The Fate of Atlantis

By Holiday Shapero

The sweeping technology that has come to define life on Earth is a monster with very long fingers as the sixth great extinction confirms. Yet where did it come from, and what of its tail? Some say that the tip of its tail reaches far into the distant past. But it is also true that many people on Earth have not heard of the monsters origin, have never glimpsed its tail.

It might, at first, seem odd until one considers that the birthplace of the monster sunk beneath the sea. Yet we have been graced with the tale of that ancient land. Plato confirmed that the land, though long forgotten, indeed existed. The record of the sinking of Atlantis as told to the Greek lawmaker Solon by the priests of Sais in Egypt has come down to us intact.

To glimpse the monsters tail, we must travel back in time, long before Plato, back to the days of Athena, to a time before her beloved land met its fatea fate that was linked to Atlantis.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984529930

Holiday Shapero

Holiday Shapero is continuing to study ancient Greek astrology with Robert Schmidt, creator of Project Hindsight, designed to bring back to the world, the entire corpus of surviving works of the Hellenistic astrologers, beginning around 200 BCE. She is also working to raise the awareness of the people on Earth in order to protect the wild and return Earth to health. She is the author of three previous booksScarlet Waters, Tears of Amber, and Lluvia Suavewhich are a series containing her memoirs of this life.

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CONTENTS

Introduction

ATHENS, GREECE, 9,600 BCE

A Master Number

The Hidden Hand of Fate

The Bearer of The Torch

A Star of Freedom

The Holding of Power

Know Thyself

Planetary Tales

The Sea Goddess

An Encoded Message

The Morning Fog

A Long Journey

That Tangled Web

Darkness on the Face of the World

The Unveiling of an Adversary

To Stand Strong

Golden Slits

The Stand of Mirandea

The Sight of Mirandea

The White Fire

The Touch of the Bronze Warrior

Like You

The Milky Way Council

The Tides of Fate

The Cave of My Heart

A Crucible

The Luos

The Herald’s Wand

The Widening Ravine

A Series of Locks

Remember Our Pact

The Scrolls Of Time

Victory

The Final Transformation

Epilogue

INTRODUCTION

A lthough I have written a series of books containing my memoirs— Scarlet Waters , Tears of Amber , and Lluvia Suave —rather than focusing on the sequel, I have instead given my attention to this book. The reason for this is twofold. The stories contained herein flooded my consciousness. You might say they demanded to be written. Also, the understanding that unfolds as one reads this book is extremely relevant to the people of Earth at this time. Indeed, it is critical if we are to respond to our plight on this planet.

There is an old saying on Earth that history repeats itself. Yet it is also true that some parts of our past have been obscured from us, either because they were intentionally hidden or perhaps because they have not been understood. Anyone who has read Graham Hancock’s worldwide best-selling books knows this.

Yet when suppressed information is meant to arise, nothing on Earth can hold it back. A case in point is the recent excavations and analysis of Gunung Padang—the Javanese pyramid in Indonesia. Danny Hilman Natawidjaja, a senior geologist from the Research Center for Geotechnology who earned his PhD at California Institute of Technology in the United States, reports scientific evidence of the long-buried structure dating back as far as 22,000 BCE. He states, Everything we’ve been taught about the origins of civilization may be wrong. Old stories about Atlantis and other great lost civilizations of prehistory, long dismissed as myths by archaeologists, look set to be proved true.

I have long found it peculiar that Western civilization is so enamored of Plato’s philosophy that they have designed courses in academia to emphasize his philosophy as our roots, yet when it comes to the report of Plato concerning prehistory, it is dismissed as untrue. It appears that Plato is held in high esteem as one of the greatest philosophers who has ever lived, if not the greatest, yet his report of Atlantis is condescendingly treated as if it were a myth. Yet Plato specifically tells us that the account of Atlantis given by the Greek lawmaker, Solon, when he visited Egypt in 600 BCE is true. Solon clearly reported the words of the priests at the Temple of Sais who told him the story of how and why Atlantis perished in 9,600 BCE.

Why was Plato’s account rejected? Could it be that those who ruled Atlantis had something to hide? Was that carried over into modern times through some hidden link? Even more pertinent, does the New World Order that is emerging now have the same appetite for dominance and control as those on Atlantis did?

What does it mean that the discovery by Danny Hilman Natawidjaja, one of Indonesia’s top academics, is happening now? Is this time in history a mirror of the past? Is, as Edgar Cayce predicted, Atlantis rising?

ATHENS, GREECE, 9,600 BCE

A MASTER NUMBER

T here were twenty-two people in the original group of my ancestors who came here. Although where they came from was a sworn secret among them, my mother eventually violated that trust. She did so for good reasons as you will see when my story unfolds. For within the oath that she took, something utterly sinister was buried at the center.

In the beginning, it made sense to all the people on board that ship to hide where they had come from as they had landed in an entirely unknown place and had no idea what the inhabitants were like. Being from a faraway place, they feared that they might be seen as invaders and bring war upon themselves.

I did not know all the people who came on that ship with my mother as I was raised apart from them. As a child, I knew Anqet and Isis, my mother’s sisters. They were priestesses like her, and she was very close to them. I also knew her brother Ares, but I did not meet him until I was seven.

My mother, Athena, was a rebellious type. Next to wisdom, she loved war—not an ugly war fought for riches and power, but a beautiful war, a war that was fought for the people to save them from domination and oppression. That was exactly the kind of fight that my mother was made for. She had a reputation for scrutinizing what the rulers did and monitoring them. She was a warrior queen, a female fighter. Yet she did not fight on behalf of the political rulers in the land where she came from; she fought only on behalf of the people. She started an uprising once that led to laws of justice being created.

That uprising happened when my mother was fairly young. I know the story well for she told it to me many times. The two rulers behind the corruption fell from power on account of that rebellion, and peace was restored. My mother made a name for herself.

The other rulers marveled at her, saying she sprang forward so quickly and won the battle so fast that she must be a warrior queen. Many stories were told of her speed and agility—so many, in fact, that legends grew up around her. People said that her fierceness paired with her desire to protect the people gave her a special power. My mother, Athena, they said, would never lose in battle.

When I was young, I began to learn about the homeland of my mother and her sisters, Anqet and Isis. Their homeland was very far away. In fact, Astarchora, the place that they came from, is in another galaxy.

Nearly fifteen thousand years had passed between their arrival here on Earth and my birth. But the original twenty-two people had not died. That is because my mother’s people are immortal. They live on and on forever in a body. The most unusual thing about them though is that they can die if someone or something kills them. If that should befall them, they leave their body and pass into the other realm where they live in another way.

Only the first few generations that were born here were immortal though. After that, the people who were born to them had long life spans, yet they died. When the fourth generation was born, their life spans were the same as the people of Earth. By the time that I was born, they were a vast population and controlled many things on Earth.

Although I knew where they came from, I guarded that secret close to my heart. We never spoke of Astarchora to the people of Earth. It was not considered safe. When I was young, Athena began to share certain things with me. She explained that they had left Astarchora on an expedition designed by the captain of their ship, Yahvah. She said that originally he had chosen a crew of seventeen people to accompany him as eighteen is a special number on Astarchora—it means life.

But the people raised a ruckus, saying that they wanted to be represented on the expedition, and they demanded to be allowed to choose four people to go on their behalf. Four is also a special number on Astarchora because it is the number of the elements and the cardinal directions with their four sacred winds.

Although the people met with resistance from Yahvah, he eventually gave in to public pressure, partly for fear of looking bad to them and partly because he knew that their plot was brilliant—brilliant in a way that even he could not deny—for twenty-two on Astarchora is a master number. The people’s demand to have their four chosen people added to the eighteen brought the expedition of the Nilianda from being a scientific voyage to a sacred journey, something even Yahvah could not reject. For though he was shifty and incredibly arrogant, he upheld the sacred ways.

The four whom the people chose to go on board the Nilianda with Yahvah and his crew were my mother, Athena; her sisters, Anqet and Isis; and their elder brother, Ares. Ares was revered on Astarchora as he was their greatest warrior. He was also highly skilled in the making and using of weapons. In short, Ares was a very dangerous man. But like my mother, he used his wrath in a sacred way. He was a protector of the people.

THE HIDDEN HAND OF FATE

I n the thousands of years that passed between the landing of the Nilianda and my birth, my mother’s people had proliferated and prospered so much that they peopled an entire continent. That vast kingdom was named Atlantis, but that was not the only place they occupied. They had also established civilization on other land bases around Earth.

Some would say that Egypt was their greatest achievement because of its magnificent monuments and the way that they are perfectly aligned. But I would say that Greece was. It surpassed Egypt in both wisdom and warfare. It was also far lovelier. In Greece, one had the feeling of being in a delightful nest on Earth where one could dance through open meadows or have picnics in secret sea caves while the waves crashed all about. Egypt, by its very nature, gave one the sense of being enclosed. Although grand in its scale, much of the land was harsh, and walling up in the temples and under the ground was the only way to protect oneself from the elements.

But the setting of the land was not the only reason that I say Greece was the star of their achievements. My mother chose that place, for she felt it to be a place where people could receive the sacred teachings that she was bringing, partly because the seasons were mild and the land was abundant so they would not have to struggle to survive. But there was more to it than that.

My mother, Athena, laid down on Earth and listened for a good long while. She chose Greece because Earth itself directed her to stay there. The exact place where she heard Earth speak is the place that is named after her. Athens became my mother’s focus early on. Yet in the beginning, she was influential in founding Egypt also, not only because her sisters, Isis and Anqet, were chosen to go there but also because she had a special place in her heart for the Nile. But most of the flowers in my mother’s heart grew in Greece. Perhaps it was Athena’s love of Greece that lent itself to the fate of that country. For even after Greece was washed away, later it was restored. But when the kingdom of Atlantis went down, it was lost beyond all recall for many ages of Earth.

I believe it was meant to be that way, for over time, Atlantis grew corrupt. The rulers became greedy and began overtaking other lands and forcing people into slavery. In many places, they were successful, but when they came to take Egypt away from those who loved it and tended it with care, Atlantis met its match. Alone, Egypt would not have been able to meet the brutal ruthlessness of Atlantis, yet they ended up winning the war. That is because my mother Athena and her brother Ares stepped in with the warriors of Athens at their heels. Athens, though no more than a small spec against the massive continent of Atlantis, defeated that empire.

How? The answer is simple. Athens had Athena, the warrior queen who could not be defeated, and also Ares, the greatest warrior who had ever lived on Astarchora. But let me not get ahead of myself, for in earlier times, for thousands of years, my mother and Ares did not call for war with Atlantis. Yet they were never entirely at ease with them either.

Although my mother’s people grew, the original twenty-two who had come here on the Nilianda held key positions. Nothing on Earth happened without the consent of that council. There was a poignant hall on Atlantis where they met to decide all things, great and small. For their moves were not only led by the time within which they were living, they also took utmost care to look at how their decisions would affect the future. In fact, on Astarchora, the future was not seen as an entirely unknown era disconnected from the present like it is on Earth. On the contrary, many things yet to come were perceived by certain people on Astarchora. You might even say they were able to build the future of their choice for the most part. Though even then, fate had the final say. For even fate may bend at times if the purpose is great.

On Astarchora, fate was seen as something that could not be avoided, for all things that are meant to come to someone will surely find their way. Yet it was also recognized that fate does not move without wisdom, and ultimately, the lot that comes to someone is brought about in part by that very soul.

There was an old saying on Astarchora that fate had three hands when it dealt to itself, but only the Torch Bearer knew what was in that hidden hand. For even fate would receive its lot at the end of the unknown days. And the fate of fate, as it were, was ultimately affected by the Torch Bearer.

On Astarchora, there was an unbroken line of women who carried that torch. To be the Torch Bearer was a high honor, yet it was a terrible weight. Carrying the torch was akin to having the weight of the world on one’s shoulders. At any given time on Astarchora, there was always a Torch Bearer, yet there was never more than one. Before she left her body and went to the other realm, she passed that torch along. It was said that no one had ever failed to do that. Those details haunted my mother, for she was the Torch Bearer of Astarchora.

From the time that I was a very small child, she began to speak to me of those things, and I was full of questions. But the question that was central to my mind was, how does the Torch Bearer find the woman who is next in line? My mother said that was a question that had no answer, yet the passing of the torch had never failed to happen. But I was not satisfied with that answer, so I would tug at her skirt until she stopped whatever she was doing. Then I would have her sit with me and look at the question in a different way.

In time, I learned that there was no answer because the woman who was next in line found the Torch Bearer rather than the other way around. Yet even the meeting and finding of one another was not a planned thing because the identity of the Torch Bearer was known only to herself. Everyone on Astarchora knew that there was a Torch Bearer, and they may have had ideas about who she was, yet no one knew for sure.

Had my mother not been part of that expedition that left Astarchora in the Nilianda, the line would have remained unbroken, and my mother would have passed the torch there. But when the Nilianda crashed onto Earth, the hidden hand of fate opened, and that ancient custom was forever changed.

I was only four or five years old when my mother had me swear an oath of secrecy concerning this information. I never heard her speak to her sisters, Isis or Anqet, about her identity as Torch Bearer, so I assumed that no one on Earth knew besides me. The secret, as I called it, was ours alone.

Having broken the line weighed heavy on my mother’s heart. I realized that fully when I was around seven years old. I remember the day well. We had spent the morning at the Parthenon. In the afternoon, she took me to the seashore. We put the white linen wrap on the sand and spent many hours there.

Athena was very beautiful. Her hair was chestnut streaked with burgundy and honey. Her eyes were gray like the sea on a stormy day. When she looked at you, her eyes grew vibrant, and they shined like polished silver. Meeting the eyes of my mother was something that you would never forget, for she carried a power there that was unlike any on Earth.

Athena prepared us a plate of food, and just as I was about to pop an olive into my mouth, she fixed her eyes upon me. But rather than having that silver shine, they were a smoky mauve. Perhaps the purple hue was a reflection, for she was wearing a purple tunic. Both the color and the seriousness of her eyes caught my attention right away. Lananeena, she said, "we must talk about the secret."

I put the olive in my mouth and smiled, for I was always happy to learn more about the secret world of the Torch Bearer. Of course, Mother.

You are old enough now. We must explore what it means for me to have broken the line of the Torch Bearers on Astarchora. What do you say?

For a moment, I was taken aback that she had placed such a serious question before me, but then something inside of me opened. It unfurled in a quiet way so that I hardly knew it was happening, but all at once, I knew what to say. I can see that there are tears upon your heart, Mother, yet this burden is not yours alone.

Then who shall hold this with me, Lananeena?

In that moment, I accessed a part of myself that understood the answer, and I felt very mature. I shall hold it with you, Athena. Do you wish for me to call you Athena now, rather than Mother?

"You may call me either one you want. Today you have come into your soul, and over time, you will learn how to stay in that part of yourself. But tell me, do you know why I told you that I am the Torch Bearer?"

For a moment, I felt small again, and I wanted to call her Mother, but I did not