All Is One: Remembering the Soul Systems of Atlantis
A soul-centred society with no money, no schools, and no hierarchy - and why the memory is returning now.
This is the third entry in my series, Atlantis Rising - a sacred remembering of an ancient way of life.
I don’t claim to be an expert. Or a historian.
I’m simply sharing what I remember.
These memories didn’t come from books.
They came from within.
If something in you stirs as you read, trust it.
That’s the whole point.
We’re not here to argue Atlantis.
We’re here to remember it.
Atlantis wasn’t a utopia because it had flying ships or crystal tech.
It was a soul-centred society, built on one core truth: All is One.
Not as a nice idea. Not as a bumper sticker.
As a lived, breathed, vibrational law that shaped everything - from how food was grown to how decisions were made.
You didn’t need to believe it.
You could feel it.
You were it.
Every system in Atlantis flowed from that one knowing.
Separation? Illusion.
Scarcity? Didn’t exist.
Harmony? Not the goal. It was the starting point.
Government: Harmonic Stewardship, Not Control
There were no politicians in Atlantis.
No campaigns, no power games, no one shouting over each other in suits.
Instead, the city was guided by Councils of Resonance - elders and energy-holders chosen not for popularity, but for the steadiness of their frequency.
They didn’t rule the people.
They attuned the field.
The High Council of the Central Temple held the big picture - planetary balance, grid harmonics, cosmic alignment.
Other councils looked after the elements:
Earth, Flow, Sound, Design, Memory…
Governance wasn’t forced.
It was felt.
There were no laws to obey. No policies to enforce.
Just the question: Does this serve the harmony of the whole?
Decisions weren’t made by debate.
They were made by resonance.
Work and Daily Life: Your Purpose Was Your Contribution
There were no jobs in Atlantis.
No clocking in. No hustling for rent. No inbox full of “just circling back” emails.
Instead, every being had a role - a resonance - that naturally flowed from their soul’s blueprint. Your purpose wasn’t something you chased. It was something you were.
A child who felt everything in the water?
They became a Flow Keeper.
A being who heard music in the silence?
Trained as a Frequency Weaver.
No one worked to survive.
They contributed to keep the city’s symphony in tune.
It wasn’t labour. It was alignment.
Your presence was the offering.
Money: The Currency Was Frequency
Atlantis didn’t have money.
Not a coin. Not a credit. Not even a bartering system.
Needs were met through resonance.
If something belonged in your life, it arrived. No chasing, no hoarding, no receipts.
Nothing was owned.
Things were borrowed, shared, stewarded - and passed on when they were ready to move.
You didn’t trade. You tuned.
You gave because it felt good.
You received because the moment said, “Here. This is yours now.”
No banks. No markets. No spreadsheets.
The field was the economy.
Housing: Living Temples, Not Property
No one “owned” a home in Atlantis.
You lived where your energy fit.
Dwellings weren’t bought - they were matched.
Crystalline structures responded to your frequency, like living architecture that knew you.
Homes were built in harmony with the Earth’s grid, humming quietly with the same rhythm as your soul.
Neighbourhoods weren’t fixed. They shifted as people grew.
Clusters formed, dissolved, reformed - just like constellations.
Your home wasn’t a status symbol.
It was a sanctuary. A temple.
A place where your being could fully rest, recharge, and radiate.
Education: Soul Mapping, Not Syllabus
There were no classrooms in Atlantis.
No grades. No rote learning. No report cards saying “could do better.”
Instead, children gathered in Learning Circles or Memory Halls, where they were gently, lovingly reminded of who they already were.
Education wasn’t about cramming in information.
It was about unlocking the soul’s original code.
Each child’s celestial blueprint - their Lightprint - guided the way.
Mentors didn’t teach. They witnessed. They reflected.
They helped you remember.
Lessons came through sound, geometry, movement, flow…
Not from textbooks, but from resonance.
Your gifts weren’t installed. They were revealed.
And once you remembered… you began.
Food and Farming: Communion, Not Consumerism
There were no supermarkets in Atlantis.
No barcodes. No packaging. No two-for-one specials.
Food wasn’t a product. It was a relationship.
Grown in spiral gardens, water-light domes, and harmonic orchards - each crop tended with intention, reverence, and song.
Agriculture was sacred.
Not about controlling the Earth, but listening to her.
Harvests followed rhythm, not deadlines.
And meals? They were rituals.
Some shared in silence.
Some accompanied by song.
But always, always with presence.
You didn’t “shop” for dinner.
You communed with it.
Recreation: Ecstatic Culture, Not Escapism
Atlanteans didn’t go clubbing.
They didn’t binge-watch dramas or scroll to feel something.
But oh, they gathered.
Under crystal domes and starlit halls, they moved together - bare feet on stone, hands in the air, hearts wide open. Ecstatic dance wasn’t indulgence. It was recalibration.
Music was medicine.
Movement was how the body prayed.
Joy was how the soul reset its tone.
Story, sound, theatre, and light weren’t distractions.
They were the cultural heartbeat - woven into daily life like breath.
Celebration wasn’t time off.
It was sacred service.
Astrology: The Soul's Map and Calling
This is where it all began: the Celestial Code.
In Atlantis, astrology wasn’t just about prediction.
It was how you remembered who you were.
Every being entered through a precise energetic alignment -
a birthprint that revealed your essence, your offering, your place in the song.
You didn’t choose a career.
You remembered your calling.
Children were gently guided by elders who read their Lightprint -
what we now call a birth chart, though most of its wisdom has been watered down or forgotten.
A Pisces Moon? Emotional transmuter.
A Leo Sun? Light carrier.
A Virgo North Node? Grid keeper.
This wasn’t fantasy. This was function.
Modern astrology is a faint echo of what the Atlanteans once knew - just scraps of a much deeper language that mapped the divine code written into the cosmos… and into you.
So no - Atlanteans didn’t have money.
They didn’t go to school.
They didn’t buy food.
They listened.
They aligned.
They remembered.
Atlantis worked because it wasn’t built on control, greed, or gain.
It was built on oneness.
On resonance.
On truth.
And this memory - this blueprint - is rising again.
Because the time is coming to build it back.
Thank you for reading this entry in the Atlantis Rising series. There is more to come. If this stirred something inside you - if something in your bones whispered “yes” - I’d love to hear from you in the comments below. This journey is not mine alone. It belongs to all of us.
I'm catching up on all your work. This particular post feels like a distant story from my dream time. I remember talking about things like this, and being told that I was a dreamer, an innocent, a Pollyanna- sure to be hurt. I learned how to keep these thoughts to myself and told myself they were just creative imagining from an active imagination. Despite what is going on around us that is dark, this remembrance is so uplifting and powerful and illuminating and exciting. Thank you
Incredible and amazing!!! Thank you