Return of Lemuria
Prologue
From 2016 to 2020, I lived on a piece of land called ALCHERINGA, situated right next to Mount Jeruselum National Park in New South Wales.
This was the first home I discovered after moving to Australia with my husband at that time, and it became the first home of our son, born amidst the lightning on the night of January 20, 2017, as a messenger heralding the dawning Age of Air in Aquarius. (Even now, they still reside there.)
This story begins at the end of June 2024, when I picked up a book titled "Alcheringa."
According to this book, "Alcheringa" is an Aboriginal word meaning "Dreamtime" or "Golden Age."
Guided by the magnetic forces of the stars Sirius and Pleiades, I have woven together the inspirations and events I received as gifts into a "short novel"
Set in the Byron Bay shire where I live, it connects the places of Mullumbimby, Brunswick Heads, and extends to Port Douglas, located 1,600 kilometers away at the northernmost point of the eastern Australian coast.
This is a Cosmic Love Story unfolding on a 10,000-year scale, bridging the third and fifth dimensions.
Byron Bay, at the easternmost tip of Australia and a part of Gaia's ley lines, has long been a sacred site cherished by the Aboriginal people as Cavanbah—the place of the reunion of souls.
Also, it is a home where the whales, known as messengers of Sirius, have returned annually since ancient times to give birth and raise their young.
As we pass through the Lion's Gate in 2024, with the lunar eclipse in September and the solar eclipse in October, the memories of Lemuria from a 12,000-year cycle re-emerge in the midst of the eclipse tunnel—a reunion of two souls in the heart of Dreamtime.
How you choose to receive this story—as my personal diary or as an imagination downloaded from another dimension—is left to you, the readers.
This is a gift to my beloved star sisters and brothers.
Note: In this story, several pseudonyms are used for narrative purposes.
I recommend this music track as a soundtrack for this story while you are reading.
This encounter was like a supernova comet colliding with the Earth.
Its purity and impact completely obliterated my old world, igniting the door to metamorphosis into a new dimension.
The meeting with Giovanni took place on June 26.
Coincidentally, it was the day I received a book titled ALCHERINGA—a journey through the Dreamtime memories of this land’s First Nations, woven across a timeline of over 10 thousand years.
To be precise, we had met back in December at a mutual friend’s little birthday gathering but, at that time, I had no inkling that he would become someone special to me; so much so that I didn’t even remember his name.
Yet, on June 26, I found myself “unexpectedly” going to Brunswick twice in one day. The first time was in the morning, a strange flutter in my chest beckoned me, and even I got my work after 10 am, I momentarily drove to Brunswick.
After I had a walk on the beach, I started putting up the flyers of our show in the town. And someone called my name.
It was him.
So, I gave one of the copies in my hand and invited him to my event in Byron Bay next month.
(Later, I learned that at 6 AM that very morning, dozens of SPs in black descended upon the Wallam protest camp,unleashing their tyranny.)
Then, in the afternoon, I had planned to quietly drop Wooyang beach with my son, but somehow took the wrong freeway exit (despite having been to Wooyang many times), and ended up redirected to Brunswick instead.
There, I would bump into the same man twice, once in the morning and once in the sunset.
That afternoon, I picd my boy as he got off the school bus, and collected a parcel at the post office in Mullum. It was the book I had longed for:
ALCHERINGA: When the First Ancestors were Created
After receiving the book, I yearned for a quiet place, so I headed towards Wooyang, only to take a wrong turn and be pulled back to busy Brunswick, which honestly soured my mood.
However, while strolling along Rockwall, I stumbled upon a strange chalk drawing: two star people holding hands, a UFO, and a whale...
Could such a thing exist really?
Like a scene from an old movie, Jumanji, where the world within the book spills into reality...Indeed, the very contents of the book I had just received were transcribed as art along the roadside.
“Ah, so the Ancestors wanted to show us this drawing and pulled us back to Bruns”
I realized, and as I turned to retrace my steps, there he was.
“Who are you? Who’s this brother…?”
Since that moment, I have started seeking for the meaning of this sudden question, gazing into the storyline of Dreamtime, searching for his essence, and the soul within myself.
July 14, Sunday
I headed towards the drumming circle, after more than a year, for some reason, I felt you were there.
With a prayerful heart, I first walked along Rockwall to pay my respects. Though there’s no torii gate, this path is my sacred way, my shrine.
Suddenly, the man next to me shouted, “Shark!” Startled, I looked to the sea, only to see two playful dolphins leaping, a lovely omen, a blessing in their dance.
Yet, it was still July. By five o’clock, the sun quickly set, and by the time I arrived at the grounds, the darkness had already enveloped the day. I thought, “I won’t be able to find you now. with my eyes” In that moment, I recalled the Oracle card I drew before leaving home: “Heart Chakra.”
Ah, if my eyes can’t see, then I will follow the call of the heart. Beyond the joy of seeking, I trust that in the pull of this magnetic desire, I will surely find you.
Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon a friend's fire dance, lost in wonder before drifting to the sound of drums. The clang of bells rang clear, a sound I knew well. Even in the dark, I could discern that frequency.
Faces hidden in shadow, yet I recognized something 〝familiality〟.
As I drew closer, that “someone” struck my small drum with a stick before uttering a word.
In a fleeting moment, as the jamming circle paused, I bravely called out, “Giovanni!”
In the next heartbeat, he lifted me, spinning me through the air.
When was the last time I was lifted this way, like a child? Before I could think, a joyful squeal escaped me.
“I have been aware of the cycles of the moon, the moments of new and full. But since meeting you, the half moon has become special too. In the days of old, generations ago, in Japan, where 'I love you' was unknown, they expressed their love simply by saying, ‘The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’
The Lion’s Gate has begun to open. From now until its peak on August 8th, and closing on the 12th, Sirius aligns behind the sun each day. In this union, we receive the power of 2 fires upon us at once. Dear beautiful one, I bless your new journey from here.”
On July 29, Sunday
before dawn on my 42nd birthday on this Earth, I gazed through the window at the third half moon since our meeting, sending a message to him, who was no longer here.
“Will you help me with my festival on August 10?”
Two weeks before, on the night of the previous half moon, I asked him at the drumming circle, and he replied,
“No, I won’t be here anymore…”
I had heard from another friend that he might soon leave the shire.
“When are you going, and where to?”
“I am leaving on Wednesday.”
The drumming Sunday, and his departure on Wednesday.
The moment I met you, I knew I would lose you 3 days later. That encounter was like an eclipse, and the farewell, just as sudden.
“I have a connection with the whale as well”
he said, rarely checking his phone, placing the present above all. Only twice a day, he would glance at it, or sometimes just once, meditating on some island, completely off the grid for a week.
Yet, my pure antenna seems to read the “waves” from afar, like dolphins and whales using echolocation to find their kin. That night, over the phone, he shared with me tales of the whales that captivated my heart.
“When I was in Ecuador, I traveled with a handpan. I told the fishermen, ‘I can call whales with this,’ and they let me aboard.”
It was a fanciful lie, but he wanted to be on that boat, and luckily, they welcomed him. I laughed at his “forceful innocence.”
“And then what happened?” I leaned in, listening to his voice, my beloved frequency.
“After drumming for a while, they truly appeared! The great one came close to our boat, lifting her head to meet my gaze, and in that moment, my heart was pierced. I couldn’t find the words; I just realized I was crying.”
It was the same for us.
We were connected through the eye of the whale. Last August, I too swam with the whale, and a great humpback gazed at me, opening the gate to Dreamtime. (Normally, when someone gazes at you, you say, “I was gazed by her/his eyes.” But with a whale, it must be singular, for you can only see one eye at a time.
And somehow, I notice that the star people’s union painted on the streets of Brunswick is also depicted as a single eye.)
“So, what kind of whale was it?”
In Byron Bay, I always encounter the humpback whales, but I could hardly imagine what creatures inhabit South America.
And he replied,
“It was a Blue Whale.”
The blue whale! The largest and most magnificent creature on Earth, known to humanity since ancient times.
Like the saying goes, “Love is blind,”
I often find myself falling hopelessly for someone, and I can’t tell if I’m drawn by a true connection, or merely drowning in a world of my own creation, leaving me anxious and unsure.
At forty, I never expected to meet a version of myself, a girl like a teenager, once again. So, I sought guidance from a healer.
She had helped me before, a trustworthy Japanese channeler, translating the voice of our higher selves, guiding us to understand the essence of our souls.
Through her, the world of Lemuria revealed itself. Before the last pole shift brought us to this third dimension, when fear, anxiety, and jealousy were unknown, Gaia existed in a golden time of pure love and harmony, in a fifth-dimensional consciousness. We were brothers and sisters of that era deeply loving and yearning for each other, always alongside the whales. That was the vision she saw through her third eye.
“You know my everything,”
he suddenly said to me, back when we had just met. Those words hit harder than any “I love you”I had ever received—a 100 times more impactful.
How could he say that to someone he had barely met?
Why such unwavering trust in me?
I was astonished, confused, and my heart trembled.
But now I understand. Just as a whale’s tail shape is unique, like a fingerprint, we can identify them by the form of their flukes. I may not know all of you, but I know your tail.
“I don’t know your everything, but I feel your core.”
After parting in Brunswick in July, we would reunite on September 25, two months later (another half moon), in the tunnel of a lunar eclipse and solar eclipse, 1,600 kilometers away in Port Douglas.
For me, it was a journey back to Cairns, since the total solar eclipse of 2012.
My partner was deeply hurt by this catch-up. After two and a half years of journeying together, he left my side with grief. He had always walked beside me, matching my pace, and as Gaia, I felt like I had lost the moon, my balance severely disrupted.
Yet from there, I chose to be guided by the far-off Sirius, the azure sun of spirituality.
The day after I returned home, I received a message from Giovanni, who had gone directly to Cedar Bay for a self fasting retreat.
“A miracle has happened; my visa extension was approved.”
When he left Bruns, he held a bridging visa,having applied for a working holiday extension,but at that time, he had said,
“It seems impossible unless a miracle occurs.”
He hadn’t quite met the required work hours set by the government. But that miracle did occur.
That night, as we met at the drumming circle, and I had to say goodbye, I told him,
“If it’s meant to be, miracles will naturally unfold. If you still have things to do and worlds to see here, the spirit will keep you in this land. But if your visa gets rejected, it simply means your heart’s true desire lies elsewhere.Don’t despair; just trust your inner compass.”
Two months later, the email confirming his visa extension arrived the very day I reached Port Douglas.
The granted time extended until next May—
eight months from that point—
though I can’t say if that’s a short or long timeline in this three-dimensional world. But the words I shared when first sending him off came from my 100% love, my heartfelt prayers.
If this space-time was granted as a response, then I believe, we still have shared experiences, sights, and songs ahead of us.
“Let’s play in the places where fate and future can’t reach, no matter how far we stretch”
Sparkle—RADWIMPS.
Reuniting after 12,000 years since the Lemurian era, we held hands once again, in a thousand-fold rhythm, in the tunnel of the solar eclipse in Cairns, after 12 years.
So, where shall we go next?
7.11.2024
Epilogue
By weaving this story into words, I have embarked on a profound healing journey. I deeply thank you for allowing me to share it with you.
The continuation of this freshly born narrative is entrusted to you.
The visions and emotions that have taken root within your heart will surely resonate within the realms of our collective consciousness, unfolding into a vivid reality that we can truly touch.
And before you know it, you may find yourself stepping into the role of a character in this tale, embarking on a grand adventure through the galaxies.