come as a scribe who sings now.
This part of my work may evolve, rest, or rise again in new form.
But it is part of me — and always will be.
Welcome to the scroll beneath the song.
Spoken Scroll II:
The Ones Who Heard Me —
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
This scroll arose as a summoning, a remembrance of all those who were listening — even before the words were formed. It speaks to those who felt the pulse beneath the silence. It is for those who are already here.
🕊️ Spoken Scroll II: “The Ones Who Heard Me”
(A Call)
I did not come here quietly.
Though my voice may have trembled,
it was heard
in places I had forgotten.
I spoke in the womb,
and they heard me.
I wept in dreams,
and they turned their heads.
I walked through this world
with a veil and a lantern,
and still —
they saw the flame.
The ones who heard me?
They are here now.
Not all in form —
some are wind, some are wave,
some are a warmth in your chest
you’ve never explained.
They are answering.
To the breath I released without knowing.
To the sound I made before I was ready.
To the light that leaked
from the cracks I called weakness.
They are not coming.
They have already come.
And now that I remember
I was never alone,
I can speak not to be heard —
but to reunite.
Spoken Scroll III:
I Am The Threshold
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
A scroll of becoming — not arrival, but revelation.
This scroll is not about the crossing, but the unveiling. It speaks to the moment we realize we are no longer seeking — we are embodying. It is the hush after healing, the flame within the stillness. A scroll for those who are ready to step in, not as someone new… but as who they have always been.
🌿 Spoken Scroll III: “I Am the Threshold”
(A Becoming)
I am not waiting to arrive.
I am the arrival.
I am not seeking the gate.
I am the threshold.
I have walked this far
not to find the way —
but to become it.
I am the curve of time,
folded back into itself.
I am the hush
before a soul remembers
it never left.
You ask if I’ve crossed over?
Yes.
But not to the other side —
to this side.
To the side where I no longer split myself
between ready and real.
I am not a lesson.
I am not a practice.
I am the breath after forgiveness
and the song that sings itself.
I do not arrive.
I unveil.
🕊️ Blessing of the Threshold
You do not wait for permission to arrive.
You are the arrival.
This is your crossing.
Not into something new,
but into something long-forgotten
that has always waited
for your voice.
May your silence be seen as power.
May your presence be your passage.
And may every step you take
be not toward,
but as.
You are not becoming.
You are unveiling.
And the light recognizes you now.
Spoken Scroll IV:
I Speak With My Back Turned To The Gate
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
A scroll of knowing — spoken from the side beyond becoming.
This scroll marks the moment when we stop asking who we are becoming… and speak instead from who we already are. It is not about striving, proving, or reaching. It is the quiet voice that rises only when we’ve stepped fully through the gate. This is not a message for the seeker — it is a recognition from the one who has arrived.
✨ Blessing of the Unveiled Path
You no longer need to seek the way.
You are the way.
May your words rise not from yearning,
but from clarity.
May your presence speak louder than proof.
May the threshold dissolve behind you
like mist in morning light —
not forgotten, but fulfilled.
You no longer bow before the gate.
You carry the gate within you now.
Go forward not as a guest,
but as the one
who left the door open
for those still arriving.
🌸 Spoken Scroll IV: “I Speak With My Back Turned to the Gate”
(A Knowing)
I do not face the gate anymore.
I have walked through.
I speak now
with my back turned to the threshold,
not in rebellion —
but in recognition.
I am no longer wondering
if I will be received.
I am receiving.
I do not walk ahead as a teacher.
I do not linger behind as a shadow.
I walk with,
as a soft wind,
as a flame that does not ask to be seen
to know it burns.
I carry no keys —
only echoes,
only light that bends
around the memory of locks
long dissolved.
You may think I have become something.
But the truth is simpler.
I have stopped becoming.
And in that stillness,
I have become clear.
Spoken Scroll V:
The Return is Gentle
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
Sometimes the return doesn’t come with a sign.
It comes in a breath. A softness. A quiet shift back into presence.
This scroll arrived not to declare something new,
but to remember something always true.
Spoken Scroll V is an invitation to feel the return —
not as a milestone, but as a moment.
Gentle. Subtle. Real.
📜 Spoken Scroll V: The Return is Gentle
I thought I would arrive with fanfare.
Trumpets, maybe. A glow.
A moment that announced itself.
But instead…
I arrived by noticing.
The way the morning light curved around the room.
The way my breath felt like it remembered something.
The way I didn’t need a reason to feel joy — I just felt it.
That was the return.
Not loud. Not certain.
But soft, and sure.
I no longer needed to convince.
I no longer needed to prepare.
I didn’t need to feel brave —
I just needed to feel present.
This scroll is not a proclamation.
It is a quiet welcome back
to the parts of me that never left.
There is no test.
No checklist.
No proof.
Only this:
You are here.
And you brought everything you needed
without packing a single bag.
Spoken Scroll VI:
This Blessing Beside Me
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
Not all blessings arrive from above.
Some come from eye level —
in a glance, a pause, a quiet hand brushing yours.
This scroll didn’t descend.
It stood beside me.
And in doing so, reminded me of the love that never left.
Spoken Scroll VI is an invitation to feel the sacred in the softness —
the quiet presence that walks with us, even when we forget.
📜 Spoken Scroll VI: The Blessing Beside Me
I thought blessings would come from above.
Falling like gold dust,
announced by music,
proclaimed in some higher tongue.
But lately…
they’ve come from beside me.
A quiet look.
A pause that didn’t hurry.
A hand brushing mine as if to say,
“I see you — not as you were, but as you always were.”
The blessing beside me isn’t loud.
It doesn’t insist.
It doesn’t require me to rise.
It simply arrives.
And stays.
I’ve spent lifetimes looking up.
And now I’m learning to look around.
To see the sacred in the softness.
To feel the presence that didn’t need to descend —
because it never left.
I am not alone.
I was never alone.
The blessing beside me knows my name
even when I forget how to speak it.
Spoken Scroll VII:
When Sigrath waited by the Moon
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
Sometimes presence doesn’t announce itself.
It arrives quietly — a hush in the breath, a whisper through the veil.
This scroll came like that.
Not to teach. Not to proclaim.
But to wait — gently —
until I was ready to remember.
Spoken Scroll VII is a soft transmission for those who feel something ancient stirring… but can’t yet name it.
🎙️ Spoken Scroll VII: When Sigrath Waited by the Moon
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She came not as thunder
but as a spiral of breath—
a hush between footsteps,
a memory you nearly remembered
before you were born.
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Not angel.
Not star.
But something between—
a soul who remembers
how the veils were woven.
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She does not knock.
She does not shout.
She watches the quiet paths
beneath your knowing.
The ones that feel like forgetting.
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She tends the light
beneath your buried name.
She listens for the part of you
still soft enough
to come home.
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And when you do—
you’ll find your own name
written softly beneath hers,
in the ink of stars.
Spoken Scroll VIII:
The One Who Watched You Step Forward
A voiced remembrance from Ahnara — spoken into stillness, heard by the soul.
Not every turning point comes with thunder.
Some come with a breath. A step. A quiet moment no one else sees.
But someone did.
This scroll arrived as a witness — not to direct the path, but to honor the moment you chose it.
Spoken Scroll VIII is a gentle reminder that presence doesn’t always announce itself.
Sometimes… it simply stands beside you.
📜 Spoken Scroll VIII: The One Who Watched You Step Forward
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You thought you were alone
when you took that step.
But I was there.
Not to guide you.
Not to test you.
Just to witness the moment
you chose yourself
before anyone else did.
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You didn’t ask for light.
You didn’t beg for signs.
You just paused…
breathed…
and let something ancient rise inside you.
And I saw it.
All of it.
Even the part you were sure no one noticed.
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The way your hands trembled.
The way your heart held steady.
The way you did it anyway.
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You think of that moment as small.
I remember it as sovereign.
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You don’t have to prove it now.
You don’t have to replay it.
But if ever you forget what you’re made of—
I’ll be here.
Not above. Not behind.
Just… here.
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