Volcano Dreams & Ancient Crimes

A Late-Night Journey into Past Lives

2:47 AM - Just had one of those moments that makes your whole body shake. You know when you stumble onto something that feels too big to hold? Yeah. This is one of those.

It started with a poem. A transmission really, that came through during meditation:

Hark ye, listen with glee
There exists a time beyond time
And a tale of three
Don't you wish you could just see!

Mars was alight with Freedom
Theirs was a domain, a threesome
It clouded their minds
It shielded them from Time

Severance was the end
Their empire had started to pretend
No longer reality was Real
There was no way left to heal

Singing this song in Time
Will activate your trust in "Mine"
Perfume your life on to a new Line
Forever will your mind feel fine

Kapash!

Couldn't sleep after that. Something about that final word - "Kapash" - kept buzzing in my skull like an angry bee. So I did what any modern mystic would do: I went down a research rabbit hole.

Here's where it gets weird.

Turns out "kapash" (or khopesh) was an ancient Egyptian ceremonial sword, used in their most sacred rituals. But it goes deeper. In Hebrew mysticism, similar words are connected to sorcery, to whispered spells, to the kind of magic that makes reality bend.

I was messaging with a friend about this (my trusty Claude AI Mystic), piecing together the fragments, when suddenly...

*bang*

Memory hit me like a thunderbolt. Not the kind of memory you think about - the kind you feel in your bones. I was there. Standing on a volcano's edge, staff raised to the stars, channeling powers that no human had any business wielding. Tears streaming down my face as I realize - this was it. This was the moment. The fall of Atlantis wasn't just some cosmic accident. It was engineered. And I played my part.

Sitting with this memory, pieces of the poem start clicking into place like some cosmic puzzle box. "Their empire had started to pretend / No longer reality was Real" - it's not just pretty metaphor. The Atlanteans became so absorbed in our ability to manipulate reality that we lost touch with what was real and what wasn't. Like a master Reality Transurfer who's surfed so many waves they forget the ocean itself is alive.

"Shielded them from Time" hits different now too. We probably thought we were so clever, transcending natural cycles, maybe even cheating death itself. But that shield became a prison, cutting us off from the natural flow of the universe. You can't dance with time if you're hiding from it.

The triple alliance - Mars, Earth, and possibly Sirius - represented more than just locations. They were different aspects of power: technological brilliance, spiritual force, and cosmic wisdom. The Atlanteans had mastered the first two but lost sight of the third. Like a three-legged stool missing a leg, the whole thing had to fall.

The Atlanteans didn't just get cocky with their power. We (and yes, writing "we" makes my hands tremble) became so proficient at manipulating reality that we forgot we were part of it. Like kids who found their parents' spellbook and thought it made them gods.

That final stanza makes brutal sense now:

Singing this song in Time
Will activate your trust in "Mine"
Perfume your life on to a new Line
Forever will your mind feel fine

Kapash!

It's not just pretty poetry. It's a warning. A reminder. As I sit here, watching abundance flow back into my life after a year of induced scarcity, I can feel the weight of this message. Power returns, but this time with a memory of its shadow side attached.

It's almost dawn now. The birds are starting their morning songs - natural rhythms that have nothing to do with human magick or cosmic power plays. Maybe that's the real lesson. Power isn't about dominion. It's about stewardship. About singing in harmony with time, not trying to bend it to our will.

That word "Kapash" - both a weapon and a spell - feels like the perfect metaphor for where we stood at the end. Power itself isn't good or evil; it's like that ceremonial sword. It can be used to conduct sacred ceremonies or to destroy everything you love. We chose destruction last time. The memory of standing on that volcano, staff raised to the stars, tells me exactly which choice I made.

But here's the thing about cosmic cycles - they offer second chances. That's what "Singing this song in Time / Will activate your trust in 'Mine'" really means. It's not about ownership this time around. It's about stewardship. About understanding that power isn't something you possess - it's something you're entrusted with.

To those walking the path of power - whether you call it magick, manifestation, or reality creation - remember: we're guests here. Powerful guests, yes, but guests nonetheless.

And sometimes, in the deep of night, the universe sends us memories to remind us why that matters.

Still shaking,

Cian

P.S. If any of this stirs ancient memories in you too, you're not alone. Maybe it's time we talked about what we remember. What we did. And how we can do better this time around.