Chapter 15: Atlantis

Royal Light Metaphysical Fiction by Dennis Bruce Shipman (2491 words)
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Our fleet of interstellar starships soared above the land and unleashed a relentless shower of nuclear weapons that engulfed the terrain as far as the eye could see.

A chaotic inferno of flames and damnation raining down like a symphony of countless meteoric explosions. The sound was deafening. No refuge existed, no sanctuary to seek solace. Any attempt to escape was utterly futile.

The meteoric onslaught wreaked havoc on human existence, reducing lives, dwellings, structures, harbors, and those endeavoring to flee the devastation to ashes. The ground ruptured, causing the island continent to fragment and submerge beneath the waves.

Our meticulously devised strategy had accomplished its intended objective. Lemuria was gone, eradicated.

“Aaaahhhh!” I sprang up out of my bed, wide eyed and breathing hard, drenched in sweat. The nightmare left me feeling remorse, grief, anger, and bewilderment. I had to get some fresh air, immediately.

As I strolled along the shore of Banzai Pipeline, my feet sank into the damp sand. The crashing shore break rushed up the beach, caressing and soothing my feet. A gentle off-shore wind teased the stunning view of palm trees lining the shoreline under a clear, full moon night sky on Oahu's North Shore. The beach was bathed in radiant moonlight, casting a glow on the powerful waves crashing towards the shore.

The waves moved with an indomitable strength, reminiscent of an organized army marching towards a common goal. As the offshore wind brushed against the luminous moonlit surface of the waves, it blew a misty transparent spray that arched above the breaking wave, creating a captivating spectacle that resembled precious diamonds glistening in an enchanting display that sparkled and shimmered with an ethereal charm. Lost in deep thought, I pondered my current sense of unease.

Unsettling emotions had been plaguing me for some time. Feelings of anxiety, sadness, uncertainty, and unexplained anger were weighing me down. Additionally, it seemed my spiritual growth had reached a standstill. It felt as though I had reached the end of the road, with a glaring stop sign signaling that I should pause, but the path ahead remained elusive.

Later that day, I sought advice from Krystianna and shared my concerns with her. She briefly closed her eyes, connecting to the universal wisdom within my soul. After a moment, she smiled slightly, let out a sigh of relief and delivered her intuitive visions.

“In my mind’s eye,” she said, “I am being shown there is a past life in Atlantis that is impacting your current existence. The emotional conflicts associated with these events have not yet been resolved with love. Hence, the reason for your feelings of discomfort."

Reflecting on the moment of my near death experience, I am now aware of the boundless unity that exists beyond the constraints of time and space. I know as an individual expression of consciousness that I am a reflection of the vast cosmic consciousness of love itself. Moreover, I have the freedom to shape my physical existence and explore spiritual journeys as I desire. It became clear to me, again, that there is a deeper meaning to life beyond the role of a champion surfer. I felt compelled to uncover this truth and understand its essence.

“I suggest you consult Yaretzi, the multi-dimensional computer in the city of Nitsua, to gain insight into the emotional challenges related to these past lives,” Krystianna said. “You can access Yaretzi through the starship’s computer system.”

In the privacy of a subterranean chamber of the starship, below the bustling geodesic dome of the healing center, I sank into a plush chair. Before me, a spacious TV screen emerged, capturing my attention effortlessly.

"Greetings, Royal. How can I assist you?" the digital face of a noble male appeared on the computer screen and greeted me in a friendly tone.

"Could you connect me to Yaretzi, please?" I requested. The process was instantaneous.

"Connection established," the computer responded. "I am now linked with Yaretzi."

"Hello, Royal. It's wonderful to reconnect with you," Yaretzi expressed. "What can I help you with today?"

“I want to access the past life that is impacting my current lifetime,” I said, “and the emotional challenges that need resolution. Let’s start with the one that I’ve had a nightmare with.”

“Yes, of course. Give me a moment.”

During my visit to Nitsua, I had the privilege of encountering Yaretzi, a stellar computer renowned for its manifestation of quantum cosmic awareness. This remarkable apparatus simultaneously exists in numerous dimensions and boasts an extensive repository of the complete chronicles of the cosmos, continuously undergoing updates. The extraordinary capabilities of this computer enable individuals to pursue any desired inquiry, granting them unparalleled access to knowledge and information.

One of the impressive aspects of this technology is its capacity to replicate historical events using holograms, giving users the opportunity to completely engage in those moments as if they were physically present. By materializing their thoughts and desires, it can transport them to any desired destination, allowing them to personally undergo the experience. Alternatively, if desired, individuals have the option to witness these events on a television display. Yaretzi is a Native American name that originates from the Nahuatl or Aztec language that means everlasting love.

“I have the lifetime you requested. Would you like it on screen or in holographic form?”

“On screen,” I said.

The scene before my eyes unfolded like a captivating film. It began with a panoramic view, revealing a cutting-edge metropolis filled with towering skyscrapers shaped like domes. This futuristic cityscape was set against a backdrop of lush greenery and the vast expanse of the ocean. On the sleek highways below, vehicles devoid of traditional wheels zoomed at high speeds, while saucer-shaped aircraft gracefully soared through the sky, defying the need for wings.

A small neon sign materialized on the display: 15,000 years ago.

The scene gradually focused on a towering skyscraper, specifically on a prominent geodesic dome situated at its pinnacle. Within the dome, a group of men had gathered, their presence shrouded in secrecy by the dark tinted glass panels that enveloped it. The dome itself was upheld by sleek silver structures that spanned its entire breadth. Occupying the space around a generously sized conference table made of translucent glass were twelve humanoid figures. The individuals in attendance showcased a diverse array of attire, with some solemnly adorned in dark robes while others sported military uniforms.

In the middle of the conference table, off to one side, speaking to the gathering, stood an impressive humanoid figure, towering at a staggering height of around fifteen feet. His lizard-like face and scaly skin and well-built torso resembled that of an extremely muscular bodybuilder. Clad in sleek dark armor, he exuded an aura of aggression, domination, power and control. The armor provided excellent protection for his chest, shoulders, and back, emitting a subtle shimmer under the gentle illumination filtering through the glass panels above. The creature’s piercing eyes, filled with intense animosity, shared a likeness to those of a cat, sporting a captivating shade of yellow. Similarly, his short and sturdy wide nostrils mirrored those of a gorilla, emphasizing the downward slope of his lips.

However, the most striking feature was his smooth, elongated skull, standing twice as tall as his face. On each side of his head, he wore a lightweight helmet with exposed ends. Two bulging muscles stretched across his entire forehead, forming a noticeable "V" shape with the highest point positioned between the well-defined muscles encircling his brows. In the middle of the muscular "V," there was a tattoo depicting a black dot inside a black circle. Instantly and instinctively, I identified this humanoid figure as none other than myself.

“We are in position and all preparations are completed,” he said. “The countdown has started and Lemuria will be destroyed as scheduled. Without Lemuria telling us what we can and cannot do, we will be the controlling power of Atlantis, and the rest of the world.”

One of the men in dark robes stood up. “Commander Rego, is there a chance that any part of Lemuria will survive?”

“I welcome your concern, Counselor,” the commander declared. "The success of our strategy is fully supported by our calculations. To execute it, our fleet will lock the coordinates of the landmass into our computers, and launch our laser and atomic super-bombs from high above the earth’s atmosphere. The destruction will result in a meteoric shower that will engulf the entirety of Lemuria. The devastation will trigger the detonation of subterranean gas chambers beneath the land, resulting in the total obliteration of the island continent. The loss of life will be extensive, and no part of Lemuria will survive the devastating attack."

“Excellent, Commander,” the counselor said. “I and the rest of the counselors at this table look forward to viewing the event and celebrating your success. The empire shall be glorified.”

Yaretzi then dissolved the scene on the TV screen, and transitioned to a location featuring a structure resembling an ancient Greek temple constructed entirely out of white granite. The building possessed a circular footprint with a diameter around 90 feet. Surrounding the temple's exterior, there was a row of 18 substantial granite columns that were meticulously grooved and polished to a glossy finish. These columns stood approximately 30 feet tall and provided support for a transparent dome-shaped roof.

Within the temple, there were approximately nine enormous geode crystals, each measuring about 20 feet in height, sliced open to reveal a stunning array of rich translucent rainbow crystals. They bore a striking resemblance to the ones found at the Anahulu Valley Healing Center. Positioned magnificently around the circular structure adjacent to the exterior columns, they emitted a radiant glow, infusing the temple with a serene and calming aura.

Beyond the circumference of the large crystals lay a smaller circular formation. Encompassing half of this structure was a row of seating made of granite. On the opposite side, there stood a low granite altar, upheld by three short granite columns. Hovering in mid-air above the altar was a chrome circle, showcasing a brilliant five-pointed star at its center, seemingly unsupported by any material beneath it.

In the center of the smaller half-ring of granite, a stunning woman of average height knelt on a bamboo mat on the floor, fully absorbed in a ceremonial act of devotion and contemplation. Her arms extended upward towards the expansive temple, as if paying homage to an unseen deity. Clad in flowing white silk garments, she adorned her hair with a wreath of blossoms. Her lengthy auburn locks were intricately braided, with some strands gathered together to form a ponytail down the middle. Fragrant incense sticks burned in small sand-filled vases, filling the temple with a captivating aroma.

The scene zoomed in on the woman's glowing face, perfectly mirroring the luminosity of the temple. As I caught sight of her vibrant cyan eyes, it dawned on me that she was none other than Krystianna in her incarnation as a revered high priestess in Atlantis.

Abruptly, Commander Rego burst into the temple, disrupting the woman's sacred ritual. He forcefully seized her, lifting her off the ground by her forearms, meeting her gaze at eye level. There was an undeniable sense of familiarity in the way he spoke to her, hinting at a previous connection between them. She expressed her objection to his words and fought to break free. However, he forcefully restrained her, pushed her down on the floor, ripped off her clothes, and jammed his manhood into her vagina, repeatedly.

Following the altercation, he retrieved a knife from his body armor and fatally stabbed the woman in the heart. Without a second thought, he departed from the temple, leaving behind her lifeless naked bleeding body on the cold white granite floor.

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After my session with Yaretzi, I decided to leave the healing center without speaking to anyone. As soon as I reached home, I swiftly picked up my surfboard and headed straight into the water at Pipe. While paddling out into the lineup, I encountered sporadic moments of white water washing over me. Typically, I would do my best to avoid being overwhelmed by the powerful waves, but today was different. I embraced it wholeheartedly, as if it were a cleansing ritual, a chance to wash away all the darkness from my nightmare and the startling revelation of my past life in Atlantis.

I didn't feel like surfing. I perched on my surfboard just beyond where the waves were breaking, experiencing a mix of embarrassment and aggravation. The recognition was almost too much for me to bear: I was the commander of the dark forces that destroyed Lemuria, causing the deaths of countless people, and the brutal assault and murder of Krystianna. This was the essence of my nightmare; the overwhelming remorse, grief, guilt, depression and anxiety I was feeling.

How could I face Krystianna? It was inevitable. I knew I would have to. Would she find it in her heart to forgive me? How can I move forward and continue living with the burden of my actions? Can I even find it within myself to forgive myself? I knew that I had no choice but to find a way. My thoughts and emotions spun into oblivion and chaos. I floated on my surfboard for a while, rising and falling with the ocean current, before I returned home.

The following day, I made my way back to the healing center, ready to face Krystianna and humbly ask for her forgiveness. The mere thought of facing her filled me with dread and shame, as I knew I would have to admit the painful truth. Yet, I also recognized that running away from the situation would be an act of cowardice, and I was not a coward in my heart. Years of surfing massive, towering waves had proven that to me.

The night before had been restless, my mind consumed with thoughts of what the hideous outcome might be. I didn’t want us to be enemies; didn’t want us to be estranged. I loved her. I wanted to be with her. As I drove down the gravel road to the healing center, a thought occurred to me: Krystianna, being a Pleiadian residing in the fifth-dimension of consciousness, a realm of pure love, must possess knowledge of our shared past lives.

When I arrived at the parking lot, my eyes fell upon Krystianna working in the rose garden that lay before the healing center's geodesic dome. I couldn't help but notice that she was dressed in the identical gardening attire she had been wearing when we initially crossed paths.

As soon as she caught sight of me approaching, she stood up and made her way towards me. Emotions overwhelmed me, and tears began to well up inside. Just a few steps away from her, I found myself collapsing to my knees. I could not speak, and buried my face in my hands, overcome with a flood of tears and uncontrollable sobs.

Krystianna knelt down beside me and gently embraced me in a warm comforting embrace. She didn’t speak a word. She simply let me cry and kissed my hands and held me tight for the longest time.

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