Life within New Earth Part 3
The Sinking of Lemuria
AUTHORS NOTE:
Third dimensional communication is logical, sequential and focused on time-based past, present and future. On the other hand, multidimensional communication is based on imagination, perceptual images and emotional/bodily feelings within the timeless NOW. Something is blocking my ability to imagine, perceive and/or feel next segment of the multidimensional story of Lemuria. Therefore, I will call upon Ra and Ra Mu, the King and Queen of Inner Earth Lemuria.
Dear Ra and Ra Mu,
I come to you NOW via my fifth dimensional, imagistic communication. I ask you to assist me with the next segment of Mytrian’s journey through your vast Lemurian world in Inner Earth. I had the deep honor of being taken for a brief visit to your world and remember the feeling of unconditional love and joy to which you all resonate.
I have had some difficulty getting totally centered on this segment of the storyline in which Mytrian is about to visit Telos. I live in the beach area of Southern California, which was once a part of Lemuria and often walk through the Northern California Redwood forests that remain from your civilization. I will take a moment to remember that “feel” while I await your message.
“Our Dear One,
You needn’t wait for the FEEL of our message, as we live within your heart, as well as within the heart of Mytrian. In fact, it is not the visit to Inner Earth’s Lemuria that has caused you pause. It is the FEEL of your Multidimensional SELF as presented in your “story” that has caused you to be still and remember.
Remembering is not an action; it is a stillness of body, mind and spirit. Also, our beloved Lemurian one, in order to remember our inner world, you must go through the memory of the destruction of our topside continent. This memory is not one to which any of us wish to return. However, through the darkness is the light.
Please allow us to hold your “hand” while you move through that memory HERE within our NOW. We will take you back into our communication in which you are “just telling a story.” It is through calling this memory a story that your unconscious can release its vigilance of protecting you from information until you were strong enough to receive it. Therefore, we begin where you left off with the Lemurian leader saying,
“Our leaders saw the possible reality of our total destruction and tried vigilantly to avoid it. However, our cycle had ended, and we needed to enter Inner Earth to find safety. However, that is a story for another NOW. Please, follow us into your celebration.”
MYTRIAN SPEAKS:
The leader then turned to guide us into the city but suddenly disappeared. In fact, our entire vision of the city, as well as our other Lemurian friends, was gone. We were standing alone in a very dark cave within the core of some version of Earth. Worse yet, the memory of how we came to this cave, and even of our own identity, began to blink in and out of our perception.
Our vague vision of Mytrian was morphing into the images of a tall man and women who wore what looked like ancient Grecian tunics. The tunics were the same for both the male and female and were made of a cloth that looked like spun light. The female’s tunic flowed down to her ankles, whereas the male’s tunic stopped just above his knees. Both tunics were fastened at their left shoulder with a golden clasp.
However, the clasp was not made of gold and appeared to be more crystalline in nature. At their waist they wore a belt of the same golden crystal, but it was flexible rather than solid like the clasp. On their feet were sandals of yet another version of the golden crystal substance. The female had long dark hair, which she wore in one braid down her back.
The braid was intertwined with a golden tread. She wore a necklace that hung from a golden/crystal chain with a large pendant that sat on her High Heart. The pendant was a simple circle, but flashed of different colors that visually displayed her every thought and emotion.
The male was slightly shorter than the female and wore a transparent golden helmet that held back his dark hair that was cropped to the length of his shoulders. He wore sandals that rose to just below his knees. The male also wore a similar pendant over his High Heart, but it hung from a slightly denser cord. His pendant also flashed of different colors to visually display every thought and emotion.
Both of the pendants were emitting a dark brown glow with red streaks, which we determined to be fear as we could feel great anxiety emanating from them both. Why were they afraid? The Lemurian world we had been visiting world seemed very calm and tranquil.
However, with that thought our vision switched from the deep cave of Inner Earth to an unknown location, which was relatively flat and smelled of the ocean. However, it also smelled of an unidentified gaseous odor that instantly frightened us.
“It is too soon,” cried the female who we somehow knew was named Landara.
“Yes,” the warrior Landar calmly replied. “Far too many of us will die now. Fortunately, our secrets are all imprinted into the Cornerstone Crystals of our settlement in Inner Earth. Also, many of our leaders are below to assist those of us who have been able to travel through our passages to Inner Earth.
“Now, most of the psychic passages have been closed by the terror of the people topside and the physical passages are all filling with water. We are sinking and soon the gases that we smell will erode the remainder of our physical matrix. Our homeworld has ended,” Landar spoke as one tear rolled down his check.
“Come, my Beloved,” said Landara. “We must join the gathering at our remaining Temple. Many of the topside people sleep and are unaware that our destruction is NOW.”
How anyone could sleep while the earth shook and the waves thundered across the land was beyond our imagination. However, our answer came when Landar and Landara arrived at the nearby Temple.
“Welcome,” said Laetara, who was the leader of the group of warriors and spiritual or governmental leaders. “We have sent out a ‘glimmer’ to assist the majority of those still topside to fall into a state similar to sleep. In this manner, they will be protected from the terror of their untimely death.
“In this manner, their collective trauma will not leave deep scars of fear and revenge on the remaining land or within the waters of our ocean. We have lived as peaceful people, and we wish to die in the same manner.”
Landar and Landara joined the “Circle of Completion.” They were among those who had volunteered to remain topside to transmute as much of the ever-present fear into love as was possible. The group had hoped that more of their people could have escaped to the inner settlement. But, since the ending was sooner than they thought, it was a blessing that those trapped on the surface could sleep through the demise of their magnificent world.
The volunteers who numbered several hundred, formed a large Circle of Completion in front of the entrance to their Temple of the Sun. The living essence of the Sun Temple called down to his Divine Complement, the Temple of the Moon, who had been taken by the sea in an earlier cataclysm.
Both of the Temples were living beings, as the crystals that formed the Temples were alive. The volunteers felt the crystalline Sun Temple's eagerness to join the crystalline being of his beloved Moon Temple who awaited him under the trashing ocean.
The Sun Temple Being, as well as the humanoid’s, knew that only their forms would die. They knew that their essence was immortal, but it was deeply wounded by the violent ending of their peaceful reality. However, all thoughts of sorrow must be released. They had volunteered to assist in calming the land, sea and astral world that would still remain, albeit in a vastly different form.
Not only would the form and structure of their world be forever altered, but the innocence of timeless eons of peace, joy, unity and love would be lost until humanity could again return to fifth dimensional consciousness. They knew that “time” would weigh heavy on the body of Gaia for many eons because her surface would be diminished to the frequency of the third dimension.
The Lemurian leaders and warriors had known for quite a while that the end of their world would be the beginning of “third dimensional time.” Because their consciousness was free of time, they could see that Atlantis would eventually join them deep below the surface. The people of Atlantis, who had once been their family, had become their enemy.
With the loss of these two great worlds, war, lack, suffering and sorrow would dominant over peace, abundance, joy and love for many cycles of “third dimensional time.” Everyone in the Circle knew that that prophesies were truth. They also knew that the Lower Astral Plane would carry the burden of the loss of two continents and the eons of suffering that would follow.
However, there was still hope for the higher planes of the fourth dimension. The members of the Circle of Completion had all made a personal sacrifice in order to assist Gaia during her transition into the lower realms. They made this choice in hopes that they could spare the Land of Fairie and the higher fourth dimensional worlds the sorrow, rage and revenge that threatened to remain within the land, sea and heart of the survivors.
Their individual and united thoughts and goodbyes instantly stopped when the land made a huge lurch in response to the rising seas. They all felt the Sun Temple calling them to unite in unconditional love and forgiveness. One-by-one, and as a whole, the volunteers ceased their thoughts to focus on the feelings of unconditional acceptance of the situation, unconditional forgiveness of all inner and outer “enemies,” and unconditional love of the land and sea that had been their home.
When the High Priest of the Sun Temple began to sing, the others joined in. The singing created a deep unity of consciousness and focused their attention on their joint task of transmuting ALL shadow into LIGHT. Suddenly, a huge flame burst out a deep fissure in the center of their circle. Their group was in such unity consciousness that they simultaneously focused on seeing the fire as the Violet Flame of Transmutation.
Their focus on transmutation of fear into unconditional love calmed them so completely that the sound of their singing became louder than the sounds of the surrounding destruction. The members of the Circle held their united vision of the Violet Flame transmuting ALL shadow into Light and observed as the Violet Light shone through the Land of Faerie and the higher planes of the fourth dimensions.
Many volunteers in the Land of Faerie also formed a Circle of Completion to accept this light and pass it on to the higher realms. The two Circles of Completion, with a huge Violet Flame in the center, echoed the power of transmutation back and forth between the third and fourth dimensions.
The forgiveness, joy and love resounded between the two realms of reality, served to send their divine message deep into the body of Gaia. Gaia smiled as her core filled with love. This gift greatly assisted Her to remain balanced on Her axis despite the disaster on Her surface.
Gradually, all became calm. The sounds of destruction were muted, the land accepted the water, and the violent waves transmuted into a steady rising tide. The volunteers held their place within the Circle as the water steadily rose up their bodies. Every voice continued to sing loud and clear and every heart remained opened and loving.
As the waters advanced beyond their throats and into their mouths, the drowning ones held their position within the circle until only the voice of the tallest Priestess remained. When the waters silenced the Priestess’s sweet voice the song of *“Auld Lang Syne” drifted into Gaia’s ethers to be sung again at the close of Atlantis and at the beginning of each new cycle.
The ending was completed and the beginning had commenced.
Our vision ended as suddenly as it had started. Once we had settled back into the being of Mytrian we looked up to see the leader and all our Lemurian friends surrounding us. All their “faces” were beaming with joy. The Leader held out its hand of light and said; “NOW you are ready to join us.”
As we looked past the leader, we saw the beautiful Lemurian settlement shimmering just beyond the curtain of light.
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