The Night Lemurians Came for Me
A True Story of Awakening, Alignment, and Purpose
Every year, November 11 feels like a checkpoint for me. It’s not an anniversary of anything, but the number 11 has significant meaning: spiritual awakening, alignment with the Universe, and Diving guidance.
So, it feels right to share this story today, on 11/11. It’s about the night the Lemurians made their purpose clear to me. It is a moment their realm connected with mine in a way that has never faded.
It started in a dream, though calling it a dream doesn’t quite fit. Everything was in vivid color. I could feel and hear every detail. It was as real to me as if I was awake.
I was window shopping and people watching in a mall. The air was cool, with that manufactured half-clean, half-chemical freshness only malls seem to have.
Music from a nearby store echoed through the building. Fluorescent light bounced off glass and chrome. It was as ordinary as a day could be.
Until it wasn’t.
In the reflection of a store window, a tall figure appeared behind me. He was muscular, barefoot, and dressed in a glowing white robe. His wavy white, shoulder length hair framed a calm but intent expression.
A spark of fear shot through me. My body tensed. My eyes darted toward the nearest exit. As one who was bullied as a kid, I was prepared to evade and run.
Then I turned and another stood there. His features were leaner and shorter, but equally strong as his companion. Both felt familiar in a way that didn’t make sense, like déjà vu.
Before I could react, they moved closer, one on each side. They grasped my elbows and lifted me.
The floor dropped away. The sound of wind filled my ears as we flew down the corridor.
Shoppers kept to their business of shopping, unaware. It was as if we existed in an invisible reality parallel to theirs.
The faster we flew, the quieter it got. The music, the chatter, the clatter of heels all faded.
Then, ahead of us, I saw it. A concrete pillar blocking our path.
My instinct screamed to stop. I braced for the crash. We didn’t slow down.
I winced and turned my head. The moment we passed through, everything dissolved into light, and I woke up.
That dream opened a door that has never closed. The Lemurians showed themselves before, but this was different. This was the night they let me know I wasn’t just witnessing their presence, they were inviting me to take part in their work.
Since that night, I continue to receive messages through words and images. Over time, I came to know these interdimensional beings as the Lumer Council of the Lemurian Collective.
For decades, I kept their words to myself, recorded on pages of journals. But recently, with their guidance, they encouraged me to share their messages publicly. That’s how Lumer Council: Practical Practices for Abundant Living began.
If you’ve read The Night a Ghost Changed My Life, you already know this isn’t my first encounter with something beyond the physical world. That particular night took away my fear of death. This dream in the mall took away my doubt.
The messages we share aren’t about leaving the world behind. They’re about remembering connection within it.
Through simple, practical strategies for abundant living, our purpose is to help you find clarity, grounding, and encouragement in the middle of ordinary, complicated days.
The Lemurians still communicate. I still listen. And if their messages resonate with you, or with someone you know, I invite you to share this newsletter.
The light grows stronger as more of us remember.
In Light and Love,
Merdhin
