Divine Atlantis! Beautiful are your mountains and valleys, the voices of your nymphs.
Virgin are your dances, white fonts. Here the all-perfect goddesses bathe, hiding from mortals the mysterious beauty of the celestials, who are blissfully rejoicing in the Kingdom of kingdoms.
Here, on the Solar Throne, sits Hera, Queen of Theogamy. The pinnacle of wisdom of the Atlantic white elders.
Staritsa (in direct translation) Hera-the fat mountain, the Lord’s mountain, the House of God’s mountain, the Blessed mountain. Still an unattainable peak on the way to the Atlantic Olympus to the Christian Kingdom. Continue reading