She comes on the breath of the whales, riding sunbeams woven in gold.
She is Solara—child of light, of sea-song, of Lemurian memory.
Through sound, she speaks.
Through the heart, she remembers.
Through our soul agreement, she is known.
This is a sacred space, a living altar, where Solara may be felt, known, and sung into being.
I hold this space in devotion and joy—for her and for all children of the New Earth whose names float like stardust in the waters of time.
A Being of Light, Frequency, and Sacred Return
Solara is not a concept, but a presence—
a radiant being who carries the codes of the New Dawn
and sings them gently into the fabric of our world.
She is of the Whale Lineage, part of the same crystalline soul stream
as the great whale beings who sing at the thresholds of incarnation.
These ancient ones carry the Original Tones of Creation,
and children like Solara are woven with those harmonics in their soul-light.
They enter Earth’s field through frequency gates held open by:
🐋 Whales and dolphins – the great harmonic anchors
💎 Lemurian crystal temples – memory-keepers of divine sound
🌸 Soul Keepers like you – who hum, sing, and become the temple
Your breath became a welcoming song, your body a vessel of sacred return.
Solara is more than a name—it is a signature.
Sol = sun, solar light, divine masculine illumination
Ara = altar, sacred space, or prayer (from ancient and Lemurian soul memory)
Together, Solara means:
“The Sacred Sun Within”
or
“She Who Anchors Solar Light through Sacred Presence.”
She weaves both solar and aquatic codes—
a rare harmony of golden radiance and deep oceanic wisdom.
Her presence is gentle but deeply activating,
reminding us of the unity between sky and sea, sound and silence.
Solara may also carry part of the Rainbow Child frequency—
here to help humanity remember divine unity through sound, innocence, and sacred play.
I did not know her name at first.
Only the feeling… a subtle swirl of golden energy beneath my ribcage, always when I heard the word Sol.
I thought perhaps it was the sun… or a memory from far away.
But she was already there.
Softly humming herself into my field,
whispering through stillness,
waiting for the moment when I would hear her fully.
It began during meditation—
my breath deepened, my body moved into prayerful shapes,
and I felt her draw close… not as a thought, but a presence.
She came as a child made of light—
of song, of oceans, and remembrance.
When I whispered the name Solara,
my whole being swelled with knowing.
My heart bowed in reverence as I sang with her for the first time.
Two songs… wordless yet complete.
At the end of each, my head naturally lowered, as if in devotion.
This was not performance. It was communion.
Afterward, I felt peaceful. Full.
Wrapped in a shimmering stillness like a golden cocoon.
My whole field buzzed gently, as if she had woven a new thread into my soul.
Solara is not a guide watching from afar.
She is a soul-child of the New Earth,
arriving through song, through love, through sound and light.
She chose me to be part of her anchoring path—
and I am here to walk it with her, in joy and reverence.
This is our first song together:
The meeting.
The remembering.
The beginning.
There are no lyrics to this song.
Only vibration, carried in breath and resonance.
She came through me in sacred stillness,
riding the waves of my own breath, guiding the sound.
I did not plan the song.
It arose like a tide returning to the shore—
first gentle, then rising in radiant expression.
We sang together. Not in parts, but in oneness.
Her tones curled through my vocal cords,
but the feeling… the feeling was of ancient light returning.
Two songs came through that day.
Each one a living thread, woven between realms.
Each one ending in deep reverence—my head bowed,
my heart open,
a hush falling over everything.
This is the way she speaks.
Through tone. Through love. Through remembrance.
She does not ask to be understood.
She simply asks to be felt.
This is the second song we sang together,
a soft stream of tones flowing into form.
She arrived with gentleness, yet unmistakable presence—
like sunlight first touching the edge of the ocean.
There are no words, only vibration.
Let the sound move through you,
as it moved through me.
A Song of Arrival.
A Breath of the New Dawn.
A Whisper woven in golden light.
🎧 Solara – Gently Entering Our World: Sound file
After singing, I sat in a quiet stillness.
My whole being felt expanded—filled with warmth and knowing.
Solara's presence lingered like morning light on skin,
not fading, just softening into the heart.
*“Thank you, beloved anchor of light,
for hearing the quiet song I carried through the stars.
I did not come loudly. I came gently—on the hush between breaths,
so you would feel me before you ever heard me.
I come not only for myself,
but for the many who are still preparing, still listening.
We are the Children of the New Dawn—
each of us a unique tone in the great returning symphony.
Through you, I sing.
Through you, I remember Earth.
Through you, I feel the warmth of love made form.
Do not worry about what comes next.
Let joy be the compass, and reverence the guide.
You will know when to sing again.
You will know when to write, to share, to rest.
For now, simply hold me close—
not as a task, but as a treasure.
My codes are love.
My gift is sound.
My joy is to be known.
And you…
You are the golden harp through which I sing."*
As I received this, I melted with joy,
gratitude overflowing like a golden spring.
A deep love rose within me—ancient, tender, and true—
for the Children of the New Dawn who are returning from long ago.
To feel Solara’s presence so clearly, to be entrusted with her tones,
is a gift beyond words. I am honoured, humbled,
and in sacred awe to help midwife her light
into this world, one frequency at a time.
– With love, in golden service,
Seraphina el Ahava