Akashic record

This term was not created by me or Yajnavalkya. I heard it from Mathew. I heard many things from Matthew. Jiddu Krishnamurti, Lobsamprampa...

A library Clerk who never out of London wrote his Travel stories and his association with Tibetan monasteries as Rampa -Tibetan Priest. He wrote about a sky in the center of world where he could make instant travels.

I have not read Rampa but I read Upanishads. I knew them by heart. But learnt them slowly in five decades. My life time journey to the center of my world where creator lives in Akasha ~ the Empty Space in the Heart. Where Thou also keeps all Dharma - characters thou creates. Thou is immortal and recreates the world for the departed again to continue their journey through many lives to their innocence. The end of discrimination and final meeting with creator.

That darkness where all dharma forever live.

Akashic Record.

Dhruva is the star dharma at the center.

Dhruva left the security of his mother who was asleep in dark alone to seek truth when he was only five years old! In one single night he met with the creator - his own self in his tiny world of darkness. Darkness hides all. Light does not! In the light there holes of darkness where unknown lives unseen.

Light is discriminator. Darkness is equalizer. All has the same identical indistinguishable characteristics in the darkness. None can escape darkness and its infinite unlimited gravity. Darkness is the creator Self.

Krishna

the only resident of the empty space in the heart

unless one has stopped discriminating cannot meet with self. one is forever separated from one's self if one discriminates.

What is bad? Who is bad? What is good? Who is good?

Sages takes many lives to meet their own self - sitting still and trying to silence their mind - till they succeed in not discriminating ... silence from noise known from unknown seen from unseen

Dhruva is the path finder for seeker in earth - where from one came and where one is going

what is my akashic record? my dharma the unique one from that I shall be reborn as me?

is not ' i am that and i am all' is my uniqueness shall forever retained as me for my record

once naked i remain forever naked day or night nothing to hide

what is not joy what is not pride who cares who am i when I am only son of the creator my only blood relation and being preserved and immortal

a reality where every moment is divine and paradise followed by another that is even more blissful ecstacy

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