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|The Akashic Records
Reality is a consciousness hologram. The Akashic Records refer to the matrix of consciousness programs that create our reality within that hologram. One could look upon it as a library of light wherein one can access all information.
The Akashic records (Akasha is a Sanskrit word meaning "sky", "space" or "aether") are collectively understood to be a collection of mystical knowledge that is encoded in the aether; i.e. on a non-physical plane of existence. The concept is prevalent in New Age discourse.
The Akashic Records are understood to have existed since the beginning of The Creation and even before. Just as we have various specialty libraries (e.g., medical, law), there are said to exist various Akashic Records (e.g., human, animal, plant, mineral, etc) encoding Universal lore. Most writings refer to the Akashic Records in the area of human experience but it is understood that all phenomenal experience as well as transcendental knowledge is encoded therein.
History of Akashic Records
Those who champion the truth of the Akashic Records assert that they were accessed by ancient people of various cultures, including the Indians, Moors, Tibetans, Bonpo and other peoples of the Himalaya, Egyptians, Persians, Chaldeans, Greeks, Chinese, Hebrews, Christians, Druids and Mayans. It is held that the ancient Indian sages of the Himalayas knew that each soul, jiva, atma, or entity recorded every moment of its existence in a "book", and that if one attuned oneself properly then one could access that book (refer mindstream for example).
Nostradamus claimed to have gained access to the Akasha, using methods derived from the Greek oracles, Christian and Sufi mysticism, and the Kabbalah. Other individuals who claim to have consciously used the Akashic Records include: Charles Webster Leadbeater, Annie Besant, Alice Bailey, Samael Aun Weor, William Lilly, Manly P. Hall, Lilian Treemont, Dion Fortune, George Hunt Williamson, Rudolf Steiner, Max Heindel and Edgar Cayce amongst others.
A Chinese man named Sujujin was reported to need only the first name of anyone to access the Akasha and describe their life history. Another Chinese seer, named Tajao, explored a variety of topics in the Records which span over two thousand years.
In Surat Shabda Yoga cosmology, the Akashic Records would be located within the causal plane of Trikuti.
Description and Explanation of the Akashic records
The Akasha is said to be the library of all events and responses concerning consciousness in all realities. Every lifeform therefore contributes and has access to the Akashic Records. It is asserted that to gain access into the Akashic Records, every individual human can become the physical medium, and various techniques and spiritual disciplines (e.g., yogic, pranayama, meditation, prayer, visualization) can be employed to quiet the mind, become a "witness", and achieve the focused, preconscious state necessary to access the Records.
While accessing the Akashic Records, both the events and responses are said to be perceived. This is analogous to having a meta-enhanced cinematic experience. When accessing the future, the events are known, but the responses are only probable. Based on an individual's responses in the past, the Akashic seer/reader can investigate probable future responses and give the highest future probability. A simple illustration of this might be witnessing several alternate endings to the main characters in a movie (e.g., Run, Lola, Run). At some point in the evolution of the Akashic reader, however, a state of unification and awareness can be achieved whereby even the future responses are known with absolute clarity instead of only as a probability.
Claims and Skepticism
Believers in the Akasha make many claims about how widely the Akasha was used, including:
The claim that the Vedas of Hindus and the language of Sanskrit itself were extracted from Akasha.
The claim that in Egypt, those who could read the Akasha were held in high standing and would advise the Pharaohs on daily activities and dream interpretation.
The claim that the Druid cultures of Ireland, Scotland, Wales and England (???-500 (est.)) demonstrated the ability to access the Akasha.
The claim that the Bible refers to the Akasha records as the Book of Life in both the Old Testament (Psalm 69:2 and the New Testament (Philippians 4:3, Revelation 3:5, 13:8, 17:8, 20:12, 20:15 and Revelation 21:27 "Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb's book of life.")
Despite claims that the Akashic Records have been used by mystics throughout history, there are not any direct references to the Akasha to be found in any of the historical documentation of the aforementioned groups. The term Akasha itself, along with the concept of an etheric library, originated with the 19th century movement of Theosophy. Skeptics say that the concept of Akashic Records has been attributed indiscriminately and inappropriately to a wide range of historical religious figures and movements.
Traditionally the theory has also been rejected by the scientific community, due to a lack of any independently verifiable evidence. Interestingly, Ervin Laszlo (2004) explores science and the Akashic Records in the spirit of Occam's razor, and champions the theory of the Records as resolving many anomalies within history, science and experience with simplicity.
Specific Accounts of the Akashic Records
In Theosophy and New Age discourse the Akashic Records are records of all knowledge, including all human experience, held in the Universe. The Akashic Records are metaphorically described as a library and are also likened to a universal computer or the 'Mind of God'.
The Akashic Records are referred to by Edgar Cayce, who stated that each person is held to account after life and 'confronted' with their personal Akashic record of what they have or have not done in life in a karmic sense. The idea is comparable to the biblical Book of Life which is consulted to see whether or not the dead are admitted to heaven.
Jane Roberts in the Seth books describes a different version of a similar idea when Seth asserts that the fundamental stuff of the universe is ideas and consciousness, and that an idea once conceived exists forever. Seth argued that all ideas and knowledge are in principle accessible by "direct cognition". Direct cognition shares semantic congruency with intuition and allows for the possibility of direct knowing without time elapsing and without knowledge needing to be transferred e.g. in speech or text. This is similar to what Robert Monroe refers to as rotes in his out-of-body book trilogy.
Some writers believe that, free from and independent of all religions and faiths, there exist many libraries or record repositories such as the Akashic library throughout the universe, albeit on various planes of existence.
According to Max Heindel's Rosicrucian writings, the Memory of Nature (Akashic Records) may be read in three different inner worlds. In the reflecting ether of the Etheric region there are pictures of all that has happened in the world - at least several hundred years back, or much more in some cases - and they appear almost as the pictures on a screen, with the difference that the scene shifts backward.
The Memory of Nature may be read, in an entirely different manner covering the essence of a whole life or event, in a higher world, in the highest subdivision of the Region of Concrete Thought of the World of Thought, and, last, it may be read in the World of Life Spirit, covering events from the earliest dawn of our present manifestation, but only spiritual adepts, spiritual entities and through grace is access to the Records granted.
In Michel Desmarquet's book Thiaoouba Prophecy, the author claims to have been abducted by supreme alien beings, that in one part of the book guides him through something that is most likely the Akashic records. The term they are using is Psychosphere. The author's understanding is that the Psychosphere is like a "vibratory cocoon, which turns at a speed seven times that of light. This cocoon acts as a blotter, as it were, absorbing (and remembering) absolutely every event occurring on the planet. The contents of this cocoon are inaccessible to us on Earth - we have no way of Ôreading the storyŐ"
The Urantia Book confirms the validity and reality of these Living Records in several accounts. In Paper 25 is found the statement: "The recording angels of the inhabited planets are the source of all individual records. Throughout the universes other recorders function regarding both formal records and living records. From Urantia to Paradise, both recordings are encountered: in a local universe, more of the written records and less of the living; on Paradise, more of the living and less of the formal; on Uversa, both are equally available.
Again in Paper 28 in The Urantia book we find reference: "The Memory of Mercy is a living trial balance, a current statement of your account with the supernatural forces of the realms. These are the living records of mercy ministration which are read into the testimony of the courts of Uversa when each individual's right to unending life comes up for adjudication, when "thrones are cast up and the Ancients of Days are seated. The broadcasts of Uversa issue and come forth from before them; thousands upon thousands minister to them, and ten thousand times ten thousand stand before them. The judgment is set, and the books are opened." And the books which are opened on such a momentous occasion are the living records of the tertiary seconaphim of the superuniverses. The formal records are on file to corroborate the testimony of the Memories of Mercy if they are required."
Mention in "The Law of One"
In The Law of One, Book I, a book purported to contain conversations with a channeled "social memory complex" known to humans as "Ra," when the questioner asks where Edgar Cayce received his information, the answer received is, "We have explained before that the intelligent infinity is brought into intelligent energy from eighth density or octave. The one sound vibratory complex called Edgar used this gateway to view the present, which is not the continuum you experience but the potential social memory complex of this planetary sphere. The term your peoples have used for this is the "Akashic Record" or the Hall of Records.
Akashic Records Wikipedia
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Copyright (C) 1991, 1992 Lewis Stead
The Blot is the most common ritual within Asatru. In its simplest form
a blot is making a sacrifice to the Gods. In the old days this was
done by feasting on an animal consecrated to the Gods and then
slaughtered. (The word blot itself is related to the Norse words for
"blood" and "sacrifice.") As we are no longer farmers and our needs
are simpler today, the most common blot is an offering of mead or
other alchoholic beverage to the deities.
Many modern folk will be suspicious of a ritual such as this. Rituals
such as the blot have been falsely interpreted by post-Pagan sources
in order to denegrate the ritual or trivialize it. The most common
myth about ritual sacrifice is that one is buying off a deity e.g. one
throws a virgin into the Volcano so it won't erupt. Nothing could be
further from the truth. In Asatru it is believed that we are not only
the worshippers of the Gods but that we are physically related to
them. The Eddas tell of a God, Rig, who went to various farmsteads
and fathered the human race so we are physically kin to the Gods. On
a more esoteric level, humankind is gifted with "ond" or the gift of
ecstasy. Ond is a force that is of the Gods. It is everything that
makes humans different from the other creatures of the world. As
creatures with this gift, we are immediately connected to the Gods,
we are part of their tribe, their kin. Thus we are not simply buying
off the Gods by offering them something that they want, but we are
sharing with the Gods something that we all take joy in. Sharing and
gift giving was an incredibly important part of Norse cultur (and of
most ancient cultures) and had magical significance. Giving a gift
was a sign of friendship, kinship, and connection. By sharing a blot
with the Gods we reaffirm our connection to them and thus reawaken
their powers within us and their watchfullness over our world.
A blot can be a simple affair where a horn of mead is consecrated to
the Gods and then poured as a libation, or it can be a part of a
larger ritual. A good comparison is the Catholic Mass which may be
part of a regular service or special event such as a wedding or
funeral, or it may be done as a purely magical-religious practice
without any sermon, hymns, or other trappings.
The blot consists of three parts, the hallowing or consecrating of the
offering, the sharing of the offering, and the libation. Each of
these is equally important. The only tools required are mead, beer or
juice, a horn or chalice, a sprig of evergreen used to sprinkle the
mead, and a ceremonial bowl known as a Hlautbowl into which the
initial libation will be made.
The blot begins with the consecration of the offering. The Gothi
(Priest) or Gythia (Priestess) officiating at the blot invokes the
God or Goddess being honored. This is usually accomplished by a
spoken declaration with ones arms being held above ones head in a Y
shape, in imitation of the rune elhaz. This posture is used for most
invocations and prayers throughout Asatru. After the spoken invoc-
ation an appropriate rune or other symbol of the God or Goddess may be
drawn in the air with the finger or with the staff. Once the God is
invoked, the Gothi takes up the horn. His assistant pours mead from
the bottle into the horn. The Gothi then traces the hammer sign (an
upside down T) over the horn as a blessing and holds it above his
head offering it to the Gods. He then speaks a request that the God
or Goddess bless the offering and accept it as a sacrifice. At the
least one will feel the presence of the deity; at best one will be
able to feel in some inner way the God taking of the mead and drinking
The mead is now not only blessed with divine power but has passed the
lips of the God or Goddess. The Gothi then takes a drink of the horn
and it is passed around the gathered folk. Although it sounds like a
very simple thing, it can be a very powerful experience. At this point
the mead is no longer simply a drink but is imbued with the blessing
and power of the God or Goddess being honored. When one drinks, one
is taking that power into onesself. After the horn has made the
rounds once, the Gothi again drinks from the horn and then empties the
remainder into the hlautbowl. The Gothi then takes up the evergreen
sprig and his assistant the hlautbowl and the Gothi sprinkles the
mead around the circle or temple or onto the altar. If there are a
great number of the folk gathered, one may wish to drop the drinking
and merely sprinkle the various folk with the mead as a way of
sharing it. In a small group one might merely drink as the blessing.
When this is done the Hlautbowl is taken by the Gothi and poured out
onto the ground. This is done as an offering not only to the God
invoked at the blot, but it is also traditional to remember the Earth
Mother at this time, since it is being poured onto her ground. Many
invocations mention the God, Goddess, or spirit being sacrificed to,
and then Mother Earth, as in the Sigrdrifa Prayer "Hail to the Gods
and to the Goddesses as well; Hail Earth that gives to all men."
(Sigrdrifumal 3) With this action, the blot is ended.
Obviously this is a very sparse ritual and if performed alone could be
completed in only a few minutes. This is as it should be, for blots
are often poured not because it is a time of gathering or festivity
for the folk, but because the blot must be poured in honor or petition
of a God or Goddess on their holiday or some other important occasion.
For example, a father tending his sick child might pour a blot to Eir
the Goddess of healing. Obviously he doesn't have time to waste on
the "trappings" of ritual. The intent is to make an offering to the
Goddess as quickly as possible. At some times a full celebration might
not be made of a holiday because of a persons hectic schedule, but at
the least a blot should be made to mark the occasion. However, in most
cases a blot will at least be accompanied by a statement of intent at
the beginning and some sort of conclusion at the end. It might also
be interspersed with or done at the conclusion of ritual theater or
magic. Our kindred, for example, begins the ritual with a chant of
"Odin, Vili, Ve" which connects us to the Gods of creation. Between
the invocation of the God or Goddess and the actual Blot we usually
add a meditation or something else which acts as a focus of the
ritual. Once, for example, we made mead in the middle of a ritual to
Aegir. As part of our blot we also pass the horn three times. The
first time around is a taking in of the power of the charged mead and
all offer a toast to the God(s) of the occasion. The second and third
rounds are open to toasts to other Gods, toasts to the kindred, the
hosts, to pledges, boasting and anything else on wishes to say. It is
essentially a "mini sumble" in the middle of our blot. Always of
course, we remember the purpose of our ritual. We would never toast
one of the Jotnar during a ritual to Thor for example. We have also
added a few steps at the end which are a private affirmation of our
groups kinship with each other and with the Gods.
Basic Outline of the Blot Ritual:
I. Sanctify space with the Hammer rite
II. Invocation of the Deity
III. Secondary Activities supporting the blot: meditation etc.
IV. Load mead by offering it to the God
V. Pass mead for blessing or sprinkle on folk
VI. Other activities, prayers, etc
VII. Thank the deity
VIII. Pour the libation to the Earth
THE NECKLACE OF A THOUSAND STRANDS
In the beginning that ever was and ever shall be, there was only
Night. She lay sleeping. In Her sleeping, She dreamed. In Her
dreaming, She sighed. In Her sighing, She turned and in Her
turning, She awakened. In Her awakening, She saw naught but
Herself, and found Herself beautiful.
Long did She delight in Her beauty, Her perfection. Her softly
rounded limbs, full body and flowing hair were so magnificent
that She wished to adorn Herself.
She captured Her thoughts, each a brilliantly colored speck of
light, and strung them together to form a Necklace of a Thousand
Strands. This She donned and was pleased.
Each speck sparkled with its own hue and brilliance, creating
spectacular scenes of Night in Her many attitudes and postures.
When Night moved, so did the Necklace of a Thousand Strands.
This created a living, moving mosaic of Night - each image acting
and reacting with other images of Herself.
Though this was beautiful and pleasing to Night, it created in
Her a loneliness. Loneliness to have companionship, loneliness
to have another admire Her great beauty, loneliness to experience
love outside Herself.
Not know how to create this Other that She longed for, She sought
to amuse Herself through movement. She began a stately dance,
slow and measured. As She turned in the figures of the Dance,
wind was created in Her passing, and in it She visualized a
partner, a counterpart.
She sent all Her love and longing into the whirlwind She had
created, and a shadowy form began to take shape. She turned and
spun ever faster, thinking more upon the shape of Her desire.
The form became more solid. It began to take on substance and
reality. It was like, yet unlike, Night. She felt drawn to it
and it was impelled toward Her.
She gloried in Her creation of the form, and it adored Her great
beauty. The Two danced together. The longer They danced, the
stronger and brighter did the fierce spirit of longs and love
grow between Them, Night and Her Shadow.
Her Shadow became all that Night was not, out of Her longing to
be fulfilled, and She was called Day.
Day and Night danced furiously together, and finally, no longer
able to keep apart, made love to one another. In Their wild,
passionate turnings, the Necklace of a Thousand Strands began to
break, a strand at a time. The specks of light went flying off
to become the Stars, to swim about the divine couple, in
beautiful precise patterns, as if to remain a part of Love's
Dance. Thus began the Ages of Loving.
All but one strand broke, and it remains together to this day.
It is seen in the sky, brilliant, breath-taking and
awe-inspiring. We call it the Milky Way.
Dawn and Dusk are the sacred times and places where Night and Day
merge in love's ecstasy. Keep them holy.
- ZS-1-SB -
HOW THE WORLDS AND PEOPLES CAME TO BE
Night and Day danced lovingly and long, through the spectacular,
blazing bits of thought that had flown away by the breaking of
the Necklace. Not long can such love exist with creating of
Itself images that reflect this Great Love.
Many of the bits of brilliance grew heavier and more solid
throughout of passing of the Ages of Loving. These bits were
called Worlds, or Planets.
The Lady and the Lord, Her Consort, looked upon their Worlds,
delighting in each one, and decreed that there should be life
upon them. Life that re-created the Love and Harmony that They
and the Universe shared.
So, They began to form upon these Worlds, rivers and streams and
bodies of water to quench the thirst of the plants and animals
that would henceforth live upon the nurturing breasts of these
These Worlds They called "Little Mothers," for from their soil
would spring all manner of life and it would be sustained by the
Near each of the "Little Mothers" there was always placed a
particularly bright thought-speck, called the "little Fathers."
For Night and Day knew, as we do, that Life must have warmth and
light to truly grow and reproduce.
All Worlds They did not make the same, for diversity and
combination serve to further the Great Love of Themselves.
Having then seen to the Planets and Suns, and too, to the seeding
of the Worlds with all manner of vegetable and animal life, the
Divine Ones rested.
But the Great Goddess was not content. She felt the work was yet
unfinished. She spoke to Her Consort and told Him of a plan. He
agreed, knowing that the Lady knew what was best for Her
Creations - for was She not the Progenitor of All?
Thus, they began to make and mold a people for a World. They
made them in twos, male and female, to reflect the images of
Themselves, and so that the re-enactment of Their Great Love
might take place.
Now we know what people transpired upon this World, but we, as
yet, know not what people were designed to populate other Worlds,
or which Stars they are under by which they flourish by the Lady.
Though we would wish in our hearts to be the only objects of
reflection of their Love, we must never think to believe that
Their Infinite Love, burgeoning across all the Universe, had
created none but Ourselves. Nor that the Divine Ones are so
limited that They have not created many peoples on many Worlds,
though unbeknownst to us. And they - these people of other
Planets, like us, are perfect reflections of that immense, Divine
LIGHT OF THE WOMB
In the warm Womb of Her Mother, She rested and dreamed. She felt
through the membrane all that had passed, did pass, and would
pass with Her Mother. She knew that Her Mother was reckoned to
be beautiful, kind and giving; yet too, She know that those Her
Mother would succor had no thought of her Gifts, and would not
repay kindness with kindness, but rather with rapine and
Light-of-the-Womb knew that She had been seeing future dreams;
that the ugliness and cruelty of Her Mother's foster-children was
yet to come. And so, She resolved in Her heart to become
beautiful but uncaring to those who would grasp at her beauty -
unreachable, yet so desirable that Her Mother's foster-children
would ache in their hearts for desire of Her.
The day of Her birthing came, and as Her Mother shuddered in the
agonies of labor, Light-of-the-Womb cared not for Her own pains,
nor for those of Her Mother - but thought only of Her imminent
freedom that would at last allow Her revenge on
With a heaving surge, She tore free from Her Mother's thrashing
body, and screamed in triumph at Her escape.
Now even as the Daughter knew of all that passed with the Mother,
so did the Mother know of that which passed within the heart and
mind of the Daughter; and She set up a great travail. The waters
of Her Womb crashed and hissed in torment; Her bones creaked and
trembled; Her flesh rent apart in pain and suffering.
Yet in Her great Agony, the Mother cried out to Her Child, "Oh,
Daughter! Light-of-My-Womb! Why do you betray your Heritage?"
And in coldness, did the Daughter answer, "I would not be as You,
Mother, to be ravaged by the uncaring; to be ignored by the
lesser who have no sense of what they do; who see not beauty in
its truest form!"
And She placed Herself a distance from Her Mother; away from the
warmth of Her embrace - yet within the reach of Her low, gentle
Long ages passed, and the uncaring Child danced Her empty dance
about the abode of Her Mother, growing more delighted with Her
own frozen beauty; more strongly determined to exact revenge upon
those who would bring pain and sorrow and disgrace upon Her
Mother. Her light of beauty shone silvery and pristine upon Her
Mother's sleeping form.
When the fosterlings came, at first they were reverent, and gave
back to the Mother tokens of esteem and praise - all that they
could with their limited abilities. Though Light-of-the-Womb saw
this, She waited - unforgiving of the future grief She knew they
Always did the fosterlings worship Light-of-the-Womb, and She fed
upon this worship as Her due, but did not soften towards them.
Some of Her coldness touched the fosterlings and made them, too,
a bit cold. But She cared not.
In truth, She became more cold and disdainful, at times even
bringing madness to those who cared too deeply for Her. It was
right and correct that they should worship Her beautiful Self,
for was She not delicate and gracious in Her gift of Silver Light
as Her Mother slept? Did not She cause Her mother's Love for Her
to control the planting and growing of the food they ate? She,
did She not, caused Her Mother's blood, Her salty Womb to pulse
in rhythm to Her turning dance.
She ignored Her Father's brilliance, though She privately
admitted that it was from Him She had inherited her gentle glow.
At time, His anger flared at Her, then would Her gentle Mother
intercede, coming between the Two, as if to protect the Daughter
from His furious gaze. At these times, a bitter cold came upon
Light-of-the-Womb, and Her cruel humor turned to dark despair.
As soon as Her Father's wrath had cooled, Her mother would move
gently away, exposing Light-of-the-Womb slowly to Her Father's
gaze, so that He might remember the beauty of His Daughter.
Light-of-the-Womb began after a time to feel shame, and regularly
turned Her face from Her Parents - so that at times only a sliver
of Her shining countenance could be seen. Though She suffered
shame at her disdainful ways, She found She could not change.
For all heat in Her had died over the long ages, and no more was
there the white hot rushing of blood in her veins. She had
become stone - trapped by her own frozen vanity.
So now, as She looks upon those fosterlings that tear at Her
Mother's pride and beauty, She cannot aid Her in any way, save to
soothe Her Mother with Her silvery light, and to cause desire in
the fosterlings' hearts. Her beauty and unapproachability tugs
at their hearts, causing their bodies' water to flow in Her
timeless rhythms - making them turn a portion of their desire for
Her upon their fellow fosterlings. Lovers, too, pray to Her and
are heard. The mad are sacred to Her, known as Moon-calves.
Upon Her full face can be seen a look of surprised sadness, for
She cannot partake of Her Mother's Fate, save to watch - and know
that She, too, will be ravaged. But since She never gave of
warmth and substance, there will never be regret in the stripping
of Her bones. And only a cold, frozen thought is lodged in Her
heart, remembering what love was.
No tears fall from Her eyes, for Her waters are wasted, and Her
blood is dried up; but a little remains of Her liquids; enough to
warn the wise when rain will come. At these times She dons a
halo of opalescent light to show the only She can, that She is
still the daughter of Her Parents and that though She cannot feel
love or give love, She can inspire that emotion in Her Mother's
fosterlings when they gaze up at Her and call Her - Moon.
HOW THE SEASONS CAME TO BE
In the beginning of the green World, the Lady Night did dance
upon the Earth's breast. She delighted in all the Earth - the
growing herbs, the animals, the insects, the birds of the air,
the creatures of the waters, and all that made up this pleasant
She exulted in the warmth of the sunny days and cool nights. She
ruled this world with Her companion and counterpart, the Bright
King, whom She had fashioned out of Her longing for love. His
name was Day; the brightness of the Sun shone from His visage.
Great was their joy in one another, and in the green fertile
World about Them.
The Earth became more and more full of Her creations - crowding
happily in on one another, until there was little room to Dance
or move about, and the Earth groaned under Life's weight.
Mother Earth complained to Father sun, the They consulted with
each other on how they might best serve the Great Goddess, and at
the same time relieve the burden that rested so heavily on
Earth's weary body.
After much talking, they could not decide what they must do, and
Father Sun told Mother Earth that since her's was the pain, so
must Her's be the solution. And He turned away His Face and
shrouded Himself in robes of seething clouds.
Coldness fell upon the Earth, and many things cried out in loss
an pain. For was not the Sun needful to them for Life? Many
things began to wilt and shrivel close to the Little Mother's
bosom, looking for solace. Many things burrowed deep, sleeping
until a more favorable time.
Then Mother Earth devised a plan - let there be two halves to the
year - the bright and warm, and the dark and cold. Thus would
the burden lighten somewhat, when the things shriveled for a
Father Sun once again looked upon Mother Earth, and agreed that
Her plan might work well. "But who would rule the dark time?" He
"Let the Lord be the Master of the cold season, " She replied.
"Then can the Lady renew and replenish all things after His
Father Sun felt it would not be wise to leave the Lady
companionless. Why could there not be two - one to rule the
bright and one to rule the dark. He wished that the Bright Lord
should remain in the warm time; for He was straight of limb,
bright of visage, and merry of heart. Too, Father Sun thought
the Lady would wish a companion to compliment Her beauty, be
light-hearted in all ways, thus making the task of renewing all
the more joyous.
Mother Earth thought long on this, and at last sent a choice of
her own. The man was strong and dark of countenance. He had not
the great beauty of Father Sun's choice, nor were His ways
light-hearted and merry. He was much given to thinking, planning
and building. He was much given to practicalities, and could be
counted upon to the clearing away of the extra weight that so
burdened Mother Earth.
On a day designated by Sun and Earth, the two Lords met in a
glade where the Lady sat twining ropes of flowers in her tresses,
and draping them about Her body. As She surveyed the two Lords,
She felt chill from the Dark One. He seemed so stern and
forbidding! The Bright One caused Her heart to dance. She ran
gaily off, holding the hand of the Bright Lord, singing and
The Dark One said nothing. He went far to the North, where the
sun's rays were weaker, and the vegetation sparser. He built
Himself a fortress, and hunted for foods, preparing them in
strange ways so that they would last a long while. These, He
stored, and then set about making furniture and pots of fired
clay in which to cook. After a time, He had made a snug and
comfortable home for Himself, with room enough for guests.
The Lady and Bright Lord payed Him no mind, gaily Dancing and
playing and loving. They planted seeds, tended them lovingly,
and then at the fruits of Their Harvest.
On the day the Sun stood still in His journey, the frolicking
Lady and Lord felt a sudden chill. There, in the meadow, where
first the Three had met, stood the Dark One. He held out His
hand to invite the Maiden Lady to come with Him.
The Bright Lord sheltered the Maiden in His arms, refusing to let
her go, clinging with all the love of Life that was His nature.
The Lady held close to the Bright King, refusing to look upon the
"Then," said that Dark Other. "We fight!" They took up arms
against One Another, and it seemed as if the Bright King was
winning for a time. The Maiden Lady clapped Her hands in glee.
The Sun and Earth watched this battle passively; it seemed to go
on forever. But the sun must not stay His course in the Sky,and
as sunset approached, the strength of the Bright King waned. The
Dark Lord, He of the Earth's devising, seemed neither to lose or
gain strength, but remained constant. He struck a great blow
against the Bright King, who fell down, dying. The golden grain
drooped heavy heads, and the fruits of the trees fell to the
ground in sorrow. The flowers began to wither, though new ones
sprang up, blood red from the Life fluids of the dying God.
The Lady gave out a sorrowful cry, and the tree leaves changed
their colors - some golden in honor of the Bright King's hair,
some as red as His blood, and others the color of the Earth that
was to receive Him into Her bosom.
The Lady heaped flowers upon the still form of the Bright King,
and mourned Him in a sorrowful song; a song that raced through
the branches of the trees, who added their own mournful tones.
Though the blood of the Bright King cried out for revenge, the
Dark Lord ignored it, and grasping the Lady firmly by the hand,
took Her off to His home in the North.
The fallen fruits and flowers dissolved in sorrow, into the Earth
Mother's breast. The seeds of their yearning for Life lay
dreaming of the long summer they had known; remembering the
shining love that the Lady and Her Consort had shared with all
Now Father sun was angry that Mother Earth's choice should win
over His Bright King in battle, and took Himself off a ways from
Her. The World became colder. Without the love of the Maiden,
the Brightness of the youth, and the warmth of Father Sun, Earth
began to sleep under a blanket of white. So, too, slept all but
the most hardy of plants, trees, and animals.
Though the Maiden resisted Him at first, She soon came to love
the Dark One for His differences, and She learned much from Him,
and He from Her.
Then one day, the Sun stood quite still, viewing the Earth,
thinking how still and pale She looked - and how it was not Her
fault that her Champion had won. He sent a pale ray of light
down into the Caven Fortress where the Dark One ruled as Lord,
the Lady by His side. And lo, a son was born to Them. His
visage was bright and shining, as He laughed and played in His
For a time, the Dark One was jealous of the Child, for He knew it
was the Bright One, returned. Then, as the Child grew to
manhood, the Dark King sent Him away.
The Lady, refreshed from Her confinement, followed the Youth.
Again, Spring came to the World.
Now, this story is many times repeated. Neither the Bright King
or the Dark One ever own the Maiden-Lady for all time, but must
share Her. This must be, so the World be a true World, that the
Four Seasons go apace to turn the wheel of the Year, and that all
may learn that Life and Death and Life are but a cycle, and that
Hope is always near.
THE REASON FOR DEATH
A time after the Lady began Her yearly trip through the Seasons,
sharing Her reign first with the Bright King, then the Dark King,
She began to notice that when She returned to the Upper World,
many of the things She loved had perished. She spent much time
replenishing the Earth with new plants and animals. This work
was joyous - as the creation of New Life is always joyous - but
She puzzled over it.
She inquired of her Companion, the Bright King, but He had no
knowledge of what was happening to those things that had
perished. He slyly suggested that when next She traveled to the
Dark Lands to rule with the Dark King, to ask Him - the Dark One
and Rival to the Bright King - the question that haunted Her so.
"Perhaps," said the Bright One, "It is some mischief that He, the
Dark One, has gotten up to. Then you shall have an answer."
Thus, during Her next time with the Dark Lord, She inquired into
the matter. He answered, saying, "Yes, 'tis I." Angered, She
demanded to know why all the things She loved must wither and
perish away at His command - for was not the growing and care of
all things Her own right?
He told Her that Death was the rest and release for all things.
That all things must wither and pass away for a time, to make
room for new things - New Life. He explained that mortals and
animals and plants,not being of the fine, high, spiritual stuff
as Themselves, were unable to sustain the fullness of Life for a
long while - that they grew weary and longed for peace.
She became anguished at the thought of the pains of her
creations, and wished to know for Herself how they fared in their
short lives. The Dark King bade her go into a mortal body for
its normal span to learn of sorrow, pain, age,and the longing for
So She did go into the mortal body of a woman-seed in the womb of
one of Her people. she was born in great travail, suffered all
the pangs of growing up, and then She began to age. The mortal
years passed through Her as days, and yet it was hard and
wearisome. Pains beset her, her joints grew stiff, Her eyes dim,
and Her mind uncertain. The many wisdoms She had gained, She
spun as tales for little children sprawled by the hearth-fire on
bitter Winter days. she knew that though they listened now, they
would forget all She had told,and have to learn and re-learn it
all in their own time. Sadness fell upon the Goddess.
At last, troubled greatly by Her body's infirmities, She begged
the Lord's release from the body that encompassed her spirit.
The Dark Lord, Ruler of Death, closed Her eyes with a gentle,
loving hand, and lifted Her forth. Her bright, shining presence
was once again strong and beautiful.
The Lady's tears fell golden to the ground, capturing an insect,
a flower - and froze there, in the cold light of Her
understanding. These tears are found by mortals even today, and
prized as gems. Not all have forgotten the beauty of the meaning
of those golden teardrops.
She turned to the Dark Lord, smiling. She said, "I knew not that
I knew not, but You have shown Me that peace, and rest and
renewal are the rewards Death gives at the end of a hard and
treacherous life. How sad it is that these mortals know nothing
of Our Glory, save at the end of physical existence." He
replied, "Lady, it is Law; whatever You have brought into
existence never truly ceases to exist, but merely is changed into
She pondered long on this, and then turned to the Dark Lord and
said, "Therefore, let Us give them the ecstasy of Love for one
another, that they may touch upon this great beauty while on
Earth. Let it be the hope that spurs them on, though life seems
hard at times. And let them remember and love one another again,
when they have returned to physical form." "So be it," said He.
The Lady gathered up Her frozen tears, and strung them together
with pieces of jet, taken from the Dark Lord's Hall. this
necklace was to remind Her always of the intervals of Life and
Death of all things.
The Lord kissed her hand twice, and watched Her walk away to
green the Earth once more, resplendent in Her new understanding
of Life, Love and Death.
KARMA: THE WHEEL AND THE SPIRAL
The Lady of the Wheel of the Year, having learned that Death was
a necessary part of Life, returned to her Bright King, and
together they Danced with great joy, greening the Earth - so that
all was again covered in blossoming, bursting Life. From time to
time, She would see one of Her People in sorrow and travail, and
She would remember that existence. She felt a pang of sorrow,
recalling the despair at pain and trouble that mortals felt all
through their lives.
Only in the midst of Love or at the end of physical existence did
they know bliss. Too often, even the bliss of Love was forgotten
in the throes of hardship and misery. Too, She realized, that
though there was rest and succor at the end of physical
existence, the mortals knew no hope for betterment, other than
peace at Life's end.
At first, She did not speak of this to either the Bright Kin or
the Dark Lord. She pondered privately upon the cycle of Life,
Death, and Rebirth; the Seasons of the wheel of the year, and at
last made a decision. Conferring first with One then the Other,
the Lady persuaded her two Lords to consider a plan to help Her
people. That They might more readily accept Her plan, She
presented it as a game.
This game, She called Karma: it was an elaborate system of
debits and credits by which the players could judge the progress
of the playing pieces - the pieces being the People. Now, the
actual living on Earth was only part of the game - the first
stage - to be clever enough to survive danger, disease,hunger and
other pieces maneuvering for the same. the second stage was how
well the pieces maneuvered for the prizes - and how honorable
they went about achieving their goals (a credit), and how
dishonorably they chose to act (a debit).
Adding a further twist to the game, She insisted that when a
piece had achieved the full round of the twelve-spoked wheel -
having experienced and mastered the lessons of each spoke and
returned a final time to the hub (known as the Summerland), that
a third level be added. this third level, being on of the
Spirit, gave the pieces a chance to grasp from a Higher Existence
than that of merely bettering the Physical Self.
To expedite the counting up of credits and debits for each piece,
She created a body of beings known as the Lords of Karma. She
set before Them the cosmic Laws of Order and Existence, and gave
into Their keeping the Akashic Records - the golden, flowing
source of all that is, was, and ever shall be.
Then She instructed the Two Lords in the Game, that They might
watch with interest and understanding. Too, that They might
cheer on or aid a piece that caught Their fancy or touch Their
hearts with its struggles. They, nor the Lords of Karma were
judged - for it is only by the Cosmic Laws of Order and Existence
in the Providence of the Divine One to judge the Creations.
As the Game advanced, much to the enjoyment of the observers,
there seemed to be a missing element. the Dark Lord too the Lady
aside and said, "Never meaning criticism, My Dearest Lady of
Life, but is it not pointless if Your piece do not know they can
strive toward better lives and higher aims?" The Lady thought
upon this, and told the Lord that He was correct, and that She,
herself, must resolve this flaw in the pattern.
She gave a banquet and invited all those of the Greater and
Lessor Pantheons, explaining to them the Game, and the reason She
must prepare for a Journey - Journey which would take Her once
again into the World of Mortals.
All the Beings of Light were grieved, for They love the Lady
fully, and did not like her to be absent from Them. but She
promised Them that though She must journey far, as long as Love
was, there was She, also. She then departed on Her Journey to
the Plane of Mortal Existence and was not seen again for a Tim in
the Halls of Light and Love.
THE CRAFT OF THE WISE
Now the Lady made Her journey to the Plane of Mortal Existence,
and on the way, She passed through many other realms: Those of
spirits and phantasms, and those of the elements. She dwelt a
time in each realm, gathering the essences of each one about Her,
layer upon layer, to clothe Herself. These essences were
necessary, for the Plane of Mortal Existence is made up of all of
these elements, seen and unseen.
Too, She spent time with Light-of-the-Womb, experiencing Her
quiet pain, her self-imposed penance. The Great Goddess reminded
her Little Sister, Moon, that all things work together in
Harmony, and that one day, Her great sacrifice would be repaid in
Then coming at last to her destination, the Goddess once again
clothed herself in Human Flesh. She clothed Herself in all the
pain and sorrow, and the joy that is the Fate of Humankind. Back
She went - back to the sensations of the five senses. Back to
the heavy physical vehicle that Human souls use to transport
themselves about. Back to a coarse and humble life; one from
which She could study her people more fully, and teach them that
which they must know.
She chose not to go back into the body of a strong warrior, nor
yet on of great physical feminine beauty - but rather as a plain,
slender young woman. Her eyes were brown as the Earth in which
She dug for roots; Her hair was as brown as the bark; Her skin
weathered a bit by the elements. though She dressed as drabbly
as any other mortal girl, there was still a spark, an intensity
that could not be denied. this, the Goddess Herself, could not
change, for otherwise, She would not be present.
The sparkle of Divinity that shone from Her eyes drew others to
Her in a warm bond. they listened to Her teach the secrets of
planting and growing things, the ways of animals and fish and
fowl; the flying birds and insects; secrets of water, wind and
Too, She instructed them in the Way. She taught them of the
Spiral Dance of the Universe, that same spiral that is found in
the very cells of their bodies. She instructed them in the
Mysteries - those of Birth, and Death, and Rebirth; and in doing
so, explained the Game of Karma.
When She taught them all they could learn, She told them that She
must go once again to her Halls of Love and Light, but that they
might call upon Her in times of need, and She would hear and
answer. She told them that the phases of the Moon would show the
Among them She left One whom She had taken as a Consort and
Helper. He was a Forest Lord, Protector of the Wilds; He would
as as Her Regent upon the Earth while She was away.
The people wept bitterly, for they could not bear to be without
their beloved Goddess. But the Lord comforted them, saying,
"Does She not love you enough to come amongst you? To provide a
Regent for your comfort - to promise you an Eternal Life in Her
Love at the end of the Spiral Dance?"
And they built many temples and places of worship. Sacred were
the many Springs where She had drunk. Sacred, too, were the many
Groves where She had slept. And too, those places of power where
She had wrought the Magicks of the Spiral Dance for the
edification and delight of Her children.
Those She taught well became Her Priests and Priestesses - and
they continue to instruct Her People in Her Ways.
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|Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 12:52 pm Post subject: Re: akashic records
|how to read or get to it?
you'll find loads of information about this.much of it overcomplicates and confuses many people.keep it as simple as possible when you're starting out.think of the Akashic Records as Carl Jung's colllective unconscious.it's more than this,but the psychological description should help you create a clearer picture of what it is.how to access is pretty easy,but it does take much confidence.in the beginning,you'll probably be naturally skeptical.keep going.
relax as much as possible.in your mind,imagine yourself floating up to a huge hall of records.build this massive hall in your mind,complete with help[ers and contraptions and whatever else you want.this hall of records has a record of everything that ever happened,everything that will happen on a future timeline,everyone etc.in other words,everythng conceiveable,and many things unconceiveable.request something.maybe you have little elf helper librarian type people.say "i require the record for [x]"let your little friend retrieve the record.maybe the record is dusty old book form.read the record.thank your hall and bring yourself back to normal consciousness.write down what you learned.
the records are a place in your own mind.your subconscious has access.learn to trust it's wisdom.
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|Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 1:38 am Post subject:
|If the holographic theory of the universe is verified. It means that the akashic record would be the universe. Since the universe is so beyond comprhehensibley large. You would need a way to filter that information. I wonder how many made people were the ones who had to much access to the Akashic record.
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Location: Mojave Desert
|Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 9:42 pm Post subject:
|Mean made mad from information overload.
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Location: Mojave Desert
|Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 12:30 am Post subject:
|That is what I meant to say. Mad mad from information overload.
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