Self Healing As a Child

The search for the famous Hall of Records has never eased in all theses centuries. As a youth, the stories and legends fascinated me, as so many others, but it is as illusive as ever in these days of modern discoveries. Many of the ancient lands are being destroyed by war now, bombs, mortars and car bombs are just not the way to uncover ancient sites. But Humans will do what they will to do.

Physics has probably thrown more insight into this search than archeology, the new worlds being discovered in the realm of micro-biology’s will see the discovery of this haunting myth more than digging in the sands of ancient cities. I am certain though, that there is a structure beneath the Earth that will one day reveal mountains of scrolls and texts about life before our time. While in the mean time, deep seeing microscopes may well reveal the written record of Humankind upon the Earths history.

Ancient Yoga texts speak clearly of knowledge contained deep within the Human form, and the process of meditation as a means of extraction of this knowledge, in our time we call it intuitive knowledge. Knowledge that just seems to magically appear in our minds, as if we had always known it. Some knowledge is instinctive – if your in the street and see a truck coming at you, especially if it says ‘ Dodge Ram ‘ on the front, instinct says, read and respond – quickly. Other knowledge’s appear as a response to circumstance, just ‘ knowing ‘ what to say to someone, even if you are also surprised at what came out of your mouth. In decades of meditation, many forms of knowledge have been released from my biological Hall of Records, most often in the form of imagery in a sort of re-experiencing phenomenon. As often as I have fantasized about knowing all, as God, I became resigned to the reality, that this knowledge in my depths comes to me by a ‘ need to know ‘ basis. Which ironically is also the basis the military reveals its secrets. While in front the truck coming at me, the need for speed becomes a super-human ability to move at eye escaping speeds, and once safely out of the way, things return to ‘ normal ‘ within my inner environment. Just as when I seek knowledge’s of ancient cultures, a streaming revelation of imagery, sensations return to my mind, as though actually there. Many attribute this to imagination coupled with stored data I may have read over the years, but imagination requires at points during the imagining for me to stop the process and think of things to fill in the blanks, while streaming memories come into consciousness of their power, with no need to fill in any blank spots, because there are none. It is a process that stops me in my tracks to honor its presence, rather than me stopping to create it within my imagination. In meditation I am but an observer in the process.

We carry all of our ancestors experiences recorded in our biology’s, deep within the DNA they sleep, awakened when their counsel is needed in the present. We are the Hall of Records we seek, and we are the Akashic record of ancient lore. Science is not far away from opening these halls of knowledge and past experience of lives gone by. Discovering that we are the sum total of all this in the present. This arises the debate of the ‘ clean slate ‘ when we are born, or the totality of many lives across time. This is the realm of free will, and choice, believing whatever works for you according the needs of the lifestyle you have chosen for yourself. I have often found it wise to enter into some circumstance with the belief I ‘ know nothing ‘ even though it may be a situation I have been in before. This allows me to walk into it freely, with no baggage or preconceived notions of what I may find within it.

My Hall of Records is like having an ancient wise one walking with me through out the day, someone that always seems to know what to do, what to say, and how to use the knowledge wisely. Simple observation dictates that there is unseen forces at work in us, just to arise from the bed in the morning, a program that runs from our hard drive without our having to awaken it with conscious talk. Awakening our records is a matter of desire and need, but is very akin to files in our computers, many we never need to become aware of and just accept they are running fine because our computer is running fine. Then there are files we access all the time consciously, but it is also fun to go into the files, just to see what is there.

My grandfather always said, ” the best place to hide something, is where everyone can see it. ” Perhaps this little insight applies to the Hall of Records.