2nd Page of Lemuria Memoirs

[Brenda Tenerelli]

#6-I am back in Lemuria. In the morning-the men go out on the bluffs to see if any flying teeth are around. They bring with

them some oblong hard casings, (I don't know what they are)( I was told after the visit that they were shields which were

put away a long time ago when all people decided there would be no more fighting). They use these now to protect from the

"flying teeth".

My mother is carrying me to the water for our morning cleaning. She pretends to act normal, but I feel her feelings-she is

on alert! Others come, also, mostly women and children. Mother puts on my fresh clothes-she doesn't let me help, as she

usually does. I see others carrying supplies from their homes to the caves-some are picking fruit in the area where we have

planted the trees. They carry large baskets to the caves. The grown-ups spoke last night-they decided the ones with no

little ones would get fruit/fish and turtles. I wish they wouldn't take the turtles, as I heard them cry . The others seem

oblivious to this-but my mother tells me without words that it is their purpose.

We go back to the caves-grandmother is calling for "Moya" and my mother goes to her. My grandmother's legs don't work well,

so we do a lot for her. She says nasty things in her mind-I liked it better when she lived in her own little house. (Did we

have our own huts before the flying teeth came?)

My father returns and says he and a few others are going to the "big mountain" to scout out the area. My mother becomes

afraid and they speak without words until she calms down. I am still very small-I can walk-but my talking is not good, yet.

Not everyone here can speak to each other without words, as we can. Later, my mother washes clothes in a large tub on the

patio, while I play on a blanket . She scurries out to the low bushes to lay the clothes to dry-she pretends to yawn first,

so she can look at the sky-but I know what she is worried about. I can sense they aren't nearby.

Later, I sleep and have a wonderful dream about flying over our big island. I see my father and the three others-there are

no "Flying teeth" to be seen. I sense they come from another place, far away, and aren't interested in our vegetation, but

they have changed our way of life for quite a while. When I wake up-my mother is cooking a fish stew for dinner-she feels

my father close by, and is happy.

I listen to what she's thinking, and am sad, as we will stay here in the caves for a long time. Our freedom has been

challenged. I am not afraid.

We hear him coming and sit together and love. He smells like dust, but we don't seem to mind.

I wanted to send both cave visits together. When I visited there I wondered what the purpose was for me to go there then.

Months(I don't remember how long) or maybe years later there was an article in the newspaper of scientists unearthing a new

species of a bird/dinosaur creature with a huge mouth and lots of teeth. They put the bones together and there was a

picture of the "flying teeth"! I still have that picture, somewhere in my file folders full of articles, e.t.c I saved for

years. I don't save anymore. It was very validating for me.

last lemurian visit-
I'm walking towards the dark forest where huans did not go, unless it was necessary. At the very edge a huge, black panther

waited for me. He was to be my protector. I knew one of my angelic protectors was within him, as I could see this in his

eyes, and hear his words. I rubbed his ears and back, thanking him for coming to aid me in my work.
We approached a long, thin piece of garden. It was as wide as I was tall(maybe 5 ft?) and very long-(40 ft?) Half of it was

in the sun-jutting out of the edge of the forest. The plants there were noticeably taller. I took the top part of my skirt

(or maybe an apron?) and grabbed the corners, and began harvesting leaves, berries and roots. I had a piece of bone, or

stone, which was very sharp, for the roots. I threw everything into my "bag". I hd no worry about not being able to tell

one plant from the other-and there were no markers on the plants telling what they were. I heard noises deeper in the

forest, but wasn't afraid, as I had my protector there. He stood silently peering into the blackness, with his ears up.

There didn't seem to be any weeds, although I did pinch off many dead , spent leaves from the plants and threw them into a

pit nearby.(Maybe my compost?) I didn't spend too much time there, as I knew exactly what I needed. The panther walked me

back to the entrance through which we came and watched me descend the gradual incline to my small slanted roofed hut. It

was set away from the other "homes"- a small funny looking structure with a lot of foliage growing on the roof to keep out

the rain. There were long reeds hanging for the door-to let air inside-where it was very dark and very dry.. There were no

windows.
I lit two things-not candles-I guess maybe their equivalent of oil lamps. I struck one rock with another to do this.

(flint?) There were hundreds of dried plants hanging all around-there were bars of soap in one basket-clean cloths in

another. There were also pots, or small bowls of different colored liquids on a crude table, each covered with a thick leaf

for protection. I quickly tied the just picked leaves into bundles and hung them up to dry.
There were 7 people waiting outside for me-one being a baby. The first man had a terrible gash in his arm-it was red and

hot. It wasn't healing despite the man having had it wrapped and cleansed. (he was not from our village) I gently opened it

up as much as possible, and sprinkled a green powder into it, then poured water over it, then sprinkled again. I took some

sap taken from a tree and fashioned some long flat strips and put them across the gash. I told him they would dry and stick

to his skin, and that he must let them fall off by themselves. I then wrapped the whole thing in a clean material. I also

gave him something to drink from one of the pots inside. I told him to drink some each day for seven sleeps, then return.
The next man had a horribly infected tooth. I cut open the gum, allowing it to run-I had the man rinse many times with a

solution. Then again the same green powder was sprinkled in, and some given to him to take with him. He was also given

something to drink.
They do not pay me with food or necessities, as these are abundant. They give me pretty objects from nature-a shell-a

rock-a gem-a piece of jewelry fashioned from something. The first man has made me a ring of flowers for my long dark hair.

He gives it with love and pride-it is a part of himself, of his creativity. The second man has nothing, as the pain

prevented his ability, he says. It is not important-I know sometime in the future he will help me in some manner, or one of

my family-it is our way. We are all one.
These two procedures really grossed me out-but not the me in Lemuria. I had to quit-as I couldn't face the others right

now. Of course, they had allowed the worst to go first-this is their way, also. Of course, the other five people were

attended to-the me of today just wasn't there to witness it.
This was my last visit to Lemuria-dated Dec. 15th, 1999. It also was the last message that I typed and put into the three

"books" of messages that I received fast and furious for 2+ years. My guides have asked if I want to go back, and I said

yes-but nothing has happened as yet. Maybe I had received what I needed back then-maybe I need more now. Time will tell.

from a dear Friend.

Love, Light, & Blessings, Brenda

[Kerrie/Zoolithe ~site creator ♥]

Thank you Brenda what a story!

PART 1

Lemurian Memoirs From a Friend(1st set)