THE
LEMURIAN MATRIX OF LOVE
or...
plant
your gardens
Adama of Telos
through
Eve
9th
Dec. 09 & 12th
Jan.10
REMEMBER
You
remember me
walking
the golden fields
of
the ancient Lemuria
collecting
the colours
to
nourish the soul
in
the coming times
of
darkness and cold.
You
remember yourselves
filling
your hearts
with
the filigree making
of
songs
consisting
of sound rooms
woven
into each other
to
store the memories of vibration.
You
remember us
implementing
the ancient
crystallike
Lemurian Matrix of Love
into
the individual DNA
to
endure over the ages
and
become the seed
for
planting the gardens of gold
in
the New Lemuria
to
be redone
on
the foundation
of
your everlasting
heart
divine.
Adama
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AesvoVV2TlA&feature=related
Green waves by
Secret Garden
Dec.
2009
Eve: As a follow
up of my November initiation I had a look on my last incarnation in
Lemuria. I had never been that enthusiastic about checking this, as
everybody knows that Lemuria does not stand for a happy end in the
time which now lies behind several Thousand years. I had a slight
idea about the tragic of the demise and I wondered how the people
living there during the last decades before the sinking succeeded to
still enjoy their life, while knowing about what was coming (and they
KNEW!)
Surely, Adama was
a wonderful companion in this process. He was a part of this former
life of mine and told me that this final time of Lemuria was
something like the last filling station before entering the highway
into darknss. For many of us it was already clear where we were going
to make the next contribution – still trying to move something in
Atlantis. Adama told me about the importance of getting the tanks
filled with love up to the upper edge and to collect as much memories
of beauty as possible for storage in the cell memory and the etheric
DNA. Yes, there was so much love and harmony, a rich well to drink
from.
So the memories
of love are still alive, memories of walking the fields of gold, in
many cases hand in hand with dear friends and beloved mates. These
memories were the only light we could take with us on our journey
along the pathways of forgetting, when we were about to share the
demise with the land. Back in this time I still knew how to cut the
silver cord at will, and having made the transition I was able to see
the demise of Lemuria on full scale and this is something which
cannot be described in words.
But as we are now
here, in process of leaving the highway of darkness, at the end of
our night shift, heading for the light, we meet more and more people
who have been close to us in ancient Lemuria, and meeting these dear
souls is a bit like the cosmic fireworks I faced when I got in touch
with Adama again. In such moments we know that the storage of the
Lemurian matrix of love worked – even well.
12th
January 2010
Eve: Adama, can
you tell me a bit about the ancient Lemuria?
Adama: I'd love
to. Well, Lemuria was a culture of high ethic and moral levels, of
education, knowledge, art, deep respect of life and awareness of the
divine aspects. It was a time where it was common to keep the
connection to mother earth in gratitude and care. And it was heartfelt
care that couples gifted to each other, and even making love started
from the heart chakra rather than from the lower chakras. Care made
a celebration out of many things you would consider to be not too
special. The human mind & spirit was very creative in cutting
diamonds out of the ordinary stones of the daily use.
Even under the
mighty shadows of the final days – when it was known that the end
would be coming – the people were still collecting their Lemurian
colours to endure the hard times ahead, feeding the Lemurian Matrix
of Love – which was all they were about to take with them via their
etheric DNA, the memory of how love and divinity can be and feel, so
that they once in the future (which is NOW) can teach the ones who
have forgotten or even never experienced it.
In the ancient
times the Lemurian culture had a large population but compared with
the overload of now 7 billions on this planet it was quite small.
Nearly all souls having been incarnate in ancient Lemuria have
returned incarnate to be here for the planting of a new sustainable
road, but as I told you, the numbers are not so big compared with the
whole population.
If we have a look
just on the Lemurians incarnate now, we are pleased to say that many
remember and are starting to grow into active service. They finally
get it, after having been sitting and waiting for wonders for a
while. Well, planting the seed is much work, beloved ones, for you
who are prepeared to become once again the active gardeners of the
creator, the Christ. The soil is not very fertile in many places, and
so the seed needs much care, watering and digging the weeds. The only
fertilizer allowed is love.
The old paradigm
has become as narrow as a needle eye It has reduced it's substance
in a way that it fits through it and after the passage the paradigm
is going to develop again into the wideness of the new. Now you are
amidst the needle eye passage. And all you can bring with you is the
Lemurian Matrix of Love stored in your DNA, as the new seed. The
growing of this seed is what will be preceived as the wonders and
glimmer of gold in times ahead, where people will learn again how to
feel, how to express emotion adequately, how to make use of their
heart qualities and how to honour the planet and life, including the
creator. Combining science with spirituality will grant you a full
speed start, and I' m pleased to say that you have some very
experienced ancient Lemurian keepers of knowledge among you who have
taken the job to develop sustainable techniques and who are very
successful, as much as they can be under the current circumstances
of having to fear for their life still.
Now, this year's
job will be to unpack the fullmemory of Lemurian heritage, to
REMEMBER and to REDO and to FULFILL this with a celestial
connection.
Fusing the you
and the me to an us is the track for the new rails to
slide on. The coming time needs a balance of group awareness and
individualism. There will not be individualism without group
awareness but there will also not be group awareness without
individualism.
Remember the look
into the eyes of your beloved ones, back in the final time of
Lemuria, remember the promises, spoken and unspoken, that you gave
each other – to remeet in a far away future after the passing
through of a time which was dark enough to loose every idea about the
fields of gold and the land of the golden light, with a soft pressure
of faith, to seal the promises of your hearts.
These promises
grant you to become and remain the successful weavers of the New
Lemurian Matrix of Love surrounding the planet which is now going
through the immense changes, and it will give a very special glance
to this jewel of the Universe. As few as you
may be, the stronger you must shine. You may visualize
this Lemurian Matrix of Love as a grid around the planet, showing the
structure of the Flower of Life. Imagine that the golden and shining
light of the Love Matrix is eating the darkness away, the dark is
being transformed by it, once overlayed by the love matrix the matrix
is becoming solid by the golden light and the dark will be no more.
This is fine to practise while you are in meditation.
I have enlarged
my cosmic sofa into a big round one, in order to welcome more of the
sleepers just awakened, who still rub their eyes, asking me: Oh my, I
had a nightmare, how can I cure this?
And I tell them:
Unpack your memories and open the seed packages stored in your DNA.
And now go ahead and start planting your garden.
Now, here is the
creator, the Christ, who shortly wants to link in in order to gift
you with a short and smiling verbal dessert.
CM:
Hi, beloveds, I intend to put a short energetic fingerprint on this
after this very poetic and touching session Adama gave you. Let me
shortly remind you of a famous native Apache chief named Cochise.
This name is very inspiring to me, as you could also spell it
Cocheese. So, I Am your Big Cheese and you – who remember – are
my Co-Cheeses, the co-creators of your Chief. I tell you this as I
want you to plant the gardens with a SMILE in your face. That was all
for the moment! Dear Co-Cheeses, take my dear hug, this is CM, your
big Chief and Cheese!
Adama: Nothing to
add, LOL. I'm done! (I was bursting with laughter, too, after this
very unexpected comment, wich brought us inevitably back into the
NOW, Eve))
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoRVlL8lwDM&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDLr42udeJM&feature=related
Gates of Dawn
Secret Garden
..... after the big laughter at the end of the Lemurian Love Matrix
transmission I was driving to the station to pick up my kids
and while driving I felt like I wanted some more fun and I decided to
ask CM spontaneously what zodiac sign he is, just as I was
curious what he would answer.
So, I asked him and he answered rightaway: Oh, I'm "Universe".
Then Esu linked in promptly and said: and I'm "Lyra".
Seems as they have seen it "coming". They are really quick on the trigger.
Eve
Attachment on the
comment of CM
http://nativeamericanrhymes.com/chiefs/cochise.htm
More about
Cochise
From
the Apache meaning “Hardwood,” Cochise was the son of a
Chiricahua Apache chief; he in turn became leader of the band
following the death of his father. He married a daughter of
Magnas Coloradas, the celebrated chief of the Mimbreño Apache.
The Apaches lived in southern Arizona and western New Mexico, where
they had been brutally victimized by Spanish and Mexican scalp
hunters and slave traders. Although the enmity between the
peoples was intense, the Chiricahua were initially friendly toward
the newly arrived Americans in the 1850s. Feeling that they
could obtain a certain degree of help from the well-armed Whites,
Cochise met with Major Enoch Steen in 1856, and agreed to permit
Americans to pass through his country en route to California.
Shortly afterwards, some of the Apaches worked regularly for a
stagecoach station at Apache Pass, cutting firewood and exchanging it
for supplies.
This harmonious situation was upset by stupidity. In 1861
Cochise was summoned to see Lieutenant George N. Bascom at Apache
Pass. When he arrived, under a flag of truce, with five other
Chiricahua warriors, he was accused of having kidnapped the child of
some White settlers. He denied any guilt: the child in fact had
been abducted by another band. Refusing to believe him, Bascom
arrested the Indians; in the melee, Cochise was badly wounded.
He managed to escape from confinement by cutting through the side of
the tent with his knife. Some days later he captured three
White settlers whom he offered to exchange for his companions.
Bascom stubbornly refused and demanded the return of the kidnapped
child unharmed. Furious that Bascom would not believe him,
Cochise killed his prisoners; whereupon, the Lieutenant hanged the
Chiricahua warriors in retaliation.
With his savage action, the long and bitter hatred for Mexicans was
broadened to include Americans. Cochise and his father-in-law
joined forces to destroy the White settlers and drive them from
Apache lands. Over the next ten years this action resulted in
an appalling loss of life on both sides. But even worse, the
warfare could not resolve the problem of the Apache rights to their
own land, nor even provide an acceptable reservation in territory to
which they were accustomed.
Cochise and Mangas Coloradas began attacking settlements and quickly
succeeded in closing off Apache Pass, the only ready route to the
west in southern Arizona. They very nearly forced the Americans
out of Arizona altogether, particularly during the Civil War period,
when troops were recalled to the east. In 1862, General James
Carleton arrived from California, determined to reopen the southern
route. At Apache Pass, some 500 Apaches were able to hold off
3,000 California Volunteers, until they were finally forced to
withdraw after Carleton brought in the artillery. In a skirmish
the next day, Mangas Coloradas was badly wounded in the chest.
Cochise, determined to save him, placed him in a sling and traveled
100 miles south to Janos, Mexico, where a surgeon lived.
Cochise is reputed to have demanded that the surgeon make Mangas
Coloradas well, or the town would die. Both Mangas Coloradas
and the town were saved, although the next year the older man was
murdered while in a military camp flying a truce flag. After
the death of Coloradas, Cochise became the principal war chief of the
Apache nation.
Although forced deeper and deeper into the fastness of the Dragoon
Mountains in southern Arizona, Cochise and some 200 warriors were
able to resist all efforts of the Army to capture or exterminate
them. They continued their relentless raids on White
settlements, and in 1871 General George Crook was given command of
the Army’s Department of Arizona. He was an experienced
Indian fighter who realized the senselessness of annihilatory
warfare; he refused to use such actions, trying instead to satisfy
the needs of both peoples.
Recognizing that the only way to conquer was to make peace with each
Apache band individually, and use these bands to scout the rest, he
developed a highly effective group of Apache scouts who soon became
famous throughout the territory. Again the White goals were
being defeated by their own politics; peaceful groups of Apache’s
were being sent to reservations far from their native country—Bosque
Redondo, or Fort Tularosa, in New Mexico. When Cochise learned
of the government’s intention to remove his band from Cañada
Alamosa to Tularosa, he once more went into hiding in the Dragoon
Mountains. He emerged only when he met with General Oliver O.
Howard in 1872 from whom he secured assurance that the Apache would
have their own reservation in the Chiricahua Mountains.
When Cochise met with the White authorities, he promised that there
would be no more raids if the Chiricahua were guaranteed a
reservation in their own territory. He kept his word and
brought his 200 people onto the reservation in the fall of 1872.
Shortly after, 600 more Indians joined him there, and he continued to
live peacefully until his death from dyspepsia on June 8, 1874.
He was buried near Bowie, Arizona, leaving his sons Taza (who
succeeded him as chief) and Naiche, a younger man.
All who dealt with Cochise regarded him with
respect. He was measured at one time, and was 5’9½” tall,
weighing 169 pounds, and recorded as being a broad-shouldered,
powerfully built man who carried himself with dignity.
While gentle in manner during normal occasions, he was capable of
extreme cruelty in warfare, torturing his victims as he and his
people had learned to do from their Mexican enemies. But
he was intelligent and sensitive as well, recognizing from the start
that peace was the only possible insurance for the survival of his
people—he simply wanted a just and lasting peace.
Source: Great North American Indians by
Frederick J. Duckstander
