READING THE AKASHIC RECORD

MEDITATION = REVELATION

In terms of Qabalistic numerology: 7 + 1 (or 1 + 7) = 8.  Hebrew is read from right to left, the opposite of the manner in which English numbers and letters are read.  These numbers illustrate the power of the 7 chakras operating through the 1 soul (or the ONE). Key 1, THE MAGICIAN, represent self-consciousness, the consciousness of the individual incarnate soul. Attention and intention are indicated by the number 1. In entering the state of meditation the individual intently focuses on the issue at hand.

In my training I was taught to take a particular question or individual into the meditative state in order to receive an answer or to better understand the person in question. By intense focus, you become able to see deeply into the person or situation in which you seek answers. You are trying to discover the TRUTH, which is what is usually revealed to anyone in a truly deep meditative state. Selfish motives are rarely satisfied by such intense focus. Malice or evil intent is a block to discovery. Obsession seldom results in satisfactory results. Any attempt to control another person for evil or selfish purposes is a form of black magic and likely to backfire.

A long time ago, without realizing what I was doing at the time, I did some "remote viewing" for a friend named Tish. Here is an excerpt from my memoir, COSMIC CONSPIRACY - Psychic to the Rich and Famous, to illustrate what I'm talking about:

 

"In the late 1960s, I had my horoscope interpreted and took meditation classes from my Virgo astrologer friend, Tish Leroy. One afternoon, John Barrymore, Jr. stopped by and Tish introduced me. They had been friends for a while. Tish tried to keep Johnny off booze and drugs, but he ignored her. Sometimes she cleaned out his aura with her hand to sober him up, which ticked Johnny off.

In her classes I learned how to rise in the planes into my higher bodies. The physical body is the smallest. According to Tish, in a past life I had been a priestess in Atlantis and in Egypt. She said I had returned to serve again. We had been friends in several lifetimes. Tish also interpreted the horoscopes of my children. She said I had been entrusted with great souls, never to be underestimated. Another reader had said my son’s aura was silver-white. Tish was sure that Tomi would rise to greatness one day.

Tish Leroy also had a penchant for intrigue. Her claim: “Virgos do what Scorpios get blamed for,” meaning sex and secrets. On one wall was a picture of Virgo the Virgin, winking. In those days, Tish was romantically linked with a man she said was a “double agent.”  

“I haven’t heard from Dennis for a while,” she said, “I think he’s in Europe. The last letter was postmarked Paris.” Then she said, “I’d like you to do me a favor, Pattie. I’d like you to rise in the planes and find Dennis. Then, I want you to tell him to get in touch with me—immediately!”

 “I can do that?” I replied in amazement. I had never met Dennis.

“Of course, you can. Your chakras are more highly developed than anyone else I’ve ever known. Promise me you’ll at least try to find him.”

I promised. Tish showed me a picture of Dennis.

The next afternoon, I sat cross-legged in the middle of my king-sized bed in Sherman Oaks and went into deep meditation. I visualized myself rising up through the different planes connected with my higher bodies. Tish had suggested the Plane of Uranus, which is concerned with clear vision or clairvoyance about a foot above the head. Once there, in a state of heightened sensitivity, Tish had said to start searching for Dennis. His picture looked like a James Bond type—but not as handsome as Sean Connery. Had Dennis given the genuine 007 a run for his money?

Wherever Dennis was it seemed very dark. I could smell salt water and sense a seaport somewhere in the South of France. Then, after fortifying my will, I demanded that Dennis sit down and write Tish a letter. She needed to know how he was. After I felt the contact was complete, I lowered back down through the planes. Then I called Tish to report on my findings. I had no clue if my experience was authentic or just more of my “overactive imagination.”

Within a week, Tish received a letter postmarked St. Tropez. The letter had 3 a.m. written under the date and started out: “Dear Tish, I don’t understand why, but I just awoke from a sound sleep in the middle of the night and felt compelled to get up and write you this letter…”  After she finished the letter, Tish called me in a state of high excitement—to reprimand me.

“But that’s what you told me to do!” 

“Well, I know. But I didn’t expect you to wake him up in the middle of the night!”

“I told you it was dark where he was.”

“You’re more powerful than I even suspected.”

Needless to say, I was puzzled as to why Tish was upset with me for doing what she had commanded me to do. At least the “double agent” had finally written to her. Dennis was fine. I had not made him do anything terrible or unlawful. And honestly, I was as amazed as Tish by the accuracy of what I had sensed and perceived—and that Dennis had even written the letter.  Double wow!"

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