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It is a rare occurrence, but it does happen. An unsuspecting person is walking along, and suddenly sees a scene that happened at that location some time ago. It usually lasts a very short time, and as suddenly the vision disappears. The person will find himself as being in that past time period, experiencing, the past scene in vision, sound, even smells, as if they are real. How is this possible?
Esoteric doctrines, but also people who practice out-of-the-body-experiences and psychics, talk about the Akashic records. The Akashic records are a medium that is present everywhere, and that records everything that has happened and is happening. It is not a particular place in the astral realms or any other dimension, although the human mind, when in the astral planes, will shape it into a gigantic library, for example, because the mind likes familiar structures. By itself it is only an energetic structure and does not have any particular shape. Consulting the Akashic Records is done by tuning into the desired target.
Akashic Records contains every act, emotion, thought, event that has ever happened. When consulting the Akashic Records one can view them as an observer, but one can also enter the scene and experience it as if one is really there at that location in that time period.
How does this tie in with accidentally viewing of past scenes? Earth contains many energy structures on its surface. They are usually called dimensional doorways, or vortexes. They have many kinds of energies and functions. You can call them 'energy spots' to simplify the concept. These energy spots fluctuate in their energy structures, intensity and even their location. At certain times they can interact with the human energy system in a profound way. On such energy spots one can get healed, converse with other cosmic beings etc. Once in a while its interaction with the human energy system will be such that the person will accidentally tune into the Akashic Records of that location, and thus view a scene of the past. This will be of course quite startling as it can be experienced as very real.
I have gathered a few first-hand accounts of people who stumbled into such scenes, just to give you an idea that this can happen to anyone.
The first account is a rather lengthy one, but quite interesting because it involves a well-known energy vortex: the Oregon Vortex with its House of Mystery. This energy spot has strange visual and perceptual phenomena that can be witnessed by the many tourists. The Oregon Vortex is described as a spherical field of force, half above the ground and half below the ground. If you ant to know more about its particular features, read the book The Golden Vortex, by Nick Nelson, who was the caretaker of the vortex for many years, or go to the present website The Oregon Vortex. To understand the following quote from the above mentioned book, it is necessary to know that the site contains a House of Mystery, which is actually an old 1904 assay shack of a mining company that slid off its foundation at an angle and still sits that way. Around the shack are several places, like benches and platform built over time to mark and observe certain phenomena.
Many of them were built by the original caretaker of the area, John Litster, who was a geologist, mining engineer, and physicist. He developed the area in the early 1920s and opened it to the public in 1930. He conducted thousands of experiments within the Vortex until his death in 1959.
One day, Nick Nelson, unsuspectingly, observed a major shift in the reality of the place, and witnessed a scene of the past with a man most likely to be John Lister.
On the seventh morning, Bryton and I were alone
at the Vortex without customers, so I used the free time to climb up the
hill and into the brush with a compass, dowsing rods, and a magnet on a
string. I thought looking at some other aspects we don't show
might shed light on this new mystery. I first checked the position of
the equivalent of the Queen's Chamber on the ground south of the old
shack. This seemed to register no problem, so I thought to check
circumstances on the line of demarcation at what I call the subterranean
In June 1980, I received word that my paternal twin had been in an accident, and was not expected to live. I immediately came home to see him. He was in a coma, and my mother, his wife, and I took turns staying at the hospital to watch over him.
On one of the days when I was "off watch", I wandered next door to the old school I had attended in junior high. I sat on the steps, and thought about the old days at school. I thought about going inside and touring the halls, but didn't because there had recently been news reports about a possible child molester hanging around playgrounds. Then I noticed 1950s vintage cars coming to pick kids up about the time the bell rang. I left the school, and went home.
My mother asked, "What have you been doing?" I told her about visiting my old junior high school, and how I had been sitting on the steps and reminiscing about old times.
She replied, "That's impossible! The school was torn down two years ago!"
My brother lived by the way, but is handicapped. (Reality Shifters)
When connected with the Akashic Records, one can experience a past scene through the senses of a person in that scene, as if one was that person him/herself:
I have always been in love with Victorian culture and fashion. I've always felt some part of me belonged in that era. A few years ago I was in a VERY historic area of Virginia known as Old Town Winchester, living in a battered Women's shelter after fleeing a violent boyfriend. Ford Motors got its start in Virginia, and there was an old closed dealership, now an antique shop. I suspect all that old historic stuff, on an Appalachian ley line, opened some sort of portal. All I know is I was walking beside this building and I felt the air shiver around me. I was aware that my physical body was still in the present, but my eyes and whatever part of our body senses psychic energy and our astral self, saw Colonial America. I could hear horses and carriages, a market, and when I looked in the shop window I was wearing a period dress, and was thinner with different hair. It only lasted for a few minutes, and then everything was normal. (Reddit)
Somebody replied to the previous post with his own story:
I had a moment walking back to my dorm through some woods (it was a school in the middle of nowhere), and all of a sudden I felt the world shift around me. I was still in the present but around me I saw native Americans running towards something down the tree like and heard them shouting and energetic. It was a very odd feeling but then I snapped out of it and was back in real time. Iím not sure if itís similar, but it seems to be.
It can also happen inside a house:
A few years ago when I was living in my apartment, I was walking from my living room to my kitchen to get a drink and I had to pass my bedroom to get into my kitchen. As I walked past my bedroom I glanced into my room and I saw what was not my bedroom. What I saw was a bedroom from another time period. My bedroom looked like a bedroom from the 1800s. I saw old farmer style boots neatly tucked under the bed, a pitcher of water with a wash bowl, old looking bedding and an older looking bed. The whole room looked like a bedroom from the 1800s period. It was a quick glance but it seemed like time had slowed down so that I could see this.
Years ago when I was about 10 or 11 years old, myself and a few other friends were walking along a disused railway line in Scotland which we had done previously many times that summer. Through a short tunnel under a bridge was the old station and ticket office which had been empty and abandoned for some years with the roof partly gone. We would often climb inside as kids do. On approaching the end of the tunnel this Sunday afternoon we could see smoke rising up from the chimney and the building looked like it was fully occupied with doors open etc. We then caught sight of a man holding back a curtain and looking at us through a window. He had a large mustache kind of Victorian-style. I can't remember who spotted him first I just remember bemusement then panic as we tore back through the tunnel. I can't explain it, but we all saw it. I can't remember if we ever went back to investigate but I remember being driven over the bridge and looking down at the station sometime after and the place was derelict.
A comment on a YouTube video.
I was on 5th Avenue near Central Park and walked toward lower Manhattan. I went maybe 3 blocks and decided to cut over to 4th to the East. I turned a corner, not into an alley but a regular cross street and the second I took one step into it I was shocked into standing still. The buildings and cars were gone. The noise of the city was gone. There were just trees and a field to my right. A dirt road was where the paved street and sidewalk had been. I was standing on dry dirt. The road was full of deep ruts. Further down the dirt road was a dark brown house with a low fence in front. In the road at least a block away a horse drawn buckboard full of wood crates was creaking and bouncing on the rutted dirt road. I was overwhelmed with panic. My mind raced. What if I was trapped there forever. I was dressed in a shorter skirt. I didn't speak the way people of that time would speak. I had visions of being thrown into an asylum for the insane and being lost there for the rest of my life. I quickly walked backwards and instantly was back on 5th Avenue. A man slammed into my back since I was walking in reverse. I mumbled an apology. The street I had just backed out of looked normal. The traffic was loud. My heart was pounding and I stopped a cab and got out of the city as fast as I could. Even though it was fascinating it was also terrifying. (Reddit)
Two people visiting Mayan ruins saw a room freshly painted with scenes, Most likely they saw an akashic record of that place as it once existed many centuries ago. They also heard an unfamiliar language. The reason for their experience might lie in the fact that many ancient buildings were built on special energy spots. The mentioning of the trance state is also interesting.
This is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, and even though it happened years ago I have never stopped thinking about it.
When I was 12 years old (around 2007) my family and I went to visit the Mayan City of Tikal, in Guatemala. There were a lot of people at the park as it was a high season for tourism.
We spent the whole day at the place and around lunchtime we all sat in front of a small ruin to eat and rest for a little bit. I finished eating quickly and asked if anyone wanted to look inside that particular ruin with me; my aunt agreed to come along and the rest of the family stayed outside.
That particular ruin was much smaller compared to all the main structures and it was only built on floor level. My aunt and I went inside and walked through a few small doorways or portals of the ruin. We walked for a few minutes and then realized everything was really, really quiet, which made us a bit nervous.
As the ruin was small, there was no way we could have walked a long distance from the outside where the rest of the tourists were. We also realized that unlike the other ruins we had visited that day, there was no one else in there, just my aunt and I.
We got anxious and decided to return to the rest of our family. We started walking through the same small doorways on our way back.
As we walked through one of the doorways we suddenly saw something we hadnít seen on our way in. There was a painting on the wall. It was a drawing of people standing and sitting around some kind of plaza. It looked like an ancient Mayan market.
My aunt and I where completely mesmerized by the painting as the colors looked extremely vibrant and it looked as it had been painted quite recently, definitely not centuries ago.
We started discussing that, and when we looked around the whole room was painted in vibrant red instead of the normally washed gray of the ruins It looked like a place where people were currently living or using.
We turned back to stare at the painting, and then we could hear a lot of people talking, though we couldnít really understand what they were saying.
We spent a few minutes just staring at the painting and listening, we were in some sort of trance as we didnít move or talk anymore, we could just stare at the painting for what felt at the same time both as seconds and as hours.
Suddenly, my aunt mentioned that we should go back to our family, so we left, but made sure we knew exactly how to get back to the red room, so we could show how amazing it was to our family.
We got back to our family, and they asked why we had taken so long inside there. Apparently we had left for about half an hour, and they thought we might have gone somewhere else but were waiting for us to come back.
My aunt and I were still really excited about the red room, so we told our family to come see it with us. We went inside and walked through all the same doorways to get back to the place, but we were never able to find it.
We walked all the way around the ruin, in and out of it, but it was gone. The only thing we could find was a room that kind of looked similar in structure but without any of the vibrant colors, just the normal ancient gray of the discolored ruins.
On one of the walls we saw what we think could have been the painting we saw earlier, but the paint was almost completely gone. We couldnít even make out the figures on it anymore.
My aunt and I were really, really anxious and kept looking around, we couldnít believe it was gone. We had been there just minutes ago. The rest of our family just laughed and dismissed it saying we were probably trying to make a dumb joke.
We left the place but my aunt and I couldnít stop thinking about it. We never found any explanation, and we still talk about it nowadays, even if no one else believed us. We both know we saw something really strange.
Link to the parkís site
Coordinates to the ruins
I live in Milan, MI, and I experienced something just like this. I was driving in Dundee, MI about 5 miles away from Milan with my 5 year old when all of a sudden everything changed to some time in the 1800's and I was driving at night so there were no people around anywhere! All of a sudden my surroundings changed. It was light and people from the 1800's all around. I slammed on my breaks because a lady pushing one of those old baby carriages was crossing the road right in front of me. It was so so weird, and everything changed around me but not me, because I remember looking around the car and at my daughter. I can't believe this is a real thing, because I thought I was going crazy. Still I have told my husband and maybe one other person and they listened but thought I was making it up. I'm sure, so not something you want to share with someone who has no idea what you're talking about! They just think you are nuts or a fabricator! I want to add, this only happened for seconds maybe, not long at all and then it was gone and I was sleepy, so I just wrote it off but when you think about something you know happened you want to make sense of it. (Mysterious Universe)
My mother's 'displacement' experience happened as she was traveling on the top deck of a double-decker bus in London in around the 1950s, which is where all the experiences happened. (We are Swedish, but lived in London). As she was sitting there, she became aware of suddenly being out in the open, and she looked around to see that she was on the top deck of an 1800s horse-drawn double-decker omnibus. She said she froze in shock. The streets and everything around her had changed to what looked like early pre-Victorian times, and everyone was dressed in long dresses and frock coats. She panicked and tried to speak the other women sitting up there with her, but she said they didn't answer her and she wasn't sure if they could see her.It only lasted a few minutes, and then she was back where she belonged. She had never heard of anything like that, and in fact none of us had, until I decided to do a search on it the other night. Mum was wide awake and alert, and definitely not given to flights of fancy. She only told a couple of people; naturally Dad was one, and then me. (Time Slip Accounts)
Seeing is believing, as they say and when I was 16 years old I saw
some weird shit.
Itís 3am and I just got off the phone with my mom. We were talking about how she was at the California Mission called San Juan Baptista with her husband and his family. They were passing an antique shop when a headband with flowers a la Frida Kahlo caught her eye. She looked at it and considered buying it, but decided not to. When she looked back up at the storefront, she saw it in an old style, with double windows and a display of old fashioned looking items. She said the window frames were wood and the sign above the door was hand painted. Through the window she saw a ďMexican man, or maybe Spanish,Ē wearing a hat, ďlike from the 1800s.Ē She stares at the man, taking in the appearance of him and his old fashioned clothing, as her husband pushed the door to let her in. She says she doesnít know why but she expected there to be steps at the entrance to the shop, there were none. When she got past the threshold the shop looked modern again. Startled, she told her husband and his family what she just saw and asked if they had seen it too. Nobody had. (Reddit)
Location: Doge's Palace, Venice, Italy
When: Summer of 1997 (and somewhere around the 1500s???)
What happened: Transported/Temporarily slipped through time. So, I was an U.S. Air Force brat (military dependent, father was enlisted in the Air Force) living in Germany and had travelled to Venice with family during summer vacation. Encountered a lot of new things, like riding the train into Venice, gondolas, Italian architecture and a brief stint in 1400s-1600s Doge's Palace. Myself, my mother, father and my uncle's family were touring the city and we wound up at Doge's palace following behind a tour group and just meandering around the grounds. We walked into a large room that was referred to as the "courtroom". It was about the size of an indoor basketball court ( but a lower ceiling) and I remember the tour guide mentioning something about the scandalous and deadly events that took place there. I think he was talking about Marino Failero at the time. Anyway, I remember looking at the back of my mother's head and then doing a survey of the room. It was really crowded with tourists and there were bright lamps and wall lights everywhere. There was the sea of noise from multiple ethnic and culture groups intermingling together. Anyone who's been to international tourist-y places knows the loud murmur of multiple dialects and languages being spoken at once. As soon as my vision broke away from the back of mother's head, she instantaneously disappeared, as did that murmur of people. In my peripheral vision, I could see a vast difference in the amount of light being cast in the room and the change in light temperature/hues. Everything was suddenly muted and flickering. The room still had the same dimensions and the same general layout, but suddenly any and all signs of modern society had simply vanished. The whole room suddenly had a very different feeling about. A heaviness, an air of hostility took over the room. It was menacing and dark unlike the current state of light and airy. I could see the soot patterns on the room and the torches casting a faint trail of it skyward towards the ceiling. Something about the light and shadows stands out about this encounter more than anything else I remember. The transition from modern day to the past was nearly instant, however slow enough to process the fact that something was changing, much like someone walking past a doorway and casting a shadow over a room. In this.....temporal instance of time dilation or whatever, I could see people, two guards with pike like weapons standing by one of the doorways. I could clearly see skeletal structure of the room, as if someone peeled back the opulence from the walls and ceiling. The throne was still where was in modern times, but everything else about the room seemed vacant. I began to pivot, in order to doublecheck that I was in the right place and not lost, the whole time soaking in the visual and auditory surroundings. I could hear someone walking down the hall towards the doorway with the two guards posted by it. I could hear that hollow echo of each footstep as it echoed off the bare walls, floor and ceiling in this large open space. The cadence of the footsteps had a sense of purpose and confidence that implied that they belonged there. As I was still pivoting around to see what the hell was going on, I locked eyes with the man who's footsteps I could hear approaching. He stopped in the doorway and locked eyes with me for a brief second as if I wasn't supposed to be there. I wasn't sure what was happening but I immediately got the impression that he wasn't sure what to make of me either. I remember him having a mustache, trimmed but not precise, deep, dark brown eyes, a pursed mouth. At this point, we're talking about 15-20 seconds of time has elapsed since I saw the back of my mother's head leave my sight. I could feel the adrenaline gearing up and the "fight or flight" response getting ready to launch. I figured that I wasn't sure what was going on, but I didn't think I wanted to stick around to find out what that guy thought about my presence either. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and snapped around quickly to confront whatever. It was my mother. Before I could process the information feeding from my eyes to my brain, I was suddenly back in the brightly lit, loud, busy room I room I was just in before these events. It was like way a TV displays an image and then redraws the screen. One millisecond, I was a couple of hundred years in the past, the next millisecond, I was right back in modern time. My mother had a puzzled look on her face and asked me "Where did you go?". That about caused me to shit myself. My mother was referring to the fact that I, apparently, suddenly stopped in mid movement in the room and just seemingly "checked out" for a second. I told her what I had just experienced. She, being a very weird religious person, attributed it to the Devil and evil spirits and just kinda moved on. I was bewildered and immediately left the area and waited for everyone else to finish their tour of the palace while I waited outside questioning reality for an hour. To this day, I have no fucking idea what happened and am barely able to describe the experience with any degree of precision that does it justice. I had a few "Unsolved Mysteries" moments while living in Europe but this one was leaps and bounds above the rest. I suppose that with my active imagination, passive environmental observations and power of suggestion, I could have just had a funky brain fart moment, but vividness and time lapse were so visceral. I don't openly advertise this and while I find the paranormal an interesting subject, I don't believe any of it. This is the closest experience I've had with something that could potentially change those beliefs.
What I can recall of his dress [of the man his saw] was something dark and cool in color, like blues/greens that were almost black. He appeared to be wearing a cape that didn't go to the floor, but stopped around his hip area. He had dark colored gloves as well. Stocking/tights for pants and heeled shoes, but the details get more fuzzy the further away from his face I go. He appeared to be carrying some rolled up paper in left hand. There wasn't any jewelry I could see, but the attachment pieces for the cape thing appeared to be cast metal of some kind. (Reddit)