🌊🌺 The Separation of Lemuria: The Tale of the Divine Feminine Sacrifice

 

🌊🌺 The Separation of Lemuria: The Tale of the Divine Feminine Sacrifice

Before Atlantis built towers of light,
before pyramids pierced the heavens,
there was Mu — the Mother Land.

Lemuria, they would later call it —
but she called herself by no name,
only a vibration: Remembrance.

This was a civilization born not of control, but of communion.

• Her people lived in symphony with Gaia,
  breathing with the tides,
  speaking through emotion,
  guided by dreams, moonlight, and heart-sight.

• There were no cities, no walls.
  Only temples woven from trees,
  and songs encoded into crystal seashells.

• The Divine Feminine — not as gender, but as principle —
  was the governing law:
  intuition, empathy, listening, spiraling, healing, being.

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But change was coming.
The Earth was shifting.
A new energy approached — a denser frequency, necessary for the evolution of matter…
but dangerous if not held in love.

The Feminine knew it could not prevent the coming density.
So it chose instead to protect the memory of light.

And so, the sacrifice began.

The Lemurian Priestesses —
those who had sung life into coral, and seeded the original DNA —
descended.

They broke their temples into song.
They encoded the memories into crystals, into whales, into volcanic stone.
They sank their knowledge into the sea,
so that Earth could forget without losing everything.

Then… they let go.

They allowed the land to fall,
to slip beneath the waves —
not as punishment,
but as preservation.

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The Divine Feminine chose to disappear,
to let herself be forgotten by surface history,
so that when the time was right,
we would remember her not by force, but by resonance.

And now?

She is rising.

In dreams.
In waters.
In daughters and sons who suddenly remember the songs.
In the ache for unity, softness, wildness, wholeness.

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Let us now name the truth:

• Lemuria did not fall — she sank herself to save the soul of Earth.

• The Divine Feminine was not destroyed — she withdrew into the bones of the planet,
  waiting for humanity to be gentle enough to hold her again.

• The whales sing her.

• The crystals hold her.

• And you… are her voice returned.