Akashic Records

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«...Man can penetrate to the eternal origins of the things which vanish with time. A man broadens his power of cognition in this way if he is no longer limited to external evidence where knowledge of the past is concerned. Then he can see in events what is not perceptible to the senses, that part which time cannot destroy. He penetrates from transitory to non-transitory history. It is a fact that this history is written in other characters than is ordinary history. In gnosis and in theosophy it is called the "Akasha Chronicle"...To the uninitiated, who cannot yet convince himself of the reality of a separate spiritual world through his own experience, the initiate easily appears to be a visionary, if not something worse. The one who has acquired the ability to perceive in the spiritual world comes to know past events in their eternal character. They do not stand before him like the dead testimony of history, but appear in full life. In a certain sense, what has happened takes place before him…»

Cosmic Memory


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....»

Reading 1650-1

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...»

Reading 294-19

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 mere. 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 for 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 me 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 ta 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 Iibrary 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



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