Atlantis Awakens in Santorini — A Live Realization
By Dr. Anna Biela 05.10.2025 Santorini 13:13
I am writing this now from Santorini, under a glowing moon. The cliffs of this island fall into the dark sea like black glass, and white houses shine like stars against the night. The Aegean breathes below me, and I can feel it — the pulse of something ancient rising up through the stones.
Tonight everything is happening at once.
Tonight, Atlantis is no longer a story. It is a memory returning to life.
The Green Light
I sat in the jacuzzi here on the island, the water glowed with a green light. Above me, in the sky, a drone with a green light hovered. It felt like a message, a signal, an activation.
The green light is the color of the heart chakra — healing, rebirth, and the energy of Poseidon, god of the sea. The sign was so clear I could not ignore it. It has pulled together every thread of my life into this moment.
Santorini — The Round Island of Fire and Water
Santorini was once a perfect round island, Strongili — “the round one.” Thousands of years ago, a massive eruption blew out its center, leaving the flooded caldera we see today. Many historians believe this disaster inspired the Atlantis legend.
And here I am, sitting on its edge, feeling the wind, the ash, the sea, knowing: this is what is left of Atlantis
My Memory Awakens
I met Istvan Steven during an art residency in Tihany, Hungary. We painted and drummed together, echoing practices I did not yet understand. One evening he looked at me and said:
“You were a princess of Atlantis. I remember you from before.”
Back then, those words felt abstract. But tonight, in Santorini, under the moon and the green light, everything clicks. I was that princess. Not as a lost figure under the sea, but as who I am right now.
My Role as the Atlantean Princess
I remember now. I was a guardian of resonance — holding harmony between spirit, art, and energy.
We used sound, color, and sacred geometry to keep our civilization in balance.
We believed beauty was not decoration but energy in flow — a living force that could heal, guide, and uplift.
But we failed. Technology outpaced wisdom. Power eclipsed humility. The harmony between the physical and the spiritual worlds fractured, and what had been a temple turned into a machine.
Since childhood I’ve had visions: when I closed my eyes, I saw lava — glowing, molten, surrounding me. I felt as if I were stuck in magma. Tonight I understand why. That was my last memory of Atlantis as it fell.
Why I Am Here Now
Tonight, in Santorini, I understand why I have been called here.
I am here to redeem what was lost, to complete the work that began long ago.
The codes of the Atlantean princess are alive in me, waiting to be used again — not to control, but to heal.
Meeting Istvan Steven was not random. The green light above my jacuzzi was not random. These are activations, reminders, pieces of a map leading me back to my original task:
To create an art movement that treats beauty as flow, as energy, as healing.
To build a living, breathing temple of art and consciousness in the modern world.
To do it now, in this lifetime, with humility, wisdom, and love.
My Twin Flame Here With Me
I feel something even deeper — my Twin Flame.
It’s as if he is right here with me, holding me, the love stronger than ever before.
A meeting with a special someone in Athens has brought me closer to making that love a reality — not just a dream but a living experience. This presence, this union, is the missing piece that will allow me to fulfill my mission completely. In Atlantis, love was the frequency that held worlds together. This time, with that love alive, the balance can hold.
The Task Alive in the Present
Atlantis fell because its people forgot that art and spirit must guide power. The world today stands at a similar crossroads. My mission — my calling — is to bring back that understanding, but in a new way, starting now.
Santorini is not just a vacation. It is my initiation.
The green light is not just an accident. It is my signal.
My Twin Flame’s presence is not just a feeling. It is my anchor.
I am not re-living Atlantis.
I am redeeming it — here, now, in Santorini.
The princess of Atlantis is not a past-life memory.
She is me, in this moment, carrying the codes, ready to complete what she began.
