There are moments in our journey when something ancient within us rises—not as memory, but as recognition. A tenderness that feels like home. A clarity that feels like truth. A warmth that feels like, “Oh… this is who I have always been.” In the quiet of my own healing, I have begun to feel an inner weaving—a soft Lemurian remembrance and a bright Atlantean intelligence moving toward each other within the center of my being. I did not look for this. I did not study it. It ar

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