Lemurian Reunion

A Modern Tale of Time Travel and
Merging Timelines

a work of fiction by Bettye B. Binder

author of
PAST LIFE REGRESSION GUIDEBOOK,
DISCOVERING YOUR PAST LIVES AND OTHER
DIMENSIONS and MEDITATIONS ABOUT LEMURIA

A modern-day fairy tale about time travel,
soul mates and karmic resolution!

****************** Chapter 1******************

The Fireball Dream and Other Memories

Amy awakes gasping. A shriek of terror is stuck in her throat. Sweat pours from her brow, and tears well up in her eyes. She huddles under her blankets as if they can protect her from her terrible, recurring nightmare.

Then, her phone rings. Mercilessly, the jarring brrrring brrrring repeats. Without opening her eyes, she reaches a hand towards the clanging sound and awkwardly grabs hold of the receiver

"Hello?" she says feebly.

"Good morning, Amy," chirps a male voice.

"Mitch!" she answers. Tears cascade down her cheeks.

"What’s wrong, sis? Was it that awful dream, again?"he asks softly.

"Uh huh! Why do I keep seeing a fiery object crash to Earth? Why do I always wake up terrified?" she sobs.

"I wish I could help you. Is there anything I can do?"

"I don’t know. I’ll figure it out eventually," she mumbles.

"There was a 7.8 earthquake in Hokkaido, Japan over- night. Do you think you’re tuning in to Earth changes in your dreams? Is that what this is all about?"

"I don’t know what triggers off my dream!" she groans.
"All I know for sure is the fireball doesn’t come out of the Earth! It careens across a dark sky and explodes over a marshy field near a large body of water!" She is now trembling as she speaks.
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"I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you, Amy" he replies.
" I just thought since you’re such a practiced meditator...."

"I’m sorry I snapped at you, Mitch! You know this dream has been waking me up daily for weeks, but this morning it’s worse than ever. The top of my head feels like it’s going to explode like Mount St. Helens! I don’t under- stand what’s happening to me!" she moans in frustration.

Maybe, I can cheer you up. I have good news. Elliott spoke with Marshall Spencer Edwards last night, and he agreed to keynote our TruthQuest: Ancient Civilizations, Modern Earth Changes Conference."

"Great!....I’ll get to the office just as soon as I can!"

"You sound shaky, sis. Take your time! Luv ya!"

"Luv you, too! Thanks for being such a terrific brother!"

As she hangs up the phone, she does yoga stretches but still feels dizzy and ungrounded. She stares across the room at a map of the world she’s spread out on the opposite wall and flagged at sites of important archaeo- logical discoveries. "Ever since this nightmare began seeing my map reassures me it’s just a dream, and I’m safe at home! My map feels like a mandala to me!"

Propped against her pillows, she visually locates the Ryukyu Islands in southern Japan where underwater megaliths have been found near Yonaguni and follows he Tropic of Cancer east to Honolulu. She drops down to Hawaii’s volcanic south shore, a region which elicits oy and terror. She spots ancient sites in Mexico, near southwest Cuba where megaliths nestle in the sea floor and at Andros Island’s ancient harbor east of Florida. As she reaches the Bahamas, her eyelids begin to close.

****************** Chapter 2******************

She drifts into a meditation. The familiar image of an enormous stone face appears in her mind. She’s seen it many times in her meditations since 1996. It stares at her from a raised stone platform surrounded by a round amphitheater-like rock formation with ocean in the back- ground. She experiences sitting cross-legged on a mat looking back at the face and communing with it. This ex- perience always makes her feel peaceful as if she has gone there for solace many times in an ancient past life.

Then, in her mind flash images of the stone face which she recently saw on the Internet. She recalls how divers located it east of a monolith extending 100 feet below the surface of the Pacific near the Ryukyu Islands. Her logical mind wonders if she is thinking about this, now, because her brother just mentioned an earthquake in northern Japan. Intuitively, she feels it is not, but she decides to go deeper in meditation and find out.

She takes a deep breath and slowly lets the air out of her lungs. An image appears in her mind which she has not seen in previous meditations. She views a middle aged Asian man sitting cross-legged on a mat facing the enormous carved head discovered near Yonaguni. On top of the man’s head is a small boxy red hat with fine black embroidered trim. A black pigtail sticks out from under the back of his hat, and he wears a long light- brown silk coat. He is very peaceful.

Amy suddenly feels agitated and cannot hold onto this feeling of peacefulness. The picture promptly vanishes from her mind, and her head begins throbbing, again. Her inner turmoil snaps her back to the present.

****************** Chapter 3******************

"What is freakin�?me out this morning, and what does this meditation have to do with my ‘fireball dream�?" she asks as she opens her eyes. "And I’ve gotta do something to get mentally focused, so I can go to work! What if I retrace my steps by physically touching my map?"

She gets out of bed, stumbles across the room and with her index finger retraces her visual pan-Pacific odyssey. " Okay, Amy! Yonaguni is 24 degrees 30 minutes north latitude. I follow the Tropic of Cancer at 23 degrees 30 minutes, east to the northern Hawaiian Islands. South shore of the Big Island is 19 1/2 degrees," she intones, blinking hard and rubbing her head, but her eyesight is still fuzzy, and her head still hurts. "Whew!" she exhales.

"In Mexico, La Venta 18.30; Teotihuacan, 19 degrees; Chichen Itza, Uxmal, 20. Undersea ruins off Cabo de San Antonio, Cuba, 21. Due east of the Yucatan! Ha! Not a coincidence! Ancient harbor at Andros Island, 25! Same latitude as Yonaguni! Hey, my headache’s gone! Gotta remember to meditate on my past-life connection to that ancient island east of Hawaii! Feels real important! Ha! If Elliott could hear me rattle on like this, he’d say, ‘Yer weird, Amy�?" She mimics his sneer and giggles.

Just then, her wood chimes clock pleasantly rings on the night stand. "Time bravely to face the world!" she sighs. "No bone-rattling alarms for me, especially this morning!" She heads off to shower and get dressed.

When Amy arrives at the office, Elliott and Mitch are sit- ting at the conference table, pouring over an email.

"What’s the latest news about our keynoter?" she asks.

"Oh, he’s solid!" Elliott gloats, his craggy face lit ear to ear with an impish grin, and his blue eyes sparkling like stars.

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Mitch reaches his six five frame across the table to pick up a folder. "Please read Dr. Edwards�?PR info. I need you to add his bio to the lead story in the current issue ofTruthQuest ,"he says, handing a thick packet to Amy.

"Hey, Amy! Heard you had that ‘dreaded dream�?again"quips Elliott. "Did Mitch tell you there were two 7+ earth- quakes at Hokkaido, yesterday?"

"Two? No, he only told me about the first one," Amy answers, disguising jittery feelings about her dream. "Deadline?" she asks, turning towards Mitch.

"Yesterday, of course!" jokes Elliott.

"No, really! When do you need it? "Amy insists, notice- ably irritated at Elliott’s flippant remark.

"Two o’clock today!" says Mitch. "We also need to add Dr. Edwards�?photo to the front page, and the magazine has to be at the printer before 6 PM."

By order of our esteemed editor-in-chief and career journalist extraordinaire!" Elliott pontificates.

Amy stares at Elliott with exasperation. "Two o’clock is no problem," she answers confidently

"Are you sure you’re okay to do this?" Mitch asks gently. Amy nods and heads off to work on her computer.

"Now, about that multi-media set up Marshall Edwards wants..." Elliott says, refocusing Mitch’s attention.

"I want you to work with Terry to draw up a contract,"Mitch asserts. "I’ve got to get back to my photoshop layout."He stands up and heads for his office.

****************** Chapter 5******************

Meantime, seated at her own desk, Amy pours over the press packet and uses a highlighter on key phrases. She powers up her computer and begins to write. An hour goes by, then two hours. Finally done, she swivels her chair around to face towards her office door.

****************** Chapter 6******************

Amy’s mind is still absorbed in the altered state of con- sciousness in which she has long done her writing and meditations. As she watches, a holographic image of a black pyramid materializes and superimposes on her office door. Made entirely of black obsidian rock, the hardest natural rock on Earth, the pyramid slowly sinks and settles in one piece onto the ocean floor.

She observes this silently and without emotion. She recognizes it as something she first saw in meditation years ago: a black shiny pyramid standing on an island, 25 miles or more southeast of the southern tip of the Big Island of Hawaii. A second image quickly follows of a dark-skinned woman with long black hair and regal appearance. "Mallamaia!" Amy intones. The woman smiles. Then, both images disappear, and Amy is suddenly back in her office.