Akashic Record Part 2
I want to thank all of you who read the first segment of this thread and especially all who responded -- raspberries and kudos. In reading the many responses I see my job is only half done. I introduced the idea that an “akashic record” may be seen and accessed in dreams. I described in some detail what I felt this record was about -- that it resembled a recording of Mahler’s Second Symphony, The Resurrection, which concerns the death and resurrection of a “Titan,” said to be Prometheus. I described what happened when I accessed this record walking out on it and playing a portion of a groove. A famous neuropsychiatrist and scientific dream researcher strolled out from behind a partition and shot me through the chest, side to side, piercing my heart. I then “died” by drowning in my own blood in a hospital room above this basement. I need to complete my auditing of this record becasue it explains much about what it is.
I will say this dream of accessing a record, very possibly a “past life record,” of a or my life is very much like the scenario Anthony Peake describes in his lectures regarding “life after death,” that at the point of physical death time slows, stops, dilates and we are presented with a “past life review” including access to the akashic record of our past life which we may enter at any point. I seem to have entered precisely at the point of my death, perhaps to clearly see and experience what happened. I had this experience probably 20 years before being aware of Peake’s theories.
OK, from drowning in my own blood in a hospital room to where?
Next thing I have been “transported” to a large room in an unknown location. The mode of transportation was not unlike the matter transporter technology imagined in the Star Trek films -- “beam me up Scottie!” -- except I had no control over it, no knowledge of it. My sense is that I am way “up” somewhere. I still have the hole in my chest.
I rapidly discover I am in my uncle’s house in a midwestern city home to the main campus of a State University. My uncle was the Chair of the Department of Psychiatry in the University Hospital on that campus. I set off looking for him, perhaps because he was a medical Dr. before becoming a shrink and I seek his help with my “heart wound.”
I discover his house is not his house, rather a Greek-Minoan temple of considerable size and many parts. I search several, never finding my uncle. I then walk across an open courtyard to a colonnade of Minoan, Cretan style columns. Here, quite incredibly, I become, am the melancholy angel of Albrecht Durer’s famous etching, Melancolia I in which Durer depicts this angel sitting among the “tools of enlightenment,” chin in his hand glowering in a melancholy fashion, wings and all.
I quickly find I have access to powerful technology here. There is a video system with which I can see down to the earth’s surface. I appear to be some 5,000 miles above the surface of Southern Africa. As I watch trying to comprehend what I am seeing a black cloud of AIDS disease spreads north across the African continent. I am aware the AIDS virus is a part of the Weapons Division of the “Temple” to which I have been abducted. I am expected to support the use of this disease as a weapon, it is part of Company Policy. I don’t. I absolutely do not. This is the primary reason why I am melancholy. It is the primary reason Durer’s melancholy angel is melancholy. I know I will have to go back down to earth if I am to effectively fight this misuse of illness as weapon. Which is why the cherub is there.
I believe this entire experience comes from my accessing the record, the record apparently of someone’s life. Whose? This does not seem to be the record of Prometheus, although the record being imbedded in the concrete of the hospital basement suggests the chaining of that great Titan in the Caucasus Mountains where eagles feast on his regrowing (Eternally Returning) liver. Is there a Titan whose life was like this, killed, murdered for accessing a record regarding resurrection, raising of the dead?
Yes, though not literally a Titan, but the titan of Greek medicine, Asclepius. Asclepius was the founder of Greek medicine and most of his healing practices were based upon dreaming, the ability to access health information, tools in dreaming. Asclepius was killed by Zeus, struck dead with a lightning bolt for raising the dead, or attempting to.
After he was murdered by Zeus for “stealing Hades’s subjects -- the dead” he was “raised” (by Star Trek matter transporter) into Heaven where his powers became the property of the gods and all his access to matters of health controlled by priests, temples, psychiatrists, doctors, etc., the version of him in his “myth.”
So, how is it I am attempting to “raise the dead here?” Why is this a crime? For one thing I am attempting to find out the true reason Asclepius was killed, his very human powers stolen and abducted. Asclepius was...and is capable of seeing medical and religious systems had and have the power to inflict illness upon enemies -- particularly those capable of raising this secret from a past life record imbedded in the hospital basement now. Illness is still being used as a weapon, including “melancholy.” That is why the caduceus has two snakes -- the power to heal illness and the power to inflict it. Asclepius was raising this truth from the “dead” into the light to stop it. Instead, he got murdered.
Now.
Hummer
I want to thank all of you who read the first segment of this thread and especially all who responded -- raspberries and kudos. In reading the many responses I see my job is only half done. I introduced the idea that an “akashic record” may be seen and accessed in dreams. I described in some detail what I felt this record was about -- that it resembled a recording of Mahler’s Second Symphony, The Resurrection, which concerns the death and resurrection of a “Titan,” said to be Prometheus. I described what happened when I accessed this record walking out on it and playing a portion of a groove. A famous neuropsychiatrist and scientific dream researcher strolled out from behind a partition and shot me through the chest, side to side, piercing my heart. I then “died” by drowning in my own blood in a hospital room above this basement. I need to complete my auditing of this record becasue it explains much about what it is.
I will say this dream of accessing a record, very possibly a “past life record,” of a or my life is very much like the scenario Anthony Peake describes in his lectures regarding “life after death,” that at the point of physical death time slows, stops, dilates and we are presented with a “past life review” including access to the akashic record of our past life which we may enter at any point. I seem to have entered precisely at the point of my death, perhaps to clearly see and experience what happened. I had this experience probably 20 years before being aware of Peake’s theories.
OK, from drowning in my own blood in a hospital room to where?
Next thing I have been “transported” to a large room in an unknown location. The mode of transportation was not unlike the matter transporter technology imagined in the Star Trek films -- “beam me up Scottie!” -- except I had no control over it, no knowledge of it. My sense is that I am way “up” somewhere. I still have the hole in my chest.
I rapidly discover I am in my uncle’s house in a midwestern city home to the main campus of a State University. My uncle was the Chair of the Department of Psychiatry in the University Hospital on that campus. I set off looking for him, perhaps because he was a medical Dr. before becoming a shrink and I seek his help with my “heart wound.”
I discover his house is not his house, rather a Greek-Minoan temple of considerable size and many parts. I search several, never finding my uncle. I then walk across an open courtyard to a colonnade of Minoan, Cretan style columns. Here, quite incredibly, I become, am the melancholy angel of Albrecht Durer’s famous etching, Melancolia I in which Durer depicts this angel sitting among the “tools of enlightenment,” chin in his hand glowering in a melancholy fashion, wings and all.
I quickly find I have access to powerful technology here. There is a video system with which I can see down to the earth’s surface. I appear to be some 5,000 miles above the surface of Southern Africa. As I watch trying to comprehend what I am seeing a black cloud of AIDS disease spreads north across the African continent. I am aware the AIDS virus is a part of the Weapons Division of the “Temple” to which I have been abducted. I am expected to support the use of this disease as a weapon, it is part of Company Policy. I don’t. I absolutely do not. This is the primary reason why I am melancholy. It is the primary reason Durer’s melancholy angel is melancholy. I know I will have to go back down to earth if I am to effectively fight this misuse of illness as weapon. Which is why the cherub is there.
I believe this entire experience comes from my accessing the record, the record apparently of someone’s life. Whose? This does not seem to be the record of Prometheus, although the record being imbedded in the concrete of the hospital basement suggests the chaining of that great Titan in the Caucasus Mountains where eagles feast on his regrowing (Eternally Returning) liver. Is there a Titan whose life was like this, killed, murdered for accessing a record regarding resurrection, raising of the dead?
Yes, though not literally a Titan, but the titan of Greek medicine, Asclepius. Asclepius was the founder of Greek medicine and most of his healing practices were based upon dreaming, the ability to access health information, tools in dreaming. Asclepius was killed by Zeus, struck dead with a lightning bolt for raising the dead, or attempting to.
After he was murdered by Zeus for “stealing Hades’s subjects -- the dead” he was “raised” (by Star Trek matter transporter) into Heaven where his powers became the property of the gods and all his access to matters of health controlled by priests, temples, psychiatrists, doctors, etc., the version of him in his “myth.”
So, how is it I am attempting to “raise the dead here?” Why is this a crime? For one thing I am attempting to find out the true reason Asclepius was killed, his very human powers stolen and abducted. Asclepius was...and is capable of seeing medical and religious systems had and have the power to inflict illness upon enemies -- particularly those capable of raising this secret from a past life record imbedded in the hospital basement now. Illness is still being used as a weapon, including “melancholy.” That is why the caduceus has two snakes -- the power to heal illness and the power to inflict it. Asclepius was raising this truth from the “dead” into the light to stop it. Instead, he got murdered.
Now.
Hummer
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