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‘Dead’ (an extract from ‘Brianna: a life between lives’)
March 16, 2016, 00:26
Filed under: Justice, NLP, personal development, Saivism, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: , , ,


I’m not dead?” Thought Brianna as she opened her eyes. But where was she? The first thing she was aware of was the light and the sense of peace. It seemed as if she saw, but if she saw, she knew not what she saw.

Hello!” Said a friendly voice. Suddenly she could see a man looking down where she lay. He looked as kind as his voice, with an amused smile and twinkling eyes as if he were enjoying a joke to which he was about to deliver the punchline.

Hello,” replied Brianna. “I thought I was dead!”

You are.” Said the man, “At least on your world, you are.”

Where am I?” Asked Brianna.

On your world people call this place the Akashic Record” Replied the man and, as he spoke, around him, came into Brianna’s focus shelves and shelves of books in bookcases stretching as far as she could see. Between the shelves she could now see people moving. Every now and then one would select a book from the shelves and begin to study it.

I wish I had learned to read.” Sighed Brianna, sadly, “But there always seemed something more important to do!”

Here, try this.” Said the man, handing her a large leather-bound volume.

I can’t…”she began then exclaimed in surprise, “That’s my name on the front, I can read it!”

Open it.”

Brianna opened the book and fell silent as she turned the pages. Sometimes she turned several at once, oft times she paused and several times her eyes filled with tears. She looked up at her companion with awe on her face and asked.

Are you God?” She asked, her eyes wide. The man laughed and laughed and whenever he paused and caught her eye he laughed again. Brianna began to get annoyed, “What’s so funny?” She demanded.

I’m sorry,” laughed the man, “I just work here. I am to look after you until your case is settled. If you like you may call me ‘Caraid’. Just think of me as a friend you didn’t know you had until now.”

Caraid looked at Brianna and asked, “What do you want to know?”

Why am I here?” She asked.

What do you mean ‘here’?”

Why am I in this place?”

What do you remember?”

The last thing I remember was Eoin striking me with An Bás. After that everything went black. I should not be here, I should not be anywhere!”

And why not?” Asked Caraid, “As a wise man once said, ‘Everybody’s got to be somewhere!’”

When one meets death on the blade of An Bás there is no Heaven nor Hell, no Lands of The Dead, no rebirth only oblivion, nothingness.”

Caraid smiled and explained, “Had An Bás killed you that might be the case. However after Eoin struck you what would certainly would have been a fatal blow, the Earl of Desmond cut your head from your shoulders. Normally the dead have properly allocated places, but your status is in dispute.”

Caraid noted the confused look on Brianna’s face and continued. “An Bás is claiming that, as her wound was mortal, you belong to her. Your supporters on the Council, on the other hand, are arguing that as the blow that actually ended your life was Gearoid Eorla’s, An Bás’s claim should be denied. The problem is that until your case is settled you have to be kept apart from the ordinary sequence of events and so you are here.

If it makes you feel better, you have some powerful friends on the Council. Manannan and Arawn are both arguing for you as well as several of whom you won’t have heard.

So who is this Council,” asked Brianna, “I’ve never heard of it?”

Actually you have.” Responded Caraid with a chuckle. “Cathbad told you about them in your schooling, you just weren’t listening.”

Brianna followed up with, “What exactly do you do then, are you on the Council?”

Good question? You could say I’m your guide while you’re here. Indeed I’m always your guide when you’re here.”

But I’ve never been here before!” Protested Brianna, looking confused again.

Oh, you’ve been here often. Hitherto you’ve never realised it.”

So I’ve been here, but couldn’t see it?”

You still can’t see it!” Chuckled Caraid, “Come I have much to show you.”

Where does my book go?” Asked Brianna looking for a gap on the shelves.

Just let it go. It’ll find you when you need it.”

Caraid led Brianna around the corner of a bookcase to an outdoor café by the canal. I say ‘the’ canal because to her it seemed appropriate as if it was always there and this was an everyday occurrence. She looked behind her, but there was no bookcase only the café with its green, white and red striped awning.

Caraid held up a hand and called for coffee and grappa. Brianna looked down for a moment at the table and found, to her surprise, in front of her a small cup of espresso and a glass of amber liquid.

It looks like whisky.” She remarked matter of factly.

Ponte Vecchio” replied Caraid, “a change from your usual mead I think”

For a moment Brianna silently enjoyed the grappa and the coffee while her mind formulated a question.

We were in a library, we never left it yet we are now outside a café. How did that happen?”

Caraid smiled. “The Akasha contains the experience of all the universes and all within them. You only see a library because people tend to think of a place of records as a collection of books. Were you a parliamentary archivist you would probably see scrolls rather than books.”

I know scrolls,” said Brianna, “I’m not sure what a parliamentary archivist is though.”

It doesn’t matter, and you do know. What matters is the awareness that you see through the identity you are wearing. When Steve Jobs accesses the records he calls up a computer terminal.” Responded Caraid, without further explanation. He watched Brianna expectantly.

A parliamentary archivist keeps records of the business of government,” said Brianna slowly “And Steve Jobs was an inventor. He’s dead.” She added.

No, he’s just not Steve Jobs on Earth. And he always will be.”

Ponte Vecchio is a bridge in Florence.” Blurted out Brianna. “How did I know that?”

You remembered.” Replied Caraid.

But I’ve never been to Italy!” Objected Brianna.

No, but someone has.” Said Caraid, “All experience is here in the Akashic Field. That the memory came so easily suggests someone close to Brianna has.”

I can see the memories of Eoin?” Asked Brianna.

Of course you can. And as Brianna is dead and will not meet him again on Earth, there is no harm in you doing so.”

So if I were still alive I couldn’t look at his memories?”

Caraid took a sip of grappa, smiled and put his glass down.“Those who are alive on Earth are encouraged to observe certain guidelines when they read the Akashic Records. There are those who would abuse the Akashic which is why there are people like me to police them. Basically we like people to respect others and not abuse their privacy, not to intrude upon their privacy, not to gossip. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should.”

He looked at her and, satisfied she was paying attention, continued. “There is always a temptation to use the Akashic Records to gain an advantage over others, to even manipulate events. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes it is entirely appropriate to use the Akashic to manipulate the universe, sometimes even for personal gain, as long as it serves the higher purpose and doesn’t interfere with what must be.”

What must be?” Queried Brianna.

Each world, each universe, has an unfolding purpose. Some people, particularly those who are very powerful abrogate to themselves the right to manipulate events which interfere or interrupt the proper progress of events. An Bás is one of them. Brianna’s death was unfortunate as it means we have to make adjustments to the progress of history. If An Bás has her way we will lose your energy and we have other plans for it.” Caraid paused for a moment, he looked annoyed. “I’m sorry I really shouldn’t have told you that, the future is none of your business.”

You can see the future?” Gasped Brianna wide- eyed.

All futures.” Rep[lied Caraid with a smile, happy to have her asking the questions he wanted her to.

Is it possible to read the past of the Akashic Records?” Asked Brianna.

The Akasha has no past.”

No past?”

No. No past, no future. The Akasha is only and always now.” Stated Caraid, his eyes inviting her to question him further.

Brianna’s eyes looked up and down, left and right, then down again. She raised her gaze back to Caraid and asked. “Outside the Akashic there is past and future, yes?”

Yes.” nodded Caraid with an expression that suggested the answer was inadequate.

Outside the Akashic there is past, present and future, right?” Brianna sought assurance.

Right.” Caraid agreed.

How does that work? Is time different here?” Asked Brianna.

Caraid laughed. “You are remembering how time moves differently between the Lands of Youth and the World of Men.”

Humans.” Corrected Brianna.

Indeed!” Laughed Caraid, “And they have left their mark on you, as you’ll appreciate when you read your record. Anyway time. There is no time in the Akashic, no passage of time. However the Akasha contains all time, all pasts, all presents and all futures. Not only that, it contains all possible pasts, presents and futures. It contains them all and they are all present, now. The Akasha is all present or all presence.”

Caraid continued, “You, like most creatures in the material worlds, perceive time as linear. When we watch you we see you moving in time as if on a plane. You may pass people travelling in different directions, your past may be their future, your future their past. Where you meet them is the present and it will, whichever direction you travel, become your past.”

Caraid paused to allow Brianna to reflect on their conversation.

What about chronology?” She said eventually.

Far more flexible than people realise. A chronological event is only fixed when it is a point of meeting and only for those who meet there or relate to those who meet.” Replied Caraid. He saw the expression on Brianna’s face and added, “It sounds more complicated than it is. Imagine you are looking down at a map. Now imagine that each of the towns and hills on the map is an event rather than a place. Now imagine that two people walk through that map passing through different points. Sometimes they may meet at a place called ‘lunchtime’, some days they meet at a place called ‘someone’s birthday party’ and eventually finish their journey at a place called ‘Christmas’.” He watched her considering his analogy, then continued. “In between the places where they meet they may pass through very different sequences of events. The only fixed points are where they meet and they are not as fixed as people may think. An event attended by two people may occur for them on different days, different dates.”

That’s impossible!” Exclaimed Brianna.

On the contrary, it happens all the time. Do you know the song ‘I Remember it Well’?”

Brianna shook her head so Caraid sang in two distinct voices.

We met at nine.

We met at eight.

I was on time.

No, you were late

Ah, yes I remember it well…”

By the time Caraid had finished singing Brianna was howling with laughter, but stopped when she saw a young woman sitting beside Caraid.

This is Cara.” Said Caraid, “Or rather, was Cara”. Because the girl had disappeared as mysteriously as she had appeared.

The point is,” continued Caraid, “We each create our own memories so for two people one event may appear very differently. Indeed sometimes we may remember things that haven’t even happened yet.”

Sounds like Eoin remembering doing the washing up!” Muttered Brianna.

I suspect that might be different.” Laughed Caraid, “But you get my point?”

We remember things differently?” Queried Brianna tentatively.

No we create different events with our memories. We don’t remember what happened, we create what happened, from the data in the Akashic!” He looked at the expression on Brianna’s face and said, “I think we should take a break now, you’ve got a lot to think about.”


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