My Return to Atlantis
A Shamanic Journey to the High-Tech Ancient World
The Spectacular Gold: A Return to the Frequency of Atlantis
As I walk my dog before it is time to close my eyes for the night, I think to myself about whether these experiences I have been having are just all made up. Somehow I keep thinking I need more and more clarity. I give it a go and say out loud, “I have a yearning to meet my guides properly, if you’re really there. I don’t understand all these symbols.”
The three nights prior, I asked for guides to introduce themselves to me one by one. What did I get? Animals. So far, the following have showed up:
Female lions: appearing when I see parasites on people.
A bear turning into a man: helping me over a fence.
Whales: showing up when structures appear vulnerable.
A giant hummingbird: watching me from the other side of a window when I’m protecting a baby hummingbird.
A raven that called itself “Nightfall”: flying with me above my parent’s house.
A crocodile: appearing, funnily enough, in cake form.
Little did I know, it is actually quite shamanic to see animals appearing as spirit guides. That is a topic for another time, but for now, let’s focus on the story about to unfold.
The Threshold: The Fog and the Invitation
I’m in a bus, alone. I am on a road in the dark. It is foggy and eerie. I thought to myself, “Here we go, another shadow dream, GREAT!”
I recognize the fog is an interpretation of what is going on with me right now. It is a quiet unknowing of where I’m meant to go with my career. I can’t see what is ahead. It is a bit isolating when you awaken to something you know is building up, but you just don’t quite know what it is. It is something unfolding slowly and I am being called to just be still.
I look up ahead and I see a shadow figure on the side of the road. Somehow, I’m not afraid, so I ask the bus to stop. As the doors open, I see an old lady standing there in the mist.
“Are you ok?!” I ask.
She smiles at me and says with her mind, “Come with me.”
The City of Water
Suddenly, I am still in the bus, but we are somewhere electric blue and high tech. I can hear music all around. It sounds kind of like the music from the Rivendell scene in Lord of the Rings, super angelic and beautiful.
The feeling rushed over me as if I was home. It was the same feeling you get when you go back to a place you have such fond memories of. Everything was so vibrant. Everyone was so happy! I ask her where we are and she says with the biggest grin on her face, “Atlantis.”
At this point, I am in genuine disbelief and awe. This did not feel like a normal dream at all.
The Temple
She takes me to a temple. I still kick myself that I didn’t ask her name. I was too stunned, and I think I was a little shocked that I had to get answers about myself first before I could ask her. It felt so rude of me.
I ask her questions about my life. I ask if I can come home and she tells me that I can always come home. She says that I don’t have to reincarnate again here, but I have one more human reincarnation left with a different limitation to experience.
She tells me that the most important thing right now is for me to help my mother and be there for my family. My mother will need to use money she will receive to rebuild her life again, and I need to support her on that journey so she can be at peace. I also realize this could be my higher-self communicating with me. The one more human reincarnation thing, however, did not please me! I am tired of everything going on right now.
She shows me a woman who feels like family. She might be a sister or even a version of myself. I know her. She is wearing a metallic gold dress and she is a literal goddess to look at. Her energy is calm as she talks to me about different hand gestures. She says that the junior priestesses curl their hands as they put their head to the ground. I think this was a metaphor for grounding high-frequency power into earthly humility.
Two children come over to me and ask me what surprised me the most about Atlantis and I said, “That you guys have buses here.” They laughed and said, “People always say that.”
The Two Metaphor Messages
After this moment, I appear in two distinct scenarios. They are a bit like the training rooms I’ve explained in previous posts.
In the first, I am asked to hold a queen bee because she won’t sting when removing a nest. Yet, she stings me and it hurts. For me, this was a lesson in trusting assumptions. We may assume something will be safe, but sometimes it is not and we can get stung. That is life. It is what it is. We must move forward with the pain sometimes, even when we had the best intentions.
The second metaphor finds me in a gardening class, planting pots. A lady is showing us how to simply garden and get our hands dirty. My immediate thought is, “My gosh this is so boring, why can’t I go back to where I just was?”
That was the message. Sometimes being earthly can feel boring, but we have to plant the pots and be with one another, helping the plants to grow. That is the mission.
Final Thoughts
This experience was a reminder that while my soul belongs maybe somewhere else, my current work is where the weeds are and I need to be there with everyone helping out. We often want to skip the “boring” earthly tasks like planting pots (although I’m starting to like the idea of gardening) or navigating the fog, but even in a place as advanced as Atlantis, they still have buses to catch and structures to maintain.
I’m learning that the hand symbols of a priestess are meant to be used while our heads are to the ground so maybe I’ll try that. We bring the high frequency down here, into the mundane, into the family duties, and even into the stings of life. That is how we rebuild. That is the human mission.
My instinct is thinking that this is an akashic record that I accessed of mine. Either a past life or a frequency that I matched to go to this place.
Nonetheless, the message was beautiful and it’ll stay with me forever.
If you’ve ever seen this place, please let me know! These experiences when they are shared make me feel less alone, less weird. You are safe here.
I was moved by how openly you hold wonder beside uncertainty, without forcing either one to win. What stayed with me most was your gentle return to the simple human work of family, patience, and planting pots; the sense that whatever realms we glimpse, love still asks to be lived here 🙏🏽
I dreamed of the Fall of Atlantis. The end of that experiment. A man appeared and seemed annoyed that he had to destroy everything again. He put a protective bubble around the animals, one was a giant serpent in the water. Then I woke up. Amazing.
Thank you for sharing your dream. I remember years ago people talking about the song "Auld Lang Syne" and its connection to the Fall of Lemuria. Someone wrote an remembrance on it. If you look up the song and mention the Fall of Lemuria it will pop up. The song activates us but the article (as I remember) was off the charts powerful tool!