Acashic Records

Now i used to be completely open minded but skeptical about all this stuff, and i still am. But I dun see the point of holding back anymore, may as well just see what is out there... and so begins this phase of life... "my muse" had this side and I never explored it with her, she said just once she could see spirits, why did I dismiss it, u dun just say things like that... so much just starts to fit into place... i suppose my time was not right then...

I die in 2048. That was the answer to the question I had asked for a few days. My palm definitely says I have a long life, the Nepali guy at work confirmed it. I wanted to know so i could plan what in the hell to do. The other question is do I go married, or spiritual... or more to the point which is the most productive. Anyway no answers there yet.

So without any planning the other night as i entered sleep i suddenly remembered this thing a guy at college told me. He had taken over my first year room at college when i went to second year and had heard a lot about me so wanted to meet... left some reputation apparently. He was just beginning on a path of psychic things and told me about this old shamanic method of visiting the Acashic records where u could read from the vast store of information in the astral plane.

I had recited this method to my work college just to recall it but definitely with the intention of visiting. It came back as i went to sleep. Just as I was falling asleep I positioned myself infront of the cave entrance, the one in the method, with the intention of taking the first left turn as i went in. U are supposed to summon your spirit guide etc but i've no recollection of this. It was not done using the usual daily intention, somehow this happened in the dream this was not me doing it.

All I remember was waking up with this number 2048. I also remember going through this pile of heavy leather bound books, very fast, unable to read the words. So I concentrated. i remember testing them - asking questions that I knew the answer to and then looking at the books. When the words became visible it was absurd answers. But somehow I woke up with this number and it was the date of my death. Its not quite like a dream, it was far further away, it was hazy, it was almost like it was a recollection of someone elses dream rather than my own. But i now remember it enough to write it down and to wonder where in the hell i got that number from. Its not an absurd number dying aged 77 makes a lot of sense.

Anyway i don't plan to make a habit of doing this, or do i?

some extra stuff, cos i really dunno anything about this,

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_Records