Bruce was a Reiki/massage client who in 1990 out of the blue asked if I could do past life readings. His question was a major life trigger for me, I now realize. Immediately as he asked it, I knew I could. Somehow this data had been downloaded to me without my realizing it.
So I did a reading for him, since he asked for it, and did one right on the spot. I closed my eyes, and utilizing certain symbols I already knew in a new way, I was able to open his Akashic Records and easily see one particular lifetime that was relevant for him in that moment. It was like a movie playing in my head, as I watched the movie, I narrated for Bruce. His eyes were closed, too. Bruce was in the process of getting a divorce from a woman who was leaving him, and he did not understand why she was going. She had a young son to whom he had become very attached, and his sorrow at losing both of them was deep.
The past life I saw was in Ancient Egypt, and Bruce was a slave master who fell in love with a slave. This old love had come back in this current lifetime as his wife, Jenny. He had got her pregnant in the past life, and knew this would spell trouble for both of them. He arranged safe passage via ship for her to another land, where she could to start over. Due to heavy family obligations, he could not join her. In the dark of the night they were rushing down a pier toward a boat. As I described this, I noticed that the pier was made of a strange building material. Lashed together underfoot were stalks of what looked like bamboo. I commented that the pier was made of an odd material when Bruce, whose eyes were closed, said that it looked strange to him too, like bamboo or something. Imagine my shock that Bruce also saw bamboo when I had not yet said what the odd material was! It was then, in that first past life reading, that I realized without a doubt I was seeing something real, something I was not just making up. This was enormous for me.
I finished the reading, which ended with Jenny and the baby she carried being killed, and Bruce being captured and imprisoned for breaking "slave relations protocols." He was injured in the process, in a manner similar to the injury for which he had come to see me for treatment. He had a wound to the hip, and got hit on the head very hard. In this lifetime he had fallen off a roof while installing cable, and had received almost the exact same injuries.
Whatever or whomever was allowing me to read the Akashic Records was also explaining things to me at the same time. They explained the point of knowing about each past life, and they still do that. The point of the past life between Bruce and Jenny in Egypt, and its relationship to the current situation was this. It was important for Bruce to let Jenny and his son go this time, and start over somewhere else, because she had not been able to do that in the past life. She still had a soul longing to complete this task of leaving him and standing on her own two feet, which she had never done in the current lifetime. She had always been taken care of by a father or husband, and needed to learn independence. Bruce was also supposed to stay in contact with the boy, who thought of him as a father, and who had been his unborn son in the past life in Egypt. Knowing this made it easier for Bruce to let go of Jenny. When he told her about the reading, it helped her be okay with allowing Bruce to stay in touch with her son. She was already inclined to do that, but could not understand why until she heard about the past life, which resonated with her as well. She felt it was true, and that it explained a lot.
So how did I come to be able to read the Akashic Records? I believe it started one night when I had a very strange and powerful dream.
I think this dream probably occurred in about 1984. In this dream, I was sitting in a semi-darkened room studying at a library table. Also sitting at this table was a friend of mine, Joy. As we sat studying quietly a woman came to stand beside the table looking at me. She had on a plain brown homespun, belted dress. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun; her face expressionless, but with warm, kind brown eyes. She spoke to me without words, and indicated with her arm outstretched, palm and fingers slightly curled upwards, that I was to leave this table and walk away.As I began to look around, I realized that I was sitting at a library table on one tier of a theatre in the round. There were no other people there besides Joy, the brown-clad woman, and me.
Following the woman, I walked down the tiers to the center of the stage, where there was a brightly lit, internally glowing golden pyramid, about fifteen to twenty feet high. As I approached the pyramid the woman gestured toward the door with her hand, and then faded into the background. The trapezoidal-shaped door in the side of the golden pyramid gently opened on its own. From the inside of the structure came a white light so intense I was blinded by it at first. As I moved to the inside of the pyramid, my eyes gradually became accustomed to the intensity of the light. There was an unusual looking box inside the center of the pyramid. It was shaped rather like a low wooden bookcase, long and narrow, but without shelves. Instead it was open at the top, and brilliant, intense white light flooded out of this box at the top.
Standing beside the box was a man, wearing only a white loincloth. He had curly, short blonde hair, intense but reassuring blue eyes that gave off a deep sense of peace, and fine curling golden hair all over his body. His body was thin like a swimmer's body, or a yogi. There was absolutely nothing sexual about this person's demeanor, however, and I actually took him to be an angel. I thought that he was the Archangel Gabriel. The most amazing thing about him was that he emitted light. His whole body glowed like a candle whose wick is below the surface of the candle, and which is causing all the wax of the entire candle to emit a soft glow. I could not see the flame, just the overall bright, warm glow that came from his entire body.This luminous being made eye contact with me, and the soft yet intense look in his eyes both mesmerized and reassured me. I felt safe, comforted and surrounded by his loving, compassionate energy field.
He smiled just a little, and then bent over slightly, and reaching down into the box with both hands, drew from it a very ancient-looking and large book. The big, heavy book was encased in a very old brownish leather casing with some mild wear at the corners. The edges of the case were piped in red leather. A lion's head perched at the top of the case, and the lion's head was made of solid gold, with brown leather straps and copper-colored buckles at the bottom, so that the case could be opened to remove the book by sliding it out the bottom. The lion's head faced two ways, both outward from the front as well as facing again outward from the back of the book. The man extended his arms their full length, and handed the book to me, with the slightest downward inclination of his head, almost bowing. I took the heavy book in my hands. He then indicated with a slow, gentle nod and a slight raising of his eyebrows in the direction of the pyramid's door, that I should follow him. All communication in this dream was utterly telepathic and gestural. No words were ever spoken. They were not necessary.
This perfectly-formed, glowing being turned and walked out of the pyramid, across the theatre floor and on to the many leveled tiers of the theatre in the round. From there he walked slowly up the levels. I followed him unswervingly. We walked past Joy, who did not seem to notice us at all. We continued upwards, toward an exit which looked very much like a subway exit, and began walking up the long stairs toward the bright light coming from above. At this same moment I realized that I was simultaneously outside of my body watching myself as I followed this Shining One. I observed with pleasure that the ends of my hair had begun to glow in the same way that he glowed, because I was following him. I knew that one day I would be made of light like he was if I continued to follow his lead.
Then I woke up, I was bubbling inside with excitement, but over precisely what I was unsure. Breathless with excitement, I could not discuss this at home. I had learned to keep such information from my husband. So therefore I went to two of my spiritual teachers separately, both William and Martha, who did not know each other, and asked each of them what they thought this exciting dream of mine meant. Both of them immediately stated that this luminous person was the Ascended Master known as Jesus, who also had an incarnation as Lord Sananda. This was based upon his physical description. They both volunteered, without prompting, that the book was the Akashic Records. I had never heard of Lord Sananda, but I took their word as truth. Today I am not so sure it wasn't the Archangel Gabriel after all.
This book, called the Akashic Records, contains the records of all the lifetimes of all the souls who have ever incarnated on the Earthplane or ever will. These records are not just of past lives, but probable future ones as well. When I asked why I had been given this book, William and Martha both said I had doubtless earned access to it in a past life. I went to two separate people for confirmation that what I was hearing was true, not that I doubted anyone, but just because when something significant happens, I like to get confirmation.
I drew the conclusion that this dream meant that I would be getting past life readings. And shortly thereafter I got one from my teacher, William. It was a powerful experience; I learned a lot that explained things about me I had not understood before. Afterwards, I did not think much more about having been given the Akashic Records until years later, when Bruce just out of the blue asked me if I could do past life readings.
Since then I have read thousands of past lives for hundreds and hundreds of people. It turned out to be part of my fulfilling my mission on Earth in this lifetime. No wonder I was so excited by the dream!
