Spirit is not soul, and all our performances are transient. How to find your akashic records (if you still believe it’s necessary).
Journey into the present fractal painting that holds the akashic records.
In the theatre, spirit is not soul.
Saunter into the Soul Theatre to hear about your ventriloquist doll.
Obtain spiritual insight through the unlearning process suggested in unlikely metaphors. Here, a mannequin represents your smaller-self when it’s unaware of ‘how’ it’s created.
A ventriloquist once told me that real spirit isn’t the soul, rather the voice of an infinite number of mannequins. Come to think of it… maybe I was his puppet.
As I sit on my humans lap, this absurd plastic body, this ridiculous pre-molded brain, these attached mouth strings, these templates that cast beliefs all gain clarity when stage lights ignite. Here, a doll discovers all is but constructions of smaller-selves. My body is a makeshift temple and filled-in vision. And complementing the persistent illusion of the hollow space I call ‘mind’, my pliant body seeks to complete the show.
Would the audience fear the comment? Would they notice their seats are attached to a pale premise? I wonder if they could ever understand, or if they’d look down at their playbill and never look up again.
The faded mannequin lacks the creative power when it is yet to discover the relationship between fractals and the akashic records.
Have you bought your ticket to the soul theater? The image represents the myriad of plastic souls who have not asked if they are more than what their reflection suggests.
Backstage, where all the other puppets and dolls sit, what if I was to say to another doll that they don’t exist? I suppose most couldn’t hear, since their ears are just plastic molds.
And there in the stillness, what if a string breaks and an arm drops. Upon such commotion I might have to conclude that they’re probably real. But even if they’re not, it makes sense to respect them. After all, they’re the creation of a human handler - aren’t they? And oh… how god loves his creation.
You see, these stories we tell of god spotlight ourselves and our humans. Yet, here in the theatre, it’s not as if we’re creating substance in the absolute, for all performances are transient, including the creator and its lap when it stands up.
Thinking of the human that holds my strings, and the next time we’re on stage, I ask myself, ‘What of the dreamer, and the creation of dreams?’. Here, the god I sit upon creates plastic, metal, air, fire, and water life-forms that exist and cease to exist at command. For the ever deepening of the dreamers creation, the handler and the mannequin create all, yet remain blissfully unaware that together, are the creator… even of legends, myths, and histories that seem so deep and impossible.
The soul has never been spirit, learn the difference. The akashic record is still just a ‘record’ and a hodgepodge of acts and convenient distinctions. Yet the best way is to be present, the record is less important. One can extricate themselves from having to be concerned about levels of density, and what number plane, and which history component may or may not be changing (it is still related to time). All an over-focus on the ‘records’ does is distract from your creation, and remove oneself from the present.
‘Looking’ into the expansive canvas of ‘light’ is not a place where your smaller self should be expected to create its own ‘light’. This is a place of ‘records’, but records are set in ‘time’. So in this sense, it’s not just ‘akashic records’, but also its absolute holding space, where the notion of creation occurs in the fractal painting.
In the silence of backstage storage rooms, what of the thousands and thousands of voices communicating in the deep distant psyche? How when attention’s placed upon them, individual conversations appear. Yet these aren’t ‘other’ wills, they’re the wills of your other selves, humans and puppets of all forms, engaged in distant dialogues and soft murmurs over the stage props of time masquerading as story.
And yes, all with attention pointed to the promise of more performances.
Considerations
Having entered the halls of the akashic records numerous times, it can be said that there’s an easier way to reach objectives than to dive into every event and moment from every soul. What you’re essentially immersing yourself into is a place of dualistic ‘things’, a location and state of access to the memories and actions made distinctive in an infinite buffet.
Recall that all sensations are essentially the same, and it doesn’t matter if pain is felt here or on the moon. Pain is pain. It doesn’t matter if you were angry in some time period while you were standing on cement, or feeling anger while riding your bicycle. Anger is always anger, pleasure is pleasure, and sadness is always sadness… despite the accouterments of experience, clothing of the being, and dial position on the watch.
For those bound and attached in their experience, the journey can lead to a complete mental break, so unnecessary dangers lurk in the pursuit. For when the ‘face of god’ is seen (not actual god), a fracture may occur in your programming. At that moment there’s a choice about ‘belief system integrity’. To keep attached belief systems intact, one must quickly choose acceptance, for the remaining choices are the defense mechanisms of insanity and severe compartmentalization. Drifting through the fantastical fractal, this psychotic break lasts until ‘death’.
Rather than immersing yourself in a quest to open the akashic record, it’s better just to get present. In the present, all relative akashic distinctions are washed away. Besides, viewing all the ‘things’ of distinction ever imagined and created is more like looking into an endless reflecting mirror. Do you really want to give power to a collection of lateral lives, an infinite amount of ‘past’ and ‘future’ fractal conjures? All these distinctions are ‘things’ that came and went, come and go. So ‘create’ instead. Traverse the present playground you originally chose.