Why Akashic Records Readings Are So Transformative

Akashic Records are the cosmic library that houses every thought, word, action and experience that each one of us goes through, on our soul path journey. `Akash’ , the Sanskrit word for sky or ether, is the fifth element that comprises our existence. The other four being – earth, water, air and fire.

It is important to understand that the Akashic Records are a living library that continues to record every moment of our soul’s existence … even now as you are reading this blog post – every thought that you are thinking, each emotion that you are feeling, is being recorded. Maybe that is why all the great spiritual Masters who walked the earth, from our ancient sages to modern day mystics, have always emphasized that we should make efforts to keep our thoughts and words positive and uplifting. Nothing goes unnoticed or ignored.

An Akashic Records reading is a deeply transformative process – it works as a powerful energy shift – healing the past, uplifting the present and manifesting the future for one’s highest good. (To understand how Akashic Records reading is done, you may wish to know about the process through this link : Akashic Records Readings.)

The Akashic Records are in and around us, it is not something separate from us. We just need to access it to get the answers to our deepest questions. It is therefore advisable to be prepared before the reading session, with the questions. Here are a few of the common questions often asked by people :

  1. Why do I have such a troubled relationship with my father?
  2. Why do I keep having money problems despite working so hard?
  3. Why doesn’t my husband or partner give me respect?
  4. Why does my daughter give me so much trouble?
  5. Why did I not get the promotion I deserve?
  6. Why can’t I get over my childhood trauma?
  7. What is the root cause of my physical pain or disease?
  8. Why am I burdened with everyone’s problems in my family?
  9. Why do I always attract the wrong kind of men in my life?

Then there are some people who want to know the answers to questions like :

  1. What is the purpose of my soul’s journey?
  2. What do I need to know to find a higher calling in life?
  3. Is God happy with me?

While accessing the records to find the answers to our problems (e.g. the first set of questions), we often have to go back to the past, as many of the problems find their root cause in unresolved issues which need healing.

My experience of doing Akashic Records readings for myself, my family, friends and clients have always revealed the answers to be way beyond what one can ever imagine. Though sometimes the true cause is lurking right beneath the surface, and one gets more clarity.

With this clarity starts the healing process. The understanding of the cause which may go back to another lifetime; a karmic issue or maybe your own lack of self-worth.

The reading itself is a sacred and a deeply emotional experience for many people. And, rewriting the past records is an extremely powerful process which leads to deep rooted healing. However, no matter how much you might rewrite the past records, unless you work every day to constantly uplift your present energy, the issue will continue to have a debilitating effect on your life.

Affirmations, visualizations, positive thinking, self-honouring actions, are some of powerful ways how we can uplift our energy so that we keep recording only the highest good and truth in our records. (Will explain more about this in my future articles, in the Akashic Records series).

For most people, I have seen the Akashic Records reading brings about a significant positive change within a few weeks, if not days. Particularly, if their question has been related to a past issue/incident, which has been rewritten and healed.

The whole process is extremely self-empowering as you realise that you are no longer a victim of a circumstance, but have taken a conscious decision to heal it with compassion, forgiveness, love and heartfelt empathy. You have taken charge.

And as your past heals, so does its impact on your present.

I truly believe that you are called upon to do your Akashic Records reading, only at the right time. Never before.

The understanding and the transformation that comes with it is a life-changing moment for our soul growth.

(The writer is a Reiki Master-Teacher, Akashic Records reader, Angel Intuitive, Oracle Card Reader, Spiritual Blogger and Storyteller. Email: sudiptadevc@gmail.com or thesoulenergy@gmail.com)

The Unusual Tale Of A Monk And A Dragon

This is the story of Dra the dragon, who lives inside a mountain that people think is a dormant volcano. It was not always like this, for centuries the villagers in the area would fear going anywhere near the mountain as it was an active volcano that would spurt fire and fume very often.

Nobody knew of course that Dra the dragon has been trapped inside the mountain since eons. A child of Mother Earth, he was born from the element of fire. It was his loneliness, his anger, the desperation to break free from the stone walls that was his prison and his home, that drove him to spit fire constantly.

Then one day, the arrival of an unusual visitor changed everything. On the path to a nearby monastery, a monk lost his way and landed up in the mouth of a cave in the mountain. As he stepped inside to rest for a few hours, he saw a pair of huge glowing red eyes observing him in the dark.

Dra had never seen a human in all these years. He was surprised to see the monk who looked like no other animal he had encountered before. And like he could communicate with the other animals, he could silently interact with the monk too.

From a crawling spider to a loitering panther, Dra had the ability to feel what a living creature felt. But what the monk felt jarred him to the core. It was totally in antitheses to anything he had experienced before – serenity, patience, self-worth, kindness to all creatures and love that encompassed the whole world.

“What kind of a creature is this ?,” wondered Dra as he started sharing with the monk the sad story of his lifelong painful existence.

“Is there something I can do for you my friend ?” asked the monk, desperately wanting to help the magnificent child of God before him, who had only experienced pain in his lifetime.

“I do not think you can do much for me. I am immortal so I am doomed to be here, in my prison, till eternity. However, if you can stay for sometime with me, it will bring me a little peace,” said Dra.

The monk agreed.

The days turned into months, and then years. The monk did not have the heart to leave Dra alone.

The villagers in the area observed that the volcano had become dormant. They knew that a holy man, a monk lived high up in a cave there, they thought maybe his spiritual powers had silenced the volcano. The monk wanted to be left alone, so they never troubled him or ventured near the cave.

After sometime, they saw a beautiful waterfall flow from a crevice in the mountain. They thought that was another miracle by the holy man.

In a way, it was.

As Dra could feel what the monk felt, he would often be awashed with spiritual ecstasy – the bliss of being one with the Spirit. Tears of ecstasy would emerge from Dra’s eyes, which flowed out from the crevice in the mountain as the waterfall.

The water converted the barren land into a verdant valley, with lush vegetation and species of exotic butterflies and birds.

About 21 years had passed. The monk was an old man now and nearing his death. But he was no longer sad that his friend would be alone. For Dra the dragon had found the greatest companion of all.

The monk passed away, Dra mourned the loss of his Master’s physical existence for sometime, but he knew they were never really separate.

The waterfall continued to flow, and the volcano never erupted again.

Dra the dragon was no longer a prisoner in the mountain, the whole cosmos was his home.

 

Kali, the Goddess of Time

In the whirl of each day,

I try to grasp the fleeting time.

Tossed among the waves of the passing minutes,

Struggling to cope with the loss of each wasted moment.

Ruthless time waits for none, and will never turn around,

What marches ahead is our own finite existence.

Then I see your dark visage dear Mother,

Kali, the Goddess of Time.

And time stands still,

There is nowhere else to go, nothing more to achieve.

There is no struggle to clutch the fleeting seconds,

No loss of what could have been.

You are yesterday, today and tomorrow,

Every moment is the bliss of your love.

In your beautiful dark form,

I discover the solace of eternity.

Heartfelt Gratitude

In October 2017, I had started The Soul Energy. At that time I was not sure what direction this blog would take, wasn’t even sure if people would be interested in reading the mystical stories I was posting. I was guided to only write for myself, never change a word or an idea keeping the “market” in mind. I followed that and have been delighted with the wonderful response from so many readers from across the world.

Anything new brings a fresh breath of life, so a few days ago I gave a new look to the website. Please do check out the mystical stories in Soul Tales section (https://thesoulenergy.com/category/soul-tales/), the Sacred Journeys, Soul Poems, Energy Healing articles and more.

Also featuring the services :
Akashic Records Readings (know your soul path journey) : https://thesoulenergy.com/akashic-records/

Energy Healing (Reiki & Angel Therapy) : https://thesoulenergy.com/reiki-healing/

Oracle & Tarot (conversations with your Higher Self) : https://thesoulenergy.com/angel-oracle-tarot-cards-reading/

Introducing online Energy Healing classes and Soul Writing lessons.

My heartfelt thank you to readers from more than 60 countries who have given so much love to the little stories and articles I have been posting over the last three years. Truly grateful for your support and encouragement.

5 Magical Tales of the Divine Feminine

The Goddess, the divine feminine, Shakti (power), you may call her by any name, in whichever form you choose to see her, or as the formless one. She is the supreme primordial energy that drives the Universe – giving life, constantly renewing herself. 

You can feel her power in the strong winds of a storm, you can sense her motion in the lashing waves of the ocean, you can see her playfulness in the smile of a child. And, you can perceive her in the soft flow of your own breath.  

Sharing here the links to many unusual tales of The Goddess, that you will find in this blog :

Who Was She ? : 
https://thesoulenergy.com/who-she-was/

The Hibiscus Garland :
https://thesoulenergy.com/the-hibiscus-garland/

Light Of The Brightest Moon: 
https://thesoulenergy.com/light-of-the-brightest-moon/

The Manifestation : 
https://thesoulenergy.com/the-manifestation/

Back From The Brink : 
https://thesoulenergy.com/back-from-the-brink/

Guardian of the Forest

She picked up the hare before the flames could scorch its little body and took it to a safe ground. But how many could she rescue in the blazing fire that was raging through the forest and the land around it? She felt helpless.

She was the protector of the land here and the guardian of the denizens of the forest – all big and small creatures that inhabited the area. They knew her of course, and recognized her, even when she was not in her usual form. Possessing the ability to take any animal form she wanted – she mostly grazed around as a deer.

But sometimes she needed human hands, to pick up little animals and carry them to safety. In despair and helplessness she stood watching the fire – a woman with antlers on her head, clutching small animals in her arms.

The fire could not ravage her, for she was spirit. As she saw the flames engulf the animals, she could perceive their souls leaving their bodies – tiny dots of light weaving their way through the flames. They seemed to be telling her, not to grieve, for they did not really die.

As she saw their souls merge with the spirit realm, her anguish lessened, for she knew they had a better destiny awaiting them.

She knelt down on the scorched earth, raised her arms to the sky and prayed to the Maker of All, that the souls of her children should find a higher purpose when they are born again. To grow and evolve through a soul’s progression. For the first time in many days she felt a little peace, for she knew that this would happen.

Energy of the Heart Chakra

She lives in the realm of the ethereal,

But her energy permeates the whole universe,

Mother of Compassion,

Energy of the Heart Chakra.

Whenever you feel a sudden surge of love,

When you are moved by the pain of another,

When your heart melts with kindness for a stranger,

When your eyes flow tears of gratitude.

Know that Green Tara has placed her foot in your world,

Know that she has touched your heart with her essence,

Know that she has cocooned you in her compassionate love,

And, know that she has blessed you with her sacred energy to share with the world.

Magical Colours Of Love

In the beams of moonlight, I can see your outstretched arms

In the songs of birds, I can hear your whispers

In the drizzling rain, I can feel your tears of ecstasy

In the flowing breeze, I can perceive your sigh

In the clap of thunder, I can discern your footstep

In the flowing river, I can read your message of this ephemeral world

Every element of nature comes alive with your presence

Thank you Krishna for painting my heart with your magical colours of love.

A Stranger Came One Night

The small community of eight families lived on the fringes of the forest. Their makeshift huts enclosed a long courtyard where the women folk chatted, the children played and the men practiced their craft. They were a community of snake charmers. The men would catch snakes from the forest and travel to nearby villages and towns to show their act of controlling the dangerous creatures, along with some jugglery.

Their earnings were meagre, so to supplement their income, a few of them did another work on the sly, illegally. The snakes that had the most beautiful skins were transported to a nearby town, and sold to a trader who would smuggle the snake skins to faraway countries.

Winter had arrived and snow had started covering the ground around their hutments and the surrounding forest. The men were happy that they had a good catch to sell the trader before the grounds were frozen and they would be unable to hunt for the snakes for a few months. Their precious cargo, the last of this season, was kept in a large cane basket, ready to be transported the next day.

It was late evening, as they huddled together around the bonfire they saw him approaching. A tall man with unkempt hair, he looked like a tribal.

“Who are you, have you lost your way ?” asked Adhima, the eldest in the group.

The man only grunted in reply.

“Are you deaf or dumb, or you just don’t want to speak ?” queried Bhima, one of the younger snake catchers, clearly suspicious of the intruder.

As the man came closer to the fire, the gathered men were awestruck by his face. The unruly hair, the dusty clothes notwithstanding, none of them had ever seen such a striking face.

He didn’t speak a word, just stood quietly.

Adhima was now clearly quite fascinated by the good looking stranger. They made a place for him to sit near the fire, got him food and a warm blanket.

“You can rest here for the night. Tomorrow you can be on your way. There is a spare room where you can sleep. Come I’ll show you,” said Adhima, directing the tall stranger to the farthest hut.

As they entered the hut, Adhima showed the man the big basket that was kept in a corner, and warned, “Don’t you dare go near the basket or try opening it, there are dangerous snakes inside.”

The man just nodded, casually glancing towards the corner.

As Adhima walked towards his own hut, he wondered if the man would be able to sleep at all, knowing that a basket full of dangerous snakes shared his room.

It snowed heavily the whole night. In the morning, a sleeping Adhima was rudely shaken by his wife who was exclaiming loudly, ” Shiva … Shiva’s statue … outside.”

“What are you talking about woman ?” said an irritated Adhima, rushing towards the door.

What he saw, shocked him no less. It seemed overnight somebody had crafted a snow statue of Lord Shiva, complete with his long hair, the snakes around his neck.

The snake charmers and their families stared dumbfounded at the snow covered Shiva that had come up overnight in the courtyard. Then, one of the men exclaimed, “This is not Lord Shiva, he is the stranger who came last night … can’t you see ?”

Adhima rushed towards the farthest hut … it was empty and so was the basket.

“What did the foolish man do … did he free the snakes and went and sat in the middle of the courtyard, while the snakes crawled all over him ?” Adhima shouted, urging everyone to remove the snow that covered the man and the snakes.

They started poking the statue … but there was no man beneath it … just snow.

Adhima’s wife now started crying, bowing down before the snow idol, and said, “You foolish men, don’t you realise who was the stranger who came last night. Ask his forgiveness for killing innocent creatures so mercilessly for a few rupees. He has gone, taking his children with him and has left his snow replica to make you understand your mistake.”

The sun had come out … the men now gathered around the fast melting statue, with remorse and guilt in their hearts. All their life they had been worshippers of Lord Shiva, who was also called by another name, Pashupatinath – meaning the ‘Lord of all animals’. But they had never truly tried to understand what the name of their supreme deity truly meant.

Every living creature in the world, from a human being to a tiny mice, were his children. From the most loved and admired to the outcasts and rejected. Even that which was the most feared, disliked or reviled. He made no differentiation, no judgement, and embraced all.

He had come to rescue his own.

Light of Life

Deep down in the womb of the earth
They sparkle and gleam in splendid magical colours

Brought to the surface, mined, cut and sold
The pain they feel does not dim their radiance or spirit

They remain the much loved children of Mother Earth
Though they have been taken away from her arms

But her powerful aura continues to give them life
That heals and cleans your energy as they sparkle in magical light

So when you hold a crystal in your palm
Remember always, you are holding a piece of Mother Earth’s heart

After serving their purpose in your life when they break, take care to bury them deep
Back into their mother’s arms, where they can sleep in peace