24/02/2026
The Last Light of Atlantis
Before the maps were broken,
Before the oceans rose,
There stood a ring of crystal towers
Where sapphire current flows.
Atlantis — crowned in sunlight,
With temples carved from sound,
Where sacred geometry
In every stone was found.
The streets were paved with opal fire,
With living quartz that sang,
And silver bells of consciousness
Through turquoise courtyards rang.
Their gardens bloomed with starlight,
Their seas were liquid glass,
And children spoke with dolphins
As the constellations passed.
They did not pray to distant gods
Hidden in the sky —
They felt the breath of Source within
Each heartbeat’s rising tide.
For they had mastered memory,
And bent the rays of light;
They drew down cosmic frequencies
And wove them into sight.
Their ships were formed of resonance,
Their engines spun from tone,
They knew the stars as family —
The Universe their home.
But power, like a brilliant sun,
Can blind as well as bless;
And pride crept through their golden halls
In robes of righteousness.
They split the atom of the soul,
They pierced the veil of time,
They sought to rule the elements
Through intellect sublime.
The crystal grids grew unstable,
The sacred balance swayed,
For wisdom without humility
Invites the shadow’s blade.
The High Seers climbed the Spiral Tower
On Atlantis’ final eve,
And read the trembling energy
The Earth began to heave.
They saw the waters rising
From trenches deep and wide,
They saw the axis shudder
As oceans turned their tide.
And in that sacred chamber
Of amethyst and flame,
They did not weep in terror
Nor drown in guilt or blame.
They gathered in a circle,
Hand in luminous hand,
And felt the pulse of Gaia
Quake beneath the land.
“The cycle is completing,”
The eldest priestess said,
“The age of mind unrooted
Must now be laid to bed.
We soared beyond compassion,
We reached but did not bow;
The lesson we abandoned
Returns to teach us now.”
But Atlantis was not ending —
It was becoming seed;
A sacrifice of memory
For future souls in need.
They entered into crystal vaults
Beneath the temple floor,
Where living codes of consciousness
Were stored forevermore.
Not written ink on parchment,
Nor carved in stone alone —
But etched within the human field,
In marrow and in bone.
They sang into the waters
A frequency of light,
A message cast through centuries
Beyond the drowning night.
The oceans roared like dragons,
The sky split white with flame,
And towers cracked like thunder
Calling Earth by name.
Yet as the walls were falling
And continents were torn,
A thousand beams of golden fire
Shot upward with the morn.
Their bodies were surrendered
To wave and wind and foam —
But their consciousness expanded
Beyond the sinking dome.
They did not die in chaos;
They rose in living breath,
For those who master inner light
Are never bound by death.
The island slipped beneath the sea,
The crystal cities gone —
But in the field of humankind
Atlantis lingered on.
In Egypt’s sacred measure,
In Andes’ hidden halls,
In whispered myths of sunken lands
And echoing temple walls.
In children born with ancient eyes
Who dream of towers bright,
In healers’ hands that warm the air
With unseen bands of light.
In every soul that questions
A world of fear and greed,
In every heart that aches to serve
A higher human creed.
For here we stand — millennia
From that fateful tide,
Feeling strange remembrance
We cannot quite divide.
Why do crystals call to us?
Why does the ocean sing?
Why do we sense forgotten truths
In everything?
Why does power without love
Feel like a wound reopened wide?
Why does unity awaken tears
We cannot seem to hide?
Because we were the senders
Of that ancient beam —
We are the future Atlanteans
Awakening from the dream.
The message was not warning
Of doom or judgment flame —
It was remembrance coded
Within our human frame:
“Technology without the heart
Will fracture what you build.
Knowledge without reverence
Leaves consciousness unfilled.
Honour Earth as living soul,
Not resource to control.
Balance mind with sacred love
To make the fractured whole.
When pride begins to crown you
And conquest feels divine,
Return to breath and humility —
The true and only sign.
You are not gods above the stars,
Nor beasts condemned to fall;
You are the bridge of heaven’s light
Within the human all.”
Atlantis was not failure.
It was a cosmic test —
A chapter in becoming
That carved within our chest.
The sea did not erase them;
It held them in its keep —
For oceans guard what humankind
Is not yet fit to reap.
And now the grids are humming,
The crystals stir again,
But this time in our nervous system,
In women, children, men.
We stand where they once trembled —
At brilliance edged with fire;
Will we repeat the spiral
Or rise through heart’s desire?
The last days of Atlantis
Are not a tale long past —
They are a living question
Into our present cast.
Will we wed our science
To compassion’s sacred art?
Will we anchor cosmic wisdom
In a humble human heart?
For somewhere beneath the waters
Where coral cathedrals gleam,
The memory waits in silence
For us to choose the dream.
And when we choose with courage,
With unity, not fear,
The final light of Atlantis
Will fully reappear.
Not as towers from the ocean,
Nor cities forged of stone —
But as awakened humanity
Claiming what it’s known.
Spiritual Reflection: The Message Beneath the Waves
Atlantis represents a civilization that mastered external power before mastering internal harmony.
Its “fall” symbolizes what happens when consciousness evolves unevenly — when intellect outpaces wisdom, and technology outpaces compassion. But it is not a story of punishment. It is a story of preparation.
The poem suggests that Atlantis encoded its lessons not in artifacts, but in consciousness itself — within us.
The strange pull toward:
Sacred geometry
Crystals and frequency
Advanced yet ethical technology
Unity consciousness
Living in harmony with Earth
— may be echoes of that ancient imprint.
Atlantis is not merely beneath the sea.
It is beneath our amnesia.
We are the continuation of that experiment — but with the opportunity to integrate what was once divided.
The true “rising of Atlantis” will not be geological.
It will be ethical.
It will be spiritual.
It will be collective.
It will be humanity remembering that power without love sinks…
But power guided by love transforms worlds.
And perhaps the most awe-inspiring possibility of all is this:
We are not waiting for Atlantis to rise.
Atlantis is waiting for us to rise.
Johnny Wagenaar💕🙏🏻🌸
