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My Akashic Journey – Chapter Two – The Family Feud

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Awakening to purpose

I quickly discovered that opening the spiritual door is like opening a dam. Holy shit! Talk about a floodgate of information. I’ve always had a very strong sense of clairaudience, which Merriam-Webster defines as: the power or faculty of hearing something not present to the ear but regarded as having objective reality.

I’ve been hearing spirits, guides, angels, etc., all my life. Kind of creepy at times, but I’m used to it these days, and I’ve learned it’s usually just a spirit asking for acknowledgment or help. Sometimes I acknowledge them. Sometimes I don’t. It all depends on their attitude. If they are dark or negative, I burn a little white copal, and call in Archangel Michael to assist. If it’s something I feel I can handle on my own, I engage in conversation. After all, it’s what I’m here to do, and I accept that now, with a sense of duty.

Despite being used to “hearing the call,” so to speak, I was still surprised on January 20, 2010, when the Akashic Records summoned ME.

Hearing the call

It was a day like too many before it. I woke sometime around 9 AM, and leisurely surfed the ‘net while I sipped my morning coffee until I was motivated to make myself breakfast. Ah, the life of being unemployed. While standing at the kitchen sink, a thought crossed my mind about the hometown of my twin flame’s new girlfriend. It was the same as my father’s, and most people usually claimed the closest larger city as their hometown rather than this tiny little burg. It made me wonder…and as soon as I started to, I heard the clippity-clop of horseshoes and the rattle of the antique wheels of a horse-drawn wagon. Black and white images of a pre-automobile era flooded my minds eye. What the — ?

“Open your records, and we will fill you in,” a familiar voice of the Akashic Records said.

Wow, I thought. They don’t mess around!

Disclaimer

I could go on and on here about my beliefs and doubts regarding spells and curses and black magic to try to save face and credibility and all that, but, you know what? After years of being made fun of and laughed at…I really don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me anymore. I’ve experienced enough darkness in my life to know that negative energy DOES exist, and whether it was created by a spell, hex, curse, or powerful ill wishing doesn’t matter. The simple truth is that we are ALL made up of both light and dark energy. We may gravitate toward one or the other from life to life, depending on the circumstances and our soul contracts before we incarnated. It’s almost like choosing your character before starting one of those quest games — whether it’s a video or board game, they’re all kind of similar. You choose your characteristics — strengths, weaknesses, powers — and you play a role. And, once you’re in the game…shit happens, right? So let’s just look at it that way.

We all know that the current era we’ve been living in is one of polarity. Duality. Light versus dark. And some may even say positive versus negative. Fine. There are others out there who say there is neither good nor bad, only light or dark, love or fear. That’s a nice, neutral way of looking at it. If you can stay neutral in the density of duality, that is. Most of us living in the 3D world find this difficult. We want to take sides. Let me say this right now: I’m not asking you to. I am simply sharing the information provided to me by my Akashic records regarding these two families my soul group and I came here to assist. Not so much to save the families from the darkness that plagues them, but more so to clean up the negative energy emanating from them that is polluting the planet. There are huge crews of lightworkers here on Earth at the moment who have committed to do just that — transmute dark energy to light. The key point to remember here is that no one is going to do it for us. WE have to remember who we are, why we’re here, and follow through in cleaning up the manmade messes we promised, as light beings, to purify so that we can move into the new era all shiny and squeaky clean.

Okay, hopping off my soapbox now. On with My Akashic Journey…

Forgive them; they know not what they do

Here is how the reading began (I have replaced the name of the actual black magic family with “spell casters” and the name of my twin flame with “twin flame”)…

Akashic Records journal entry date: January 20, 2010

Okay, so you have summoned me to open my records today. Can you please tell me why?

There is nothing to fear. You are a seeker of truth. We know you can handle this, as you have always KNOWN the truth. Yes, the Freer side of your family has been under a curse. A curse that goes back to your great grandfather on the Freer side of the family. Your mother mentioned this curse to your empath coach Michael.

[Author’s note: In the summer of 2009, I began working with an empath coach. Before our sessions he would go into deep trance to access information about what energies I needed to clear. In one particular session, he surprised me by saying that my mother (in spirit at the time) contacted him and told him about this dark, negative energy that had plagued my father’s side of the family for generations and caused great depression among all the descendants of that particular couple. It was unknown, at that time, where the energy originated, but Michael said it was through no fault of their own.]

The Freer family had great pride in themselves. The spell-caster family did not. They go back with roots and ties in and around your father’s hometown. This is a Pagan/Christian war, yes. But it’s deeper than that. There was conflict between the two families. The great grandfathers. Over land and horses. The Freers spit on the spell casters for their refusal to believe in God. The spell casters did not believe in God. They believed in witchcraft. The dark kind. How do you think they got their name? This is why we told you that your twin flame’s girlfriend was dark. She comes from a long line of darkness. Black magic. Your twin flame is in danger.

How do I help her?

You can’t. This is NOT YOUR FIGHT. This is your twin flame’s fight.

You will win because you believe in God, a higher power, and the light. You are OF the light. You have battled your family curse and won. You have broken the spell against you cast by the dark family through the help of Michael. Be grateful for Michael. He DID help you. He will continue to help you by holding you in prayer.

A psychic friend recently told me “Things are not as they seem regarding your beliefs.” What did that mean, exactly?

It meant that she doesn’t know anything about you. You were shielded by the light so she could not look inside. You are a tough one for psychics to read because you are so guarded. By royalty. AS royalty. Light royalty. A long line of lightworker descendants. Your Uncle Clare, he recognized himself as a lightworker. He was the only one who got close to breaking the spell. He recognized it in you, too. Your Uncle Jim saw it, too, at your mom’s funeral. The ones in the Freer family who mock are still afflicted by the curse and the darkness.

So what does ANY of this have to do with my twin flame being with this spell-caster descendant? I mean, if the curse was broken…why would my twin flame get into a relationship with her?

This is Universal Karmic payback to the spell-caster family.

Something doesn’t feel right about this.

The records are open, and this is truth.

Why am I feeling discomfort in my heart chakra?

It’s a lot to take in. That is why we are trying to simplify it; to avoid the massive discomfort information like this can sometimes create. It is never fun to learn of family disputes, feuds, wars, and curses. There is some residual negativity floating around — hooks in your aura from the pain the curse has caused and also the pain of your twin flame being with the dark one. For now. It’s not forever; it will only last as long as your twin flame allows darkness to overcome her.

Does my twin flame’s girlfriend know about this feud/”curse?”

No. It died with her great grandmother. The spell casters were younger than your great grandparents. A foolish young couple playing with witchcraft fire. They did not understand how their actions would affect generations of descendants with this powerful curse. You’ve known about the curse for quite some time now. You joked, but deep down, you knew it was true. The spell casters hold a powerful dark energy. Freers were of the light, but shrouded in darkness until now. Your willingness to be born into and fight for this family has brought great light. First you fought the battle withIN the family. Then you fought the battle AGAINST the family — with the help of your mother and Michael. Saint Paul. Look him up. He once was on the dark side and moved to the light. Saint Paul is not a reference to your brother — it’s you. You moved the family from the dark to the light by lifting the curse. With the assistance of your mom and Michael. You’re a lightworker soul who accepted this challenge for the greater good. Not just for your own soul, but for the family. This is why you are light royalty. You will be rewarded for it — after Karmic Justice is served.

Your twin flame accepted this challenge, too, because she, too, is a lightworker soul. She knows her assignment, and it is a safe one for her to complete now that the Karmic energy has been released. She will not incur Karmic debt.

This could have been accomplished as early as January of 2000 — ten years ago [when Archangel Zadkiel said Karma had been lifted from the planet].

There was still too much residual Karma floating around. It wasn’t safe or wise at the time.

So will my twin flame hurt the spell-caster descendant?

No. She will learn her last lesson FROM the spell-caster descendant.

I guess I don’t understand how that will serve Karmic Justice. Can you explain it to me?

All souls are working together to push each other closer to the light. The spell-caster family owes you. The spell-caster descendant will teach your twin flame her last lesson that will send her home to you. Remember, this is not your fight. Just hold the light.

Wrestling with the dark

As you can see, it’s been nearly a year since that reading. While I’ve been trying my damnedest to “just hold the light,” it hasn’t been easy. Not in this dense, 3D environment where it seems darkness is growing ever more vicious as we lightworkers wrestle in vain to illuminate the planet with love and light through forgiveness, prayer, faith, hope and optimistic affirmations.

Many times I have felt like just giving up. My twin flame is still stuck in her patterns, and I cannot break through due to the rule that I am not allowed to contact her. It feels much like being bound and gagged while I watch her being tortured. I am powerless, and I often wonder, WHY did I choose this? I came here with a Karmic balance of zero. No debt at all. She came with a heavy load. I did not have to incarnate, but we chose to do this thing together, to allow her the chance to pay her Karmic debts and to assist in the cleansing of the planet and reuniting our twin-flame soul-mate energy to help raise the vibrations for the new era and help heal those who find this awakening painful.

New age spiritualists and channelers say that, with this flood of new energy that has showered our planet through the 11.11.11 and 12.12.11 portals, we will ALL begin to awaken and remember who we are, who we’ve been, and why we are here. I have awakened early to be a “wayshower” for those who are just now beginning to rouse. Don’t hate. It’s no easy job. But I chose to do it, before I ever incarnated, and I am a keeper of my word, so I will honor it by holding light and love and faith that we will ALL follow through with our promises.

My Akashic Journey – Chapter One – Seeking Truth

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Don’t you hate it when all you want is the truth and NO ONE can give it to you?

From February 2007 through January 2010, I was on a god damn mission and hell bent to find answers. Before that, I was just sleepwalking through life, content to have a job, personal transportation, a loving life partner, a roof over our heads, two cute chihuahuas and some enjoyable hobbies. I mean, after all, that’s what life is all about, isn’t it?

Well, in February 2007, my mom and best friend in life lost her battle with lung cancer. In her defense, I must say, she never once smoked a cigarette. She hated cigarette smoke, but, in the end, her exposure to secondhand smoke is ultimately what claimed her physical body. At the time, I was not fully tuned into my sixth sense gifts. I knew they were there, but allowed them to lay dormant most of the time. The day of my mother’s death, I held her hand and told her she could visit me anytime. I was not afraid. And I hoped she would visit me in my dreams. Which she did. Early and often. But she also visited me in my fully awakened state, too. Of course, most people don’t believe that, but that’s okay. I know what I have seen, heard and felt, and that is all that matters.

Rediscovering and exploring my gifts

Being in contact with my mother — and, eventually, HER mother, as well — on a daily basis set me into research mode. I read the works of psychic mediums. I played with pendulums and Tarot cards. I tried all kinds of divination tools. I found most of them to be somewhat accurate, but not all that user friendly. Plus, there was that “gypsy” and “witch” stigma attached to them. And I’m so NOT a gypsy. Nor am I a witch. But I was still interested in the “why” and the “how” of these extrasensory gifts.

When I was a child, my mother often described me as “perceptive” and “sensitive” when it came to my empath nature. She knew that I knew things that most ordinary kids didn’t know. I never really told her about the things I saw. Spirits in the woods and shit like that. Somehow I knew she wouldn’t believe me if I told her anyway. In fact, I told no one about any of it. Ever.

Finding and losing my twin flame

Shortly after my mother died, in the spring of 2007, I met someone unlike any other person I’d ever encountered in my life. The first time our eyes met, a blinding light flashed in hers. It was so bright, and so startling, I immediately looked away. And I thought, did that just happen? For real? It seemed so…ScyFy. Fear of the unknown prompted me to avoid her as much as possible the first few weeks that I knew her. It wasn’t easy, since we were playing on the same softball team and running with the same crowd. Not to mention that the attraction was crazy magnetic. Unusual, magical things happened when I was nowhere near her, too, that I just knew and felt were related to my connection with her, although we had not even officially “connected” at this point, if you know what I mean. I never mentioned this stuff to her because, really, how do you explain the unexplainable?

It wasn’t until she first uttered the term “forever love” and I saw this amazing dance of colors in her eyes that I realized that this is what our connection was. An undeniable, undying, unconditional love that had spanned many lifetimes. And, of course, I argued there could not possibly be any such thing. I was 36 years old, after all, and I had already had three long-term relationships. Head took over heart with a literal interpretation. Fear triggered resistance.

Eventually, and inevitably, a romance did blossom, but it was short lived. Despite our separation, I still felt strongly connected. Several months later, we tried to reconnect, but failed miserably. It didn’t make sense. Especially since, even years afterward, I still felt as strongly connected as I did in the summer of 2007. It just wouldn’t die. And no other relationship afterward worked because of it. And still won’t. From almost two years ago, when I first began my Akashic journey, to this very day, which I will note is December 21, 2011. Winter solstice. One year outside the dawn of the new era — Winter Solstice 2012.

Loss, loss and more loss

After these two devastating losses, I truly felt I had nothing more to live for. I had no purpose in life. I’d lost most of my friends, as well. I had tried to express myself in blogs, but that only led to more and more chiding and gossiping among my social circle which left me with nowhere to turn. Except inward. Which, in retrospect, is probably the best thing that could ever happen.

Through deep study, I learned more about past lives, soul groups, soul mates and soul contracts than I could have ever imagined. And then, after a month of reading How to Read the Akashic Records, I decided, after a lot of stops and starts and much struggle and panic and tears, that it was just time to let go of all of this. No matter what I felt, I  just had to accept that whatever the Akashic Records said as my personal truth. Even if it meant giving up on my true love.

My personal truth and purpose

I have pages and pages of handwritten journals full of recorded sessions of my time spent in the Akashic Records. Yes, I could literally write a book. To put it in the simplest terms, I got way more than I bargained for. I learned I was right about some things, and I learned I was wrong about many more.

First and foremost, I learned that I have been right all along about the forever love, twin-flame, sacred-union soul mate thing. And I learned I was wrong about no longer having a purpose once I lost her and my mother. The truth is, I chose to incarnate into this particular life at this particular time with MANY soul contracts.

The first soul contract was made over 700 years ago with a ring of 499 other light beings, Pleiadian in origin, to incarnate into physical beings on planet Earth to help raise the vibrations over a course of many lifetimes and incarnations. My Akashic Records say that I have incarnated 39 times, 37 times as a human being on the planet Earth. My twin-flame soul mate and I have incarnated together all 37 times, in soul contract with one another.

My Masters, Teachers and Loved Ones of my personal records have confirmed this fact through a personal friend of mine. She contacted me the day after I first opened my records and asked if they had anything to do with numbers. When I asked why she posed that question, she told me that when she was napping the day before, her dreams kept being interrupted by a piece of notebook paper on which the message 37 Akashic Record Jen appeared. She said this happened at least five times throughout her dream sequence. When I asked the records what the significance was, they said it was their way of confirming not only that number of lifetimes was true, but that the records, in case I had any doubt, were very, very real.

My soul contract for this life was made with several other light beings, and that was to help two families overcome the negative energy cast onto one by the other. This “curse” has affected one family for several generations. It took me a long time to piece this one together, but, once the records showed me the several “ah ha” moments throughout my lifetime leading up to this truth, it all made sense. The physical family I belong to in this lifetime is the one affected by the “curse.” My twin-flame soul mate is currently involved with a member of the family that cast the dark spell that has not only caused turmoil for the family I chose to help, but has also deeply affected the descendants of the family of the casters even worse.

The spell that was cast specified that all the men in the family I am helping would never, ever be successful in life. It has inflicted generations of depression, physical abuse, alcoholism and personal failure. For the family of the spell casters, it has tortured them with incurable disease, learning disabilities, dyslexia and poverty. The negative energy that stems from both of these families is vast, as everyone they come in contact with is affected by it. This is why my soul group chose to assist this particular “family feud” as their cleanup project. Some of the participants in this cleanup are members of my Pleaidian Ring of 500, while others are not.

In theory, what needs to happen here is for the individual in the spell-caster family to send love to the affected family in order to heal both. The “love” in this case being my twin-flame soul mate. I am told by the records that the higher selves of all parties involved are fully aware of this agreement and that, upon awakening, this gesture will be made, with blessings, by the involved individual who belongs to the spell-caster family. Then, and only then, will the negative energy afflicting these two families be released.

After my twin flame returns, we will join together as post-2012 healers here on Earth through word and vision.

The waiting game

My records have provided many very specific details regarding everyone involved over the past 23 months, all of which have checked out to be accurate. These little nuggets of information are what keep my faith in my twin flame alive. In my heart, I know she will do the right thing. My head, however, is another story. I hope that one day I can report on the happy ending to the first portion of this soul contract. Until then, I wait for first contact from my twin flame.

This, of course, is just one piece of my story. After living 37 lifetimes here on Earth with 499 dedicated Pleiadian family members, there are many, many more. Stay tuned.

Akasha: One amazing journey after another.

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If you’ve not yet discovered the Akashic Records, or not had a reading, NOW is a good time! I began exploring my own Akashic Records in January of 2010. It took me a good month or so to work up the courage to open them. You have to be willing to face the truth, you see. And that means possibly letting go of old patterns, ideas, beliefs, and, yes, sometimes even love.

If you’re into reading the works of spiritualists, you may be finding a common phrase in many of their works:

“Remember who you are.”

Huh?

Yeah. I know. Head scratch. Brow rub. Chin tug.

What does THAT mean?

And then there’s the inevitable pregnant pause…

…super-deep inhale…

and the burning question…

“Who AM I?”

Followed by the even more challenging…

“Why am I here?”

And the ever mind-boggling…

“What is my purpose?”

These are all very good questions for your Akashic Records — the keepers of all the details of every life your soul has ever lived and will live. Or, as some folks believe, all the lives your soul is living right now.

Yes. Simultaneously.

Head scratch.

Brow rub.

Chin tug.

Yeah, I know. Still trying to get my head around that one, myself. I mean, if I’m living several lives at this very moment, then why am I stuck here, in the loneliest, most painful and mundane one, for what seems like eons?

That is also a very good question for your Akashic Records. But, brace yourself! The answer may be loaded with way more WTFs than you ever imagined!

Which always brings you back around to this simple reminder: Remember who you are.

And the answer to that is simple. You are a spiritual light being having a human experience. Or several, even, if you can believe that. Which I do believe probably comes from the theory that there is no past, and there is no future; there is only right now.

And this is where I say, “But right now kinda sucks…”

So I open my Akashic Records and I find out more about who I am. Where I came from. Why I’m here. Where I’m going. And what it all means.

Sounds like an escape, doesn’t it?

In some ways, it is. But, when I look at my alternatives — television, Internet, housework — it is usually the most valuable (not to mention affordable) escape available. And it has changed my life so much.

The information I’ve received from my records has helped make sense out of those things that once made no sense at all. It has given me a broader perspective on anything and everything to which I am connected. And it has helped me unravel the mysteries involving those all-too-real dreams that make me go, “Whuuuut tha…?”

My Akashic Records have also helped me understand that everything and everyone on this planet are somehow connected. Whether we like it or not, that IS the truth.

In the coming months, I plan to begin sharing some of my story about my Akashic Records and how they have helped me remember who I am, why I’m here, where I’m going, and what it all means.

Why?

Good question. My first thought about this was, “Who would really even be interested?”

But, now that more and more spiritualists are reminding us, “Remember who you are,” it feels like a good time to share how you can begin to tap into your own personal truth by showing you how I did it. Not just through my own readings, but through readings I have done for my close friends, as well. We’ve learned that we are a very close-knit soul group, connected by “other lives,” and the information we have learned has cinched our bond even tighter.

I look forward to sharing with you our adventures through the Akashic Records. It certainly has been one amazing journey after another.

Magical Messages

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Monday, December 21, 2009 ~ Winter Solstice

I have read that the veils between the physical and spirit worlds are thin on the solstice and equinox dates. I’m not sure WHY this is, but I have read it in numerous articles.

Until my mom died on February 15, 2007, I never noticed much about the spirit world. I’d had creepy experiences in my freshman dorm at 4 Charlesgate East in Boston, MA, back in 1989, (such as objects flying across the room in front of my very eyes) but I never really cared to delve into it. I just acknowledged the presence of the energy and told it that I would respect it as long as it respected me and my property. Things seemed to work out alright after that.

Before my mom died, I had experienced more mysterious things, but, like most people, I would just blow it off as “strangeness” or try to find a logical explanation. After my mom died, however, I really began to notice things…and realize them for what they actually were, rather than making excuses. Cupboards opening, oracle cards being bent, jewelry pieces being disconnected, objects being moved, and, yes, candles lighting themselves were some of the little things that happened around my house on occasion.

I’ve also seen my mother’s handwriting in the bathroom rug, with reminder messages…as if she’s still alive…and she and my grandmother actually appeared in my bathroom mirror one day when I was scrying. Normally only my spirit guides show themselves to me in the mirror when I’m scrying, so seeing mom and grandma that one day was a total shocker.

This is why people think I’m crazy, by the way, because I have opened myself and my third-eye chakra to the spirit world. A few years ago, I would have thought it crazy, too. My attitude was: why talk to dead people? That’s creepy. And weird.

Actually…they’re NOT dead. Just their physical body is gone. Their energy is with us until they decide to move on (whether that is to reincarnate or become a spirit guide is entirely up to them). There is really nothing creepy or weird about it. It’s totally natural. We know this when we’re wee little tykes, but we’re taught to unlearn everything we know…because it’s “creepy and weird.”

Until someone with whom you share unconditional love dies, you may never understand this. Even AFTER that person dies, you may never understand it. But, if you are brave and willing, it may just be worth your while to sit and hold someone’s hand as that person leaves the physical and crosses into the spirit world. I guarantee you that person will be eternally grateful for your willingness to be present as he or she faces the ultimate fear in life…which is “death.”

Holding someone’s hand as the soul crosses from physical to spiritual opens the door for you…if you wish to accept it. If you tell the person crossing you wish to hear from him or her, you will, IF that really is your true desire. The connection will never be lost.

My personal gift is clairaudience, or telepathy. I can hear the thoughts of others — both in the physical and spirit worlds. Usually I only hear thoughts that are directed toward me, so rest assured, this is not an invasive talent. I don’t purposely try to read people’s thoughts unless they are trying to communicate directly with me.

How do I “know” this talent is real? Well, when I receive a thought from someone, and then a text, phone call, email, or IM shortly thereafter from that very person that states something similar, it’s pretty much a huge cinder-block hint that this IS my talent.

So, as you can guess, normally I HEAR from my mom. Especially on days when I am really struggling or stressed, my mom will come through with a reassuring word or sound motherly advice. Sometimes other things will happen, such as her handwriting appearing in the bathroom rug, or I’ll get a glimpse of her full-body apparition (very rare), or I’ll see her in the mirror (twice). Mostly, if I see her, it’s in my dreams. All of this is magical. It is something I truly treasure.

On Monday, December 21, 2009 (winter solstice) my mom came through again. Several times. December 21, 1934 was her birth date. I had a hard day, and every time I thought of her, sadness and tears welled up within me. She would immediately say, “It’s okay, baby. I’m right here. I’m always right here,” every time. I finally managed to settle down later that evening. I remember that I had lit five colored candles in my living room for the angels I work with on a regular basis. Once I had finished my session with the angels, I blew out all the candles and went to take a shower. When I came back out into the living room to turn off the tree lights, I noticed one single candle burning. A white candle. One I never lit.

I sat down on the couch and stared at it. How the…? What the…?

And then my mom spoke. She said, “You don’t have to miss me. I am always here with you.”

When I told my best friend from high school about the candle that lit itself she told me, without skipping a beat, “It was your mom. She lit the candle for her birthday.”

That amazed me, because I did not tell her anything about hearing from my mom right after I noticed the dancing flame of the candle I never lit. She just knew.

It’s nice to have confirmation from my friends that I’m not crazy, weird, or psycho. That may have been the most magical message of all.