These articles were submitted by students of the Akashic Records.

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Cats Aren’t The Only Creatures With Multiple Lives

Contrary to common lore, cats aren’t the only creatures with multiple lives. In fact, to anyone who’s explored the Akashic Records, nine would seem a ridiculously small number of times in which to manifest. Located between the fourth and fifth dimensions, the Akashic Records provide documentation of souls’ journeys and offer divinely guided insight and wisdom. Information gleaned from the infinite lifetimes stored in the records can assist us in learning and living out our higher purpose in our present lives.

A student of the records for over two years, I have benefitted from them in marvelous ways. But the most astounding was when I viscerally experienced another lifetime. A thirty-nine year old new mom and yoga teacher, I was sitting on my couch in Dallas, Texas, preparing to enter the records. Since the birth of my son six months earlier, I’d developed a greater ability to intuit information from other realms, and I was seeking guidance on the direction to take with my life now. After I said a brief prayer and opened the records, I felt a familiar shifting sensation, as if a large wooden door had slid open.

Then a peculiar thing happened: I shape-shifted. The body I knew so well was gone, replaced by a muscular frame that felt more sharply alive. This body was male. A surge of testosterone coursed through the bloodstream. Sinewy ligaments and tendons stretched taut, connecting lean muscle tissue to bones. The softness of my recently pregnant form -- milk-engorged breasts, pillowy stomach -- receded. In its place I felt tremendous power. Unlike the energy of ripe creativity that had defined my pregnancy, this was a vigor that stemmed from sheer physical strength and a lifestyle that by necessity included lots of physical activity.

Images of my spirit within this male figure flashed behind my closed eyelids. I “saw” myself as a Native American brave. As the brave, I was thinking about a maiden and several children – my family in that lifetime. I viewed myself in that body standing on the shore of a shimmering lake, some time long before Columbus discovered the continent. The land was lush with forests and foliage. I stood in hushed expectant silence, bow and arrows in one hand. Pride and joy rushed through me. I was strong, I was powerful, I knew exactly who I was.

I felt a connection not only to the people in my family and tribe, but to every tree in the majestic forests, every animal and plant with whom I shared the land. A sense of union with all beings around me, with nature and divine energy, enveloped me. It was so consuming that it brought tears to my eyes. It went beyond any identification I’d felt with other people, nature or God in my current lifetime.

I’ve visually received images of other lifetimes I’ve lived – as a battered mother in the 1600’s, as a female writer whose work was misappropriated by male authors, as -----. But I’ve never experienced the sensation of embodiment like I did the Native American brave’s. Months later, the phenomenon continues to influence me. When I feel weak or in fear about what’s happening in my current day-to-day life I can close my eyes, take a breath and recall that I am that strength and power I experienced in that other form. When I go work out at the gym, I call upon the recollection to stimulate the production of brain chemicals I felt in that session for lifting weights and climbing hills on the elliptical trainer. I’m more confident, more self-assured as a result of that reading.

Far beyond the feeling of that lithe, strapping body, what fascinated me most was that while my container was different, at my essence I was still me. Like a snake in a skin or a snail its shell, the interior was identical; it was only the vessel that housed me that had changed.

The experience helped me better understand that while we typically operate from the limited perspective that time is linear, this construct is helpful only in the context in which we use it. In reality, time is limitless; we live out multiple lives simultaneously. The Akashic Records offer us a repository in which we can access various experiences without being limited by the time-space continuum. We can inquire in the records for ways to heal from past trauma or abuse, for insights into why we are feeling fearful or challenged in specific circumstances, and for clarity about our mission in this lifetime. I feel grateful and blessed to have them as a tool on my soul’s journey.

— Bridget/Texas         
 

A Whale’s Tale

How does a writer use the Akashic records? That’s a good question. Well first you have to be a writer, which I must confess I am not, at least not officially as I have yet to publish a book. So, maybe I am a writer but not an author. Either way, I promise you that there is a point to this story.

A friend of mine suggested that I call Rhonda for a reading. “She’s really good.” She said. “It was life changing.” With that resounding testimonial, how could I not? After all, I am a self-proclaimed, “woo-woo,” an acupuncturist in an ultra conservative city who plays with needles everyday, something akin to voodoo in these parts. It was only natural that I was drawn to a woman named Rhonda who reads from ancient records.

With a bit of trepidation (come on now, who isn’t a bit scared that they may find a skeleton hanging in the closet of a past life or a future that is not so bright sorry no shades required?), I called Rhonda and set up an appointment. It went so well that I had other readings over the coming months. Eventually, I attended Rhonda’s introductory class on accessing the Akashic records. It was great fun and all, but let’s face it, I am not as gifted in the metaphysical arts as Rhonda. I chalked it up to an interesting experience and left it at that.

Then a strange thing happened. I had readings from two different Akashic readers a few months apart. Both readers (Rhonda being one of them) said that I would write a book. The other reader (not Rhonda) said in an ironic tone “I hate to tell you this, but I see you at a book signing.” My first thought was, “Oh no, what have I signed myself up for now?” I have stood at this crossroad more than once in my life and it usually means that I am in for a wild ride and lots of hard work. Going back for a four-year Master’s degree in Oriental Medicine in my thirties with a three-year-old child at home was still painfully fresh in my mind.

The idea of writing a book was not a new concept for me. My love of books eased me through the trials of childhood. I read everything I could get my hands on, each book an escape into the alternative worlds between the pages. A younger me who loved to write was replaced by an adult with responsibilities. My dreams of writing flew out of the window with other childish things.

A book…hmmm… What did I have to lose? To my surprise, an idea for a book sprung up from an unlikely source my horoscope and the day’s news headline. I followed the clues left for me and diligently wrote “A Marvel of Blue and Green” a spiritual journey of a young girl, Ruby, who learns of the interconnectedness of all things and whose mission it is to save the universe from destruction.

It didn’t stop there. I felt that Ruby had more to do and say so I wrote another book, “Tears of a Whale.” In this story, Ruby comes to realize that she has been chosen to be the voice of Mother Earth and her creatures. She realizes that she must unite the children of the world in order to save us all from the effects of pollution and global warming.

I am sure you are thinking, “That’s great. What does that have to do with the original question? How does a writer use the Akashic records?” The answer my friend is to find out certain truths. All of my research produced facts about the state of our planet, the loss of habitats, and species. Yet, I felt something was missing. I remembered that long ago class with Rhonda and thought “What if?” I went into the records and asked respectfully of the whales, “Give me your truth. What do you want me to pass on to the world?”

I was greatly humbled when they answered me. The majestic mammals who for millions of years have played a vital role in the balance of our planet are crying. The diseased planet threatens their sacred migratory journey and their very existence. Water is the life force for all creatures. Mother Earth’s womb if you will. The whales have been sending distress signals, imploring us to make drastic changes before it is too late. Reminding us, “What you do to one, you do to all.”

What is the moral of my story? The Akashic records opened up a completely new world for me. Maybe the whale’s tale is a figment of my overactive imagination or maybe it is a message from the great collective unconscious. All I know is that I can still hear the beautiful, sad and haunting whale song in my dreams.

— Deana/Texas