Spinning the Akashic Record
by Connie Carmichael
He picked up the book and sat down. He wondered if he should start at the beginning or end at the beginning and start at the end to get to the beginning. He was still thinking about it when he noticed a small figure in the distance walking towards him. As the figure got closer, he could tell it was a small child. He recognized the child before it reached him and called out to it, "There you are." The child sat down beside him and leaned its head against his arm.
Without thinking about it he opened the book. Words flew off the pages and fell like soft rain all around him. As each word hit the floor it began to take on a form and life of its own, and like thread unwinding from a spool, his life fell everywhere around him.
He saw his parents waving to him from the front seat of an old car. He saw the old farm and his beloved grandparents and all of his uncles and aunts. He saw his sweetheart and the ring that was hidden deep in the pockets of his trousers. He saw the dead and dying soldiers he had tried to save. He saw his wife waving to him from the gate in front of their house. He saw his children and heard them calling out to him. He saw his grandchild and tried to reach out to her.
He felt all of the love, joy, sorrow and pain that was his. He saw his wife and children standing beside him and the room was a vibration of silver, weaving a sea of dreams. His tears fell backwards as he took the child's hand and moved on without them.
He flew down a long hallway and came upon the room where all knowledge was stored. It was all there: every lifetime of his soul, every thought, every deed. He was surrounded by a long bookcase that seemed to stretch into infinity. He thought of his name, and a book fell out of the bookcase and landed at his feet. He looked down and saw his name etched into the cover. 
He picked up the book and sat down. He wondered if he should start at the beginning or end at the beginning and start at the end to get to the beginning. He was still thinking about it when he noticed a small figure in the distance walking towards him. As the figure got closer, he could tell it was a small child. He recognized the child before it reached him and called out to it, "There you are." The child sat down beside him and leaned its head against his arm.
Without thinking about it he opened the book. Words flew off the pages and fell like soft rain all around him. As each word hit the floor it began to take on a form and life of its own, and like thread unwinding from a spool, his life fell everywhere around him.
He saw his parents waving to him from the front seat of an old car. He saw the old farm and his beloved grandparents and all of his uncles and aunts. He saw his sweetheart and the ring that was hidden deep in the pockets of his trousers. He saw the dead and dying soldiers he had tried to save. He saw his wife waving to him from the gate in front of their house. He saw his children and heard them calling out to him. He saw his grandchild and tried to reach out to her.
He felt all of the love, joy, sorrow and pain that was his. He saw his wife and children standing beside him and the room was a vibration of silver, weaving a sea of dreams. His tears fell backwards as he took the child's hand and moved on without them.
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Illustration: D. S. SanAngelo, Unity.
posted by M. | 5:38 PM
15 Comments:
Reminds me of what a number of people have been saying on this web site recently. Quoting Leslee J. Klinsky "It is up to you to act on the information received for your highest good".
What is this story trying to say? Every story has a point. What is the point to this one? Is it about being one drugs?
GReat story Connie! I like your insight on one's own life. I get it...
To 7:27--I see no evidence whatsoever that this story is about drugs, although that depends upon your subjective reading. In this kind of work, the reader is asked to participate actively in understanding. It's a two-way street driven by the both writer and reader. Indeed, asking questions is a good place to start, but try to ask more specific questions of the story. Look directly at what puzzles you. At what point did you start having difficulty? Look there first. Present your questions not to the writer but to the story.
To me it sounds like his life has flashed before him as he entered the gates of heaven, no?
jaw
I see a man that had died and saw the tunnel of light...to Heaven....and everything from his past was flashing before him,family,friends,a lost child of his own. He looks back,through the pages of his own life and then...decides to cross over...into Heaven rather than have the doctors and his own willpower to survive. He makes the final decision of his own life...to get out,while he has a chance to,and cross over....now to be with that harmless,innocent child who died an untimely death. Heaven holds a place for all children and I believe this dying man chose eternal life now rather than later, in Heaven where he would no longer have to feel the pain and agony of a child that he had previously watched die. He knew that child was leading him in the right direction.
I agree with 4:14 that is my interpation of the story. Very nicely done.
To 4:14, just beautiful how you put your interpretations into words. What a devastatingly beautiful way to enter a new life.
jaw
Here is a Description of "Akashic Record" that I copied directly from Wikipedia (URL:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_Record)
"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."
Sometimes it helps me to experience something more fully if I pick out any terms I don't understand and look them up. It's not something one has to do, but I felt enriched by doing a bit of reading about the "Akashic Record," which I had never heard of before.
The title now suggests to me the idea that, for instance, life is a molecular as well as a human experience, and what we call experience could be attributed to molecules, which have a life. When one form of molecular energy exhausts itself, it only means that that energy has changed into another form of energy. It has transformed. It has not ceased to exist. On that level, No one and nothing ceases. You are composed of water and elements that have been in existence in one form or another forever. That they have memory is a novel idea for us, I am sure. But on some level or for some purposes, it might be useful for us to think that way.
But back to the story: For me the experience described is one we have all had - Any possible way we can be touched by the story has been around forever, so even if we have no similar experience, it exists in our imagination.
But where's our imagination? Where is our soul? Maybe it's in the (a)ether. Does that mean that what we give to and draw from the ether has always been there? And if so, is the child very far away from the grandfather in the story? The two worlds; the one in which the Record Exists, and the one that the Grandfather appears to hover in before leaving, only exist separately in our perception.
I'm going to stop before I start spinning my own record...
It could be that he is the child and the child is also his spiritual guide. I always thought that the akashic record or field, is like a time machine that we all have access to. There is a lot of information available about Edgar Cayce and his ability to travel to the akashic plane.
Connie ---
Ever dip into Jorge L. Borge, the Argentina writer of the early century who made famous the genre magical realism?
You should pick some of his up if you can.
Jeff M
Thanks for the information Jeff. I had not heard of him but I will see what I can find.
If you have not seen the movie "What the Bleep do we know?" It is well worth the viewing.
Unfortunately it has been exposed as a promotion for "Ramtha," the woman featured in parts of it who claims to be an ancient (??? --not sure what kind of ancient but if you see the movie you'll know what I am talking about -- and her expensive school that followers pay a hefty price to attend.) Still, it presents quantum physics in a very mystical way, and is very entertaining.
I liked it enough to buy copies on both DVD and VHS. Marlee Matlin plays the main character in the story line.
Good story and visuals.
This is a beautiful piece. I hope that when my father passed, he had an experience very similar to that that the writer describes. It would comfort me to feel that he did. Thank you for that measure of comfort
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