The Spirit Who Loved Me: Spirit Whispers Book One (16 page)

Chapter 21

“So, is this
what you wanted to show me?” I finally made myself bite out the words as I looked around again for at least the tenth time since we’d found ourselves in this midst of a big fat nothingness.

The darkness was such a deep black with no stars or moon, it was truly an absence of any light, and it stretched out into infinity as far as the eye could see in every single direction. Its richness made the black abyss seem alive with a texture I imagined would feel like plush velvet. I almost ached to touch it but somehow knew that the hungry darkness would swallow me up within itself, and there I’d go, becoming one with the Universe.

No, we’re waiting for someone.

“Who?” I asked as I stared transfixed at my feet. I wasn’t sure what, if anything, I was actually standing on. I shuffled my feet in place trying to figure out the puzzle.

Spiral noticed and gave me a warm smile.
You’ll see, and you don’t have to worry, you won’t fall.

“So where are we? Is this the In-Between too?”

No, this is what we call the Void. I believe your scientists call it Dark Matter. It is from which all the physical springs forth into being.

“Huh.” I vaguely remembered hearing the term Dark Matter before, probably from school, but I felt like the Void was a pretty accurate description for the place. “So how does this work?”

Abracadabra, dear Krystal, we create something from out of nothingness.
His eyes pierced into my own.
Choose your words and your thoughts with great care, my darling, for from them your reality is born, and it is from here which they spring forth.
Before I could say anything, he pointed deep out into the abyss.
Here she comes.

A pinprick of light traveled towards us at tremendous speed, growing larger and brighter the closer it came. The now glowing orb came to a stop about four feet away from us and began rotating and elongating upwards as well as downwards. I watched in awe as the light began slowly transforming itself into the body of a woman.

She was taller than both Spiral and myself and wore nothing more than a plain white boxy, shift like dress, so long it revealed only her bare feet, nails absent of any polish. Her fine, wispy hair almost touched her shoulders and was such a pale blond it was almost white, and likewise, her eyes were such a pale blue they reminded me of watercolors. Her skin was radiant, glowing, from all of the light trapped within her body, surrounding her with a warm halo.

Allow me to introduce you to Saraphina. She is the angel compelled to watch over you. She has agreed to take us where we need to go.

Goosebumps covered me from head to toe, but I wasn’t afraid. No, this was something else entirely. I looked down at my hands, watching how they trembled and shook for a few seconds before returning my gaze to the unearthly beauty of Saraphina. My breath caught in my throat, my mind numb, and for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything worthwhile to say.

“You watch over me?” I asked, my voice incredulous.

Saraphina smiled down on me as she crossed the divide between us and took my hands in hers, lightly kissing the top of my head like I was a small child.
“Krystal Haggart it has been a pleasure to look over you. I have been with you since your very soul was born, and my, your soul has grown so.”
She looked to Spiral with a nod and turned around, releasing one of her hands from my grasp in order to take one of his.
“Come follow me.”

The three of us stepped forward, my own steps tentative and unsure, causing me to lag slightly behind. Saraphina gave my hand a gentle squeeze and without any other warning, we were encompassed within a flash of blinding light. And then I was falling, falling, falling, into who knows where.

When the sensation of falling seemed to stop and give way to the feeling of having something solid beneath my feet, I threw my hands out in front of myself and dug my heels into the floor in an effort to steady myself. My vision was spotty from the sudden blast of light, which was at least a hundred times brighter than any camera flash I’d ever seen and my ears were ringing with a foreign sound that I was unable to place.

“Welcome to the Library of Akashic Records. Take all the time you need to orient yourself.”
Saraphina patted me on the shoulder as I knelt down, resting my forehead on one of my knees.
“You’ll be fine in just a moment.”
Saraphina spoke in a sing song voice, airy and light like tinkling chimes.
“Try focusing on your breath. One deep breath in. Hold it. Now release it, slowly now. Good. Now again.”

I allowed myself to focus and relax to the sound her melodic, hypnotic voice. With one more deep breath, I forced my eyes to reopen and looked into the concerned faces of Saraphina and Spiral. “I think I’ll be okay now.” I took the hand Spiral extended to me and rose to my feet.

My breath hitched in my throat in awe as I began to take in the grandeur of my surroundings. I noticed that we were standing on a balcony in circular library. I grabbed onto the railing made of the finest dark wood, glossy and silky to the touch. I looked upwards into the circular cavern fully expecting to see a ceiling, however, the shelves were lined with books as far as my eyes could see. Every level had at least one balcony just like the one we were on, each with exquisite gold leaf sculptures of angels flying beneath them. Gold gilded scroll work and crown moldings adored the shelves and flying buttresses. I leaned slightly over the railing, hoping to better see below. The library seemed to stretch downward into eternity, spiraling ever further, disorienting me. I watched in fascination at the orbs of light that floated and danced about. Some of the lights looked as large as my body, others were small glittery sparkles and all sizes in-between and were shades of bright white, warm yellow, or various hues of blue and violet.

“Angels and Spirit.
Saraphina took on a human form for your benefit so you’d feel more comfortable,”
said Spiral. He gave me a small smile.
“I still remember my first trip here. It is incredible, is it not?”

Such was my amazement, I could only nod in answer.

But as incredible as it all was, the most magnificent sight was the pulsing prism stretching along the far side of the library as if it were the heart of the library itself. The deep bass, hum driven pulse I’d been hearing since we arrived emanated from that light, vibrating my very bones. The color of icy blue topaz, its radiance far unsurpassed anything I’d ever laid eyes on while on Earth. I felt chills running up and down my spine. A longing to soar within the depths of the blue light pulled at my soul.

“We are in the Inner Circle,”
Spiral continued.
“This houses the history of all Creation-- what has been, what is, and the possibilities of what will be. You could also call it the history of God. The records containing those of individual souls are housed in the Outer Circles, through there.”

I gazed at the golden arch that Spiral pointed to behind us.

“I had to appeal to Archangel Metatron to allow you to access your records. He agreed.”
Spiral inclined his head to the beaming cylinder of topaz.

“What? Are you saying
that
is Archangel Metatron?”

“Indeed, it is Metatron. God appointed Archangel Metatron as the keeper of the Akashic Records after he returned from an Earthy incarnation as Enoch. It is quite rare for an angel to live as a human. The only Archangels to have done so are Metatron and one other.”

“Didn’t I read in the Bible God rewarded Enoch by turning him into an angel?” I may have not be familiar with Archangel Metatron, but Enoch I had heard of at the Baptist church.

“Metatron pleaded with God to allow him to live a human life in order to better understand human existence.”
He motioned me forward.
“Now come, and discover yourself.”

We exited the balcony under an arch, following Saraphina into a maze of hallways each as ornate as the inner circle.
“The architecture of the Library of Akashic Records is in a rather large Metatron’s Cube,”
she explained.

I didn’t know what that really meant, but I figured whatever it was must be quite ornate, especially judging by the maze of hallways Saraphina and Spiral were leading me through. One thing was sure, I would never be able to find my way out of this place on my own.

Saraphina finally came to a stop outside of room, presenting it to me as if she were one of those ladies from the Price is Right showing off an awesome new car. Spiral stood next to her.

“We are unable to go any further with you. Your records are in there. You should have ample time. However, if you haven’t finished before the breaking of dawn, we will knock on the door to alert you it is time to depart. You should also know Archangel Metatron has only granted you access to your past life and current life records. Any future lives will be shown to you as blank pages.”

“Because they haven’t happened yet?”

“The future is always in motion as souls make free will choices during their incarnations.”

“What about my future in this life? Will I be able to view that?”

“Possibly. But it is imperative to remember while certain events are inevitable, in others, what you will see will be only if you remain on the path you are currently on.”

“But it can change? It’s not set in stone?”

“Precisely, the future of this life will be vaguer than the past, as it’s leaving room for your free will choices. Mostly, you will be given a general idea of what you aim to achieve for your soul’s growth during the remainder of your time in your current life.”

“Okay.” I took a couple tentative steps towards the entrance of the room. I looked over my shoulder to Saraphina and Spiral, taking in a deep breath. “Here goes.” And I walked through the door.

The room was filled almost completely by an oblong table, the walls lined with books. I pulled out the one and only chair from the table, and sat down. I ran my fingertips over the plush burgundy material. Velvet. My knees knocked together, my breaths were shallow.

A brilliantly lit orb floated through the wall, hovering above the table. I could almost make out the outline of a face within its glow. Hands of light appeared and reached within itself, bringing forth a book, and the being lay it on the table in front of me. I blinked at the spots fast appearing in my vision from the sheer brightness. The face smiled at me slightly, and inclined its head in my direction. The orb slowly began to back away through the bookcase and wall.

I stared down at the large volume in front of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it, no not yet. I fingered the fine pages, causing my hair to blow from around my face. I took in the symbols inscribed on the front, the back, the spine. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, not the first, and not to be the last of the night, and opened the forsaken book. I studied the first page. I could feel frustration welling up in my chest. I couldn’t read it. I growled low in my throat.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whispered. “Why would you guys give me a book you damn well know I can’t read?” I didn’t get an answer. “Of course,” I grumbled, throwing a nice gesture up to the ceiling to no one in particular before realizing my action probably wasn’t the best idea in one of God’s sacred places. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

I closed my eyes tightly shut, and took one shuddering breath after another. My heart began to slow with each calming breath. Swirls of violet flickered before the backdrop of my eyelids, some forming into gentle smiling faces, others flying falcons or galloping horses, lulling me almost to sleep. It took more will than I’d like to admit to force my eyes open. I stretched my arms out wide, yawning.

I’ll give it one more shot, I thought to myself and opened the book again. As my gaze traveled over the unknown language, and without really understanding the exact words per se, I could understand the feelings and what was happening all the same.

There once existed a soul so beautiful and alluring mere words could not give its magnificence justice. The soul was wise and was held in high regard by its fellow souls. Light radiated from its being as if it were the very sun and as such, was known as Star of Eternal Light. To further the soul’s growth, the soul longed to go on an unprecedented journey, the first of its kind. The soul and its guardian angel, Erel, sought out Archangel Metatron for guidance and advice. Metatron, pleased and intrigued with the idea, recommended they go before the Great Creator and beseech the holy being for permission to enlist on this one of a kind journey.