My eyes close as I begin this session,
Let's see what will happen once I continue this past life regression.
I possess a tall frame, dark blue skin, and gills,
My long cloak and gold bracelets showcase my skills.
I resemble a fairy, yet colossal and grand,
Indigo-skinned and powerful, I am.
My limbs show my humanoid form,
Lemuria calls me grown.
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We were not mortals; yet the kingdom fell down,
The tidal wave rests like a gown.
I see the mermaids — mystical yet mad,
They easily drown whoever gets out of hand.
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Atlantean Mythology hides the plan
What Atlantis would have been without a lower hand.
My staff is tall, my hands lit with wit,
Nothing compares these elemental tricks
I swoon water and fire with the sound of my lips.
My higher self shows me the feathers I keep seeing,
"to rise, you must release
what keeps you buried deep
and sunken below waters that creep."
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I follow the path I didn't choose,
still shaped by truths I cannot lose.
I cannot hide what I once wore.
I ache for Atlantis — evermore.
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This is no mask—this is my core.
Until I learn, I stay ashore.
I yearn for home beyond this form,
Atlantis, accept me whole,
Show me what I must repair to return home.