Before the world called it a trend, it was a teaching. Pre‑AI, I walked with elders, received what was given, and carried it quietly until the Now Moment asked for my voice. I’ve found the original videos — chant, art, and Kumu’s teachings — and I’m sharing them here as witness. This is not aesthetic. This is lineage. This is real. I am being called to tell this story in the Now Moment, in order for clarification of how I am able to share these stories with such authority

There are moments when the veil between worlds thins—when sea and sky, myth and memory, feel like they’re breathing together. Cyan’s arrival on the shoreline is one of those moments.

Her Rainbow Prophecy Message: "When the MurMaid rides the waves into sky, When ocean children learn to fly, The Ancient Ones shall rise again, And Earth remembers: We are kin." We Are All Related!

Mitakuye, wounded and weary from his battle with the Three Troubles, sank through layers of blue memory until he reached the place where time itself holds its breath. His magnificent form, still crackling with the remnants of righteous fire, settled among the coral gardens where the LeMurMaids have kept their vigil since before the first prophecy was spoken.