Lemuria and Atlantis · High Vibe Tribe

Lemuria and Atlantis

https://youtu.be/hpMTGpB0zM0?is=OmjytD0LYoNuuaTk

What the music made me feel:

In Lemuria, I feel a field that does not ask for explanation. No fracture, no inner pulling, no concept of right or wrong. Only a soft, all-encompassing flow in which I do not need to hold, do not need to steer, do not need to save. It is as if existence there itself is breath — a supported being in pure feminine presence, where nothing is missing because everything rests within itself.

But in Atlantis, the breath changes.

There I feel the tension of two forces living in me at the same time. The High Priestess, who feels everything, who remembers through vibration, through silence, through connection with what does not need to be spoken. And the High Priest, who observes, organizes, directs… who carries responsibility and at the same time wants to preserve what is beginning to shift.

And somewhere between those two, a fracture line arises that I do not think — but live.

I feel the urge to save what can be saved, as if something sacred is moving through me and I am not allowed to let it disappear. And in that same movement, a sentence echoes that does not arrive as language but as memory in my cells:

I sang Atlantis back to space.

It is not a thought. It is a vibration moving through me, as if there was a final attempt to return something to its origin, beyond form, beyond fall, beyond loss.

And beneath that lives something deeper than explanation: a guilt that does not only have one voice. It does not come only from the High Priestess who feels she may not have stayed deep enough. It also comes from the High Priest who wanted to direct, who held control where feeling perhaps should have continued to flow. Two directions in one being, both true, both human in their divinity.

And yet… somewhere deep inside, something else begins to emerge.

Not as a conclusion, but as a shift.

As if I am no longer only looking at what fell apart, but beginning to feel that I can hold both. That what once split can now be present within me without destroying each other.

And that changes the tone of everything.

Lemuria remains in me as remembrance without struggle.

Atlantis as remembrance of tension, power, and surrender at once.

And between those two… something new begins to breathe.

Syel’Ma Vey Na’Tuh 💜♾️💜

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