Atlantis

It seems like just yesterday evening I was looking out over the Atlantic Ocean, the sun's colors beginning to take on that rich heaviness and the crisp moon sat silently far overhead. Below me -- looking about the size of a dime -- was my body; sitting back to back, spine to spine, with a beautiful girl named Lane. We were on a stone platform along the beach and looking very peaceful. It had been a beautiful in-body meditation together for about an hour when my attention was drawn, in my mind's eye, to a golden dolphin emerging from the darkness in the distance, swimming from my right to my left, and then turning swimming away. He didn't seem particularly interested in me, but I could immediately tell that Lane had noticed the dolphin too. We both raced into the darkness to find the dolphin again, and found ourselves a hundred feet or so above our bodies. Being out of our bodies was normal for us, but the whole dolphin thing triggering it was unexpected.

"What was the dolphin about?" She asked. "He seemed familiar," I replied, and we started darting around the water, in it and over it, looking for a dolphin. We didn't see him; in fact, we didn't find much anything when we both got a very cold feeling in our hearts. There was a flickering of emotions running through everything. We both instinctively darted back to our bodies only to find them crying peacefully. Tears streaming down, lungs having little spasms... "What's going on?" We were both very scared in spite of the peaceful stillness of the land. Still outside our dense bodies, we bolted towards the city. There were hundreds of us floating around, all circling the big crystal in the center of town. The crystal was dark, the waves got very big, the wind grew very strong and very cold, the earth shook, our buildings cracked, and then everything froze. Time stopped. My physical body wasn't there anymore. I couldn't even find it. I wasn't near Lane anymore, but I knew she was peering through the same darkness I was. The sound of weeping was all around.

"As above, so below" is what they say. But you may also say "as below, so above." Form follows thought, but thought also follows form, it depends on your perspective. What happened to my country that evening shattered the form we loved so much. We became so lost. Some became so upset. I was just confused. I didn't want to start over on Earth. I know it’s beautiful but its like losing a beloved pet, you swear you'll never buy another one and go through it all again. I left Earth, I flew far away. "Atlantis was the best thing about that planet."

I flew up through the Eternity Gate (in Orion's Belt which we used to cal "Al") to Sirius and its watery planet. I stayed there thousands of years and became a pretty established water-worker until one day a few centuries ago my friend told me about what was going on with Earth. "They need you," she told me. "It's happening again."

The way she said "it's happening again" wasn't how I'd expect someone to say those words. It was like they were loaded. She had never lived on earth, but it was like she knew everything about it. I'm a very hands-on kind of learner so instead of asking her to go on, I walked away, sat down, and took off to see what she meant. Our Father showed me a cosmic dance that would land me perfectly at the answer. Indifferent but ready, I said goodbye to my friends and began my trip. This dance involved a stop at Venus, then decades in the space above Earth, about 60 miles up, then dinner with a very enthusiastic and intelligent family that lives on a moon of Jupiter, then preparation for the 3D descent in an underground house on the moon, with a very somber and silent group of guys there. The path to see what was up with Earth was going to pull me all the way in; but as I studied what had so recently happened to Earth I couldn't have been more excited to come back. "It's happening again," I'm now guessing, did not refer to the disaster. What I think she meant was, "Atlantis is happening again."

So I'm back. And here's the exciting part, I'm not alone.

There are millions of us coming back for this moment. I didn’t realize that I was on the leading edge of this movement, but right behind me is much of the country we left behind. This whole planet is awakening, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. What Atlantis perfected in one, big, round city is about to be perfected on one, big, round planet! We're coming back to watch and enjoy, millions of us. Earth’s children today are largely Atlantean in vibration. I watch my oldest friends excitedly cloak their identities with the splitting confusion of the human realm and step through two earth parents onto this planet. We temporarily abandon our memories, but we can't abandon who we are.

We are going to watch the shift. Yes, my people are a challenge for parents and teachers; seeming hyper, brilliant, and lost. How would you feel though, who would you become, if you knew everything someone was going to say before they got the first word out, and yet had to sit there looking at them until they felt finished, or else they'll call you rude and medicate you. How would you feel if you knew every time your parents lied to you or themselves, if you had to see the kind of people your teachers, police officers and politicians really are? Watch my people. They'll seem abrasive in many ways, but watch their interactions with each other. Watch their interactions with their boyfriends and girlfriends. Relationships they build look like the Taj Mahal compared to the relationships we’re building after a lifetime of experience. They can act as a single unit in ways that will scare you, but clinging to each other is their only relief. Traditional Earthlings can tell them to do it their way for only a little longer – they’re about to take control. They just won’t accept what we’ve done for a thousand years, or what their parents have done. What was looming in our future as chaos and destruction is being re-written by my people. While earth is waking up to a new world, my people are simply returning home. We can follow their lead for an easy transition; it’s why they’re here – for us.

My realization is that tragic sinking of my people long ago was not our death, but just the planting of the seed. And now, here we are, as the new sun rises, shedding its radiant light, we are drawn up out of the darkness, and into the awakening.