In April of 2016, while enjoying a rare peaceful, quiet moment in my bedroom, I heard a soft voice whisper in my left ear. “Lemuria is calling.”
Hmm, that’s strange, I thought while also being intrigued and knowing this was something special to receive.
I live on the west coast and am familiar with some of the stories and legends that are Lemuria and Atlantis. Both civilizations said to have fallen, each for different reasons. Some claim they are myths. Others claim these civilizations existed and share elaborate details. I am one to believe there is Truth in myths. I believe these civilizations existed. I feel it in my body. Whether they were called Lemuria and Atlantis and whether they existed at the time period historians discuss (and still debate) matters not to me. Lemuria calls to me in my body. In my cells. And those parts of my Being do not lie.
Since hearing that message, I have been very drawn to learning more about Lemuria. And the Universe has indeed delivered. Images of Lemuria popping up on my social media feeds. Articles shared by others. Too many synchronicities to count.
I was guided to buy a book recently, “Coming Home To Lemuria” by Charmain Amarea Kumara Redwood. Charmain says Lemurian civilization fell because we became aware of lower vibrational planets and, given our nature to help others, we made the choice to visit these planets in order to assist. We weren’t prepared for the density and what it would do to our body and our Soul. She says that is when we realized we were unable to return to Lemuria and this is what lead to the fall of our way of life.
