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.
****************** Chapter 4******************
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.
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