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.

Last year, I took a course on mindfulness. We did different meditations every class. One day during a heart meditation, I saw myself going from darkness to a very bright white room with an old man dressed in white with white hair and beard, sitting at a table writing on paper. He looked at me and gently pointed toward a white door on his left. I thanked him and walked inside the room. Rows and rows of shelves with white filing dividers and an infinite amount of white paper filled the room. I was amazed at the beauty of this pure white room. I felt I could find out anything about everything just by pulling out a few sheets of paper from the shelves, even though I hadn’t looked at one yet. Then I asked a question about my past and I was guided to a particular section in a row. I immediately knew what paper to pull out. At first glance, the sheet seemed blank, but then images appeared. Images that answered my question. 

After the meditation, I explained what I saw to my colleagues and they were just as amazed as me thinking what a vision! That’s what I thought it was and never really thought about it again.

This weekend, I started reading a book by Sylvia Browne: Phenomenon, Everything You Need to Know About the Paranormal. I read a section called “Akashic Records”, where she writes about a brilliant prophet and clairvoyant, Edgar Cayce, who detailed one of his visits to the Akashic Records in a very similar way I just described. He defines the Akashic Records as “the collective memories and histories of every thought, sound, physical and emotional vibration, major event and incidental moment in eternity, an atmosheric presence that affects us all and we all affect with every breath we take”.

I now understand where I was that day. I was in the Akashic Records, not in it’s entirety, but in my records. Now that I know I can access my records, I am aching to explore the world’s.

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