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AKASHIC RECORDS LIBRARY July 5, 2004 Newly Revised 4/25/06
It is a beautiful sunny day as the goddess Loni gracefully walks up the steps to The Temple of Truth. This temple exists not on Earth, but rather in Etheric Space. It looks quite like a Grecian Temple.
Wearing a softly gathered and flowing white Grecian robe and sandals, Loni’s long golden curls trail down her back in distinct ringlets. Her right arm hugs a book to her chest.
I have been invited to meet Loni today, on The Temple steps, as she has agreed to give me a quick tour of The Akashic Records Library. She greets me with a radiant smile and a handshake. Interestingly, she shakes with her left hand, so she can hang onto her book.
“Excuse my left hand,” she says, “but I never put this book down.”
“What is it?” I ask.
“Oh! This is The Book of Wisdom and Humor,” she answers. “Here. Let me show you.”
She opens the large, thick maroon colored book. To my surprise, a golden light emanates from within it’s pages. And there are no words or pictures!
“This is a very special book,” Loni explains. “It was given to me by A Master. It's empty, yet full of Wisdom and Humor. Whenever someone opens it, they KNOW anything they wish to know. AND they always give a good laugh, as it is ALL very funny!”
“Gee,” I say, chuckling, “No wonder you never want to put it down! I’m amazed.”
I notice there are quite a few famous folks going in and out of The Temple of Truth. I see the enigmatic Quatro and wonder if he is Master P? Lanello, St. Peter, and Swami Beyondananda seem quite comfortable here. Standing outside, on The Temple steps, are several talk show hosts, Howard Stern, David Letterman, Jay Leno, Conan O'Brien, and Craig Ferguson!
“What are THEY doing here?” I ask Loni, wondering if I am hallucinating.
“There are all levels of entrance,” she tells me. “these TV show hosts are too tired to proceed all the way inside. But they are able to bounce in here, onto the steps, once in awhile. They usually wait and ask for help from some unemployed angels.” |
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“Angels have full access to The Library,” Loni continues. “So some comedians and the like, fly here in their sleep, contact an unemployed angel, and then the angels tell them jokes and interesting tidbits of information. On Earth this is called ‘Inspiration’ and ‘Intuition.’”
I look around The Temple steps and realize there are several angels sitting here. They all hold notebooks and feather quill pens. Loni tells me they are waiting for someone to ask them for information. If someone asks, they quietly enter The Library and write down a joke or an interesting idea for the person from Earth.
I shake hands with Howard Stern, David Letterman, Jay Leno, Craig Ferguson, and Conan O'Brien. Craig Ferguson is my favorite. He is merciless. He makes me laugh more then Anyone in my Entire Existence. Craig seems to sneak into the library when no one is looking, with his ipod and laptop, casting spells for contentment. I can hardly keep my eyes open after awhile. The talk show hosts all look a bit different than they do on TV. Their faces show a childlike innocence, as if they are about 6 years old. I am surprised by how much they are giggling and fooling around like children. Especially Howard. We all say hello. They all by now are wearing cowboy hats and boots, swinging in a long country porch swing which is pernamently attached to the top step. Jay is telling jokes while drinking a latte and eating donuts, sharing with everyone. Speaking in counrtry drawls, they're all pretending they are on the TV show, Who's Line Is it Anyway? Conan smiles and pied pipers all the Cherubs into the library door, playing upon a flute. He seems especially happy and supportive. David says he wants to go see what Oprah Winfey is doing. That's when I notice she's been in the Library so long her teeth are chattering. I run over to give her a Huge welcome and a Big Teddy Bear Hug. Conan says he wants one too.
“This is who they REALLY are,” Loni says. I notice that Jay and Craig seem to have an affinity for each other, both being Scottish. Having been raised Scottish myself, I decide to question Craig on the New Religion he seems to have been creating over there on his Clear Channel, called "Ahh-ism" repleat with White Robed Angels. I had seen him on several occasions write with Feather Quill Pens to David Letterman and Oprah, requesting A Raise. He whispers something in my ear. "Oh," I reply, nodding my head, and walk away quickly. He needs to go get dressed in his Ferguson Tartan Kilt for Some Fancy Affair and spike his hair.
I say goodbye to the talk show hosts, as Loni suggests we enter The Akashic Records Library. I notice Swami Beyondananda is casually walking in and out continuously. Wanting to say hello, I notice he 's chuckling to himself, writing in his notebook as he observes everyone else from a distance. He's wearing a turban on his head with all kinds of glitzy stones, as well as a fancy sequined vest. Everyone here is staring at him in amazement. Suddenly he jumps up onto the top step and begins pretending he is Holy. He is holding a microphone in his hand, spouting out humorous truisms with alot of play on words. I notice several angels keep giving him questions written on pieces of parchment. Some of these questions were secretly written by himself! Meanwhile, Howard looks like he's dressing into his Astronaut Suit, with a huge crowd of excited count-downers. He's having a bit of trouble fitting all his long hair into his helmet. As he enters his Space Module, he says a Heartfelt Goodby with tears in his eyes and his right hand upon his heart, saying he's tenderly moving on to Sirius. I hear him say three times, "The pen is mightier than the sword." The angels are recording it quickly to release to the press later, with tears in their eyes, as well, praying for peace on earth, goodwill towards men. (Shh...don't shout about it.) Loni whisks me away, and we enter the library. Wow. My first impression is that it is FREEZING COLD.
“No wonder no one wants to come in here!” I say to Loni.
“Speak in a whisper,” Loni suggests. “Remember this is A Library.”
My second surprise, once inside, is that there is such a Bright Light, I become blinded.
“Sit,” Loni whispers.
I wonder where to sit, since I cannot see a thing. Groping around in the brilliant darkness, I realize there is a chair right behind me, and I sit.
The Library, I sense, is unbelievably HUGE. As I sit in this Stillness, my eyes become just the slightest bit used to the Bright Light and the extreme cold. I can barely make out my two hands, folded in my lap.
Loni begins a long narrative about The Akashic Records Library, her soft warm voice whispering into my left ear. I feel grateful for the warm breath touching my ear, and the sound of her voice is soothing and reassuring. |
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“Every Being in Existence has their own personal book in here,” she says. “You are only allowed to see your own book. Only your own book is visible.”
“Boy, you got that right!” I think, as I try to see something, anything.
Loni continues her long narration, “All is Wavelength. The information is contained within Threads of Experience. These threads connect with each Being’s Heart. These threads interconnect with each other. Some call this The Interconnectedness Of Life.
The places where the threads connect are called Karmic Connections. Some are past, some are present, some future. But in here, Time Exists As One.
It is Sweet when the connections are Love Based. But problems arise from Ill-Will. Ill-Will creates knots.”
For a second, I think I can barely see that The Library is filled with threads and their patterns.
Suddenly a book appears in my lap. It is purple with golden lettering on the cover. I am surprised to be able to see the book quite clearly. My name is printed in gold letters on the front cover.
“This is your Book Of Life,” Loni whispers in my ear. “ Every thought, word, feeling, and action from beginingless time, is recorded. No one else is allowed to read this book. Only you. A few may be given permission to read a few lines or pages, in order to help you, but never to hurt you. This is Cosmic Law. Only you have full access.”
A cold chill runs through my body. I start to shiver and shake, both from the extreme cold, this news, and the powerfully silent energy inside The Library.
“Can we leave now?” I whisper in Loni’s direction.
“Sure!” Loni whispers back. |
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She touches me on the left shoulder, to gently guide me toward the door. As we stand in the doorway, my eyes take in the scene outside. It is still a warm, bright sunny day out there.
“It is always a Good Idea to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to The Akashic Records Library, as this is A Sacred Space,” Loni whispers, turning to face the Library, once again, as she whispers a soft “thank you”.
I slowly bow my head, with hands together, and say “thank you” as I namaste to The Library.
As I bow, from out of the brilliant darkness, a Loving Hand is placed upon the top of my head.
In this moment, time stands still. I am filled with Awe and Silence. I Am Loved. For Who I Am. Tears fill my eyes and I am filled with Gratitude.
Then the hand again disappears into The Eternal Darkness of this Ultimate Light.
We two once again turn toward the door to leave, stepping into the warm daylight.
“That was The Akashic Records Librarian,” Loni says, smiling.
Tears again begin to fill my eyes, as I feel as if I will burst with Joyous Awe.
“The heart connects us all. Your heart is now open. See that you remain open, humbled, and grateful. For as long as we all remain so, we are welcome into The Library, at any time. If we should forget, then the Library card will be taken back. This also is Cosmic Law.” |
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Feeling even more overwhelmed, I sit down on The Temple steps.
“Oh, Look!” exclaims Loni. “The angels have formed A Choir!”
Looking over to my right, sure enough, a Choir of Angels has formed. They begin singing and playing upon their instruments. It is a version of “Halleluiah,” with a modern twist to it. Loni says the band is called "Just Cause."
I find it interesting that these angels are singing Kareoke. Most of the band members are dressed in classical white robes with huge wings. Some of the angels appear in unusual attire, such as evening gowns and sports suits. One handsome fellow is wearing a tuxedo! A few have dreadlocks, motorcycles, and tatoos. One woman is dressed in a long black robe and a black hat with a veil. Several others appear in white robes with their halos slipping all over the place. I notice they keep trying to fix their halo problems while they're singing. I notice several have shaved heads with Tibetan Buddhist maroon robes, golden shawls and prayer beads. They seem to enjoy chanting mantras in three part harmony and syncopation! The naked Cherubs are all flying around shooting love arrows into everyone's heart. A few angels are dressed in levis and t-shirts, wildly dancing as if they don't care what anyone else thinks. The levied ones seem to be slowly disappearing into clear light. I decide to take some photographs of them all, before they all completely dissolve into nothingness!
“It is always a good idea to Celebrate when you have been given A Gift, explains Loni. "Sharing The Gift with others through Joy and Celebration, assures that Existence continues to shower her gifts upon you. Sharing The Gift in Happiness also keeps The Threads of Existence Vibrating With Joy. In this manner, Many Karmic Knots become Loose and even can Untie! This Heals The All Of Existence. Let us join them in their Celebration...Just Because,” Loni sings over the Angelic Choir’s voices and music. A huge box of chocolates suddenly appears on the top of my head, and I decide to share them with everyone! I catch Howard just before he silently enters his space module. He namastes to everyone with a smile and removes his sunglasses to wink goodby. Oprah also seems to have an unexpected basket of goodies for everyone. Saint Peter appears with mugs of steaming hot chocolate and coffee. Craig offers everyone a bottle of clean water and a secret. David, Jay and Conan are scrambling around quickly with handshakes, pretzels, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, saying goodby to everyone before they go on the air. Beyondananda is still taking notes, offering fresh jokes! The whole scene has taken on an atmosphere of Joy and Delight! Loni offers everyone a tiny box of EnlightenMints, saying, "Time to en-Lighten up!" We all are hugging and chuckling.
Starting to sing and dance, I realize my Book Of Life is still in my hand.
“You can keep it, “ Loni sings out to me, “It’s Yours.” |
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Copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman AHA! STORIES
This album is my favorite Highest Angelic Realm music, so far. Isn't it Amazing Grace when Existence becomes an Instrument? Yesterday or the day before, I can't really remember for sure, I decided to share my Special Love for this CD in this website. I believe it was in Notes From The Aha! Underground. Today (1/23/06) as I logged on, I noticed that up on "My Favorites Bar " there had Spontaneously Appeared (over night, I guess?) "@Paul Schwartz/Music/State of Grace." Since I didn't do it, I guess Existence has decided that This Truly Must be My Favorite. Although I'm not able to figure out how it got there, I probably tapped something accidentally. (?) One more mystery. This CD Transports Me into Heaven, and also makes my hair stand on end. (Paul Schwarz Music).
1. "If you're going through hell, keep going." -Winston Churchill 2. "Advice is what we seek when we already know the answer but wish we didn't." -Splinter 3. "This report, by its very length, defends itself against the risk of being read." -Winston Churchill 4. "I haven't failed, I've found 10,000 ways that don't work." -Thomas Edison 5. "Of those who say nothing, few are silent." -Thomas Neill 6. "The pen is mightier than the sword, cause the pen gives the words that send swords to war- Evidence (of Dilated Peoples) 7. "After the laughter comes the tears." -Wu Tang Clan 8. "One who is educated from the wrong books is not educated, he is mislead." -Edward Leeskalinin 9. "You don't have to move a mountain, just give me strenght to climb." -Wu Tang Clan
SONGS FOR THE INNER LOVER: Miten and Deva Premal lyrics to "So Much Magnificance": There is so much magnificence near the ocean waves are coming in waves are coming in Halleluiah
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Edgar Cayce on the Akashic Records - The Book of Life
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