The Quantum Mantra

by Henri-Paul Bour

Arun Kumar was smiling from within, the warmth radiating around him. Sheela, his daughter, his life’s real and only purpose, was holding his hand. They both stood inside the monitoring room with only glass and time separating them from the final experiment: the transformation of the mind.

  Following the events at Sheela’s birthday, Kumar had been forced to investigate the project internally. His ears were tuned to a slightly more sensitive channel. His staff spoke to him as usual, but his mind scanned every inflection scrupulously, trying to filter out the lies. He made sure to avoid jumping to conclusions. Business had taught him the sharp end of that stick.

  During a difficult period of insomnia he began to check the Cosmos Project’s balance sheets with his personal financial team, scrutinising and analysing. After many long hours of squinting through bleary-eyed nights, they began to string together facts he had never noticed before. Millions of dollars were completely unaccounted for and transferred into Swiss bank accounts whose numbers he didn’t recognise. He had a rude awakening that many of his business partners, people with whom years of trust had warranted them entry to his inner circle, who proved to have been against him.

  The body of the doctor who helped Mayumi escape was eventually found. His genitals had been ripped off and all that was left of him was a bloated mound of flesh floating in a river.

  Arun Kumar’s personal detective team had also discovered blatant evidence of torture in the basement of his security team’s headquarters.

  The many affiliated groups that had been used to help the Cosmos Project were found to be of criminal nature and in particular, a Russian group based in Thailand that was always referred to as ‘Dimitri’ in the reports.

  The air traffic controllers involved in the scheme designed to crash his plane, those who had talked and denounced Mughal Hussein, had also vanished.

  Arocha was taken care of first, but the corruption of the whole system had rotted through the foundations so thoroughly that no explanation could be put forward for his vaporization from prison. No doubt his connections had been in very high places and no questions could be asked.

  Rumours went flying about a foreigner in a black limousine who was seen waiting for him at the Central Police Station. He had with him two bodyguards. Although the truth would be impossible to draw, onlookers say that Arocha merely stepped out of the police vehicle into the luxurious car and was driven away to the Embassy sector in Mumbai.

  Perhaps he escaped by helicopter or perhaps he found an underground route. Nobody knew. In the reports was also mentioned the description of one bodyguard: ‘A giant with a doll-like face’.

  And of course, Mayumi’s background was checked out and she was immediately freed. She really was the daughter of the Buddhist esoteric master!

  …

  Hours earlier—although it felt like a lifetime ago—the couple had embraced on the terrace of the royal suite at the Taj Mahal Hotel.

  Pascal had slept on the bedside sofa watching Mayumi recover, tracing the closed lids of those almond eyes in his mind. His imagination had led him to see her at first as Imae, the woman of his vision, but in front of him slept the real figure embedded in the jewel of reality, sharing his breath and corporality.

  He had awoken to a small and humble smile. She gifted him with a long stare full of golden light, and lifted her fragile body from the covers, reaching out her hands to him. As the balcony welcomed them with the view of a rising pink sun, she stroked the groove of skin between his every finger, interlacing her porcelain hands in his, saying nothing. The sinuous curve of her neck rested upon his shoulder; they had total acceptance for each other.

  The long-anticipated launch of the Cosmos experiment was to take place in precisely one hour. Arrangements had been made so that very few invitations were sent out. Physicists and scientists of the highest accolade, political leaders of the BRIC and only the most loyal of Arun Kumar’s associates and family were in attendance for the briefing he had prepared. Mayumi’s father, the Mantrayana Master was also invited and had arrived in the morning from Japan.

  …

  Arun Kumar came to the podium and spoke into the microphone.

  “First of all, welcome to you all.” His outstretched arms were wide open, as if hugging his audience from the podium. “I have invited you here today, dear members of the BRIC, to witness the conclusion of our daring adventure; one that I hope will bear the fruits of a radical change in our basic assumptions and belief systems.

  Here, we hope to see a revolution in the paradigms of our existence.” And a major social improvement in our countries, Brazil, Russia, India and China.

  Under her breath Mayumi was forced to ask the meaning of the word ‘paradigm’. It was a word she had never come across despite her strong understanding of the English language.

  “Oh,” he replied, somewhat hesitantly, afraid to disturb the speech. “Well, the closest thing I could say would be that it is the world view or set of assumptions about how things work. An example of a paradigm would be the belief that the world was flat. Until someone went and proved that the world was round, causing a paradigm shift

  Kumar continued,

  As a passionate believer of the Tantra, which, as you know, means “woven together”,

  I have decided to find a extraordinary way to bring people together to achieve that.

  I have experimented that each of us could achieve self-accomplishment and happiness in our difficult environment only when one could attain an expanded consciousness and could be aware of his own tremendous potential for love and compassion. It was my opinion that all countries had to establish a real Democracy by creating a society where its citizen had attained that high level of consciousness.

  We, at the BRIC have understood the urgency to create in our populations such a state of mind, where every one would attain a better balance between themselves and their environment.

  Unfortunately, the many problems people encounters in our societies, the stress to survive, the selfishness of prevailing materialistic systems, the control of individuals, the lack of authentic purpose, has made them blind to that possibility

  Our Government leaders have been holding a more and more difficult position between the increasing power of money and the power of badly informed people.

  Did any nation, until now, really found a way to improve it?

  The answer is NO. And every one knows it.

  We, at the BRIC, have acknowledged the danger of a inevitable revolution and tried to implement sustainable ways in the next future.

  Spinoza, the famous philosopher from the seventeen-century, used to say:

  “the only way to change an affect (or lets say “an attitude” in our case) is to change it by another one, stronger and contrary.”

  Our research has concluded that a stronger affect was a high level of consciousness for every one. We could reach that target using new scientific applications and technologies of the Quantum Mechanic, the String Theory and the neurosciences. We could also benefit from thousands years of Cultures and Esoteric practices.

  But enough speech. Let me introduce Dr Purananda, the genius who has developed our Cosmos Project, and will explain it all.

  …

  Arun Kumar turned to a small group of people standing on the podium. Dr. Purananda, a short man in his sixties, seemed very shy and was hiding behind the other guests. His white hair contrasted with his black complexion and he could be compared to an Indian ‘Professor Nimbus’: the typical image of the perfect scientist lost in the world of skeptical humans.

  Hesitantly, he stepped to the stage next to Arun Kumar. Immediately, his strong and clear voice imposed respect and his charisma attracted admiration. Everyone was instantly under his spell.

  He started modestly... “I am only the medium between realities. My only task was to let my intuition put together what others had discovered.”

  From a scientific point of view, I studied with my team the new discoveries of the String Theory, Neuros
ciences, Quantum physics. As Arun Kumar, our enlighten sponsor just said, these theories have been essential for our project.

  Their conclusions have allowed me to hypothesise that the mind, the soul, should be a vibration creating a magnetic field, a kind of unknown fundamental force, supported by wave/particles, constantly interacting with themselves and their environment, the cosmos. I have called them the “Soul waves.”

  Lucky bastard! Suddenly thought Pascal. The demonstration was exactly reflecting the Tesla document.

  What a striking coincidence!

  How naive he had been from the beginning! Of course, they had access to the Tesla protocol, and in a clear version. It was obvious that the Lab scientists in Yangoon knew that Aung was a friend of Placido a famous scientist engaged in a similar research. For sure, they heard of his finding and used a tricky way to steal the information from him.

  First, as Placida told to Pascal, they tried to discover what secrets Aung was hiding. Probably they noticed that Aung body was emitting unknown vibrations, and, easily, found that he had a microchip hidden in his armpit. they possibly fed Aung in Yangoon with some drugs to retrieve it without arising suspicion. They perhaps made an electronic copy of the microchip content, and replaced the most useful passages with a new encryption. Aung would not know and even be wary about it.

  And nobody else could read the document. How clever!

  Dr Purananda was continuing, ignorant of Pascal thought.

  From an Esoteric point of view we have compared most of the different cultures of our planet and observed they also came to the same belief: the mind, the soul, the Altman, were a vibrating force, emitted from the brain and body and connected to unknown fields, with different levels, the highest one, probably virtual, being called “ Brahma, Yawe, Jesus, Tao, spirits and thousands of other names.

  We preferred to say “Soul”

  Since all findings were pointing to the vibrations, the waves, which were the components of the energy fields, we decided to discover and analyze the frequencies of these vibrations, and conducted many experimentations.

  Now its show time! You are going to be the privileged witnesses of the fabulous technology we proudly have called the “Cosmos Project”.

  And then he bowed.

  …

  After the applause died down, he said:

  Please, ladies and gentlemen, give me the honour of watching for a few minutes the short video I have prepared for you.”

  A large screen lowered behind the podium and the lights went off. An image of the galaxies appeared on it; intricate waves were spinning around at fantastic velocity and were vibrating, creating the special 3D image of a hologram, where the viewers felt immersed as if they were part of the virtual scenery.

  “What you are watching is an image of the subatomic, the infinite small universe. Imagine that the world as you can see it now is actually vibrating.

  We had until now believed that matter was made of particles, atoms with electrons spinning around a nucleus. It is not rue anymore: your hair, that seat, the air, the light, my ears, your thought and your, all of it is just made of strings, vibrations that dance around and resonate with each other like a giant salsa class!”

  The amazing image of worlds within worlds and waves inside larger waves appeared as holograms within holograms, mirroring ad infinitum.

  “According to the new theory of Wave/Particle Physics, every particle is but a loop, a string identified by its frequency. Electrons, quarks, photons, gluons, fermions, bosons—are only symbols of different vibrations. It is not an assumption, but the application of a new theory called ‘The Superstring Theory’, or more simply, The ‘M’ Theory.

  The way a wave vibrates, and more precisely its frequency, determines what kind of symbolic particle it is, either from the standard model, or even a wave/particle, still unknown to us, may be the dark matter.

  What we are and where we are is only a matter of frequencies.

  In other words, there is no such thing as a fixed and intangible world.. The rock-solid reality we think we experience every day depends on the frequencies of its components, the wave particles.

  For example, if you could change the frequencies of the waves which together create your body and mind, you would become someone else, totally different. An Alien may be?

  As you can now understand, since everything is a vibration with a frequency, a wave we had to identify those, which create the mind, the consciousness: the soul.

  That’s why we have used the Quantum equations to find them.

  “Thank you Tesla,” thought an outraged Pascal, definitely unimpressed.

  “Before I explain further the different steps of our experiment, I have to recap for those who are not scientists, how the unbelievable discoveries of the Quantum Theory have been the key to our Cosmos technology:”

  “In Quantum world, there are at least two realities in the universe:

  First, there is the reality we experimented everyday, a reality we believe is the only one. A reality we can experiment with our sense, our limited perceptions; a reality governed by determinism rules which say that every effect has a cause.

  But this reality, according Quantum Theory, is in fact a myth. It exists because we all live in a decoherent world, subject to many disturbances, and particularly the subjectivity of our observation.”

  “Now there is this other reality called “Quantum State” or even “Implicate Order” by some scientists as D Bohm. We can never experiment such reality directly because it belongs to a coherent world not disturbed by our observation, not disturbed by any fields or waves: cosmic fields, neutrinos, mind emissions. That reality is also the siege of infinite possibilities, infinite power.

  We all know that! Exclaimed a stocky bearded scientist. But I cannot understand the relation with your project?

  Very simple in fact senor Alvarez.

  Our super MRI machine had been able to analyse clearly evanescent frequencies emitted by the body/brain, from their auras, or let say the magnetic fields of energy surrounding them.

  It also could select the wave/particles we believed were related to the consciousness.

  In one word: our soul.

  “And then”?, insisted the scientist

  “Then, we had to find a link between the Quantum state and the normal state of those particles, or lets say waves.. And this was the question; Could those mind wave/particles benefit from such a state of infinite power and intelligence? Could we bring the normal mind into a Quantum State?”

  “Believe it or not, it was in fact simple to do it!”

  Alvarez interfered again: “Simple? Are you joking?”

  “Not at all sir, if you consider one of the most fantastic discovery of the Quantum: the entanglement of particles, a fact that even Einstein tried to refute and proved wrong when he created the famous EPR experiment to disprove the assumption that wave/particles could communicate faster than light and share the exact same properties when they became entangled. Particles became twins,.

  This strange phenomenon is in fact the essence of Quantum as Niels Bohr, the founder of the theory, explains: What we believe to be separated is only one, forever connected wherever in the Galaxies.

  The Senor Alvarez was still adamant;

  What technology is that?

  I am going to show you in detail how we applied that technology; how we could create the entangled wave/particles and establish the link between the Quantum state and the wave/particles, even if they belonged to other dimensions.”

  Stil unconvinced, the bearded scientist exploded.

  “All this is very theoretical science. Why would you try to link the mind wave/particles, if they exist, to a Quantum State.”

  Dr Purananda exhibited a huge smile. “Bravo sir, this is the key question, and thank you to ask.”

  “If the quantum is a state of true perfection with infinite possibilities, it means that a mind wave/particle, set inside that state, would receive an infinite power,
intelligence and clairvoyance, even communicate with other dimensions, as string theory hypotheses.”

  Pascal was suddenly attentive. The senior Alvarez seemed to be suspicious about the soul wave/particles, but Dr Purananda had avoided answering that question. Did it mean they knew the warning? If they had the Tesla document, they should. These people were bluffing about the safety. That’s why they did not make any allusion to the caution message from the document: They probably did not find the quantum symmetry of the hologram. And they knew that consciousness had a holographic structure, as Prabam, a famous neuro scientist, had recently demonstrated;

  Pascal felt disheartened: Dr Purananda was not an honest scientist and was taking considerable risk. He did not care if the experiment was going to engulf the patients into a dangerous new dimension?

  Dr. Purananda stood up.

  “Now that you understand the very basic fundamentals of our project and realize that science is reaching new frontiers, let’s see some action!” Our experiment today is to prove our theories.”

  Excited at what they were about to see, everyone started to move.

  Pascal was livid.

  “ I have just received the signal now. Please follow me directly to the laboratory to observe the real application of this fantastic theory,” crowed Dr. Purananda.”

  The group of visitors was brought to an underground facility, an immense room with a ceiling so tall it was hard to discern its height.

  “We will condense wave/the particles we had captured from the minds of the chanting monks and create intense and very high-frequency energy to collide them, copy them, and entangle the copies into a perfect Quantum space. Sunlight and cosmic rays must not have access here. Even neutrinos may disturb the experiment. It would cause what we, scientists, know as ‘decoherence’, a nuisance that could stop the particles from behaving as waves, and, consequently, being able to be trapped into a Quantum State.

  That is why we are deep underground. The black walls are especially proofed to absorb the radiations.”

  A dome-shaped, clear compartment was visible from the elevator in which they were standing. They walked down a platform and entered the monitoring room.

  They could see the command room on the other side where dozens of engineers were preparing the machine; their faces were glowing from the holographic panels.

  In the middle of the platform was set a gigantic operation theatre surrounded by surgical-white light which illuminated the group of metallic beds where the ‘patients’ lay in silence. They faced large screens that were linked to the wires protruding from their extremities. Nodes were stamped around their temples and toes, all connected to massive scanning machinery that was set all around them.

  The patients were connected to crystal glass cube-like forms around them. Although they were entirely clear, looking stable, these cubes were under enormous magnetic field influence and housed microscopic receptors that were impossible to see with the human eye. Various apparatus including large magnets that looked like projectors were set up around each cube, facing towards the patients.

  Pascal felt a sweeping cold rush up his spine as soon as they stepped out of the elevator. What stood in front of him was completely clinical and soul-less. And something felt out of place with him. Like a back waiting to be cracked, he was holding out for the release.

  Dr. Purananda said proudly.

  “Now the most difficult task was to create the Quantum State in the crystal glass cubes you can watch over there, and here we are! They are ready to receive the energetic wave/particles surrounding the brain and the body.

  Please look at the halo around the patient’s brain to see how it works. This halo is the manifestation of the body’s subtle energies: the vibrating energies of the body that are emitted to the outside world through the energy portals the Hindus call ‘the chakras’. In our experiment we will not only concentrate on these physical waves but on the other ones, which are not visible. We believe these are the subtle energies or let’s say the soul waves, coming from the center of the forehead known as the third eye, and the Anahata, located near the heart.

  Once received and transferred to our mega joule collider, the wave/particles will be entangled, somewhere in the space around the patients.”

  “The last mode will be simple: pick up the copies and send them to the Quantum crystal boxes.”

  The voice of Dr. Purananda seemed to come from the abyss.

  “Let’s switch to that mode.”

  The lighting was dimmed to near obscurity, and a faint aura of light appeared around the bodies.

  “My dear guests, I’m sorry about such a long speech. It is time now to start the demonstration.

  The doctor motioned for the monks to lie down on special beds set on a 30-degree angle. Everyone took his place except for a lone, shadowed figure near the front. Calmly, she spoke.

  “I am Mayumi and I wish to volunteer for the first experiment. You already know that my life has been dedicated to spiritual practice.”

  Dr. Purananda was completely taken aback by the woman and impressed by her courage. He walked over to Arun Kumar and whispered to him. Kumar looked to Mayumi’s Japanese father, the Master of the Mantrayana, who simply nodded.

  “Very well then; please follow me.”

  Pascal suddenly felt in his own terror the horror of the big risk that his beloved Mayumi was taking. And he knew that her determination was implacable. She wouldn’t change her mind no matter how he tried to change it.

  He had to follow his intuition and stop the experiment!

  His apprehension at the danger sent a formidable negative energy through his body. His mind reacted violently to this and he found himself surrounded by a whirling torment, after which he landed in a silent space.

  How could he have been so blind?

  …

  The Lab Scientists were about to make a big mistake without taking into consideration the symmetric structure of the consciousness hologram. Their research had been incomplete.

  All the lights in the spectators’ room were now off. Pascal’s pupils dilated and fixated on the escorted white figure floating towards her inclined bed. Her body was an overflowing power board and the harsh light cascaded down her fine features, causing sharp shadows to fall onto her collar.

  Mayumi may have been calm, but the pumping jugular vein in Pascal’s neck was not.

  All heads in the room inched forward, eagerly waiting for the experiment to begin. The room was stifling.

  Pascal scanned the events that had led him here, cursing himself for letting Mayumi be a part of this.

  The monks began to chant. Their voices, shy at first, echoed together; each note danced together in unison. With each passing moment, their enthusiasm grew and with it grew the power of the sound. It sucked into the walls like water to a sponge, and soon the volunteers were drenched, soaking with vibrations.

  A beam of piercing white light shot down the center, followed by a loud crack. Colors began to fade in and out from the screens in front of each monk and patterns began to form geometric fractals breaking down into ever more intricate patterns, imploding, destroying, and then reproducing once more. The shapes swallowed each other in an accelerated state, reflecting their light onto the shiny eyeballs of the monks.

  Pascal was frozen in a locked stare, observing every movement in Mayumi’s almond eyes which had enlarged as though someone had lifted her lids back with a clamp, literally surrendering her to the forces of the room.

  `The engineers scurried around, adjusting the controls then shifting their attention back to the monks.

  Dr. Purananda clasped his hands together as they updated him through his earphones.

  “The resonance is working,” he heard them saying. “Some wave/particles are beginning to shift and get entangled”

  As the process continued, Pascal’s face was millimetres away from the dividing window.

  After the incantation, Mayumi’s body had remained completely still un
til now.

  Pascal stood up and started hammering the glass window of the control room.

  “Please stop! They are going to die in another dimension! Please, oh please, stop!”

  Suddenly, the colours on the screen inside the control room formed breathtaking shapes. Mayumi’s soft arms posed gracefully on her lap began to twitch and her hands began to lift away from her body.

  Pascal flinched, agonised by his powerlessness in this situation. He glanced with urgency at the other patients who similarly began to raise their arms to the disappearing ceiling. Many of the elder monks were shaking vigorously now; their legs pulsated to an unheard beat.

  The colours on the screen were like a thousand bursting sunsets, but the hues began to change. Darker patches flashed on the screens at first and began to invade the frame. The entire surface of the screens began to melt together in a murky pool of grey.

  There was no time to lose; Pascal had to shut down the process. He walked up the few steps to the control room and hammered on the door.

  The people inside were terrorised. He heard others shouting into the intercom.

  “Stop! We have to shut the mega joules. Untie the monks. Hurry, hurry! Something is happening. The reactor is taking over!” someone screamed.

  The screens began to register hysterical movements. An engineer inside the control room saw Pascal’s frantic gesturing and unlocked the door.

  Pascal erupted into the dark space and raced to push back all the switches he could grasp on the main control board. The lights on each screen shut off; its patterns and colours were a mere imprint in the retina of those who had watched it moments before. A pig’s last desperate squeal before its slaughter couldn’t compare with the noise of the explosion that followed.

  The room plunged into darkness.

  The monks’ legs jerked in the air like machine guns and their eyes rolled back into their sockets. Blood streamed out of their ears and eyes and pooled around the collars of their white gowns to form a necklace of scarlet.

  From behind the huge glass window of the control room Pascal looked into the experiment room. He stood hypnotised, staring at her silhouette lying on the bed.

  paralysed by fear, he seemed to understand for the first time, the full extent of his own affection, his unconstrained attachment.

  …

  Entirely through his own devices he saw the authentic Mayumi, her mind connected to his as entangled wave/particles. He understood how she was united to his consciousness but not dependent on his tangible passion. The veil between them was tearing and disintegrating. They were enveloped in a green glow of light.

  He was now holding her hand. The scenery defied any physical explanation; it was a construct of a pure and peaceful feeling.

  She smiled that same warm smile and suddenly they were completely and utterly alone. With the same adoration she had displayed to him previously, she stretched out her other hand.

  But he still couldn’t move.

  “Come,” she spoke softly. “We have fulfilled our mission in this dimension; leave the physical and limited world and exist with me in infinity.”

  As much as he tried to hold on, her hand was slipping away.

  “You and I have done our best to let them know. I know now what it is to perceive without my senses, to be myself without having a self, to remove the conscience in the way I used to understand it. Are you ready to come with me?”

  “Yes, I am,” he finally whispered as though someone else had uttered the words.

  But Mayumi was fading and the memory of her being was disappearing.

  “Mayumi I am here; I am ready to join you!” This time he heard the resonance of his own voice. He saw her almond-shaped eyes opening in a last expectation.

  Exhausted by his own attempts, Pascal knew he had to make his ultimate decision.