Chapter thirty-one

Akash

The Farley Street neighborhood was changing. Mr. Copeland needed constant care. Gael was dealing with bipolar mood swings. Mr. Tartal had developed a strange pattern of returning home and staying for a few days before suddenly disappearing again. His behavior made Zeke’s mother extremely disillusioned with her life. The toxic cycle of him coming back and then becoming emotionally distant again made her question her relationship with him and her faith in life and in love.

Things changed even more when fourteen-year-old Leia boldly declared she likes girls instead of guys, and she wasn’t going to take any flak from anyone about it, especially her father. The news sent Gael into a downward spiral, as he still had unresolved feelings for her. Mrs. Tartal was initially in shock but revealed she could work with the adjustment. And Maya, being her twin, admitted she sensed it all along and was taking a neutral stance for the time being.

Though initially surprised by the revelation, Zeke was happy to see his little sister slowly turning from an aggressive, adamant child to a resilient, responsible, and mature teenager. Maya, on the other hand and the more sensitive twin, began growing in the opposite direction, so much so it had started to concern Zeke. Originally, Kai had been around to guide her, but with him gone, she began to make more rash and immature decisions. She was staying away from home much more now, basically mirroring her father’s behavior (which she abhorred), but she did it anyway. She started having crushes on older, scuzzy boys, all of whom made Zeke extremely uncomfortable because of their negative energies.

After developing his gift of Clair, Zeke began to understand the energies of the people around him. He could sense emotions and feelings, almost like reading minds. His visions also became more frequent and reoccurring. Zeke spent two weeks nurturing the amethyst, cleansing and clearing it of all negative energies by keeping it under running water, charging his crystal under the sky on a full moon night, collecting a jar full of fresh spring water, and charging it with the amethyst. The next morning, he drank his magical water and went about his day. While drinking it, a smile came across his face, instantly reminding him of his little leprechaun friend Zag, his magic potions, and his mischievous shenanigans. His consciousness was instantly raised. He was so happy and at peace with himself and everything around him that he finished his chores faster than ever.

He was reading the Egyptian Book of Myths bit by bit every night. That night, as he was reading the book, his mind was so calm that he instantly fell asleep. It wasn’t a very deep sleep, though. He was only half asleep when he saw a saintly young man and a woman standing beside his bed. They both had beautiful violet halos around their heads.

“Whoa!” Zeke jumped out of his bed. “Who are you?” he inquired. “Are you from Lyra, or are you from Ancient Egypt?”

The duo had warm, disarming smiles on their faces. The woman said, “Dear child, be not alarmed. We’re from the realm of Akash.”

Zeke kept staring at them, trying to make sense of things, as she continued, “We have arrived because you invoked us.”

“When did I invoke them… and why?” he wondered to himself.

As if reading his mind, the man instantly answered, “You invoked us by accepting the gift of the holy amethyst, child. I am Saint Germain, and this is my divine counterpart, Lady Portia, just as you have your divine counterpart in Zoom. Dear child, do not fear us for we come in peace.”

“How do you know about the amethyst… and Zoom for that matter?” Zeke was less apprehensive of them now but still curious.

Lady Portia lovingly caressed his hair like his mother often did and said, “You are very special to us, Ezekiel. We know everything about you. We’ve been watching over you and waiting for you to invoke us so we can help you on your mission.”

“It’s great that I know your names, but I still don’t know who you are, what you do, or what you want from me,” Zeke felt emboldened enough to inquire.

“Ezekiel, you and I, we are the same. We are beings of light. I am among the many ascended masters who succeeded in transcending this physical realm to be released from the cycle of birth and death. I am the Lord of the Violet Ray, the seventh ray of light, and I promote the Flame of Freedom,” St. Germain explained.

“Dear child, I’m the Goddess of Justice, one of the Lords and Ladies of Karma. I promote the Flame of Justice by maintaining the balance between mercy and judgment, heart and head. Together, we are the keepers of the mighty Violet Flame, a cleansing purifying light,” Lady Portia added lovingly.

They both bowed their heads and spoke in unison. “From today onward, we are at your service, Lord Ezekiel.”

“That still doesn’t tell me where you come from and what you want from me.”

“I told you we have come from Akash, son, and what we want is to help you,” Lady Portia reiterated.

Zeke felt and looked embarrassed as he had no idea what Akash meant.

“There is a hidden realm, here on Earth, named in the ancient Indian language of Sanskrit as Akash, meaning ‘sky.’”

He still had his doubts. “Why call it Akash instead of simply calling it the sky, then?”

“Trust us and come with us, dear child. You shall know everything in time,” St. Germain said as he reached out his hand.

Zeke had learned to trust his visions by now, so he did not hesitate to take the saint’s hand. He could see himself floating out of his body as if the saint was removing his soul from him. After a few moments, the experience became too intense, and as he was about to panic, the saint calmed him down. “Have faith, child. It is only your astral form that I have removed from its husk. You shall be fine.”

As he calmed down, the three ascended to the heavens. They soon reached a palatial hall that had quite a few stairs to climb and a grand, ornate portico marking the entrance to the hall. A young man and a woman hurriedly descended the crystalline stairs as if they were waiting all along to welcome them.

“Meet the keepers of the Akashic Records, Ezekiel. As we wait for you here outside the hall, they’ll show you yours,” St. Germain said in a matter-of-fact way, handing him over to them.

The young man and woman gently held his hands, took him up the stairs inside the hall, and began showing him around what looked like a huge library full of books. Every book looked the same to him. They were all huge and looked like office registers. That confused him even more. He had never heard of anything like this before. He knew he was in a dream, over which he should have some control, but he didn’t seem to have much control over what he saw here.

“Wha… what are Akashic Records?” He didn’t know how to address them properly, but he finally mustered some courage and asked, stuttering slightly.

“The books you see on those shelves are the Akashic Records, dear child. Every soul has one dedicated to it when it chooses to incarnate as a human being. Every action from the moment of birth and the consequences of those actions are updated and maintained in these records for all the lifetimes spent on Earth. The Akashic Records hold the key to the past, present, and future. They show you the accounts of your good and bad deeds.”

Zeke felt extremely overwhelmed by all that he saw. He dropped to the floor of the library, just sitting there and looking all around in utter amazement. He now understood why St. Germain and Lady Portia had introduced him to the ancient Indian word ‘Akash.’ He looked at them, wanting to ask something again, but the man had already read his mind.

“Yes, the knowledge of the Akashic Records was first revealed to the philosophers of Hinduism, the ancient Indian religion, but every part of the world will eventually become aware of it through lightworkers like you. Once people know there’s a library up in the sky, which maintains a book of records for every human action, they’ll learn to become more cautious with, accountable for, and responsible towards their actions, words, and deeds,” Saint Germain explained to him.

Zeke still felt overwhelmed by what he saw. It was an infinite library, full of an infinite number of books of record, so neatly kept in such an organized manner. “Who maintains all of this, and how? The life of every human is recorded with such precision and perfection. How can that be?”

“We maintain everything,” the woman declared. “We are the keepers of human fate. We record every deep thought, every action, every fraction of a second, and at one time, so did you. You have had many, many lives, Ezekiel.”

They brought him a massive book of records, and it was far larger than any other book in the hall. It had pages of gold leaf and his name, Zeke Tartal, printed on it in bold. Zeke felt uneasy about this whole thing and was terrified of what he might find if he opened and read the book, so he asked them, “So, this holds the deeds for all the lives I’ve lived? Is there any way I can reduce the effects of my bad deeds from other lifetimes, heal myself in this lifetime, and become free of the burden I carry?”

The keepers of the Akashic Records looked at each other and smiled. “You’ll receive your answer soon. Come with us.”

They took him to another part of the library where Zeke saw the shimmering silhouette of a woman sitting in the lotus position on the floor between two rows of bookshelves. Seven different colored lights radiated from seven different parts of her body. The lights, as bright and powerful as sunlight, almost encapsulated her entire being. Unable to look directly at the dazzling lights, he instinctively covered his eyes.

“We know your book of records scared you. It looked huge, heavy, and daunting to read,” the young woman said with affection. “The Book of Records is not meant to be read like physical books, my child. It is read through higher wisdom, through the mind, like you see this woman reading her Akashic records here.”

The young male guide intervened. “Look at her again and carefully look this time. You’ll see how she is letting the knowledge seep into her.”

It took Zeke a couple minutes to acclimate his eyes to the dazzling effect of the lights. When his eyes finally did settle on her, he was left in absolute awe of what he saw in front of him. Sparkly white bits of letters and words flowed from the shelf, gathering in a circular motion above her head, forming a crown of snowflakes. They settled for a brief moment, then entered her brain one by one.

“What is this? Is this like the abilities I read about?” He was left spellbound, and he wanted to know more about the magic he was witnessing right before his eyes.

“It is far more than that, child. It’s a direct descent of information from Source when your mind is in perfect harmony and attuned to the wisdom of your highest self.” The woman smiled at him reassuringly, observing the bewilderment in his eyes.

“That is amazing! Will I ever be able to learn this and attain this state of perfect bliss and harmony? Can I connect with Source like her?” he inquired innocently.

“Of course, son. That is why you are here. You can connect with Source Energy from anywhere on Earth, even from a corner of your little house on Farley Street. This is just a practice of expanding your consciousness beyond the physical plane and touching your multidimensional, non-physical, and metaphysical aspects. This woman is in a state of oneness with the universe, which you humans term the bliss of meditation. Every human being can eventually attain this state with a little practice and dedication. Anybody can become an ascended master if they learn to shed the density blocking their energy field. You lightworkers have an advantage of reaching this state faster as you are old souls who have achieved so much already.”

“How can humans shed their dense energies?” He was immediately reminded of the childlike joy he saw in St. Germain and Lady Portia, as opposed to the dense, toxic energies carried by his father and the boys Maya hung out with.

“By shedding the darkness inside of them,” they answered as they walked out of the Akashic Library and brought him to St. Germain and Lady Portia. After what seemed like quite a few miles to him, they reached a temple-like structure further up in the sky.

“This was once an ancient Hindu temple that no longer exists on Earth,” said St. Germain. The Akashic Library and the temple were both roofless, with countless stars twinkling above them. He had seen many ancient Egyptian temples and the underworld in the book of myths. All of them had statues of different deities in them, but inside this Indian temple, he could see no statues of deities.

Instead, he saw a heavy old man sitting under a banyan tree rooted within the temple’s inner sanctum. The man held a string of beads in his hands, which reminded Zeke of the hundred-year-old Hawaiian healer who left him a string of very similar-looking beads. The man was sitting in the lotus position with his eyes half closed, in a state of trance. His body was draped in a long and unstitched piece of a saffron-colored robe. He had a head full of shiny long white hair and an equally long white beard. A few strings of beads adorned his neck, too.

As Zeke and the two saints walked towards the temple, the old man opened his eyes for a moment, looked at them and smiled, and then went back to a state of meditative trance again. Then, Zeke stopped dead in his tracks, watching the transformation of the man right in front of his eyes. The old man began chanting a mantra, unlike anything Zeke had heard before. It consisted of seven distinct sounds.

“Lam-Vam-Ram-Yam-Ham-Om-Aum.”

With each different sound, a different part of the man’s body lit up, from his forehead to the base of his spine, areas Zeke knew to be the centers of the seven chakras. He looked on as the man’s physical body slowly turned into a shimmery silhouette of light, with all the dazzling-colored lights spinning from different centers gradually covering his entire body, just like the woman in the library.

“I saw a similar person at the Akashic Library. Why are these different colors emanating from these people? Why do their bodies turn into silhouettes of light?” he asked.

“It’s because you see their real bodies. The woman at the library and the man you see here are from two very different times in human history. The woman at the library is a modern-day woman, alive and living currently on Earth, while the man you see in front of you now is an ancient Hindu sage who has left his physical body. As they have both attained their light forms, you can see both equally well. The light forms of humans don’t get destroyed like their physical bodies. They simply lie dormant, waiting for their physical selves to activate them.” The saints’ words almost gave Zeke a headache because he was processing so much information so quickly, but he continued to listen.

“Whenever a soul reincarnates on Earth, the light form reattaches itself to its new physical body and continues its journey of evolution. This is why many people have memories from their past lives once their light is activated. Because of that light, their knowledge integrates into their cellular memories.”

“So that’s why I remember my life on Lyra! Zoom touched my light form, and I gained memories from my life as Ezekiel.” His mind flashed like snapshots as the saint went on.

“A triad of light, spirit, and body creates a vehicle of light called Merkaba around your physical body, waiting to merge with it. The more you shed your darker energies, the more this Merkaba integrates into your physical body and activates your light form, opening your mind to cosmic wisdom.”

“But how can humans achieve this higher state when most of us aren’t even aware of its existence?” Zeke still had many questions to ask.

“That is your mission,” roared a great voice from inside the temple. “To spread the word on Earth, so people become aware of the limitations they create in and around them. It is your mission to learn how to unload this burden humanity has put upon itself and make them aware of it so they can heal themselves and become eternal beings.”

As the voice came closer, a pure, luminescent form magically appeared. Zeke rubbed his eyes in disbelief as an angel with marvelous wings and a flaming sword in his hand stood before him. He immediately recognized this to be the archangel Michael from his dream and the crystal statue he purchased at Noah Leitner’s shop. “Dear child, now that we have finally met, allow me to explain it all. All lightworkers currently on Earth correspond with a ray of divine light, and each light has an archangel guiding and protecting it. I, Archangel Michael, am the guardian of blue light. I protect Blue Ray beings, such as yourself.”

“Protect us? From what?”

“From darkness. From evil, my child. We angels, as multidimensional beings of light, we can be everywhere at once. We watch over the human race, yet we cannot meddle in their affairs unless we are invoked.”

“So, you can help anyone once they invoke you? And how do you do that?”

“I can be called upon by any lightworker of the Blue Ray. They can summon me once they learn to cleanse their mind of all negative thoughts. Even you can call upon me. With my flaming sword, I can cut through all evil and all that may seek to harm you or your loved ones. But my power must be earned. To have the power to summon me, you will have to face my trial, just as you must face the trials of the others.”

A lot of what Archangel Michael said confused him, but nothing more so than what he said at the end.

“Others? What others?”

Then, the six remaining archangels came out from six corners of the temple to meet Zeke. Archangel Zadkiel came ahead of the others.

“Dear son, I am the guardian of the Violet Ray, the champion of change and transformation. I guide and protect all those who wish to change and evolve. I represent the light of the Holy Amethyst, and I stand for the cleansing of all darkness from the hearts of men.”

Zeke stared in awe at Zadkiel as his divine counterpart, Holy Amethyst herself, emerged from the shadows. “We were sending you constant signs to let us help you. Finally, you brought my power home, nurtured it, and invoked us,” she revealed.

Zeke listened carefully, trying to decipher the role of the archangels and the significance of their presence in human lives. Once again, his mind was read, and this time it was Archangel Raphael who spoke. “I sense the questions that invade your mind, Ezekiel, and the answers are simpler than you think. You, a child from a city in America, stand in an ancient Hindu temple, surrounded by European saints and archangels recognized by all the Abrahamic religions of the world. Look around. All of this, all of us, are connected by faith.

“Humans can attain their true light form simply by having faith. There’s nothing more to it. Break the walls of your mind. You have more to grasp, Ezekiel. You had a Portuguese nanny in Michigan, a Lyran lover on Earth, a mythical Irish leprechaun living in your shoe, a cosmic hummingbird reciting rhymes on Farley Street, a hundred-year-old Hawaiian sage teaching you how to heal, an old American man leading you to a book on ancient Egypt, a black cat helping you find a magic crystal, and even a night owl chanting pearls of wisdom into your ears. Do you still not see?”

Zeke stared at him blankly as he failed to understand where this was all heading. Archangel Michael smiled warmly as he answered the question asked by Raphael.

“We are all one — you humans and all of us here in the etheric realms. Everything is one, dear son. We do not have separation in the higher realms. There are no constraints of time and space, no past, no present, and no future. Everything is happening here and now. There’s no death or suffering, no religions, races, sects, or fragmented societies here, either,” he reiterated.

Archangel Gabriel added, “Those are human-created concepts that have shackled their feet. The metaphysical world is the world of non-duality, oneness, and freedom. This is the realm of truth and eternity. Whenever cosmic beings have tried connecting with humans to help them understand this, they’ve been able to grasp only a small bit of the entire truth and began propagating it as the ultimate knowledge. They’ve fought with each other and created so much separation, divided humans into tiny little segments and groups, created religions and belief systems around these little fragmented truths they received upon contact with us, ignoring the bigger picture and the magnitude of it.”

“All of this, it makes me want to learn more, but I still do not understand what you meant by ‘trials.’”

Now, it was the Archangel Uriel who spoke. “We will cleanse your chakras, Ezekiel, but to gain our guidance, you must be tested and purged of all that would make you impure. We will test your faith, your knowledge, your connection to the universe, and your resolve to see it all through. But first, we must heal you.”

The archangels had him lie on a bed of granite inside the temple sanctum. Archangel Raphael came ahead and touched Zeke’s chest, pouring out a beautiful and warm green light that swirled around his little heart and began healing it. One after the other, they came forward and touched the corresponding chakra center in his body, sending healing lights to each of his chakras.

“Human beings have hurt and wounded each other’s divine and holy hearts for far too long, and their wounded hearts need healing,” he said. As the angels were busy healing him, St. Germain and Lady Portia slowly began walking away from the temple.

“Will you not stay and help me heal?” Zeke asked them.

“Our work today is done, child.” they both said in unison. “Now, your trial begins.”