THE AKASHIC RECORDS REVISITED

It is said that for each discovery and invention on the face of the earth, the idea or its original or prototype in some cases was already existing in the plane of the mystics and we are tapping the blueprints. We are told that many discoveries are made with assistance from the Siddhas, Angels, Heavenly Souls and others.

Are we then living out a life that has already been mapped out in another plane much earlier?

Dr Amir Farid Isahak wrote two wonderful pieces explaining the Akashic records and the Nadi in his regular column in a local daily many years back. These pieces were also posted in his webpage at www.superqigong.com/articlesmore.asp?id=131.

Akashic Energy - The Star, Sunday September 9, 2007

ONE of the most amazing phenomena I have ever come across is that of the Akashic records or Nadi astrology. Akashic records are records of your life - past, present and future, written by Sidhas over 10,000 years ago. The records are written on wooden Nadi leaves and are read by trained readers.

My first exposure to this was nine years ago, when I first met my Kundalini Master Jagath Guru Mahan Paranjothiar (www.universalpeacefoundation.org) during his visit to Kuala Lumpur. I actually did not know what to expect, as I only went there to pay my respects to a great spiritual master. Before meeting Guruji, I was asked to meet Swaminathan, one of his disciples.

Uir Nadi

Swaminathan is a gifted Uir Nadi reader. When the reading started, the subject's Akashic records would appear in Sanskrit on a shiny metal plate, but only he could see the writings! Even though he could speak English very well, in order not to disturb his concentration and flow, he had another disciple interpret for me. When he started reading my past, it was all accurate. In addition, when the reading of my future was done, I was stunned. After the reading, Swaminathan kissed my hand and called me - Guruji!

When I was introduced to the real Guruji, he surprised me and his senior disciples who were in the room when he said that he had traveled the whole world looking for me. When I told him that just six months previously my Sufi master had come all the way from New York also looking for me (I had not known either of them before) to tell me about my spiritual mission, he smiled and said that they both received instructions from the same GOD! Both of them also said that my son would continue my spiritual work. My son's name is exactly the same as my first Sufi Shaykh's, Muhammad Nazim Adil Al-Haqqani.

Facinated by the Nadi leaves the Dr began to investigate it further. He went for a reading. 

It was explained to me that from the time of creation, everything already had its energy imprint and that the Sidhas had knowledge of this imprint and were able to know almost everything about every individual ever born and to be born into this world. Akasha actually means the inner mind or super conscious realm that merges with the cosmic realm that contains all the information about the past, present and future. The Sidhas had the ability to access this information by their faith and practices.

As a Muslim, this is not foreign to me, as GOD had told the Prophet (peace be upon him): When my servants are close to me, then my ears become their ears, and My eyes become their eyes. (From Hadis Qudsi, meaning that those who are close to GOD will have access to knowledge that is not available to others.)

The Dr who being a medical specialist, practices holistic, aesthetic and anti-ageing medicine too and is a qigong master and founder of Super Qigong, relates the Nadi to his teachings. 

In energy healing, nadi refers to the channels through which the life force (prana or qi) flows, interspersed by the chakras (energy centers). It is estimated that there are about 72,000 nadis traversing the inner body.

The Nadi leaves referred here are the channels of information to the entire human race. If they take the good advice, they can live in peace and harmony. Therefore, the Nadi leaves are important for the health of humanity, since they carry advices and remedies for our physical, emotional and spiritual problems.

Dr Farid explains the various forms of prediction and delivery of the Akashic records.

Muslims are not allowed to go to fortunetellers because we are to do our best, pray for divine assistance, and then accept that whatever happens is predetermined, and good in the eyes of GOD. To go to fortunetellers may cause the person to believe in what is being predicted, at the risk of losing sight of the fact that it is GOD who determines everything, including our future.

The subject of fate and destiny is something very complex and confusing to most. While everything is already written down, not everything is revealed by GOD, even to the Prophets, Saints, and Sidhas. With his permission, these chosen people do get accurate information about the future, and the information can be in detail. That is why all Prophets made prophesies, as part of the signs of prophet hood, and as guidance and warnings to their followers and all humanity. The Saints and Sidhas also are given similar gifts of prophesy, although at a less significant level and power compared to prophets.

There are fortunetellers, psychics, clairvoyants, modern-day prophets, bomohs, sinsehs and other traditional soothsayer who predict and prophesies with varying accuracies. Their source is the lowest realm of the cosmic database. Some even predict 4-digit numbers accurately, which goes to show that this realm is accessible to anyone who ventures in, for good use or for gambling and black magic. It is also the realm that dark spirits have absolute access to.

Akashic records are at a higher realm, available only to those who are destined to know their future. If you go for your reading, be assured, you record is there. If you never go for your reading, be assured the Sidhas did not waste their time writing about someone who was never going to have his record read. Even children's records are read by their parents in preparation for their future upbringing. There have been over 10 billion humans since the first man (Adam for some of us), and the Sidhas have written for all those who will go to have their readings done, until the end of time.

When I was part of the editorial team for the departmental bulletin at my office, I came across a wonderful piece on our past records that I found on the net. I used it in the bulletin.

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There was no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "People I Have Liked".

 

I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory could not match.  A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird: "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At."

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I Have Yelled At My Brother." Others I could not laugh at: "Things I Have Done In Anger", "Things I Have Murmured Under My Breath At My Parents."

I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. 

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I had not found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. 

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal age broke in me. One thought dominated my mind. "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out, its size did not matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards, but as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. 

And then I saw it.

The title bore "People That I Have Taught About Allah." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. Must lock it up and hide the key!"

The above piece was published in June of 1998. Today after twenty years, I see the similarity of this room with that of the Nadi readers. Here too is housed shelves of Nadi, old palm leave recordings of individuals, that are revealed when one seeks and looks for his when the time is right. I believe the Kaanda Nadi is a written record of each individual's file in this room where the Akashic Records are stored while the Jeeva Nadi is the reading of these records in real time. The Siddhas hold the key to his room. They can sometimes refuse access to your records asking you to perform small rituals or prayers first before they reveal it to you. There are some who came and left empty handed. There are individuals who were refused a reading too.

I was allowed entry into this room in 2002. The revelation was astounding. I was left speechless. The Nadi reader took my thumb print and came in with three stacks of Nadi leaves, each stack binded with a single long string and had a couple of wood one at the top and another at the bottom to protect its contents from damage, as in the books with hardcovers.

A year later when I chanced to meet my very first Guru Supramania Swami in Tiruvannamalai, he connected with the Akashic plane and revealed so much information for a solid five hours, keeping me engaged and in tears. What amazed me further was that he could reveal the exact things mentioned by Agathiyar in my Nadi reading without me having disclosed or shared my Nadi with him. 

Tavayogi Thangarasan Adigal too acknowledged that it was possible to connect with these records in meditation, having come to know of his past births through this means. He brought out stacks of Nadi in his keeping and showed them to me when I was visiting his Ashram for the very first time in 2005. In later years he came to read the Jeeva Nadi himself. Today Mataji Sarojini Ammaiyar provides a reading in the footsteps of her guru.

I guess as for now, folks like us, have to depend on the Siddhas and their Nadi for a clue to what is going on in our lifes. As a friend mentioned last evening that it was a boon to have come to know the Siddhas and their Nadi as they are continuously guiding us to make the right decisions, motivating us in our times of despair, bringing us to share our wealth with others, bringing us to serve the unfortunate and living a fulfilling and worthy life. He quipped that it also gave him the shivers when he is called in for a Nadi reading these days for the Siddhas do at times take us to task for our refusal to listen just as our parents and teachers do.