A Clairvoyant Scientist
or, the lost figures of history
Journeying into the Akashic field never fails to fascinate me. In an Akashic reading, I travel with my clairvoyant senses into a quantum field where past, present, and future are non-existent. Where everything just 'is’ in that eternal present moment spoken of by mystics. It is a place where I journey to meet previous incarnations: mine or those belonging to others. (Previous only in linear time, ever present in quantum time.)
It’s what real time travel is.
The Akashic realm is a meeting place where I can enter worlds and times I recognise alongside those I don’t. It is a gathering place with people history has forgotten. I marvel at some of the incredible people I see who have never been written about, and where any oral story of their existence has been washed away by the tides of time. This is no surprise, there are plenty of people in our present day who are just as incredible, yet you won’t see their name in ink or on the screen either.
Two figures stand out from recent Akashic readings because I recognised something in them both: a knowing of realms beyond matter. Both men were Italian, one from the 1500s, one from a time further back that I couldn’t quite grasp. Though such a different existence to mine: a different age, gender, birthplace, I saw a snippet of myself in each. One I can describe as a clairvoyant scientist, one as an artistic monk.
The clairvoyant scientist
When I travel into the Akashic field I don’t see labels, times, names. I see a person’s life like a movie playing in my mind. It is me that then has to deduce the time, the place, or the activity I’m watching through the knowledge stored in my own database. In this instance I knew it was Italy because I recognised it as the Italy that I know, I know it was around the 1500s through looking at the clothes, and over in the North, I could feel the presence of QEI.
I deduced he was a scientist or mathematician (perhaps an early physicist?) because of the instruments he was using and the scrolls and scrolls of some kind of parchment or paper that had intricate drawings on them. There were maps of the cosmos, worm holes, distant stars. What other drawings were was beyond me, but some of the instruments I recognised - a compass, a ruler. This was a very intense man, not married, no children, no family at all that I could pick up on. He was very meticulous, linear, and fastidious. He lived very much in his mind, calculating things all the time, but what I saw instantly was that he was clairvoyant.
A clairvoyant scientist, how very wonderful.
I could see that his extra sensory perception was something he had to keep quiet about. It was a time when the church had a stronghold over the populace and any kind of clairvoyant skill would be immediately noted and penalised. Not through fear so much as jealousy. It showed a power that could not be controlled. A power a nefarious priest would grab with both hands if he could steal it. His parchments were precious and dangerous. They told of existences beyond the human, of time travel, of worlds unseen to the eye. In the wrong hands he would immediately face imprisonment, or worse.
Our man was trying to decipher the universe.
He was extremely intelligent, and through clairvoyance he just knew that there was a grand universe beyond the stars, that there was a grand connection to all, and he was trying to find a way to prove this existence. It was his life’s work and though lonely at times, very rewarding even though he couldn’t share it. I don’t think he mixed with others very well as he always need to watch his words. On the very rare occasions he could talk freely about his work soul fire would blaze through his eyes. There were others like him, and in small groups and hushed moments they would discuss their latest findings. A lot of their information seemed to come through dreams and I sense the person we know as Nostradamus was among this group. Our man wouldn’t have called himself a clairvoyant but he was aware that he was ‘different’, and that this ‘different’ was dangerous.
These visits through the Akashic portal are only ever snapshots of lives, experiences, thoughts, adventures. Just brief windows into another world. I would love to sit with our man for days after days watching his instruments swirl across the page, watching his sixth sense blur with his intellect to make sense of the world and I wonder now if he ever came to a conclusion. Whether he found the secrets to the universe, whether somewhere hidden in a forgotten cellar his equations still lie waiting to be discovered, whether there will be a time when his existence will be revealed.