I’ve had several past life regressions, but the first one… stayed with me for weeks.
When the therapist asked what I was wearing — if I had shoes — I looked down and saw that I had no feet.
Instead, I had dolphin-like flippers. 🫣

It shocked me. Not once had I imagined myself as anything other than human.
But there I was — part of a world that felt like Earth, yet far older. The air shimmered with light, and the water held memory. When the therapist asked where I was, the word came before thought:

> “Atlantis.”

Long, long ago. Before we were human.

After that session, the feeling lingered in my body — strange, electric, ancient. I started reading Plato’s accounts, tracing myths of lost continents and luminous beings who breathed both air and water. Later I found a book by Doreen Virtue, and to my surprise, she described others who had seen the same — beings half-human, half-sea-born, from Atlantis before the Fall.

Then I came across something even more curious — the link between Halloween and Atlantis.

They say All Hallows’ Eve — what we now call Halloween — marks the night before Atlantis was destroyed.

November 1: the day of destruction.

November 2: the day after, when the survivors mourned.


In later times these became All Hallows’ Eve, All Saints’ Day, and All Souls’ Day — echoes of that collective memory written into our sacred calendar.

According to this view, Halloween is not merely about ghosts and candy, but about remembrance:
the final night before the waves came.

The disguises and masks?
They recall the Atlanteans’ fear of the unleashed energies — the “negative forces” that overran their world. “Trick or treat,” they say; but beneath the rhyme lies the oldest choice of all:
align with the light, or repeat the fall.

Some channeled sources describe Atlantis not as one vast continent, but a chain of large islands — the region we now call the Bahamas and the Bermuda Rise.
One island was named Poseidia. Others scattered like pearls across the Atlantic.

Atlantis flourished for tens of thousands of years, from around 30,000 BCE to 12,000 BCE, rising and falling through cycles of brilliance and imbalance.
They mastered crystal and sound technologies, some said taught by the Anunnaki. And when that knowledge was misused — when ego outweighed spirit — the Earth corrected itself. The sea reclaimed the light.

Perhaps that’s why Halloween still hums with both beauty and eeriness —
why the veil feels thinner.

Maybe what we are really remembering each year isn’t just the dead…
but a world that once was —
and the choice that remains before us still.

> We can replay the fall — or rewrite it with consciousness, compassion, and light.

Trick or treat.
Choose wisely.

🐬🍬🎃

⚖️🦉♾️🏹🌌

💫-Maggie

The Afterlove Voice 💫