Akashic Hall

The marble floor carved in beauty beneath my feet with the softness of grays and hues of silver are cool.

Surrounded by columns of white so pure nearly blinds me, never such a pureness have I envisioned

Great columns of books floor to ceiling are before me, ah the professor’s dream all the knowledge of the world and before it I stand I thought.

I hardly notice the others as they pass by holding in their hands the treasures they have found for themselves absorbed in their reading.

I feel strangely peaceful here, a little confused, but grateful.  I have been chosen and allowed to be present in this place reserved for the great men and women.   Or was I…

At the middle of this great hall stands a man, at a podium.  He has beautiful flowing white hair and a face long drawn over time.  A wise face, no pain courses over it and he is reviewing a list it appears.

He looks up from his list and presents me a warm smile.  Ah you’re here now; we’ve been waiting for you.

For me I thought? Why would anyone wait for me?

He pointed to a column of many books, and without lips moving from his glowing face he pointed the way.  Actually his lips never moved, yet I heard everything.  What strangeness is this? I pour through my mind the day’s events.  Was this a dream?

Lying in bed they stood around me, my children with tears coursing down their angelic faces.  One by one they kissed my forehead and wept uncontrollably.  Through my weak and pained body with all that my soul had I told them I loved them. “I will never leave you I promise, I said.”

Drifting, in and out, like an orb gently touching the water with hues of blues I have never seen before me. But, pulling myself back, the children… they need me.  It was Michael who held my frail hand and said we’ll be okay Mum.

I looked back to the man who stood at the podium.   Why I asked, “Why must there be so much pain?”  He smiled warmly and beckoned me to search the books for one special was there for me.

I slowly approached the books, there were many.  Trembling and fear coursing over me, I approached like a starving creature desperate to be fulfilled of their hunger.

Where do I start?  At once I knew… there it was shining.  A beautiful glow as up it floated and gently drifted into my waiting hands.

Sitting upon the grass, I gently opened this book.  Grass, how did I get here?  Looking around there was many, all reading.  Was this Eden?

I looked at them all, many with smiles some bittersweet. But, they all appeared so peaceful.  With a trembling finger I gently and slowly opened the cover and saw me.

Under my picture it said, “This is your life for you have had many.  You have given much love, taught love, and have learned and will give more love.  For you are so loved.”

I smiled.

Carolee Dennis-Woosley

May 6, 2012