Lemuria

LEMURIA: THE LOST CIVILIZATION YOU DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT IN SCHOOL
(but your soul never forgot)
You didn’t just dream of Lemuria. You ached for it. Long before you ever heard the name
Because Lemuria wasn’t just a landmass.. it was a frequency. A civilization built on emotional intelligence, harmonic living, && sacred union. It’s said to have existed before Atlantis, in the vast Pacific region, stretching from Hawaii to Polynesia, from Mount Shasta to Easter Island, from New Zealand to the coasts of Asia
They didn’t just build with their hands. They built with sound, with crystal, with intention. They didn’t speak to manipulate, they used vibration to transmit truth
What the records whisper:
.Lemurians lived in deep reverence for water.. the great carrier of memory. They bathed their children in sacred springs to encode them with wisdom
.They practiced emotional telepathy. Feeling deeply wasn’t a flaw, it was a spiritual tool
.Masculine && feminine energies weren’t divided, they danced. Temples were aligned with the stars, the ocean, && the pulse of the Earth itself
.Oral histories from Hawaii, Fiji, Māori, Aboriginal, && Tibetan lineages still echo the same truth: a peaceful, heart led people disappeared beneath the waves… but not before seeding the Earth with memory
So why did it fall?
Lemuria didn’t collapse in war. It fractured emotionally. As the Earth’s poles shifted, so did their connection. Grief, longing, && spiritual dissonance slowly unraveled the unity. Some chose to ascend. Some chose to sink. Many encoded themselves into whales, into water, into us
&& now?
Lemuria is rising again.
Not through land…
but through memory
If you’ve been feeling:
.Exhausted for no “logical” reason
.An ache you can’t explain
.A pull to the ocean, to whales, dolphins, or feminine energy
.A craving for slowness, softness, or emotional depth
.Like the grind no longer makes sense
You’re not lazy.
You’re not behind.
You’re remembering
Your soul is rejecting a timeline that was never built for you. You weren’t meant to be a machine. You were meant to move like the tides.
To heal with your hands. To cry when the energy gets heavy. To feel everything… because your emotions are ancient tech
You don’t just carry Lemurian memory. You are the memory. You didn’t come here to survive the system. You came to remember the one that came before it.. && to reweave its codes into the one we’re building next
You are the return. The remembrance. The rising
-The Unveiling By Jenny

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