Truly the number of different types of Records held within the Akash can be staggering for the human
mind to conceptualize. Just like we have different types of libraries here on earth (e.g. Law, medical,
architectural, fine arts, etc.) there are different types of libraries within the Akash.
Some of those libraries would be human, animal, plant, mineral, galactic, and planetary to name just a
very select few. Within each one of those libraries there are subcategories, just like we have different
sections in our libraries here on earth (e.g. Fiction, non fiction, biographies, history, romance, etc.).
An example would be in the Akash Library that houses the ‘Human Earth Records’ of each individual
soul there are subcategories. Some of those subcategories would be past lives, future possibilities or
probabilities, life lessons, to name just a very select few. Another example would be in the Akash Library
for planetary records of Planet Earth (by the way, each planet in our solar system has its own records
within the Akash) there would be subcategories such as race, religion, country, and so on and so forth.
For each country has its own file, its own “life lessons”, its own karma, just as each religion does, each
city, each town and each race of people.
One can drill down and see the plethora of records that is housed within the Akash. For if each thought,
each action, each word we have spoken has been recorded and imprinted upon the Akash than the
number of files within our own records is indeed staggering for our human mind.


The Plethora of the Akash
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Come, sail with me on a quiet pond. The shores are shrouded, the surface smooth. We are vessels on the pond and we are one with the pond.
A fine wake spreads out behind us, traveling throughout the misty waters. Its subtle waves register our passage.
Your wake and mine coalesce, they form a pattern that mirrors your movement as well as mine. As other vessels, who are also us, sail the pond that is us as well, their waves intersect with both of ours. The pond’s surface comes alive with wave upon wave, ripple upon ripple. They are the memory of our movement; the traces of our being.
The waters whisper from you to me and from me to you, and from both of us to all the others who sail the pond:
Our separateness is an illusion; we are interconnected parts of the whole- we are a pond with movement and memory. Our reality is larger than you and me, and all the vessels that sail the waters, and all the waters on which they sail.
Ervin Laszlo ‘Science and the Akashic Field’
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