🌍 Between Lemuria and Atlantis:

I lived in Hawai’i.
Now, I live in Florida.
On the surface, it might seem like just a change in climate.
But my soul knows it was a geographical calling from the Earth.
From the sacred Pacific of Lemuria to the deep Atlantic of Atlantis.

Lemuria taught me how to love without the need to control.
It taught me silence, intuition, the wisdom of water, and the natural timing of things.
It was there that I remembered what it means to be a channel.
Not a guru.
Not a savior.
A channel.
A presence.

But there comes a moment in the journey when love needs to be expressed.
It needs to become words, work, and embodied presence in the world.
That’s when Atlantis called me.

But Atlantis carries a different memory.
One of brilliance.
Of power.
Of sharp intellect.
Of conquest.
And also… of the fall.

Atlantis fell because of vanity.
Because it tried to control what was sacred.
Because it saw itself as God, rather than remembering it was part of the Whole.

Lemuria fell for another reason.
Because it couldn’t hold its light in the face of chaos.
Because it didn’t know how to keep the heart open without losing its center.

And today, many of us — women in transition, healers, leaders of the unseen — we’re here for this:
to heal both falls.

To serve with love and awareness.
To act with presence and humility.
To shine without the urge to dominate.
To share our medicine without disconnecting from the heart.

That’s why I’m going to do a regression.
Not because something’s missing.
But because I want to remember what still hides inside me
when my light begins to shine too brightly.

Because I know I can touch many lives.
But I want to do it with truth.
With service.
With soul.

If you also feel like you carry this memory…
this story isn’t just mine.

It’s ours.
It belongs to the planet.
It belongs to now.

With Love,

Paula