This is an older text which remained unpublished so far. I received so many reactions of readers showing deep emotion - as a response on the piece "the Lemurian Matrix of Love" that I decided to publish this "memory" now, heartfelt thanks to all, by heart, Eve.
I remember looking into my fathers eyes of blue and I remember the expression in these eyes, of deep love and compassion, in a moment of communication without words. I remember him holding my hands and this overwhelming flow of energy pouring through my system. I remember trust and faith and assurance coming to me from his heart - in this hour of destiny and demand to fulfill what we all came to do. The seriousness that seemed to blow the lightness away, the unveiling of a heavy load and burden to come. I remember the wave of love and emotion between us, carrying an utmost intense will to serve the creator of all that is, to serve the planet and the people of our beloved land of Lemuria, the continent of beauty and glow. This was a service of free will, but the contract had been signed and I would never have had the idea to step back. My father, I remember him well, an outstanding tall person with a soft and gentle voice, a spiritual teacher with a heart full of wisdom and commitment to rely on. His soul had been incarnate in Lemuria since he arrived in this solar system. Since I had grown up then I had been aware of my mission and of the time to come. But I had a wonderful life in Lemuria. Finally the signs were adding up that this introduction would come to and end and that there would be a sharp cut in our life. It meant what it meant - time to say good-bye, time to leave for a ride into darkness, time for last hugs, last kisses, a last touch. Hard times in any way. I was lacking any understanding how I ever could have signed such a kind of contract.
In these final days life was under an immense shadow. Outside the land was still there and one could have faked to believe that it would always be there, but then you saw people transporting the holy things elsewhere, underground, and one knew again what all was about. My father was such a big help to us, the only one who was able to make us think clear again. He pointed out the importance of the mission, the adventure of the coming millenea and the reuniting in a far away future or earth time-line. He imprinted the codes of transformation and ascension into my awareness, which would become unawareness, He even succeeded to make a few jokes. And he looked into my eyes and said: You are needed. You are a strong and very ancient soul. You will never walk alone, our love is with you. He hugged me dearly and heartfelt and for a little while I was feeling again like the little girl I once was, when he took me to the temple the first time, explaining to me the mysteries of life and service. Safe in his arms I felt that I would always have a strong bond to him.
Lemuria went down and I fell asleep. I was whirling through the incarnations as if they were stations on a journey - I could not remember Lemuria any more. there was a wall between. I was still sleepling. The world was in chaos. Then a secret voice told me that love was the only way. But I still could not remember Lemuria. Up to the day in November 2005 when I saw an image in the internet, of a person feeling very close. I did not notice rightaway who he was, but there was a mighty explosion of love inside my heart, like cosmic fireworks. The person on the painting was Adama, High priest of Telos.
