Mitakuye & the LeMurmaids
- Aiyana Saint Gimbel

- Nov 16, 2024
- 2 min read
Updated: Jun 26
A Visual Story of Imagination...
& The Memory
In depths where starlight meets the sea,
Lemuria breathes Ancient Mystery...
Where once the Sacred Waters held
A realm of beings, wise did dwell
Beneath the emerald crystal wave
Mystical creatures, souls, and sages
Dancing through liquid light and ages...
And there swam Mitakuye the Great,
Dragon-Chief of Ancient Fate,
With MurMaids of the Lemurian Deep,
Where sacred Waters/ Secrets Keep...
His peacock feathers caught the light
That filtered through the ocean's night,
A sign divine for those who'd seek
The wisdom that the waters speak.

LeMuria means, "The Memory"

Where Did Xandrah's Husband Go?. The battle consumed their entire home.

He looked forever for his beloved wife Xandrah. He knew they were the last of their kind. They kept their Fire Sacred. He could not protect his family from the Chaos and Evil. He remembered little by the time he chose the deep abyss of constant Beautiful Sorrow. He heard the whispers of the LeMurmaids ... "Remember Who You Are!" and that ... was only a dream.

Then came the Great Awakening...When sea-born spirits learned to fly, Rising from depths to touch the sky...




Mitakuye appreciated the beauty of the others, but he was All One with himself. He was thankful. There are no Fires in the Deep Sea, and a dragon can freely breathe!


Air became their second home, Yet in their hearts, the waters roam...The Memory lives in every breath, Of life beneath, transcending death.




Mitakuye knew, he had to go home. He had the moment of remembering. He heard the sound of the swimming beings. The joyful ones that sang their songs.

And Mitakuye... the Dragon-Soul...Once swam where sacred currents roll,With MurMaids of the Ancient Deep,Where Lemurian secrets ever sleep...


His peacock feather, sign divine, Bridges the depths with realms that shine—For those who lived beneath the sea Now guard the Earth's great mystery.

Mitakuye Loved the Blue Blue Waters, that were Drinking in the Sky.














The Memory whispers still today...In every wave, in every ray...Of light that dances, sea to sky, where ancient spirits never die.


"Mitakuye Oyasin!" echoes
Through coral caves and sacred hill—
"We Are All Related," calls the sea.










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