Forgotten Encounters With the Akashic Records
I thought I knew the moment when the Akashic Records were introduced to my awareness. I was at work in a glove atelier nestled in French sheep country, sewing away on a pair of leather gloves for a luxury fashion brand, trying to distract myself from whatever mink or sequins I was applying to the cuffs with that week’s supply of podcasts. I’d worked my way through a series of nutrition episodes, energized by all I’d just learned about the microbiome (yes, I get weirdly energized by such things), and had taken a turn into the subject of intuition. The guest spoke about how she’d been led to the Akashic Records, and her first experiences with them.
As I heard them described, it felt like my question of what happened to the thoughts and inner worlds we’d created while alive was being answered. As all is matter and energy, and thoughts and ideas can create cellular changes, things like memories of our lives or the creation of an inner world had to be different, set in motion solely by our existence and a specific energy that would not exist without that existence. So as our physical tissues decayed, where was all that energy that was at play? Unlike the body, it obviously wasn’t in the form of a physical object that could cycle back into food and fertilizer for the Earth and become what it once was. So where did it go, this alteration of energy into a kind of creation? Listening to the podcast, I realized it was recorded in our Akashic Record.
The more I heard, the more I felt called to this realm with a certainty that I’d be able to access it. When she spoke of the book from which she’d learned to enter the Records, I slowly decided to do the same. From there began my exploration.
For a long time, that day at work had seemed like the first time I’d learned what they were. The term was familiar, and I vaguely assumed I’d heard them mentioned in reference to Christianity. Like so many terms, rules, and history on that subject, I hadn’t been interested in finding out more. A while after I started entering the Records myself, a memory came to me, and I realized that podcast wasn’t at all my first encounter.
My aunt has always been a dabbler in at least a little bit of the esoteric, in a curious quiet kind of way. When I was little and stayed over for nights of eating buttered popcorn in front of Mad About You or The X-Files after a day of painting, drawing, or making paper pressed with petals from her garden, I’d sleep in the book-lined guest room. There, I found things I’d never heard about from Feng Shui to the indigenous people of Santa Fe, as well as a good amount of Edgar Cacye. I’d browse the shelves looking for something interesting, and I’d often find it, though some of it went over my child mind.
One night, unable to sleep in the too cold room, I found one that spoke of a place of light and infinite support in which one could receive answers about almost anything in life. There was a short prayer and instructions to cover yourself with light before using it. The next day, kneeling on the floor in the intensity of light that comes only through the leaded windows of old houses (I probably thought the covering yourself in light part was literal), I read the instructions carefully before reading the prayer, convinced I was about to see instant magic, and also wondering if I should be doing this. After reading it, I waited. Now, I understand that what I experienced was a shift, a feeling, but as one might expect from a child promised a magical realm, the subtlety of what I was receiving made me dismiss it. I felt a little like maybe I just wasn’t special enough to do this. I’d expected words, visions, a full on conversation with whatever this thing was.
What small child is drawn to an Edgar Cayce book enough to pull it out and read it, wanting so much to be a part of what its pages described? I now see this experience as one of those touchstones along the length of life that is like a dipping of the toe into something that you will one day plunge into. Maybe the next time you put a whole foot in, then meet others that lead you in up to your knees, until finally something finally clicks and you dive head first. You know then you were headed there all along, being incrementally primed. Something in you just needed to be ready to meet it at a different level.
Have you noticed these kinds of patters in your own life?
What has sparked a curiosity in you, a pull to something that seems to resurface on its own as you’ve moved through the years?
Even though you may be unsure what to do with it, trust it as part of the process. Something in you probably already knows, just as the child version of me did, speaking words she was sure would take her somewhere magical. In the end, she was right.
Wherever you are now in your call to the Records, be it a pull to access them or simply knowing it will be something you always let someone else translate for you, it’s all supportive. If you have questions about your own path-