Awakening my clairvoyance
An ancestral gift
About two years ago, I trained in The Akashic Records. This practice involves accessing the Akasha field, also known as the library of souls where you can open the book of life and find insights about people's past, present, and future lives of their souls. I offered it to friends and family on my Instagram (follow @imauthenticalex for cool offers), and seven people took me up on it. A friend was over for lunch on Saturday, and we were chatting away when she said she wanted me to open her records. I had a coffee with a new friend I made in my ayahuasca ceremony planned and so I suggested she pop over later in the evening. Later that evening, I prepared the space, lighting candles and sage-ing. I meditated for a while, then read the opening prayer to open my records and then hers. Then I asked, "What would you like to know?"
She began by wanting to know about "my most recent past life". So I began to share what I was seeing. To give you an idea about how I channel, it's a combination of seeing images in my head or watching a short video clip followed by words. Her past life revolved around the late 1920s, and she was quite a successful singer living in New York. Her days were filled with partying, drinking and drugs with the socialites and elite New Yorkers. She was well known and packed out rooms full of people that came to watch her perform. She had many admirers and lovers, but her heart was set on the saxophonist called Jerry. It was a tumultuous and dysfunctional relationship. She suffered from intense bouts of depression, and when she was high, she was really high, but when she was low, she was really low. She ended up dying of an overdose on her own.
We discussed the parallels with her experience in this lifetime around mental health, substance abuse and the singing career she never pursued. I asked her if she'd ever experienced domestic abuse in relationships with men as I saw it in her past life, and she replied, "Yes". Which prompted her second question, "What can I learn about the love that I didn't learn last time?" As I was channelling that information, and began sharing that there was unprocessed grief and a void that she felt in her past life with her father and in her current life, her dad appeared in my mind's eye, from her past life and from her present life. Still, the presence of her dad from this life felt different. I saw him go over to hug her, and my eyes welled up with tears. She told me her dad had died tragically when she was thirteen.
"Your dad is here", her face instantly turned to one of joy and one of shock. "I knew it!" We had, in fact, had a few conversations since we met back in January, where she'd said she could feel her dad wanting to talk to her from the other side. She'd even mentioned wanting to hire a psychic medium to connect with him and tune into the energy of the house he'd died in. So she began asking him questions, and I used my pendulum to get yes or no answers. Eventually frustrated, she said, "I need more. I need to hear him speak fully." I replied, "Okay, let me try and connect with him" Within seconds, he started talking to me in complete, coherent sentences, and so began the turn from an Akashic record reading to a Psychic reading.
"Were you close to your neighbours? I asked. Someone with a name with the letter J, Janet?" She replied, "No, Joy. We were very close. They are my godparents".Her dad showed me an image of the whole family having a picnic by the lake and said it was his happiest memory. As I described the place I saw, I asked if she had recognised it. My friend confirmed that Joy and her husband had sold their house and bought a lake house they'd often visit. She told me how everyone assumed that Joy's husband was best friends with her father, but it was, in fact, Joy. She smiled as she said this.
I then asked my friend what her dad did for a living, as he was showing me his place of work. She replied, "He works in IT" which wasn't what I was seeing. Later as she typed up the session notes, I asked her about his job while we ate chicken wings. I said it was odd because he was showing me a construction site, to which she smiled and said IT in an energy company that was involved with construction. A little later, he showed me his red truck and my friend said, "No, it was white but red inside", only to text me yesterday when confirming with her brother that their dad's truck was indeed red and when they were little, he had painted it white. The night went on with me sharing anecdotes, memories and messages back and forth between the two of them, with her confirming everything I was saying.
Every now and then, I noticed the energy of the space between the questions and how much peace and healing it brought my friend. There were times of belly laughs and also times of tears. But not all the conversations were happy memories. I had seen a scene where her parents had a massive row, and her father was banging cupboards with his fists and shouting. I saw her three siblings huddled together, absolutely petrified. Her dad, at this point, was crying whilst showing me this past memory and asked me to pass on how much he regretted that and how if he could go back in time, he would have hugged and reassured them. At one point, my friend had told her dad how she wished they could have shared memories in her adulthood, to which he replied, "I know me too, but at least we get to make this one."
I'd never been curious or inclined to go to a medium, but now I understood why people went.
As we were heading towards the end of the session, my friend said, "I have one more question. It's a really difficult question, a heavy one to ask. Is it okay to ask?"I braced myself for the worst, "Go ahead, you can ask" I replied. "Can you ask my dad if he knew anything about me being sexually molested as a child?" I felt my body tense up, and I took a sharp breath. At this point, I became conscious of the sensitive territory I was treading on and checked in with myself. Was this beyond my capacity? I felt such a responsibility and realised that whatever came next could alter this person's life that I cared about. But my inner knowing trusted. I trusted that I could do this and that meeting her was no accident for either of us, something we chatted at length about later.
Again, I saw her dad crying in my mind's eye. "He knew, and it was eating him up inside" She quickly followed up with, "can you ask him if my mum knew?" to which he instantly replied, "No". I saw how that landed with her, first in her mind and then rippled in slow motion down her body. "Can you ask him if he can tell me who, a name or an initial as I have no memory of it." All I could say was "I can try." I tuned in. I heard, "It's an uncle", to which she'd said, "I always felt it was someone close to my family and me." "I'm getting a name starting with J, hmmm… Jim…" She nodded no, and as the cogs were turning, I had the name John on the tip of my tongue when she said, "Johnny, my dad's closest friend that we called Uncle Johnny."
I can't imagine how she felt then, but she described some relief in knowing.
We talked for about an hour and ten minutes but if felt like we'd only been talking for half the time. When everything was over, we looked at each other and said, "What the f*ck just happened?" It wasn't long before I started connecting dots (how my brain is wired). Before I left for Colombia, I had an intuitive feeling that I would be given a gift or a skill (mystical in nature and healing related) when I would be on the land of my ancestors. Instantly I just knew I had awakened a long-forgotten knowing. It explained why I felt like this was the most normal thing on the earth for me to do and why I felt absolute peace, to the point that I didn't even register what I was doing until the very end; so much I was in the moment.
"You're so talented, I'm always sceptical about these things, but there was no way I could be with what you were saying." I laughed. "You do realise it's the first time I'm doing this?" and that's when it clicked. But, of course, this wasn't the first time. It was, in fact, the second time in the last year that I'd spontaneously psychically channelled ancestors, and here I was in Colombia, looking into my own ancestry.
With love and magic,
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I'm opening up space to do some akashic record readings. For those unfamiliar with what it is, I'd recommend having a look at this article for an in detail explanation. In a nutshell, people that are trained can open up the library of your soul and look into the past, present and future to gain insight, awareness and guidance. These are on a donation basis, as an energy exchange. If you're curious or feel called, you can email me here.
I co-host the Café of Endings and New Beginnings with my wonderful friend Tracey McEachran. The Cafe is a virtual place created to explore all our griefs within community. There is power in the group, because everyone is holding up a mirror to allow us to see ourselves more fully by exploring what we cannot see on our own. Our next Café is this upcoming Monday 10th April and is by donation, you can sign up here.
Great Story Alex. I am really interested in hearing more.