Natasha - The Artist

After writing about the Akashic Records last week, I felt compelled to visit them again to see what I could find — if I could even access them again. So after putting my kids to bed tonight, I turned on some meditation music and thought “Ok, let’s do this”, without putting to much pressure on myself and with a slight fear of what I could potentially see. Since I journeyed to the Akashic Records during a heart meditation the first time, I decided I would take the same “scenic route”. 

There I am, focussing on my breath, when suddenly, without even getting to my heart, I am facing the old man with the white beard, dressed in white, sitting at the same white table as the first time. I was stunned! I certainly did not expect to see him so soon.  ”Well hello” I said. He smiles, hands me a book, which looks like it is part of a huge encyclopedia series, and directs me to the white door to his left. I walk towards the door expecting to see the many rows of white shelves once I open it. I turn the white handle and walk in. To my surprise, the room is vast – no shelves, simply a table and a chair in the middle of it. I sit down and lay the book on the table — staring at it. Insecure about what I might see, I decide to be courageous; I’ve come this far, I can’t turn back. I open the book at a random page. The page is white, but slowly an image appears. It seems blurry at first, but becomes clearer as I look at it. It is an image of a boy, about 9 or 10 years old, sitting on the side of his bed, with one foot soaking in a tub of warm water. I see his mother’s hands, as if she is crouching next to the tub of water checking on his foot and leg, but she is outside the image so I can’t see what she looks like.  I feel like he’s in pain but does not complain about it, so his mother, like any mother would, thinks it’s simply growing pains — the warm water will sooth him. I feel it’s much more serious.  

After seeing that image, I’m wondering what I should do with it. Maybe if I turn to a different page, I will learn more. I do that a few times, only to be presented with the same image on every single page.  A woman appears standing in front of me, dressed in a white robe with a hood. She takes the book from the table and hands me another one. I say thank you and ask who she is — the Angel of Wisdom she answers. I accept her answer and open the book at a random page. Again, the same image. She repeats taking the book and handing me a new one. Again, the same thing. I ask her why I keep seeing the same image. She answers that it is the one image I am meant to see and that I need to accept the image and trust that I will know what to do with it when the time comes. I then understood why the 3 books – she could have handed me 150 books and I still would have seen the same image — so stop trying to see a different one already.

I look up at the Angel and ask her if my visit is over for tonight and she nods her head yes.

I feel like I am catapulted back into my body and I can open my eyes, which I do, and look around feeling peaceful and content. Then I run to my computer and recount the entire experience on my blog — 1) to help me remember it; 2) to share it with the world, I find this so amazing.