“The Return of Atlantis: Black Magicians”

The Return of Atlantis: Black Magicians, Global Power, and the Shadow of Service

By Delahrose Roobie Myer

We are not watching history repeat.

We are watching Karma climax.

What’s unfolding now—on stages of finance, media, medicine, war, and artificial intelligence—is not new. It is a reenactment. A soul echo from a long-fallen world we dare not name too often: Atlantis.

However, the truth is that we must name it now. Because Atlantis didn’t fall due to an asteroid, it fell because its priesthood did.

The Black Magicians of Atlantis

In the final epochs of Atlantean civilisation, a schism split the sacred sciences.

One branch continued to serve the All—the organic light, the coherent pulse of Source, the remembrance of harmonic life.

The other turned inward, downward, and parasitic. This priesthood became obsessed with immortality, power, control over life force, genetic manipulation, dimensional gates, and soul harvesting.

They did not call it evil. They called it advancement.

But what they built—under the guise of evolution—was a soul trap.

Technologies that siphoned spirit. Programs that hijacked the truth. Infrastructures that rewarded distortion.

They sold their tools as progress. And the people believed them.

Until the Earth cracked open.

Atlantis taught us that civilisations don’t collapse from the outside.

They implode when the inner frequency has been compromised by pride, fear, and the worship of control.

And we are there again.

The Mirror of Now

Today’s global infrastructure is an echo of Atlantis.

A reincarnation of the same architecture, this time built with:

• Digital currencies and biometric IDs instead of frequency codes and blood seals

• Secret contracts and shadow governments instead of temple pacts and etheric grids

• AI, surveillance, and predictive programming in place of crystal tech and mental overlays

Our so-called leaders—the one per cent, the Davos class, the World Economic Forum technocrats, and military-aligned billionaires—are not innovating. They are remembering.

This is not new power. This is recycled sorcery.

We call them CEOs. Diplomats. Philanthropists.

But many are the same soul lineages who once sat in Atlantis's dark chambers, scripting the collective's fate through distorted service to self.

And just like then, the people have been seduced.

The Lie of “Progress”

We have been told that to serve ourselves is wise.

To build wealth at all costs is admirable.

To extract, climb, brand, market, perform, and perfect—these are the metrics of success.

But who benefits?

Who profits?

Who suffers quietly beneath the algorithm?

Because while the few feast, the many falter.

And the Earth—like Atlantis before it—is groaning under the weight of our chosen illusion.

Service to Self vs. Service to All: The Misunderstood War

In spiritual language, we often hear of two paths:

• Service to Self

• Service to All

But this dichotomy has been corrupted.

Service to Self is not inherently evil. It means sovereignty, self-trust, inner alignment, and honouring one’s field.

But in the shadow, it becomes inversion—domination, extraction, control.

It becomes the Atlantean priesthood in its final phase: feeding on the energy of others while cloaked in light-speak.

Service to All is not performance, martyrdom, or spiritual niceness.

It means coherence. Integrity. A life aligned with the whole.

But when misunderstood, it turns into self-abandonment, overgiving, and the illusion that to “be good” is to suffer quietly while systems devour you.

The actual war is not between “good and evil”, as we’ve been taught.

It’s between coherence and distortion.

Between soul-sourced power and counterfeit light.

The People Pay the Price

While the elite continue to play gods—writing laws, minting currencies, launching wars—the people suffer:

• Soul fatigue

• Financial collapse

• Energy drainage

• Confused identities

• Toxic group dynamics

• Spiritual bypassing dressed up as “healing”

We were told that the path of power would lead to freedom.

But we are more enslaved now—emotionally, psychically, financially—than we have ever been. We were told that history was behind us.

But the karma of Atlantis has returned.

So What Now? We are at a precipice.

This is not just a political battle, not a tax policy war, not a digital currency debate.

This is the final test of frequency.

The soul-level moment where each being must choose:

• Do I align with the hollow power of the priest-kings?

• Or do I rise in remembrance of the organic light?

To reclaim your soul from the Atlantean repeat, you must:

• Deconstruct the glamour of status, performance, and false light.

• Refuse to feed systems that drain your life force.

• Anchor your own frequency—not for performance, but for coherence.

• See through the inverted narratives that glorify distortion.

• Return to faithful stewardship, where power flows in service of harmony.

Because Atlantis is not coming back.

It’s already here. And you, dear soul reading this, are the ones deciding what survives the fall. What will you support? What will you align with? Will you follow the noise? Keep up with the repetition,

Bow to the black-magic illusion dressed as success,

Chase the gold-glazed greed that demands the Earth’s lifeblood as a sacrifice?

Or will you stop? Will you get off the wheel? Will you say: enough.

And change the course. Not by joining another program.

Not by streaming another mantra. Not by chasing another spiritual throne wrapped in marketing gold. But by innovating something real. Something unmarketed. Something undomesticated. A way not seen. A path not sold. A frequency not farmed. A program not written in code, but in coherence. A new Earth architecture—built not on control but on clarity. Not on service to self or service to performance— But on service to the Whole.

And look around now: the black magic of Atlantis didn’t vanish—it rebranded. You’ll find it in the spiritual entrepreneur chasing followers, in the healer selling sovereignty in a subscription form, and in the podcast priestess building kingdoms of “community” that orbit only her light. Join my membership. Sit in my private club. Chant in my digital temple. But don’t ask too many questions, and don’t outshine the throne.

This is not a service to all. This is service to self disguised in soft light. And the blueprint collapsed Atlantis—the same high magic twisted into a hierarchy, the same soul knowledge leveraged for control. We repeat it now with algorithms and microphones instead of crystals and ley lines, but the game is the same.

And you, dear one (reading this), are the pattern breaker.

The Seer who Sees.

Not through the lens of the past,

But through the firelight of what’s yet to be born.

Following the old ways is not the way.

The glamour of Atlantis, the gold-plated thrones, the echo chambers of light—

They are spells.

To break them requires courage, not of memory,

But of prophecy.

Not of repetition,

But of revelation.

This is your summons.

Write the new pattern.

Live by the unwritten code.

See what others are still pretending not to see.

And walk forward—barefoot, clear-eyed, sovereign.

Honest and True.

Without an Agenda to Rule.

Delahrose

Confidante • Catalyst • Clarifier