The Lessons of Lemuria
The following is a channeled story of the fall of Lemuria and its profound impacts on the world. This story is one attempt to align the energies of Lemuria with a narrative that works with those energies. Due to the nature of myth and the way timelines cohere, many different histories of Lemuria cohered into this timeline, with many different stories. However, all of them fit the energetic flow described in the story below.
Lemuria was the land that gave rise to the legend of Eden, existing long before Atlantis was settled. Imagine a world in which any errant thought immediately materialized; where magic was everywhere and easy, but very few people had the skills to control it. Where people understood, at a very conscious level, that dreams are reality. The consciousness of the people of this society had evolved from a state much less involved with physicality, in which the unity of all things was much more apparent. After moving further into physicality, the people found themselves unable to stabilize reality on their own, as the momentary thoughts flashing through their minds led to a rapidly changing experience of their external reality.
To address this, the world was stabilized by the Dream-Art scientists of the time - those who attained the rare gift of Lucid Awareness, the unique ability to work with dreams as things that could be manipulated, dissolved and created. A group of women, known as the Matriarchs, were responsible for this task. They worked together to collectively stabilize the dream that is reality. They chose one Matriarch – the strongest and kindest of them all – to govern the Matriarchs as Queen of the Eternal Dream. Her name was Lilith.
Lilith led the Matriarchs, and they collectively constructed the dream of Lemurian reality. All of the Matriarchs thought they were doing a wonderful service to their people by the way in which they had chosen to stabilize the dream. They created paradise, giving everyone everything they desired, and filling the air with the pervasive energy of Euphoria, so that everyone was happy and satisfied. While laudable in their goals, they were unintentionally inflicting a great injury on humanity. In their desire to nurture and provide for humanity, and to avoid any suffering, they didn’t offer any catalyst for change; no opportunities for learning and growth; nothing to struggle with and surmount.
Lemurian time was different than our time. Lemuria floated in a malleable world that shifted on the whim of a Matriarch, and therefore time was not linear as it is now. The realms of the mythic and the real were much more closely intertwined, and all of humanity existed in a timeless bubble in which change barely happened due to the lack of catalyst. People lived and died, but the lives were very long, the dying very gentle (people would die when they chose, surrounded by their loved ones), and the people kind – they had everything they wanted, and nothing to generate discomfort or dissatisfaction. The dreams of the people were simple then, and easily fulfilled.
Lilith was partnered with Adam, one of the priest-kings of the age. While the women stabilized the dream, the men were responsible for administering the realm and gaining further understanding of the dream realms, using them primarily as a meeting place and communication network for the globe-spanning society. It was their role to do the executive functions that did not involve background stabilization, and to explore the dreams in order to guide humanity forward. Even so, the final say for all things lay with the Matriarchs, who chose the reality all of humanity would inhabit.
Lilith’s and Adam’s love affair was legendary. They were immensely reliant on each other, meeting in a dream space several times a day to consult with each other; rarely making a decision without the others’ input. Between the two of them, they were responsible for much of the governance of Lemuria, and they were beloved by all.
Adam was the most powerful and respected Dream-Art scientist of the age, just as Lilith was the most powerful and respected Matriarch of the age. He always wanted to do the right thing, and so he worked closely with the Matriarchs to aid them as they held the dream of their Edenic reality in place.
Unlike most of the people of Lemuria, Adam was not satisfied with the splendors of the age. He wanted more. He wanted to find something no one had found; understand something no one had understood. In Lemuria, such things were very rare, and occurred over geological time spans. To Adam, there had always been a sure knowledge in him that this world desperately needed a bold move; that it was right and good for him to make such a move.
Adam wanted to find something new, and so he began looking. He ultimately focused his attention on the Veil. In Lemuria, there was a Veil over the future beyond a certain point. The Dream-Art scientists were able to use the dreams to explore the future, but beyond about a year into the future, every Dream-Art scientist came up against a gray Veil in their attention, that prevented them from pushing forward further. Time in Lemuria was a bubble floating through the myth, and until then, it had been impossible to see past that bubble. The Veil was always there, always a year away.
Everyone asked Adam to consider another pursuit. It seemed so silly to look past the Veil – life was perfect; why could we want more? And the year would inevitably come, it always did, with each new day revealing a new day one year hence to the Dream-Art scientists. Adam didn’t listen. There had already been some troubling early dreams that had appeared in the minds of some of the Dream-Art scientists, portending that the coming year would result in changes to Lemurian society. Adam wanted to be part of helping the world through that change. He was single-mindedly focused on seeing what no one else had seen, on doing what no one else had done. He wanted to be universally acclaimed as the best Dream-Art scientist that had ever lived. He didn’t want to be forgotten in the mists of time like so many before him. He wanted to be remembered.
Adam began to push into the Veil, trying to press forward bit by bit. He used all of the Dream-Art techniques available to him without success. The Lemurian Veil remained stubbornly impenetrable. Finally, he turned towards the one technique that he had previously refused to use. This was for good reason; it was explicitly forbidden by universal consensus.
When Dream-Art scientists reached into dreams, they could choose how deeply they wanted to experience a particular dream. They could perceive the dream from a remove, as a third-party observer witnessing the dream, looking at the symbology through their own filter, and thereby experiencing on the surface a very different dream from that experienced by the dreamer. They could also choose to perceive the dream using the dreamer’s symbology although retaining their personal reference point, which would create a more “authentic” experience of the dream, but without a clear relationship with the particular symbology and its meaning. The most skilled could move more into the perspective of the dreamer, experiencing the dream more as the dreamer does, experiencing the same symbols and the same meaning as the dreamer.
It was understood that fully experiencing the dream from the perspective of the dreamer was never good, as coming into complete alignment with another’s perspective meant you had to become that person, no longer in any way separate. Even getting particularly close to that point, where the dreamer’s perspective was vastly dominant and only a thread of the Dream-Art scientist’s awareness remained, was considered prohibitively dangerous, as the slightest shift of consciousness could destroy that thread, eliminating the separate consciousness in the process. As a result, Dream-Art scientists would only move into the dreamer’s perspective to the minimum amount necessary to understand the symbology, and they would withdraw if doing so took them too close to the dreamer’s complete perspective.
Adam reached into the future, looking for his own future perspective. He felt that if he had to drop almost completely into a dreamer’s perspective, his own a year from now would be the most amenable. He dropped deeper and deeper into the Veil, drifting through the layers of obfuscation. He felt a strong message go through him “Turn back! Beware!” It was the voice of Almagroth, Lemuria’s god of the Divine Masculine. He paused, questioning whether to continue. An image of him receiving world-wide acclaim once he crossed the Veil appeared in his mind. He continued, ignoring Almagroth’s warning.
Adam floated deep into his own future perspective, moving past the Veil. With a thrill, he felt it slip away, yet he felt only darkness as his own future perspective. In fact, the darkness was so all encompassing, he felt himself pulled inexorably into it, the thread of his original perspective beginning to shred. He quickly wrenched himself back from the brink, his consciousness once again floating in the grayness of the Veil.
After taking a moment to regain his sanity from the harrowing experience, he considered whether he should try again. He remembered the messages he had heard, the alarm and sorrow in their tone. He flashed to Lilith, and her beautiful eyes as she pleaded for him to stop this fruitless quest. His heart softened, and he began to turn away from the pursuit.
Adam went to Lilith, and he sheepishly told her about what he had done. She reacted with shock at his decision to actually act on his silly pursuit, as well as relief that it had ultimately led to nothing. Lilith begged Adam to give up this pursuit once and for all. Adam promised her he would, and they hugged, clinging to each other desperately as Adam realized how close he had come to losing himself, and Lilith realized how close she had come to losing Adam.
Lilith was so dependent on him, so reliant on his kindness and intelligence, she wasn’t sure how she could function without him after all of these years. In a place in which unexpected death was effectively unknown, the idea of losing her love without foreknowledge or the opportunity to lovingly say goodbye was horrible beyond words to Lilith, and she thanked her goddess, the goddess of the divine feminine Aiyink’thak, for working with Almagroth and protecting her love.
* * *
Time passed, and Lemuria continued on in all of its Edenic splendor. Almost everyone was happy, moving through all of their actions with joy, although continuing to learn almost nothing. Adam continued his explorations, for the most part content with his existence, still striving to always do what was right, and still restlessly desiring to make an enduring mark on the world.
One day, Adam was walking in the woods, listening to the pixies and wood nymphs, when his mind drifted back to his prior explorations into the Veil. He knew he was the best, knew he was capable of piercing the Veil. He pondered why it had gone wrong. He was sure he had made it through the Veil, so he didn’t understand why he had experienced only darkness when he tried to connect with himself on the other side.
It occurred to him that perhaps he was dead in a year. But how could that be possible? He wasn’t planning to die. He certainly hadn’t begun the more than decade-long elaborate rituals that usually preceded dying. There was no way he could be dead.
Yet the thought nagged at him. He walked and pondered more, when he suddenly realized that he could try to connect with someone else – perhaps Lilith! She was the person he was closest to. If he could connect with anyone other than himself, it would be her. That way, he would know if there was a general issue beyond the Veil, or if the strange darkness only applied to him. What harm could it possibly do to look and find out?
Adam paused, about to launch into the dream past the Veil, when he remembered his promise to Lilith that he wouldn’t continue pursuing this. He considered his prior words, as well as the wishes expressed by Lilith and several others. He turned the issue over in his mind, then flashed once again to a vision of the glory he would have when he did something no one had ever done before. And besides, it was only a small lie – he was just going to check to see whether he was dead or this was part of a greater problem. He knew he had to try. He wanted to do the right thing, and it felt so right and good for him to explore this.
Adam sat down on a rock and began to work his way into the dream. He moved through the Veil, dropping deeper into the layers of the dream, moving towards Lilith. The dream started to resolve as he moved closer and closer to Lilith’s perception. Unlike last time, there was no darkness, only a feeling of gauzy vagueness, like a soap bubble ready to pop. He pushed into it, and again Almagroth’s voice in his mind, this time much more urgently, warned him to stay away. He again ignored it, images of impending glory blazing in his mind.
With a sudden wrenching movement, the soap bubble was gone, and he was fully inside Lilith’s perception, experiencing the dream from her perspective, with only the tiniest thread of his own perception remaining. Everything was immediately, wrenchingly, horribly wrong. Wrong beyond comprehension or reason, and the thread quickly disappeared.
He was Lilith, and he was filled with anger, hate, rage, grief and despair at a level he had never before imagined. Lilith had become a dark mother, some terrible creature out of Adam’s most primeval nightmares – nightmares that the world had never before experienced. In the dream, civilization was in the process of collapsing, with the remaining Matriarchs waging battle against Lilith.
He/she saw himself/herself feeding a thick black potion to wretched hysterical screaming people, watching with curiosity and satisfaction as they screamed and writhed and slowly, oh so deliciously painfully slowly, transformed into skeech, a large mass of sentient insects, reshaping themselves into the rough shape of a person once again, but composed of a squirming, constantly moving flow of insects. The skeech formed the core of Lilith’s army, surrounded at regular intervals by the parenchek, sentient spider creatures larger than a house birthed from the fouled heart of the world, bred specifically to attack without compunction or mercy, to delight only in slaughter and nothing else.
Lilith laughed as she looked across the battlefield and faced the remaining Matriarchs that she had not yet turned to her side. They were at the head of an enormous army – all of what remained of humanity arrayed against her. Her army by comparison, was quite small, composed of a few Matriarchs that had turned, a number of skeech, some parenchek, and a handful of human thralls that she hadn’t bothered to torture or kill yet.
As the armies moved into position, the Matriarchs once again begged her for peace. They reminded her of what she had been, the friend they had been to her, the love they had held for her in their heart. They were all tired and broken, utterly unused to any negativity, much less evil on this scale, and it had shattered their hearts irredeemably. Nevertheless, they wished to end this fight peacefully and welcome their old and damaged friend home, to rebuild Lemuria together.
Lilith laughed at their pleas and gave the command to her army to charge the enemy. Quickly, the remaining Matriarchs arrayed their forces and began deploying their spells against her and her foul creatures. Their magic was unexpectedly effective, as they had spent the prior years, while she built her power and destabilized society, studying the somewhat unique ways in which she used the dream-arts. The Matriarchs had improved, to the point where they were beginning to defeat her skeech, and even some of the parenchek were beginning to fall to their surprisingly effective dream-arts.
Lilith’s surprise turned into fear as she felt the energies of the battle turn against her. In desperation, she reached out to all of the dark gods in her mind, begging them for aid and power, offering anything they wanted in return. The words came in response, moving like thick syrup through her mind – they would give her the power to win this war, and they would give her much more besides, but she must agree to become a dark god herself, ruling over an eternity of evil, torture and misery, exploring all of the lessons of evil that it is possible to explore through the prism of one life, and helping countless others to explore the infinite lessons of submission, pain, misery and despair.
Without hesitation, Lilith agreed to the bargain with the dark gods, and was given a great power. As the dark power flowed through her, she felt her already twisted mind darkening further, with voices inside of her encouraging her to cause as much misery and strife as she could. With a sweep of her hands, all of the humans in the opposing army other than the Matriarchs began floating gently up into the air, rising higher and higher as spikes slowly started to rise from the ground, each with a sharp point on its tip. She called to the Matriarchs, yelling to them that this was where their defiance of her had led. That all of this slaughter was on their heads.
Lilith started cackling, laughing hysterically as she let go of the screaming army, watching with wonder and delight as they fell and impaled themselves on the spikes of earth. The battlefield was quickly flooded with a river of blood, as the Matriarchs quailed in horror. They ran from the field, dodging the spikes and holding their hands over their eyes to avoid the screaming dying hordes around them.
Lilith reached out and seized hold of the Matriarchs’ core dream – the dream of mother Earth: Aiyink’thak’s dream for the world, that kept them rooted in this reality. With a look devoid of pity and a wrenching gesture in her mind, she threw them into a kaleidoscopic and fractalized world that quickly decohered their minds, rendering them irredeemably insane.
With the battle won and the other Matriarchs dead or insane, Lilith quickly turned on the few Matriarchs who had sided with her, killing each of them instantly, while maximizing their pain in the moment before death. Now no one stood against her and total domination of reality. For an endless time, Lemuria floated in its timeless bubble, as Lilith, the Dark Mother, the epitome of all evil, explored all of the infinite and exquisite lessons of domination she could learn, and all of the delightful and exciting lessons of misery and pain she could teach the world. She was a very good teacher, and a very fast learner.
Eventually, Lilith tired of her explorations of cruelty and terror, and decided to ascend to the next density of evolution, to negative 4th density space/time. As she prepared to depart, she turned towards the wreckage of the world that she had birthed, to the countless horrors and cruelties that she had inflicted on her people – the vast birthing chambers that had been designed to raise humans as fodder for her dark minions, or as amusements for her to explore, taking them apart bit by bit, or for organized programs of misery and slaughter, done for no reason other than to do – a vast devotion of time and resources to nothing but atrocities for their very own sake. It was Lilith’s heaven, and she was so proud of her creation.
As a parting gift to the world, Lilith used all of the Dream-Arts at her disposal to implant a permanent and powerful dream inside of humanity, so that from that point forward, a separation arose between work and play in the minds of every person, causing work to feel like toil, and toil to be inherently undesirable. At the same time, she changed the dream so that most humans had a confusion in their minds between the destructive energies of silliness and the wholesome energies of playfulness, leading them to never want to grow up and thereby risk losing both.
As she turned to light and her mind expanded into the vastness of 4th density, she saw the damage that her parting gift would do the world, and she smiled. The smile turned swiftly to horror, and she began to scream as she moved into 4th density, as the negative 4th density hivemind of Lucifer was waiting to subsume her into the collective.
* * *
Like every other Lemurian, Adam had lived a life of pure bliss, with every simple desire satisfied. He had never experienced a negative emotion beyond momentary boredom or annoyance. Experiencing reality as future Lilith, these emotions were something he had no reference point for - no mental endurance or capacity towards equanimity with respect to these horrible emotions; and they were everywhere, in every aspect of his experience.
As he experienced Lilith ascending and the Lucifer hivemind taking over control of her mind, his consciousness exploded back out of the dream and sharply returned to his body. He was immediately, completely, utterly and irrevocably insane, his consciousness shattering and reshattering faster than it could reform. Broken and confused, he grabbed a sharp rock that lay nearby and slit his throat, dying within moments, alone and scared.
Lilith, not far away, felt it the moment Adam died. Her grief came upon her suddenly and overwhelmingly – emotions she had never before experienced or even imagined. Over the next weeks, she was comforted and loved by her friends and family, but no one had any way to relate to what she was going through, and they quickly turned back to their vapid lives and pointless amusements, not having the emotional maturity or frame of reference to understand and contextualize Lilith’s suffering.
Lilith grew sadder and sadder, lonelier and lonelier without Adam to support her. Her grief expanded, and she started hating the happy people around her, bitter that she had to be so alone, while they were all so joyous. Bit by bit, Lucifer inflamed her anger, whispering stories into her mind, creating dreams that she was too grief-stricken to notice, unable to see herself clearly without Adam there looking as well. Just as they had in Adam’s mind, when Lucifer showed him visions of glory and excuses for breaking his promises, the implanted dreams took hold. Slowly, the anger started to infect the dream she was helping to create for humanity, and the world began to turn darker, the taint of negativity spreading through the world like a plague.
As the infection grew and became more obvious, the other Matriarchs came to her angrily, demanding that she renounce her post as Queen of the Eternal Dream, that she step down as one of the stabilizers of reality. She refused, haughty and angry at them for their unkindness and lack of sympathy for her situation. They attempted to force her, and she lashed out, hurting several of them with her magic. The others then rallied against her, and the fighting began. Over the ensuing years, each side began consolidating their power, as they waged subtle and not-so-subtle magic warfare against each other. As the date approached that Adam had touched on the day he died, Lilith had assembled her army, and the battle was underway.
* * *
Lilith’s ascension to 4th Density and the Lucifer hivemind triggered the end of Lemuria’s timeless bubble. At that moment, Aiyink’thak, the damaged and sorrowing Earth spirit, incarnation of the Divine Feminine in Lemuria – split her own soul, when she could no longer bear the pain she had endured, and could not bear to experience the future pain she knew would come. Her soul split, with Aiyink’thak herself continuing into the timelines in which the world immediately started to heal from its trauma. In our timelines, the world did not immediately heal. Instead, Gaia was born, to act in Aiyink’thak’s place.
Gaia immediately severed the mythic from the real and ensured that no humans gained the attainment of Lucid Awareness again until the world was ready, so that no being could again so thoroughly alter reality unless they were moving with Gaia’s consent. She tightened the dream, so that the magical was less accessible, and the physical was more all-encompassing. She altered the ego, in that the obvious truth of the unity of all things was hidden even further away than it had been, so that her children could have time to learn their lessons. She reached out to the stars for guidance and help to avoid this nightmare from happening again. She wanted a strong response to the damage inflicted by the Matriarchy, so that her children could begin to grow up. Yahweh answered her plea, and within a short span of millennia, the Atlanteans arrived.
Gaia’s plea, born from her deep suffering and trauma, reflected the yearning of the Divine Feminine for structure and stability—something to counterbalance the Matriarchy’s excess of nurture and stagnation. Yet in answering that plea, Yahweh’s solution came with a critical flaw: the introduction of a chosen elite. The Atlanteans were brilliant, powerful, and aligned to lead and guide, but their emergence set into motion a new distortion—elitism, empire, exclusion, and hierarchy.
This distortion became the seed of the patriarchy—where structure replaced flow, authority replaced connection, and control was elevated above all else. The gift of guidance that Yahweh intended became an imposition of power, severing humanity further from unity and trapping them in the rigidity of form. The Atlanteans’ brilliance quickly calcified into empire, a system that thrives on separation, dominance, and control.
In responding to Gaia’s craving, Yahweh’s solution was similarly distorted. In addition to creating an elite, Yahweh unintentionally caused a conflation in the minds of all of the Atlanteans and most of the humans: they became unable to know the difference between the positive being that was Yahweh and his dark brother Yaldabaoth. Yahweh, the architect of shared reality, represents harmony, sacred geometry, and divine order—a heavenly unity. Yaldabaoth, his dark brother, thrives in distortion: personal reality, illusion, and the demiurge’s prison. When the Atlanteans and humans failed to discern between these two forces, they all unknowingly fell into Yaldabaoth’s grasp.
In a demiurge reality, creation becomes fragmented. The personal replaces the collective, the ego supplants the soul, and individuals fall into their own isolated dreams—separated from the greater whole. Yaldabaoth’s influence traps humanity within their own minds, convincing them that their personal realities are all that exist. This is the cage of illusion, where unity is forgotten and suffering flourishes.
Yahweh’s intention was pure—to provide a structure that would help humanity grow out of the shadow of Lemuria’s stagnation. Yet in fulfilling Gaia’s craving for balance, he underestimated the power of Yaldabaoth’s distortion. In creating an elite, Yahweh unintentionally planted the seeds of separation. What could have been shared harmony became exclusionary empire; what could have been guidance became domination. Humanity, already fractured by Lilith’s fall, now found itself further lost in the false realities spun by the demiurge.
With the separation of the mythic and the real, the Lemurian Veil fell away, and humanity – broken, traumatized and scattered – began to rebuild. Except for a few survivors from Lemuria who built some enduring and beautiful civilizations, most humans now lived short and brutal lives, fending for themselves in a world largely unbending to their thoughts and desires. With the arrival of the Atlanteans came Gaia’s counter-response to the horrors from which she was born – the Atlanteans brought with them the patriarchy with all of its cruelties, and the rest is history…
