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Remembering the Akashic- March 18th

Okay so during Wednesday's class, the Akashic was spoken about. In this lifetime I have never heard of this concept, not until hearing the words from your mouths (Kirsten, Natoya, Stephanie thank you for this activation). I was curious what it was so did a quick google search that night before I went to bed. I basically surmised that it is this cosmic library which holds records of every action, thought, being, timeline, dimension, legit EVERYTHING that has ever happened and that ever will happen (slash all happening simultaneously outside the borders of linear space and time). That night I went to bed and was having downloads all night about what felt like the Akashic. I woke up multiple times with a start asking what was going on (I loved that you spoke about this last night Natoya and how that is your consciousness aggressively blasting back into your 3D body- I do this ALL THE TIME. It's a running joke between my partner and I that I am always waking up all chaotically through the night thrashing around and asking "what the fuck is going on? What happened!?!?!" lol! Love this new perspective I have on it now. I am just traveling the cosmos like a galactic mother fucker does! )

Anyways... I woke up the next morning and laid out my morning mediation set up that I have been doing. I light a candle and surround myself with crystals. I burn incense. The past few days have been pretty intense body healing sessions, this one took me some other place. Thank you Natoya for all the activations... they greatly supported me in experiencing what I did- the golden staircase as you will see.., And getting there with out "guidance" LOL obviously I WAS SUPER FUCKING GUIDED- but I have yet to really journey in meditation without the voice of another human in my current timeline. So this is "new" deeply exciting territory for me. for anyone interested this is what I saw....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqaHNVgFTv4&t=3948s&ab_channel=ZenLifeRelax

This was the music I was listening to the first Akashic meditation and it really activated such a beautiful experience. I encourage you to journey with it! (Maybe while reading this story...)

I am lying on the floor of my bedroom in the fetal position. My body feels tired but alive. I have recently woken up. I turn onto my back and lay my hands comfortably behind my head. I open the portal of my heart chakra. A spiralling golden staircase stretches from the opening of my heart to the ceiling of my bedroom and beyond. This staircase is beautiful, glittering with golden iridescence. My mother and spirit guide sits on the armchair in the corner of the room. She is in her Siriun form, adorned in a deep inky blue cloak with golden stars embedded all over. The cloak looks as though it contains maps of a galaxy, a guide back to our home planet. She sits calmly, supporting me in my exploration.

Out of the open portal of my heart, the brilliant white rainbow orb of light which I know to be my pure essence raises out of my chest and floats about a foot above my body. Then it begins to ascend the golden spiral staircase. Mother joins me on the ascent. Half way through, my pure light form transforms into my Siriun form. Like my mother I am adorned in a majestic blue and gold cloak which shimmers and swirls like cosmic smoke around me. My hair is long and embedded with glittering magic just like my cloak. My mother and I embrace once I have taken this form. Then we join hands and continue to ascend the staircase out of my room leaving my body behind in a dome of protective pink golden light.

We climb the stairs until we reach a pillow of clouds which we walk through. Standing at the top of the staircase is a great arching golden doorway. The doors are closed, infinite geometric shapes animate the door. In the centre is a perfect keyhole. My intuition tells me to reach out my angel essence towards the keyhole. The swirling white light reaches out of my chest towards the keyhole, gently illuminating it with the source of me. Once my light reaches the keyhole the geometric shapes of the door start swirling urgently before clicking into place. Once the last piece has clicked into place I stand before a glorious and infinitely complex and divine mandala. For a moment I bask in the magical presence of this mandala, and then, the door opens.

As the doors gently glide open, a majestic and glorious hall is revealed to me, a cosmic library, the most exquisite library I have ever seen. Rows and rows of bookshelves home to endless books that radiate and glow, each a little differently, but together creating a perfect frequency of love, wonder, magic. I feel so at peace, like I have returned to my favourite place, even though I had forgotten it. High above the bookshelves is a cosmic dome, woven with the tones of a million angel voices. The voices emit a pure frequency of love, showering the library in peace and wonder. Every cosmic thread in me sighs in relief before stretching into a deep and long forgotten smile. Down below my cells expand and relax in my body.

“Welcome back. We have been waiting for you.” the angel voices sing to me in exquisite harmony. I radiate with pure gratitude at the homecoming. I recognize the ancient and eternal frequency of this place. It is so pure and so familiar. It feels like home.

I start walking down the main corridor of the library in awe, gazing upon the millions of books. One book catches my eye and calls out to be opened. I take this book down from the shelf and open it. A burst of rainbow shimmering energy unfurls from the opened spine, I find myself slipping into the pages of the book and being transported to another place.

I am one with the source of all life. I am a facet of Source Creator. Although essentially formless, if I were to describe it, it would be as though I was one fractal of rainbow light among infinite fractiles of the one same source. One with Mother Father God, with the Angels, with the Elohim. I only feel the pure frequency of love. Fear, doubt, shame, none of these exist in me. I am completely at peace and in love. I am simply being. Radiating as one with the Creator. I exist in this consciousness until Source Creator asks to send me down into the world of form where I can experience Source made manifest, where I can experience the world of form. Where I can radiate this pure love energy into the world of matter. What a gift! What a precious gift to play in the infinite unfolding of God’s creation. Since I do not know the frequency of fear, I do not flinch when I am told that I might forget where I come from. God tells me that although I may forget and be tricked into thinking that I am separate from them, I will never be. A heavenly thread will ALWAYS connect me back to Source. God tells me that there is no force of darkness in the universe strong enough to break this bond. That it is protected with the most high love energy of all creation, and that it can never be destroyed. With one last loving moment of embrace I descend and detach from Source. I begin to descend into the world of form.

This is when my consciousness starts to pour back out of the book into the library. I turn to my Mother and we both have tears in our eyes. What a joy to remember.

Eager to learn more I start opening more books. Their frequencies of expression I do not yet remember. I tell myself that I must return here regularly to remember these ancient codes and thus re-member every infinite part of me.

I open one book that calls to me and see that it’s shimmering pages are empty. I know that one day I will return to this book and dive in, creating a new timeline, a new dimension, a new complex and perfect exploration of existence. I know my soul is divinely protected and eternal and that I needn’t fear death.

As I walk the halls of the library I do not want to leave, yet I feel my Earth body calling me back. A grumbling in my Earth body’s tummy asks me to return. The angels recognize my resistance and tell me that this library exists outside the limits of space and time, and that I can return at any moment. That I need not fear running out of time, such a concept does not exist in this great hall. With relief I turn to my mother and we walk out of the great golden doors back to the clouded platform. We descend the golden staircase back into my room. Before I reach my body I turn back into my angel essence. Mother guides my energy in the inbetween, back into my body.

I return back into my body through the portal of my heart before sealing this portal and existing in this earthly reality.

The next morning I am aching to go back to this Akashic library. Just as before my Mother waits in her Siriun form in my room. Again I (as my angel essence) exit my body from my open heart portal. With my mother I begin ascending the golden staircase, half way up I return to my Siriun form and Mother and I walk up and up until we reach the great golden doors.

This time as I reach out my essence to the keyhole mother tells me that what I am doing is inputting my creation code into this magical door. The door processes my distinct creation codes and takes the form of the mandala of my spirit which holds all codes of my existence. The door then opens the portal to my Akashic records, the library which holds every instance of my being, past, present, and future. In essence, she tells me, you are walking into a manifested form of your own essence, so that you may play and learn in the wonder of YOU. As she tells me this I remember this truth, these halls ARE me, and in this dimension I can walk through them and explore them as one would stories in a library.

We enter the library of my soul and begin running through the aisles, laughing like children. Each time I turn a corner I see another endless stack of books, the stories of my life, my existence put into word. I am drawn to another book that is stacked high up on a shelf. With ease I take the book in my hands and dive into it’s pages.

I am a shape shifting fairy living in a cabin in the woods. My skin colour, hair colour and texture, body shape, type, sex, change frequently as my mood shifts. Surrounding my cabin and the woods and fields around it is a protective magical dome which I have created to keep out the darkness. No being of darkness may enter unless by the power of a mighty magical being. I made this shield to protect myself and the beings I live with from a fallen Wizard of Darkness. This wizard captures and manipulates creatures into darkness, then sends them through the barrier to disrupt my peaceful existence. I feel him opening the shield as if a curtain with his dark magic. Through this portal he sends the poor creators, twisted into pain and evil. I shoot these creatures with arrows embedded with magic intended to heal them from the wizard’s spell. Sometimes they are transformed and healed, sometimes their soul is too deeply entangled and they do not survive the purging. During my visit one is healed and returns to a furry dog, bear like creature that comes to live with me in my cabin.

In this cabin I play and work and am one with the spirits and the land around me. I pick apples from the apple orchard and strawberries from the fields. I visit the honey bees and sprinkle fairy dust on the ground around their hives which provide them sweet sustenance. In return they give me pieces of their precious honey comb. The bees and I embrace when we make this exchange, they gently touch their buzzing wings against my cheeks. I love them. I put this honeycomb in a pot and heat it with a flame. The wax and the honey separate. I use the wax to make candles and seal baskets for carrying water. I pour the honey in with apples, cinnamon, cream, flour and eggs to make a cake which I bake in the stone oven, governed by Father fire. I give pieces of this cake to my new bear dog furry friend, and I eat the rest of it for breakfast with tea. I offer Father fire Earth (wood) and air (my own breath) in thanks for his gracious presence in my home. I sleep in a room above the main house, built around the majestic branches of a tree. My whole house is built around and in communion with this tree. I have an alter in my room where I pray every day and meditate with the spirit of the tree. I offer the tree water and air in gratitude for the gift of shelter and play which she gives me.

A stream runs through the forest which I take my water from. If you follow the stream upwards you will come across a beautiful crystal pool. I offer the water earth (crystals) and air (my breath) in gratitude for her gifts. I bathe and swim in this crystal pool every morning. I thank her for flowing and giving me life.

I come back to the cabin and go about my daily work and play. Soon I feel called to return to the library. I take one last look around this beautiful home and begin to ascend into the sunlight. Soon I am pouring out of the pages of the book back into my Sirin form in the great library. Mother is waiting there for me. Once again I feel a pang of sadness, resistance to leaving this magical and peaceful place. Suddenly my consciousness leaps to a bird’s eye view of the library. I see it as all existing within my rainbow angel light. I remember that these records, this great hall of my existence does not exist outside of myself. It is a manifested projection of my own creation codes. This exists within me always. I understand that all these timelines, or lifetimes are not past or future. They are present. Existing in the eternal now, simultaneously always. I feel deep contentment and wonder and peace knowing this to be true. I do not feel afraid or resistant to leave. I feel excited to return to my Earth body and continue exploring and creating this one reality, now with an expanded awareness of truth.

I thank the hall. The angels, the books. And I take my Mother’s hand and once again we walk through the portal of the great golden doors and begin our descent back to Earth. Walking down the golden staircase we enter my room, where my body waits. I turn back into my pure angel light before Mother ushers me back into my body. I suddenly take a deep and life affirming breath. Back in this body. Another day on planet Earth. What a gift. I smile in gratitude. I open my eyes. And I live another day.