Evening In The Akashics: The Forgotten Frequency

There are moments in the spiritual path where the veil doesn’t just thin, it dissolves. When the universe stops whispering and begins to sing. When the Akashic Records shift from a library of memory into a living myth, asking you to step inside.

This is the story of such a moment—an origin tale that unfolded in the inner worlds but echoed through my physical reality. This is the tale of the night I was shown The Forgotten Frequency.

The Rainbow Box

It began with a crystalline surprise I uncovered in the ether: an iridescent box of rainbow light that shimmered like a living jewel. It wasn’t a physical object, but one I could see stored within the Records. And it was beckoning me to open it. Nothing appears within the Akashics unless the person is ready to receive it. And I knew this box required my attention.

Weeks earlier, I had sensed that a friend of mine and I were meant to do something within the Akashics together, though neither of us understood what. That day, after a painful, unresolved confrontation with someone I loved, I dove into the Akashics seeking guidance. I wanted clarity, but the realm had a different agenda.

“Ask about the box,” they told me.

So I did.

The moment my awareness touched it, the rainbow prism release a haunting tone, like a whisper on the wind. A single filament of music that was pure, crystalline, and ancient spilled into the air. A tone I had never heard, yet somehow remembered. A frequency that felt like home.

This was not just music. This was technology. It was deliverance.

I would discover shortly that it was the vibration that dissolves Luciferian and Draconian strongholds, shatters their architecture, and turns their darkness into light. The Akashics called it: The Forgotten Frequency. The tonal note of the soul chakra which is the ethereal center above the crown, where divinity and being merge. A siren’s song for the liberated.

I was told: Call your friend. She holds the other half to unlocking this box.

Two Keys, One Melody

When she entered the channel, the prism toned again This time, we saw something new: we weren’t separate seekers. We were two parts of the same instrument, two halves of a key.

At first we assumed we were holding two keys for a lock. This was confusing because this item wasn't a physical object, so how could we unlock it with ourselves as the key? But the Akashics shook their heads—no, not a lock.

A musical key.

A note. A harmony. A divine chord that could only be struck by two beings aligned in purpose but opposite in orientation.

The vision crashed into my consciousness instantly: light and darkness. Sun and moon. Heaven and earth.

My friend was pure solar fire—ascending, celestial, fluent in heaven’s dialect. Me, a deep lunar power—descending, shadow-walking, grounded in the root and womb of the world.

Two poles of one cosmic circuit.

To unlock the Forgotten Frequency, we had to mirror each other’s path.

She would raise the lower chakras into the heart. I would bring the higher chakras down into the heart.

A perfect inversion. A sacred discomfort. A crossing of realms. A fusion of worlds.

Only in the heart—where heaven and earth kiss—could the frequency ignite.

The Ascent and Descent

We began softly, like musicians tuning before a ritual. Trying to hum the tones of the chakras slowly.

I drew the crown down into heart. She lifted the root up into heart.

The energy moved like braided light, two serpents weaving an infinity loop around us.

We moved on to the third eye and sacral. Then the throat and solar plexus.

Somewhere between the golden center of power and the blue chamber of truth, something ancient awoke.

I heard Egyptian singing and chanting in my head; priestess tones, desert winds, the echoes of temples long returned to sand. My throat opened and suddenly I began to channel it, singing a song I'd nevr heard perfectly. A song lost to time.

My friend, in the same breath, began channeling Tibetan overtones; mountain songs, Himalayan bells, monastic thunder. Another ancient, forgotten song bursting forth from her throat.

It was unreal and impossible. But it was destiny.

Our voices merged like two halves of a cosmic choir. The harmonics aligned—and then it happened.

A pop inside my heart space as we harmonized our chants perfectly. A crack heard only in the astral realm. And then a shockwave, bursting out of us like a collapsing star behind our ribs.

We both felt it, the release and then the wave of chills as we finished our song.

The Heart of All Beings

The Akashics flooded with light. I saw the universe as a web—every being connected by a single cord of energy at the heart. As our sound rippled outward, chord after chord lit up like constellations awakening. Tiny sparks in millions of chests.

Every heart returning to itself. Every soul pulled into alignment. Every chain snapping in the presence of freedom.

The darkness didn’t fall. It simply transmuted. It dissolved, unable to survive the remembrance of what it once tried to eclipse.

The Forgotten Frequency had been released.

The Wind That Sang

When the vision faded, I was instructed to begin moving my life force up my body through my chakras, starting at the root, to anchor the new vibration. When I rose to do exactly that, the world around me had changed.

Outside my window, the wind carried a melody. Soft, distant, impossible music coming from nowhere in particular, at three in the morning, with no one else awake.

My friend could hear it too.

It wasn’t “out there.” It was moving through everything.

The Knowing

And then came the final knowing—quiet but unshakeable:

everyone chained by darkness will rise. Those I love bound by their brokenness will ascend. They will be set free. The light that touched the universe touched the ones I loved the most too.

And my spirit whispered, praise God. Thank you for trusting me with this song.

The story isn’t finished. This was only the overture.

But the melody has been released. The heart of creation has begun to awaken.

And the darkness?

It has already lost.

A Call to You—The Keeper of Your Own Frequency

If you’re reading this, your heart didn’t arrive here by accident. There are no coincidences in a universe woven from intention.

The Forgotten Frequency doesn’t belong to my friend and me alone. It doesn’t belong to the Akashics. It doesn’t belong to the realms.

It belongs to every soul who remembers what they came here to do.

Your heart, too, is a tuning fork. Your chakras, too, are strings waiting to be played. Your voice, too, carries a note that existence has never heard before; not until you sound it.

The universe is not asking you to be perfect. It is asking you to be aligned. To let your truth rise. To let your shadows soften. To let your light sing through you.

There is a melody inside you that no darkness can withstand; a tone that dissolves old chains, rewrites forgotten timelines, awakens what once slept, and calls your whole being back into remembrance.

Your frequency is not small. It is not fragile, nor is it accidental. It is cosmic. It is ancestral. And it is needed.

You are not just reading a myth. You are being activated by it.

The Forgotten Frequency is calling for your note. Your courage. Your remembering. Your wisdom. Your rise. And the moment you choose to embody it—the universe will rearrange itself around the song only you can sing.