Who is Akashaman?

Please note that this aspect of my life is currently unfolding.  For those interested in my story, my metaphysical path is described in detail below. It is my genuine hope that my story can help others. If you are so inclined, please reach out to me to share your thoughts or story.  Contact link here.

Love, Light & Consciousness,


Reading Akashic Records was the first few steps of my journey back into the “metaphysical” community.  At an early age I embraced the idea of reincarnation.  Having lived multiple times on our beautiful Mother Earth, and other places, made perfect sense to me.  That idea blossomed and I began to wonder what it would be like to awaken the knowledge my Soul had acquired in those many previous lives.  Over the next twenty years or more I dabbled and lived and experienced all sorts of modalities.

I was unaware of my deep need for centering and grounding.  I worked hard, played harder and had a very adventurous spirit.  As we all do, I made what I thought were missteps along the way.  Diving head first into dark waters is not always the best idea.  Venturing beyond the veil of our Earth-based reality was a constant goal.  One that led me to various drink and substances.  In the moments of bliss I found balance and understanding.  Then I would wake up, starting it all over.  Many of those reboots required a “hair of the dog.”  Often I came away with feelings or visions of the Other Side. What answers lie beyond?

As I gained insight into how I was stripped of my Akashic Record entering our third dimensional reality, I came to understand that my Soul did have an “outline” for this life.  I became fascinated with Astral Projection and Lucid Dreaming.  During brief times I was accessing another place with all the wonders of the Universe.  Until later in my life, I was not aware that I was travelling into the Akasha.

A few years ago I got into pottery.  It started as many hobbies do, with a class at our local recreation center.  The class stuck with me and before long there was a pottery wheel in my basement.  My first studio was born.  Little did I know at the time that there was much soul searching to come.

I was a drunk.  Two ways to stop consuming: 1) Run out of booze, 2) Pass out, but not before black out and often hazy memories of being a complete ass.  “Black Out Friday,” I call it.  That day after Thanksgiving when the box stores and malls are a chaotic mess.  I was a chaotic mess.  In the throws of finding who I was and discovering who I was not, there were signs I just did not see.  Since that fall from the tower of my ego, I have been sober.  Free from the drink for five years in 2016.

Comfortable in my life, working hard in the retail corporate world, taking great vacations, it all had the air of success.  Then, in October of 2015, everything shifted.

At this point in my story line, I was in a nasty accident.  Though quite relevant to my journey, not everyone cares to hear the details.  If you like, you can read my post, Bonked on the Head.  If not, well, that is okay too.  The short version is; I acquired a severe concussion.

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