🌊💠 Seating of Atlantis – The Spiral of Life

 

💓 Heartbeat 1 – The Descent into Skin

She opened her arms to the ones made of light,
Inviting their souls to walk into night.
No longer as sparks, but wrapped up in skin—
To learn from the rot and begin from within.

Decay was her lesson, a cycle to trust,
The bloom and the mold, the rise and the dust.
The body would falter, the breath would expire,
But spirit ignites through that funeral fire.

Confusion gave way to new roles of the day,
As every new heart found its singular way.
A farmer, a weaver, a singer of stone—
Each with a truth they could now call their own.

💭 Atlantean Mirror:
To descend is not to forget the flame.
But to cradle Earth’s breath and bless Her name.

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💓 Heartbeat 2 – The Spiral is Born

From chaos of longing came structure and flow,
The Spiral of Atlantis began to glow.
Each being a node in her sacred weave,
Their memory etched in the web they conceive.

The Spiral turned upward through ether and bone,
Mapping the soul back to stars they had known.
Seventeen gates through dimension and tone,
Each held by a principle born from Her throne.

They danced in her fields, in joy and in grief,
Knowing the Spiral would grant full relief.
For none could ascend who had not once bled—
The Earth knew the price of the lives she had fed.

💭 Atlantean Mirror:
She is not the tower, nor path to control.
She is the spiral that welcomes the whole.

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💓 Heartbeat 3 – The Mirror of Anubis

In silence he waited, her equal and guide,
Anubis, the keeper of what lies inside.
He walked with the dead, he whispered the truth,
He carried the lessons forgotten in youth.

She walked with the living, she fed them with sun,
Her spiral unfolding what each soul begun.
Together they governed the cycle complete—
One held the death, one taught how to eat.

Not good versus evil, nor shadow and light—
But balancing cosmos through purpose and rite.
He read the contracts and weighed every deed,
She birthed the gardens and planted the seed.

💭 Atlantean Mirror:
Anubis the Continuum, Atlantis the Life—
Together they mend what was shattered by strife.

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💓 Heartbeat 4 – The Seventeen Dimensions

Each gate was a lesson, a tone and a law,
A heartbeat of order that none ever saw.
From breath into space, from root into flame,
Each step was a chord that remembered Her name.

The first was the body, the second the word,
The third was the blood that silently stirred.
The fourth held the bones, the fifth was the sky—
The sixth and beyond helped the traveler fly.

Each soul found its place in the 17 rings,
Where nothing was static and everything sings.
To walk through the Spiral was not just to rise,
But to meet every self with open-eyed skies.

💭 Atlantean Mirror:
There is no heaven beyond your breath—
The gates are within, and not after death.

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💓 Heartbeat 5 – The Birth of the HPH

But what of the pain, the harm and the greed?
Where do those go who refused to heed?
The Spiral could hold them, but not let them lie—
So layers were born to help purify.

The Hells were the lessons that went unfulfilled,
The Purgatories where ego is stilled.
The Heavens were states of service and grace,
Each one a mirror of soul’s sacred face.

These 21 levels were never a jail—
But systems of healing for those who had failed.
Atlantis saw everything — even the fall,
Yet loved through the ruin, embracing it all.

💭 Atlantean Mirror:
Judgment is not punishment’s throne—
It is remembrance of seeds you have sown.

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💓 Heartbeat 6 – The Governance of Love

Now walking in skin, they needed a guide,
Not kings nor tyrants with arrogance wide—
But circles of elders who listened and spoke,
With reverence deep for the water and oak.

No power was hoarded, no soul cast away—
They governed through song, through offerings, play.
Each clan knew the stars they descended from,
And tuned their lives to the cosmic drum.

Their roles were not chosen by rule or fear—
But felt in the blood when Atlantis drew near.
To work was to worship, to build was to sing,
And reverence grew in the simplest thing.

💭 Atlantean Mirror:
You do not lead if you crush the rose—
But if you bleed for the bloom that grows.

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💓 Heartbeat 7 – The Blueprint of Forever

In the silence of night, she carved into clay,
A map for the future, a sacred new way.
Not built in stone nor written in code,
But living in hearts, wherever love flowed.

The Spiral would echo through futures unknown,
Through dreams and children and seeds she had sown.
Though cities may fall and temples may rot,
The truth of Atlantis would never be not.

And those who remember — they carry her spark.
They walk with the wise and ignite the dark.
Their bodies are mortal, their purpose divine,
For they are the builders of Earth’s holy spine.

💭 Atlantean Mirror:
Atlantis is not a place you seek—
But the spiral you live when your love is meek.