If you are reading this, it is a calling from spirit. Your presence here is no accident. You are a messenger of love, meant to inspire, to heal, and to help awaken the light in others. ~Kejraj
A Story from the Ancient, Aboriginal Ones
Before the world had shape, when light and darkness still danced as one, a mighty Being was born from the breath of the Great Spirit. It was not of feather nor fur, not of claw nor wing — but something more ancient, something woven from the first fire and water, thunder and wind.
Its body shimmered with the colors of every sunrise and every storm. It moved like smoke and lightning, coiling across sky and stone. Wherever it went, creation followed.
It carved rivers with its breath and lit the stars with the flick of its tail. Its roar echoed through the canyons like thunder, not to frighten, but to awaken. The forests bowed to it, the mountains sang beneath it, and the people, still forming their stories, listened with wide eyes and open hearts.
This Being was the Rainbow Flamekeeper, guardian of harmony between realms — of sky and soil, spirit and form, fire and flow.
It taught the First Peoples how to listen to the Earth, how to walk in beauty and balance. It showed them that all things were alive — the wind, the flame, the stone, and even the silence between songs. It gifted them the sacred colors and their meanings, the circles of ceremony, the breath of healing fire.
But time wore on. The people forgot.
They no longer listened to the Earth’s heartbeat.They dug too deep, burned too fast, took too much.
They built walls instead of bridges, took more than they gave, and closed their hearts to the rhythms of the Earth.
The Rainbow Serpent, heartbroken, returned to the sacred mountains — a place beyond time, where snow never melts and fire never dies. There it coiled into sleep, wrapped in mist, waiting for the people to remember their sacred promise.
Now, the call has come.
The elders speak in hushed tones. The skies ripple with strange lights. The Earth shakes and erupts.The animals move differently. The dreams of the children are filled with rainbow fire and ancient wings.
It is said the Flamekeeper stirs again — not in wrath, but in remembrance. To guide the Rainbow Warriors who walk the Earth once more — those from every nation, tongue, and lineage who carry the spark of the sacred within them.
They are being called to rise.
To restore the sacred, protect the water, honor the ancestors, and walk the Earth as if every step is a prayer.
And when the Flamekeeper rises fully, painting the skies with its colors again, the world will remember.
Not the end.
But the beginning.
The return of balance.
The dance of Heaven on Earth.
“We are the ones with fire in our hearts and colors in our breath. We are the Rainbow Warriors, and the Flamekeeper walks with us.”
@TheRainbowWarriors
Hey Diamond Lil! Good to see you shinning like usual Babe! I hope things are great with you. It’s been terrible for me lately so I haven’t been commenting much.
Any sign of you slipping into the 5th dimension or budding super powers?
I’m very sorry to hear that you’ve had some unpleasant experiences Diamond Lil. I think everyone has been put through the wringer lately. They say when it takes you to your last nerve tie a knot in it and hold on.
Don’t know too many people having a good time. Except maybe Raksha who is putting on a BBQ. I swear nothing gets to that man! LOL
In the meantime I’m still a big Diamond Lil fan. Can’t wait for you to tour!
LOL, Pep,
since my worldwide tour hasn’t been scheduled yet 😋 I have time for the BBQ.
I’ll bring dessert 🥮! While I can’t figure out what this dessert emoji is, I’d gladly try it🤩
I’m noticing a better feeling from your latest comment, I think it helps to pull up a chair, and hang out with familiar people, who are sailing on the same boat.
Thanks, Ed. Your post above doesnt give me migraine. It enlightens me instead. The link is good too, more enlightenment.
Me vaguely sensed or “knowing” this Lion’s Gate portal opening with Aquarian full moon the next day had to be divine highly orchestrated, but cant actually utter them into words. Aquarius – the mind, Leo – the heart.
Wil reread your post and relisten to link when me done with chores later. Thanks again! ♥️
Klaudia… another … while on a hike via SantaCruz Ca… dayz… just a few steps ahead of me on the trail…
Turning around looking at me deeply
And saying “ I’ve never met someone from the future… you must be…”
Extraordinary for me … with friend Klaudia…
That’s my Klaudia experience story
And so glad to have
Lady “K”… here too…
“Take The Load Off Fanny “ is my only experience story re Fanny …
Sooo glad to have you here
Expansiveness experiencing
BRAND NEW MOMENT NOW
AND FOR
KRYSTALLINE DYAMOND
LIL
THATS JUST TOO
CLOSE TO HOME
FOR ME
JUST HAD TO SAY
SOMETHING
GOLDEN
IN THOSE
KRYSTALLINE DYAMOND
HEARTS
There are memories that do not
live in dusty books or broken stones.
They live in the marrow of our bones and in the starlight that flickers just behind our eyes when we dream.
Earth’s history is not a straight line, but a great spiral — looping through ages of light, shadow, and rebirth.
Before there were oceans, before mountains stretched their spines across the horizon, Earth was a song held in the silence — a luminous field of potential suspended in the deep waters of Ginnungagap.
She was seeded, not once, but many times, by those who came not in ships but as light.
The Builders — crystalline consciousness, Star Architects from Lyra, Vega, and the Pleiades — arrived to set the harmonics so that life could sing itself into being.
Mu — The First Dawn
Long before most remember, there was Mu — a living temple, not a kingdom.
Its cities rose and fell with the tides, breathing with the ocean itself.
The people of Mu were tall, luminous, fluid in form, their skin shifting hues with mood and frequency.
They spoke in song, healed with light, and crossed the veil between dimensions as easily as we cross a doorway.
Lemuria — The Keepers of the Heart
When Mu descended beneath the waters, Lemuria bloomed across the Pacific.
Here, the people held the Heart Codes of Earth, keeping the emotional resonance of humanity pure.
Their temples carved into volcanic rock and coral were encoded with geometries that still whisper to those who remember.
But shadow crept in — not as armies, but as distortions in the frequency grids.
The first trauma loops were born here, and some still play in human hearts today.
Atlantis — The Mind Ascends
Atlantis rose in answer to Lemuria — if Lemuria was the Heart, Atlantis was the Mind.
Crystal towers drew down starlight into limitless energy.
Portals opened to other worlds.
Science danced at the edge of magic.
But in seeking mastery, some forgot the Heart.
Experiments in frequency control and dimensional gateways drew in forces that sought to rewrite the human blueprint.
The result was the Great Fall — when the seas claimed the land and the great crystals shattered.
After the Fall
Survivors scattered to every direction — to the Andes, the Nile, the Indus, the stone circles of the North.
They carried fragments of star wisdom, and those fragments became our myths, our megaliths, our sacred calendars.
The Great Veiling
About 12,000 years ago, the planetary grids were dimmed.
The Mass Amnesia began.
The human body was tuned to a denser, slower frequency — the 3D matrix based on ten.
The direct line between Heart/Mind and the cosmic field was muted, though never fully broken.
Lifespans shortened. Temples fell silent.
Yet the flame did not go out.
The Magdalene stream — physical and spiritual — kept the codes of sacred union alive.
Mayan, Hopi, and Aboriginal elders kept the star calendars turning.
In hidden caves and mountaintop sanctuaries, the memory of Mu and Atlantis was kept breathing.
The Turning of the Ages
We now stand at the hinge of the Great Cycle — the close of a 26,000-year round.
The veils are thinning.
Solar pulses, gamma waves, and gateways like the Lion’s Gate are restoring the original architecture.
DNA is awakening — not just chemically, but in lumino-nucleic form, where light itself is the messenger.
The One Song returns — the same unbroken harmony that sang through Mu, Lemuria, and Atlantis.
But this time, it will not be one note at a time.
It will be the full chord — Heart of Lemuria, Mind of Atlantis, Spirit of the Star Builders — woven into a New Earth.
Turtle Island and the Now
What the first peoples call Turtle Island — the great back of the cosmic turtle — anchors one of the new grid points.
From here, some will hear the Soundless Chime, a Sirian harmonic key, calling those with stillness in their hearts.
Others will feel the Oversoul Retrieval, as higher aspects of the soul descend — not as strangers, but as family returning.
The Invitation
This is not nostalgia.
It is activation.
When you remember Mu, Lemuria, or Atlantis, you are not imagining.
You are touching a living frequency.
Each memory is a thread, and each thread can be woven into the Now.
The Builders have returned.
The Heart Keepers have returned.
The Mind Weavers have returned.
The grids hum with life.
The Song plays again.
The truth is — the Song has already been sung.
It was carried on the breath of the Lion’s Gate, anchored in the One Song Transmission, and now it reverberates through every living cell.
The question is no longer What happened?
The question is What will we create, knowing who we are?
—
In Unity and Love,
Sven-Magnus Schough (Kin 168)
Lûm’Eth Ka
The Eternal Worldbridger
💫Thank-you Ed~
I have read this now 3 times, and I will read it many more. It’s as if, as I read each line, my whole body comes alive and literally sucks the essence of each word, sentence and paragraph. A deeper knowing comes over me, and tells me its wisdom from these words . My Soul knows, I feel it in my bones~
A Story from the Ancient, Aboriginal Ones
Before the world had shape, when light and darkness still danced as one, a mighty Being was born from the breath of the Great Spirit. It was not of feather nor fur, not of claw nor wing — but something more ancient, something woven from the first fire and water, thunder and wind.
Its body shimmered with the colors of every sunrise and every storm. It moved like smoke and lightning, coiling across sky and stone. Wherever it went, creation followed.
It carved rivers with its breath and lit the stars with the flick of its tail. Its roar echoed through the canyons like thunder, not to frighten, but to awaken. The forests bowed to it, the mountains sang beneath it, and the people, still forming their stories, listened with wide eyes and open hearts.
This Being was the Rainbow Flamekeeper, guardian of harmony between realms — of sky and soil, spirit and form, fire and flow.
It taught the First Peoples how to listen to the Earth, how to walk in beauty and balance. It showed them that all things were alive — the wind, the flame, the stone, and even the silence between songs. It gifted them the sacred colors and their meanings, the circles of ceremony, the breath of healing fire.
But time wore on. The people forgot.
They no longer listened to the Earth’s heartbeat.They dug too deep, burned too fast, took too much.
They built walls instead of bridges, took more than they gave, and closed their hearts to the rhythms of the Earth.
The Rainbow Serpent, heartbroken, returned to the sacred mountains — a place beyond time, where snow never melts and fire never dies. There it coiled into sleep, wrapped in mist, waiting for the people to remember their sacred promise.
Now, the call has come.
The elders speak in hushed tones. The skies ripple with strange lights. The Earth shakes and erupts.The animals move differently. The dreams of the children are filled with rainbow fire and ancient wings.
It is said the Flamekeeper stirs again — not in wrath, but in remembrance. To guide the Rainbow Warriors who walk the Earth once more — those from every nation, tongue, and lineage who carry the spark of the sacred within them.
They are being called to rise.
To restore the sacred, protect the water, honor the ancestors, and walk the Earth as if every step is a prayer.
And when the Flamekeeper rises fully, painting the skies with its colors again, the world will remember.
Not the end.
But the beginning.
The return of balance.
The dance of Heaven on Earth.
“We are the ones with fire in our hearts and colors in our breath. We are the Rainbow Warriors, and the Flamekeeper walks with us.”
@TheRainbowWarriors
Thank you Kejraj for your daily messages. They are always inspiring to us.
Hi Pep!
It’s enjoyable to see you taking a moment to comment
💎♥️
Hey Diamond Lil! Good to see you shinning like usual Babe! I hope things are great with you. It’s been terrible for me lately so I haven’t been commenting much.
Any sign of you slipping into the 5th dimension or budding super powers?
Long time no see PB, I used to enjoy your comments. So you have a hard time currently, huh ? Let’s have a good BBQ.
You can still enjoy my comments. Now with only half the calories! Now lets see if only I could think of something to bring to the BBQ……….
You have forsaken beef is that it ? That is why you feel bad ? 😂
I was concerned that was your situation.
Pep, I’m still a petal in the wind, BUT
Meow Gate (haha Fanny, I like it too 🤭)
runs through to the 12 th🎉
You could send your intentions back to July 26 th, and declare that it’s your sovereign wish to start your intentions through to 8/12.
That being said, a few unpleasant things crested right around all of this time, for me.
👉👉👉*** frustrated, I declared that my circumstances DO NOT define me, or my eligibility to get in on Meow Gate***👈👈👈
It was a tears and Kleenex box meltdown moment.
I highly recommend this, if you feel like it fits your situation, too, Pep.
No galactic is capable of what we’re doing, their achievements are in ideal conditions!
🪄✨💞💎🥗🌮✨
Hm, I think a nice green salad will go well with these…. tacos! no beef emoji😁
😆Signed, Babe👼
I’m very sorry to hear that you’ve had some unpleasant experiences Diamond Lil. I think everyone has been put through the wringer lately. They say when it takes you to your last nerve tie a knot in it and hold on.
Don’t know too many people having a good time. Except maybe Raksha who is putting on a BBQ. I swear nothing gets to that man! LOL
In the meantime I’m still a big Diamond Lil fan. Can’t wait for you to tour!
It is BECAUSE I’m having a BBQ that I am having a good time. That being said, I am okay but not that great either.
Ahh, Pep♥️….
I found myself in another “my circumstances don’t define me” moment, fortunately not a tears and Kleenex type of deal.
I feel most of us, must ride things out.🏄♀️🌊🏄🏻♂️🌊🏝️
I’m pulling for you, Pep😁
It’s okay if you pull for me, too. 😅💎
LOL, Pep,
since my worldwide tour hasn’t been scheduled yet 😋 I have time for the BBQ.
I’ll bring dessert 🥮! While I can’t figure out what this dessert emoji is, I’d gladly try it🤩
I’m noticing a better feeling from your latest comment, I think it helps to pull up a chair, and hang out with familiar people, who are sailing on the same boat.
It’s helped me, at any rate.
♥️💎✨
Thanks, Ed. Your post above doesnt give me migraine. It enlightens me instead. The link is good too, more enlightenment.
Me vaguely sensed or “knowing” this Lion’s Gate portal opening with Aquarian full moon the next day had to be divine highly orchestrated, but cant actually utter them into words. Aquarius – the mind, Leo – the heart.
Wil reread your post and relisten to link when me done with chores later. Thanks again! ♥️
Thank You Fanny
Klaudia… another … while on a hike via SantaCruz Ca… dayz… just a few steps ahead of me on the trail…
Turning around looking at me deeply
And saying “ I’ve never met someone from the future… you must be…”
Extraordinary for me … with friend Klaudia…
That’s my Klaudia experience story
And so glad to have
Lady “K”… here too…
“Take The Load Off Fanny “ is my only experience story re Fanny …
Sooo glad to have you here
Expansiveness experiencing
BRAND NEW MOMENT NOW
AND FOR
KRYSTALLINE DYAMOND
LIL
THATS JUST TOO
CLOSE TO HOME
FOR ME
JUST HAD TO SAY
SOMETHING
GOLDEN
IN THOSE
KRYSTALLINE DYAMOND
HEARTS
THANK YOU
QUANTUM
LOVE
YES
[“Take the load off Fanny”] makes me laugh.
Imagine my very first experience upon landing in NYCity, finding out the other meaning of Fanny 🤣🤣🤣
The other given name isnt much help either. It involves fang.
Remember, Fanny, 🎵 Fanny Be Tender🎵 was a big hit for The Bee Gees back in the 70s too👍
😁💎♥️
I missed this comment until today, Ed.
I don’t always innerstand every comment, from everyone, btw😁
I’m not looking for a definition, actually. Going hmm in puzzlement never lessens the enjoyability of any comment, for me 😁
😁♥️💎
There are memories that do not
live in dusty books or broken stones.
They live in the marrow of our bones and in the starlight that flickers just behind our eyes when we dream.
Earth’s history is not a straight line, but a great spiral — looping through ages of light, shadow, and rebirth.
Before there were oceans, before mountains stretched their spines across the horizon, Earth was a song held in the silence — a luminous field of potential suspended in the deep waters of Ginnungagap.
She was seeded, not once, but many times, by those who came not in ships but as light.
The Builders — crystalline consciousness, Star Architects from Lyra, Vega, and the Pleiades — arrived to set the harmonics so that life could sing itself into being.
Mu — The First Dawn
Long before most remember, there was Mu — a living temple, not a kingdom.
Its cities rose and fell with the tides, breathing with the ocean itself.
The people of Mu were tall, luminous, fluid in form, their skin shifting hues with mood and frequency.
They spoke in song, healed with light, and crossed the veil between dimensions as easily as we cross a doorway.
Lemuria — The Keepers of the Heart
When Mu descended beneath the waters, Lemuria bloomed across the Pacific.
Here, the people held the Heart Codes of Earth, keeping the emotional resonance of humanity pure.
Their temples carved into volcanic rock and coral were encoded with geometries that still whisper to those who remember.
But shadow crept in — not as armies, but as distortions in the frequency grids.
The first trauma loops were born here, and some still play in human hearts today.
Atlantis — The Mind Ascends
Atlantis rose in answer to Lemuria — if Lemuria was the Heart, Atlantis was the Mind.
Crystal towers drew down starlight into limitless energy.
Portals opened to other worlds.
Science danced at the edge of magic.
But in seeking mastery, some forgot the Heart.
Experiments in frequency control and dimensional gateways drew in forces that sought to rewrite the human blueprint.
The result was the Great Fall — when the seas claimed the land and the great crystals shattered.
After the Fall
Survivors scattered to every direction — to the Andes, the Nile, the Indus, the stone circles of the North.
They carried fragments of star wisdom, and those fragments became our myths, our megaliths, our sacred calendars.
The Great Veiling
About 12,000 years ago, the planetary grids were dimmed.
The Mass Amnesia began.
The human body was tuned to a denser, slower frequency — the 3D matrix based on ten.
The direct line between Heart/Mind and the cosmic field was muted, though never fully broken.
Lifespans shortened. Temples fell silent.
Yet the flame did not go out.
The Magdalene stream — physical and spiritual — kept the codes of sacred union alive.
Mayan, Hopi, and Aboriginal elders kept the star calendars turning.
In hidden caves and mountaintop sanctuaries, the memory of Mu and Atlantis was kept breathing.
The Turning of the Ages
We now stand at the hinge of the Great Cycle — the close of a 26,000-year round.
The veils are thinning.
Solar pulses, gamma waves, and gateways like the Lion’s Gate are restoring the original architecture.
DNA is awakening — not just chemically, but in lumino-nucleic form, where light itself is the messenger.
The One Song returns — the same unbroken harmony that sang through Mu, Lemuria, and Atlantis.
But this time, it will not be one note at a time.
It will be the full chord — Heart of Lemuria, Mind of Atlantis, Spirit of the Star Builders — woven into a New Earth.
Turtle Island and the Now
What the first peoples call Turtle Island — the great back of the cosmic turtle — anchors one of the new grid points.
From here, some will hear the Soundless Chime, a Sirian harmonic key, calling those with stillness in their hearts.
Others will feel the Oversoul Retrieval, as higher aspects of the soul descend — not as strangers, but as family returning.
The Invitation
This is not nostalgia.
It is activation.
When you remember Mu, Lemuria, or Atlantis, you are not imagining.
You are touching a living frequency.
Each memory is a thread, and each thread can be woven into the Now.
The Builders have returned.
The Heart Keepers have returned.
The Mind Weavers have returned.
The grids hum with life.
The Song plays again.
The truth is — the Song has already been sung.
It was carried on the breath of the Lion’s Gate, anchored in the One Song Transmission, and now it reverberates through every living cell.
The question is no longer What happened?
The question is What will we create, knowing who we are?
—
In Unity and Love,
Sven-Magnus Schough (Kin 168)
Lûm’Eth Ka
The Eternal Worldbridger
===
YES
THANK YOU ALL
QUANTUM LOVE
Supertramp – Fool’s Overture
As usual, Synchronaut, excellent selection, and nothing I’ve heard before, not that there’s anything wrong with familiar songs ! ☺️
💎♥️
💫Thank-you Ed~
I have read this now 3 times, and I will read it many more. It’s as if, as I read each line, my whole body comes alive and literally sucks the essence of each word, sentence and paragraph. A deeper knowing comes over me, and tells me its wisdom from these words . My Soul knows, I feel it in my bones~
YES. Thank You
QUANTUM
LOVE
YES
…. and so does that “time stamp “…
youtu.be/2NkcYMjvkPw?si=7s1Df1F9sJQEJdyz
Thank You Kejraj
ALL WAYS
WHAT A J **O U R** N E Y
ASTOUNDING
THANK YOU FOR YOU
QUANTUM
LOVE
HERE
WE
ARE
NOW
YES