ATLANTEAN MEMORY

The night of my birthday, an artist came out and sat down next to me. I was bored watching the party. He brought an art piece he and his team had made with their own hands. It was a bright metal fish. 

“This is for you,” he said. “Happy birthday.”

Right after I said thanks, he continued:

“We all live in this fish.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“I mean, this gift comes from our heart, so in some way, we all live in it.”

As someone who can hear what is said beneath each word, I recognized that I was in front of an old memory. That I was reliving an experience. I can identify this kind of situation because I enter a regressive state that I can even feel in my physical body. This is how I travel in time. 

And this time, I felt something needed to be solved or healed because I didn’t feel comfortable having an object where they all lived. It just didn’t seem right to me to have a part of them. 

I was one of the first ones to leave my birthday party. And on my way back home, I couldn’t stop staring at the fish. 

A week later, I sat on a couch. It was late afternoon, and I felt tired. I suddenly stopped feeling my arms. Actually, I had no arms. My body was full of scales. I had them even on my face, which was no longer human. My traces were primitive. I was a primitive mermaid. And I could observe myself breathing through short breaths. The mermaid, who was me during the Atlantean time, didn’t talk but was a great telepath. 

Through clear images, she showed me how she had been guarding information saved inside a bright pearl. 

I asked her who gave her the pearl, and she showed me a large group of humans harvesting water. She also explained that her guide, a giant being from Arturius, had warned her that the city would collapse. So she saved a code inside the pearl because she didn’t want to lose the information. And she kept the pearl inside her heart. 

She also showed me the code, and it looked like this:

“What is this code about?” I asked. 

“Cooperation,” she answered telepathically. 

A moment of silence followed. 

“What was your purpose in this life?” I continued asking. 

“My purpose was to learn how to guide humans and how to be guided. But I haven’t learned enough about being guided. I had a hard time trusting AHUN, the giant guide from Arturius because he was always full of predictions. And I couldn’t understand why I was going to become water once again, why the city was going to collapse, why….”

“Because it was part of the experience,” I interrupted. “Because I had to come back today and look for you through my higher consciousness and integrate you into this human being I am.

I am here to tell you that the purpose of this new era is to break free all the existing codes. Information no longer needs to be guarded. This is the moment to let go of all the information stored in our memories.”

And while I talked, we started to become one, and she was integrated into my body. Suddenly, I felt her heart inside my heart, and a bright pearl came out of it. Overlapping memories and images went by. In one of them, I was able to see the hands of the artist recovering all the information that belonged to him. 

And with my mermaid’s voice, I said: 

“This life is over. This mission is over. Today I choose to free all the information.”

I looked at the ground, and I saw the floor full of scales. I remember that I didn’t mind cleaning them because I knew that they would transform one day into words that would open a path to those ready to remember. 

The truth is that this happened a while ago, and although I knew I had to write about this at some point, I never did. I always found an excuse not to do it. 

But today, right after seeing the artist again, I was walking in the street when I found a small bright pearl, like the one that my mermaid version had shown me. 

And I remembered that even though I knew that the experience would be fully healed the day the scales were transformed into words, I had never written about it until today. 

And I ask myself why this Atlantean memory is coming back to me again. I have no doubt that sharing this story is an act of Cooperation. I cooperate not because I am a “good person.” I cooperate because I am. I am a part. A conscious point that is part of a higher conscious being, Gaia. And Gaia needs humans to change the way we are holding reality at a collective level. For that to happen, we need to remember the human story in a profound way. The story of humanity is way deeper than what humans are aware of today. The story that we hear today is the story that humanity has chosen to hold. 

I once heard someone say, history is written by those who win. But I disagree. Human history has been written by those who forgot. 

And behind these words, a pearl, a chance to remember.