About 10 million years ago, 12 races that would eventually form a star-grid with the earth and play a major role in the ascension of the cosmos, were contacted by the emissaries of the Creator Goddess. They were told that it would benefit their race if they sent their geneticists to earth to develop the human race.
About 6 million years ago, the seven root races of Lemuria, the motherland, were formed. Some were giants, some were not. Those that migrated to Atlantis were the Ramouhal, the 5th root race.
But 1,000,000 years ago a major cataclysm hit the planet; a giant comet tilted the earth’s axis. The Lemurians had advance notice and found safety by going into the hollow earth.
A Visit to the Motherland
One night in the summer of 2005 while lying awake in my bedroom, a mist appeared next to my bed. It soon became more defined and compact, and then it started swirling in a clockwise rotation. I felt myself swept up and after several minutes within a pulsating silvery tunnel, found myself standing in sunlight.
I was in a small courtyard surrounded by stone buildings. I stood in complete bewilderment, barefoot and in my nightgown. I had the uncomfortable feeling of ‘programming’ in my mind breaking down, as if it were fragmenting into pieces like mosaic tiles. I was struggling not to lose my composure, but I was not the only one.
A man, about 5' 11'' tall stood staring in complete disbelief. When I saw him, he hid his shock and smiled. He had dark wavy hair cut short, very white skin and soft, almost black eyes. He was slender and wore a green suit with pants made from an unfamiliar fabric. The closest I’ve seen is what is called ‘boucle’, with lots of thread loops on its surface.
He spoke and beckoned me into one of the buildings where he pointed for me to sit on a bench. The first language I had received in my gift of tongues had been Lemurian. From his speech I knew I had somehow been sucked through a time tunnel into Lemuria. Perhaps it had opened by mistake from my work with time that had been done in my bedroom.
The man went to speak to someone in the adjoining room. I heard their excited voices while I looked at my surroundings. It appeared to be a laboratory of some sort. Suddenly two heads appeared around the corner, looking inquisitively at me.
The new man was slightly fairer, but with dark eyes. They smiled when I saw them. I hadn’t said a word and didn’t let on I could understand some of what they were saying. Although I still don’t understand the meaning of their terms, the following conversation could be overheard as they retreated around the corner:
“I think she’s an ambassador.” “No, I think you’re wrong, she’s at least an eagle.”
The two heads peeked around the corner again, but suddenly and without warning, the room appeared to be spinning and immediately I was pulled back through the tunnel and into my bedroom. A week later, strange music could be heard in my room as though from a festival. It used a whole tone scale, much like Middle Eastern music. It continued for about 8 hours.
Two weeks later I awoke to a loud ‘POP’ noise in my room and found a woman standing next to my bed. She looked as surprised as I must have seemed. She had long dark hair in a style vaguely similar to that of ancient Greek statues of women. Her skin was very light in the dimly lit room and her eyes were dark. She was very pretty and wore a long, dark purple dress drawn in at the waist.
For a few minutes she and I stared at each other and then she was gone. Somehow the tunnel into this ancient civilization has now closed, but I will always remember the gentle-looking inhabitants of Lemuria I was privileged to meet during the brief opening of a window through time.
Excerpted from Secrets of the Hidden Realms
Delaria (Baba) Festus, Wisdomkeeper of the San Bushmen of Southern Africa