I have been remembering for a long time, a very long time. Remembering to me may look different than what you think. Many people remember through dreams, visions or beautiful cacao ceremonies. My remembrance has been through the path of my body – my skin, my digestive system, my emotional body, my grief. This has been a long and tedious process of embracing the multi-dimensional pathways of communication our Soul chooses to speak through us with. My remembrance comes through nausea, detachment of the material world and uncomfortable, at times unbearable, grief – a long standing tradition of the oracles in our herstory.
SOFIA RISING
The rise of SOFIA is the story of Mu
To me, it is uncomfortable to remember. It’s not pleasant. I don’t really enjoy it although I have come to terms with it. I know it is necessary for the body to withdraw from the material if it wants to show me something beyond the veil. My stomach closes off. My heart becomes extremely deep. I get a visceral sensation that rises to my throat. My whole body feels like it’s falling through dimensions, only to have what feels like a completely different part of my consciousness come online. This part of my consciousness, I’ve learned after many years of surrender, is a part that can only slowly be shared and anchored in this world. If it happens too fast, it could blow the circuitry in my body (like it has once before) and more importantly, the veils of this realm which hold together tightly to protect the consciousness of many with an old system of safety, naiveness and hope.
So we walk slowly. We remember in doses. We integrate when we’re ready. We share if we’re asked to.
Perhaps you too Remember?
A time where different universal laws were abided by. Where humanity played by different roles. Where we had open Eyes, the real eyes, eyes of God, to see the truth of color, sound, frequency, light. Where there were no layers covering the heart and womb of humanity, but instead a glow of shining light that carried our unique imprint. And instead of condemning the different imprints, we explored them. We honored them. We gave them a place to be, fit and grow into our communities.
Today, different is bad. Even with a spiritual movement on the rise. If you don’t look spiritual or say spiritual things, you’re still different. We haven’t come far from where we were as a humanity several thousand years ago. The laws are the same. The collective is the same. The difference is inside the ones who can feel a need for a revival and are living it quietly in their homes, doing their spiritual work by choice, quietly committing to the internal change that must happen for anything real to change in this world.
The world of matter needs a body to move change through. It cannot happen by focusing on the outside but only by focusing on the inside. It takes just a few seconds to realize the amount of focus, money and effort that has been made to distract people from looking within. Truly taking time and space to look within is close to being a luxury in our modern day world.
But what we desperately require is a revival of our ancient memory. A revival of our ancient past as a compass to the new. A remembering that is illogical to the mind but feels like the only real homecoming to the spirit. This is how SOFIA is awakening once again.
Although it can feel like a long time coming, it’s already started in so many hearts. The birthing of this new kind of light – the light we once recognized and celebrated in each other. This light is returning. And the women of our world, the ones who are choosing to wake up and remember their role, their connection to Source, their reflection of the Great Mother within them, these women are who I call forth, to walk the Great Path of Remembrance, so that your cells, your heart, your womb may begin to hold this new kind of light, required to build the New Earth so many speak of.
A light that has been made of carbon for thousands (maybe even millions) of years, can can now begin to transform to carbon-crystalline. This is the refined and alchemized Light of the Mother, ready to inhabit the Hearts and Wombs of the New Earth Priestesses.
Not spiritual light like is professed in spiritual circles.
Light that has been initiated, refined, tested through time. This light is different. It carries a different texture, a different substance. The wave of sound it carries is unique. It does not falter in the pressure of initiation, it strengthens. This light is what is taking shape, deep, deep down in the psyches of women (and men who carry the heart frequency). Birthing in the soul of those who have finished playing the game of spiritual horseplay and are now called to anchor the light of the diamond womb. The crystalline light that has been spoken and shared about since the dawn of the New Age. Her time has come, and it will be birthed through those souls you least expect it to.
They won’t be flashing their spiritual jargon and flowy dresses as a way to prove their connection to source. Their silence will speak a thousand words and their eyes will permeate the veils of your heart. With just one stare, they will break down the emotions piled up in the heart of others, like a ton of bricks trying to protect the divinity of their true soul expression from being wildly unleashed into the world.
This is the landing and rising of the Lemurian Rose Priestess. This is the anchoring of Mu. This is the calling forth of SOFIA and her Crystalline Womb Wisdom.
Spring Equinox – SOFIA rising
This Spring Equinox, we begin the landing.
Our priestess lineages have been waiting. Our lemurian ancestry has been holding back the unlocking of memories, deeply stored in your DNA and ancient MEMory. The rise of SOFIA is the story of Mu.
The rise and fall of a great civilization that held the codes of galactic freedom and universal expression, while maintaining coherence with the Mother, she is returning.
As we traverse a new epoch of human history, we first reclaim the ancient history of our humanity. A history that has been cleverly withheld under the tip of our noses and perfectly erased with almost no trace in sight, until now. The memories have been streaming in for years. I have been waiting to not only make sense of them but to articulate them in a way that pulls them out of the fantastical realms and into the mundaneness of human life.
This is a real story, with real people, and real circumstances that lay the foundation for the world we live in today and the world will birth for tomorrow. A world that lives disconnected from their spiritual inheritance yet desperately seeks for it in the shadows of their dreams is now ready to wake up to the magical, complex and mystical truth of our past.
We cannot birth a new world without first knowing our ancient past. We cannot move forward without recounting the steps that brought us here today. Lineages of Mu is an epic revival of our ancient past, filled with myth and storylines only your cells can relate to. It’s not a story for the mind to respond to but for your body to tell you, just like it does for me, what is true behind the veil of hope and naiveness of our modern day culture.
If we desire to build a new world on the initiated light of crystalline womb consciousness, we must first drop down to the root of our existence. This is what we will do inside Lineages of Mu. Discover the root of our ancient star and oceanic ancestors before we even think of reuniting with them once again. Reclaim the maps of initiation they left for us so that we may traverse this human life with tools and armor instead of aimless hopes and struggles.
It was never meant to be this hard to remember. But when we trace the dots inside the Lineages of Mu something changes within the soil of our bodies. We make peace with the gap that exists between the Celestial and Earthly realms and decide to inhabit that gap instead of deny it.
We will call upon a magical ancestry that lives right inside us, the very place they told us not to look yet holds every map of the ancient and lost books we most need at this time.
Coming this Spring Equinox, 2026.
TUNE IN : Lineages of Mu – Sofia Rising
Celeste Gluz,
Philophonetica, Oracle of Sofia Mu, Devotee of the Rose
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