The Akashic Records
The Akashic Records is one of the most unimaginable mysteries of all time. The Akashic Records are believed to be the repository of all human experience; past, present and future, a record of all events within the universe and are part of the Cosmic Mind. Maybe these records will come to human eye if they locate the hall of records somewhere hidden in the Great Giza Complex.
They say these are found between the astral and mental worlds, part astral part mental and transcending, or permeating all dimensional realities or levels within the universe. They are a record of every thought and event that has ever occurred, will occur or could occur – just like a huge, infinite, mental history, picture book.
Jung's Collective Unconscious is part of the Akashic records. However, the Akashic records are of a higher vibration than the Collective Unconscious. The vibrationary level of the Collective Unconscious relates to what is generally known as the 1st, 2nd and 3rd planes of the 7 Astral Planes model.
The Collective Unconscious relates to our reality and to the reality of spirit guides, our Higher Self, and other beings within the universe with have a similar vibratory rate as these planes of existence.
The Akashic records incorporate the consciousness (both personal and transpersonal) of all manifestations including angelic energies and so forth which vibrate at higher frequencies.
This Cosmic Mind permeates through the 4th, 5th , 6th and 7th levels of the Astral Planes. Above and beyond the 7 Astral planes are further dimensional realities and planes of existence that only highly evolved divine beings of light can access.
When you access and tune into the Akashic records, you will normally see those events with the greatest amount of energy around them. If you look into the future and the area of probabilities within the records, you enter into a muddling combination of symbolism assimilated with actual events.
This future symbolism is manifested by the belief systems and prophecies of the major religions. Whether it is the Bible's "Book of Revelations" or the prophecies of Nostradamus. These ancient prophecies are all richly steeped in symbolism. This symbolism affects the way people think, dream about and access the future. This symbolism, in turn, manifests in the Akashic records as symbolic representations intertwined with actual future events.
The Akashic Records,
as seen by Edgar Cayce
In terms of contemporary insights, perhaps the most extensive source of information regarding the Akashic Records comes from the clairvoyant work of Edgar Cayce Describing the Akashic records, Cayce stated :
«...Upon time and space is written the thoughts, the deeds, the activities of an entity - as in relationships to its environs, its hereditary influence; as directed - or judgment drawn by or according to what the entity's ideal is. Hence, as it has been oft called, the record is God's book of remembrance; and each entity, each soul - as the activities of a single day of an entity in the material world - either makes same good or bad or indifferent, depending upon the entity's application of self towards that which is the ideal manner for the use of time, opportunity and the EXPRESSION of that for which each soul enters a material manifestation. The interpretation then as drawn here is with the desire and hope that, in opening this for the entity, the experience may be one of helpfulness and hopefulness....»
In discussing the process for accessing these records, Edgar Cayce described his experience as follows:
«...I see myself as a tiny dot out of my physical body, which lies inert before me. I find myself oppressed by darkness and there is a feeling of terrific loneliness. Suddenly, I am conscious of a white beam of light. As this tiny dot, I move upward following the light, knowing that I must follow it or be lost.
» As I move along this path of light I gradually become conscious of various levels upon which there is movement. Upon the first levels there are vague, horrible shapes, grotesque forms such as one sees in nightmares. Passing on, there begin to appear on either side misshapen forms of human beings with some part of the body magnified. Again there is change and I become conscious of gray-hooded forms moving downward. Gradually, these become lighter in color. Then the direction changes and these forms move upward and the color of the robes grows rapidly lighter. Next, there begin to appear on either side vague outlines of houses, walls, trees, etc., but everything is motionless.
» As I pass on, there is more light and movement in what appear to be normal cities and towns. With the growth of movement I become conscious of sounds, at first indistinct rumblings, then music, laughter, and singing of birds. There is more and more light, the colors become very beautiful, and there is the sound of wonderful music. The houses are left behind, ahead there is only a blending of sound and color. Quite suddenly I come upon a hall of records. It is a hall without walls, without ceiling, but I am conscious of seeing an old man who hands me a large book, a record of the individual for whom I seek information...»
The Akashic Records, as seen by Aron Abrahamsen
First time, Aron Abrahamsen went to the Akashic records, it was because of a letter received from a young man, asking for a reading on the choice he had to make between several jobs.
«…So I sat down in my favorite rocking chair, took a deep breath, and relaxed. I quieted myself and started to pray for him. I'd prayed for people in need many times before. But this time something dramatically different happened.
»Immediately I was out of my body, atop the roof of my home. Looking around, I saw the tall eucalyptus trees a few hundred feet away, the orange grave directly behind me, and to my right and left the other homes in the cul-de-sac where we lived. With some sort of penetrating vision, I looked down through the rafters and saw my body sitting in the rocking chair in my living room. I thought to myself how interesting it was to be in two places at once.
»However, I sensed there must be a reason for being out of my body, so I pushed off from the roof and soared upward, continuing to pray for the young man. Soon I found myself walking along a narrow path, barely wide enough for one person. The path and the surrounding area were like soft, white, billowing clouds.
»It was extremely still, like after a snowfall when nature is covered with a gentle hush. Walking in solitude, I was filled with reverence for God. The sacred silence permeated my being.
»As I walked along I knew somehow that I was on my way to get information which might help this young man. Although it was a unique and unfamiliar experience, I felt neither fear nor apprehension. Everything felt comfortable, as if I knew exactly what I was doing. Coming to a fork in the path, I intuitively bore to the left, then veered slightly to the right around the bend.
»Suddenly, I saw it.
»Stopping, I gazed into the distance upon a Grecian temple-like palace with eight large columns supporting the roof. The entire structure was fashioned from pure white marble. Though I had never seen it before, somehow it looked familiar. I understood at once that this was the place where the chronicles of each person's many lives are recorded-the Akashic records.
»The temple towered high above me, disappearing into me cloud banks. As I was still afar off, I longed to be near. Instantly, I round myself standing just in front of the vast, marble platform where the Grecian columns reached skyward. The platform was about two feet above me level where I was standing. I knew that me information I was seeking was inside this building, so I stepped up onto the platform.
»As I climbed up, two men dressed in white togas appeared and welcomed me. One declared that they had been waiting for me and that they were my guides. I told them about me young man's dilemma. They suggested that perhaps something from his past lives could give a due to help him work out his problem. That possibility had never occurred to me, but it made sense.
»Without hesitation they ushered me into me temple's enormous library where huge bookshelves, ranging twenty to thirty feet high and separated by eight- to ten-foot aisles, extended as far as I could see. While the floors were like clouds, nevertheless they supported everything and provided firm footing.
»Enormous leather-bound books of various colors, trimmed and edged with gold, filled shelves. To me the sight was awe-inspiring. I had spent considerable time in numerous libraries, but I had never seen anything like this.
»As we walked down the aisles, my guides selected specific books and carried them to a very large table. There, they opened them and supplied the answers I sought. Intrigued by the beautiful calligraphy on the pages, I had to force myself to concentrate on the information being given to me. When my guides finished, they closed the books and returned them to the shelves, and we left the library with the data I needed to pass on to the young man.
»My guides escorted me to the place where I had entered, and I said goodbye with an inner knowing that I would return. Retracing my steps along the cloud-like path, I stepped off into space. Like jumping off a diving board into a swimming pool, I drifted downward. Although it felt as if I were falling rapidly, it was serene-there was no sensation of rushing wind against my body.
»In the twinkling of an eye I was again standing on my roof and could see myself in the rocking chair below. Quickly, I slipped into my physical body. I was home…»
Quotes from Aron Abrahamsen' book
"On Wings of Spirit "
Published by ARE Press