|A Vision of Lemuria?by Carlosox Posted: 11:28 March 27, 2010
My interest in Lemuria goes back a long way. Even before the advent of the Internet, I gobbled up anything and everything I could lay my hands on this fabled continent. With the coming of the 'net', the information about this continent increased many fold. New information hitherto unavailable was now easily accessed; but this only resulted in producing a confusing and conflicting picture of Lemuria.
All these sources however, were in agreement that Lemuria was very old, and that it disappeared into the ocean in stages as a result of cataclysmic natural forces.
These sources were also in agreement that the Lemurians were highly spiritual by nature, built mega sized pyramids, and had frequent interaction with other planets in our galaxy. The various sources all postulated that Lemuria had existed in the middle of the present day Pacific Ocean. Thus it came as a surprise to me when new sources from the Indian subcontinent emerged that Lemuria was never in the Pacific Ocean, but in the Indian ocean. Further, it had a different name. It was called Kumari Kandam.
The concept of Kumari Kandam originated mainly from the Southern Indian State of Tamil Nadu (land of the Tamils). Kumari Kandam was supposed to be a huge continent, more or less triangular in shape and with a central mountain range from which flowed several rivers; all of which drained eastward into the Indian ocean. The apex of this triangular landform was at the tip of present day India, while the Western tip touched Madagascar and the Eastern tip touched the Western coast of Australia.
Kumari Kandam it seemed, was a wealthy land where agriculture and the arts flourished. It eventually disappeared into the depths of the Indian Ocean in stages as a result of cataclysmic natural forces. As Kumari Kandam descended bit by bit into the ocean, its inhabitants moved northward into India. Some of its inhabitants were supposed to have moved to other parts of the world, like Egypt, where they set up new civilizations.
As I delved into the evidence in support of the existence of Kumari Kandam, I was sorely disappointed to find that it all hinged on some vague mention of this land in some pieces of Tamil literature. There was for example, the hero in one of its literature pieces, who lived in Kumari Kandam, and who provided a brief description of one of its towns. Other than this, there seemed little solid evidence that Kumari Kandam ever existed. To make matters worse, the science of Plate Tectonics dismissed the idea that there once was a vast land mass just south of present day India. So was Kumari Kandam just the figment of imagination of the author of some ancient literary work? Due to the lack of other significant evidence, it certainly appeared so. I lost all interest in this fabled land, and moved on to other things. It therefore came as a great surprise to me when one day, I had a vivid vision of what could only have been the last days of Kumari Kandam.
I have had several visions in my life time, and I could tell that it was a vision and not a dream, as the colors were deep and rich in these visions, and there was a scintillating effect to the whole scene as long as the vision lasted. Before this vision of Kumari Kandam, I had had a vision of an ancient mosque somewhere in the Middle East, where scores of Muslim scholars were discussing religion within its walls, and there was a vibrant outdoor market just outside the mosque. The vision was so clear that I could easily distinguish the various commodities that were on sale in this market. Below then, is what I saw in my vision of Kumari Kandam.
I was in a personal flying craft that could seat two, and I together with a companion, was slowly descending to what appeared to be a temple below. As we got closer, it was evident that the temple was a Hanuman (the monkey god) temple. There was a statue of Hanuman on top of this temple, and all its walls were painted a uniform green. The craft landed outside the perimeter wall of the temple, and we proceeded to walk into the temple. Something however was not right. The sky appeared unusually reddened, and occasional booming sounds were heard. We became terribly alarmed when we witnessed rocks the size of houses whizzing overhead. It was clear that a volcanic explosion was imminent somewhere not far from the temple. Inside the temple, it was mayhem. Junior priests dressed only in white dhotis, were scurrying around gathering temple paraphernalia like oil lamps and small brass statues and making a hasty retreat for the exits of the temple. We realized that evacuation procedures were in place, but since we must have come a long way to view this temple, I suggested to my companion that we view at least the inner sanctum of this place of worship before we leave. As we walked towards this, we met the chief priest of the temple who was hurrying off with some temple items in his hand. He was in a green dhoti, with a white shawl round his neck that flowed over his shoulders. He was lean, and must have been in his fifties, as most of his scant chest hair had grayed.
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