Through the Third Eye; Book 1 of Third Eye Trilogy

by Bob Frank

  “Tommy! Listen to me. Remove yourself from the body of Cletus.”

  “Whoa!” Tommy yelled.

  He jerked forward nearly sitting up in his chair. With the goggles, ear phone and shock wires in tow, his head turned down as if looking at his stomach. “He gutted me. The bastard gutted me.”

  The palm of his left hand slid up the side of his stomach mimicing pushing the intestines back in. He suddenly flopped back in his chair and tilted his head back as if looking at the horizon above his head.

  “Tommy, you will not — ” but Clay was cut off.

  “It’s him. Her father and the elders from the other villages. On the hill by the tree line. They’re watching. They ordered this and are watching this slaughter being carried out. You bastards!”

  Tommy suddenly jerked to a complete sitting posture, grabbed his right side and yelled in pain. He began to shake his head and arms to the sides as Clay and Shali stared in near shock. Tommy then reached up and yanked off his goggles and headphones. Tommy looked around the room in a frantic daze shaking his head side to side in disbelief. Tommy had come completely out of his hypnotic trance and was sitting wide awake in the chair, eyes flicking side to side as if replaying the trauma he just experienced.

  Shali gave him a glass of water and rubbed his shoulders to help relax him. He sat there motionless. After a comforting pat on Tommy’s shoulder she motioned Clay to step aside with her.

  “What the hell just happened?” she asked.

  Clay whispered his response, “I don’t know. I’ve never seen this. He wouldn’t let go of that life. You didn’t find anything about this guy on the ‘net?”

  “Not a thing. He focused on this Cletus more than any of the prominent people in his past. What do we do now?”

  “After he calms down a bit we take him back down. We’ll finish his regression and bring him back out through the Protocol 75 decompression. Hopefully, he won’t remember. Just make sure we don’t mention that life later or he might recall the experience. Tomorrow we’ll go for the Akashic records.”

  She nodded. They re-hypnotized Tommy and continued the regression. In the four hundreds AD Tommy’s soul revealed the life of Proclus, a famous Greek Neo-Platonist philosopher known for his influence of both Western and Islamic views of that time.

  A pleasant surprise came in the next life as Tommy described his life as Dolpopa the Buddha, from 1292 to 1361 AD.

  “Will you look at the plump little boy? He’s got a pot belly like me.” Tommy laughed aloud. “I was raised in Nepal but I ran off at seventeen; gotta be a good Buddhist, so I went to Tibet. The temples and teachers were very good, there. I became good at Kalachakra, the wheel of time; there is no start, there is no end.” Tommy droned on about his life as Dolpopa.

  “Clay, I found him. He’s a hotshot Buddhist in Tibet. He actually became a full Buddha. Good stuff, here, but I don’t know if he’s going to help find the secrets.”

  “I’ll let him play this out and then move him on. He’s had a lot of prominent lives just like his soul pod mate, Iqbal.”

  They continued through another five lives up to his present life as Tommy. None of them were significant or added to their search for the secrets. Clay was particularly assertive with the protocol decompression scripts to ensure Tommy did not remember any of the regression.

  * * * ~~~ * * *

  That night Clay and Shali met without Tommy in a pub up the street from the inn.

  “Except for our little clash with Cletus, so far, so good, huh, Chief? And we haven’t even gotten to the LBL yet.”

  “Yeah. A lot of his lives were historically famous, just as was the case with Iqbal. Correlating Tommy’s former lives to the lives of Iqbal’s soul, there is definitely a connection between the two. I wouldn’t class them to the level of soul mates, but they are certainly in the same soul pod.”

  Shali smiled. “Tommy’s camaraderie has made this regression a pleasure.”

  Clay chuckled. “Yes, his crude commentary under hypnosis sure cuts the boredom. And when he’s not under, he’s calling you the West-Asian mutt.”

  Shali smiled, “At least I’m not the mutt from the rebel colonies, as he calls you.”

  Chapter 10

  The next morning Clay, Shali and Tommy settled into the regression suite to get started on the third session. Clay warmed up the equipment and tested the audio recorder. They were ready to begin.

  “This is Shali Faisal; it is 8:16 a.m. in Carmarthen, Wales, on the twenty-ninth of February. This is the third regression session on Thomas Evans, also known as Tommy, subject FK9923-LE3254; suspected soul is ID number TP88-4546. Clay Barton is performing the regression of the subject. I am assisting and will be monitoring and managing the control board. The objective of this session is regression and transition to the LBL phase for interaction with the subject’s soul or guide. The subject is very cooperative. Two previous regressions were successful in connecting directly to several lives. Subject understands possible consequences from performing the regression but has shown no signs of adverse impact, nor has he retained any memories of the regressions.”

  Tommy immediately went into a deep trance. Clay moved into the regression scripts.

  “You are now in the hall of doors. See the glowing light at the end of the hallway. That doorway leads to a world where your soul goes between lives: a place between your incarnated lives. Go through that doorway. Are you there yet?”

  “I sure am, Chump.”

  Shali and Clay looked at each other and smiled.

  Clay continued, “Go through the door now. You will enter a very large open room that should have many rows of bookshelves, as far as you can see. In the center of the room is a large reading table.”

  “Bloody hell. Will ya look at that? It’s the old library at the University in Aberystwyth. Fantastic! Look at the old bookcases. The ladders go up the side to the high shelves. Look how long those aisles are. They go on forever — gorgeous, dark-wooden bookcases. And the staircases at the end — ”

  Tommy was so talkative, Clay had to cut him short to keep the regression on track. “Is there anyone else in the library?”

  “Holy Mary, mother of Christ, what the hell is that? What kind of shit is this? You never said anything about ghosts, for Christ-sake.”

  Shali giggled at Tommy’s blunt humorous statements, even in a deep hypnotic trance.

  Holding back a laugh, Clay clarified for Tommy. “This is not a ghost. This is your guide, the mentor of your soul. It is an older soul who you trust and cherish. This guide helps you in the time between lives and when you are living in person. Do you understand?”

  “Squitz. Uh, course I understand. I’ve known him forever. Can be such a fuddy-duddy at times and gets me goat if I don’t do it right. But I have to admit, he is good to me. Helps me improve. You know, if I don’t get it right, I get to do it again.”

  “Ask the guide to review your past lives in the Akashic records from the library.”

  Tommy paused, then blurted out, “Okay, we’re goin’ to town now.”

  “Ask the guide if he will speak to us directly about your previous lives.”

  There was a long pause at this question. Clay waited for a response.

  Tommy finally responded in a low, slow crisp voice; he had a very different tone and demeanor. “This soul is a wise one. Many good lives — experienced. Even so, there are more lessons to learn.” Tommy’s jovial, joking mannerisms were nowhere to be heard.

  Clay looked at Shali with a glowing smile and a nod of success. He mimed to her, “We got the guide. The last two days of frolicking with Tommy must have helped.”

  Clay said, “Please review the lives of this soul starting about four thousand years before the present time. In particular, review lives that made significant contribution to the society in which they lived.”

  After a moment, the guide spontaneously started to speak. “Yisma’el, in 1726 BC, comes to the life. This life was difficult. Rejection wa
s the challenge, and he did not do well. His brother, Isaac, was jealous and suspicious of him. They fought often. The father, Ibrahim, treated this life with criticism and rejection.” Tommy slowly shook his head side to side. “This soul did not do well. Hate and spite filled his mind, despite his outward respect for his father. He will repeat the lesson in a future life. After he left this life, society worshipped him for redemption that he never demonstrated when the life was lived. The people did not see the truth of this life but created images of what was desired to be believed.”

  Clay leaned over to Shali. “Hey, this pretty much confirms that he is Ishmael, the son of Abraham. The Muslims might be upset with this; Ishmael is one of their prophets.” He smiled and then said, “He failed his rejection test and had to take it again in another life — kinda like summer school?”

  “Interestingly,” she whispered back, “Abraham’s family was just as dysfunctional as any family today. They were certainly not the ‘Beaver Cleavers,’ as the Bible would have you believe. They had all the quirks of any other family anywhere in history.”

  Clay nodded and then moved the guide forward to the next life.

  The guide continued, “Miriam; 1400 BC: sister of a Moses and Aaron. All are notable in future societies. Lessons of rejection, jealousy, and selfishness were corrected from previous lives. Her love for her brother, Moses, was selfless, even as a child. This soul met that challenge but failed the challenge of prejudice. Her brother, Moses, married a woman from Sudan with very black skin. As Miriam, this soul would not accept the brother’s wife because of her skin color. She did not make the correction before leaving the body; a correction must be made in a future life.”

  Shali chuckled and quietly commented to Clay. “You watch. Tommy’s soul is going to end up as a black slave in 1840, Charleston, South Carolina.”

  Clay mimed a laugh and responded, “Yeah, I don’t doubt that a bit. He deserved an attitude adjustment.”

  Tommy’s guide continued for ten minutes, reviewing Miriam’s tumultuous life experiences with Moses, Aaron and their families.

  “Is this cool or what?” Clay whispered to Shali. “There are references to these events in the Bible, Torah and Qur’an, but now we get it firsthand, like a videotape review of a football game. Clay shook his head and added, “Damn, I wish we could bring this public — but nobody would believe it anyway.”

  She nodded. “With the guide here, I picture this ghost-like figure in a purple bath robe, sitting at a table with our plump Tommy sipping a beer, eating peanuts and flipping through a giant iPad video book.”

  “You’ve read the books. That’s sort of how these past-life shrinks describe the LBL. Each page of the Akashic record gives the soul something like a three-dimensional, fast-forward review of one life after another, like a DVR player for your past lives. But this time the guide is adding a lot of critical commentary; a lot more than we’ve seen in past LBL’s.”

  The guide continued unprompted. “There are many lives for this soul in the next thousand years. These lives are not historically prominent as you asked, but many lessons were learned.”

  Clay asked, “What is the next life of this soul that had a significant influence on human society?”

  “Ptolemy Soter, 367 BC. Some later societies called this life ‘the Savior’.”

  As the guide described the good and bad side of Tommy’s soul as Ptolemy, Clay thought back to Tommy’s uncensored description of this same life two days earlier. He glanced across to Shali who looked up with a smile. She was also thinking of earthy frolics with whores, burning down Persepolis and collecting the origins of the Alexandrian Library.

  As if on autopilot, the guide continued to the next life.

  “Philo Judaeus, 20 BC. Alexandria, Egypt. This soul learned well and demonstrated good correction in this life. This soul learned that the principals of advanced goodness are framed in practice, example and teaching. Those called Christians built the foundation of their philosophy based on his leadership, but this life was not recognized as such. That group chose to worship the icon of a martyr executed before this life of Judaeus was complete.”

  After hearing that commentary, Shali whispered to Clay, “It seems odd for this guide to make a comment about Jesus Christ — assuming, of course, that’s who he meant by the executed martyr.”

  “Yeah, I also figured JC was probably the martyr,” Clay replied. “Let me probe that more.” He turned back to Tommy’s guide before he could continue. “Tell me more about this martyr. Did this soul, as Philo, ever meet with this martyr? Did they know each other, or know of each other? Was the martyr known by the name of Jesus?”

  There was a pause of nearly five seconds. Shali gave Tommy a three-second micro-pulse shot to the Third Eye, and his head pushed back into the pillow.

  However, the guide ignored the question and continued a spiel from the next life in the Akashic records. Clay looked at Shali and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Plotinus; 207 AD. Rome. A wise soul in this life. Good intentions. He understood the reality of human life but failed to convey his true ideals and thus created confusion among many groups. These groups then followed divergent paths. The consequences of this failure resulted in disparate organizations who interpreted his teachings in different ways. A correction is to be made in a future life.”

  Clay’s forehead wrinkled with confusion. “This is pretty deep stuff,” he said to Shali. “Usually guides describe simple, basic human characteristics such as fairness, kindness, generosity, or jealously. But this guide is a tough one. Remember Tommy’s comment when he first saw the guide in the library? He said something like he was a hard-ass?”

  Shali replied, “I know what you mean. This guide seems to demand an inordinate level of achievement from those souls under its mentorship.”

  As the guide droned on about the life of Plotinus, Clay continued his side discussion with Shali. “When I looked up Plotinus on the Internet last night, I was bowled over. Plotinus was Greek but spent much of his adult life in Alexandria, India, Persia and Italy. He made a vast array of metaphysical writings, which evidently heavily influenced Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Gnostic and Pagan religions. He carved himself a notch in history basing his teachings and philosophies on Plato. His concept of ‘The One’ pressed many religious dogmas to a single God concept.”

  “But he left a lot of room for debate,” Shali interrupted. She pointed at her laptop screen. “It says here that Plotinus was the first philosopher to explicitly push the idea that true human happiness was independent of the physical world.”

  “Understood. So these religions must have picked up on some of his philosophies.”

  “It also says that he was a student and colleague of Ammonius Saccas for over ten years in Alexandria, just like he told us the other day. You always ask about Ammonius at the end of the regressions. What’s the connection here?”

  “I kept running across Ammonius whenever I get a connection to secret writings. Let’s see what the guide says about Ammonius.”

  Clay interrupted the guide. “Was this soul, as Plotinus, a student of a person called Ammonius Saccus in Alexandria?”

  “Yes, this is so.”

  “Tell us about this Ammonius Saccus. Is this soul living in a person at the present time?”

  Clay beckoned Shali for a micro-pulse shot to the Third Eye. However, after three attempts, then waiting, asking and pulsing again, the guide gave no response. Clay leaned to Shali and said, “What a prude.”

  “Give him a break, Clay. You’ve got Plotinus and you’re asking about Ammonius, a different soul altogether. It’s like you are asking the guide to go find another book off the Akashic shelf.”

  Suddenly, the guide continued to the next life.

  “Proclus, 409 AD, raised in Istanbul, lived in Athens. Correction achieved from shortcomings in previous life as Plotinus. Became prosperous but generously shared the wealth to help others: good correction. Continued to develop and teach truth and re
alities to others. The soul attempted to change the core philosophies of Christians to correct their path. He failed and they continued down a path of deceit to followers — ”

  While the guide continued, Clay looked at Shali, “This guide is awful opinionated. What is this about? Christians deceived their followers?”

  “I don’t know. He seems harsh — almost cynical.”

  “Agreed. If this guide is one of the mentors to this soul pod, they are probably all a bunch of over-achievers. In the tens of thousands of regressions from the SRI studies, I’ve never seen souls with so many prominent lives. And here we have two in a row, both with dozens of highly successful and famous past lives.”

  Shali smiled. “I can’t wait to see what our next target, the Kuna Indian in Panama, has to offer — assuming of course she’s in the same pod and has the same guides.”

  “Yeah. But even with all the pressure from the guides to be super-achievers, we haven’t come across one suicide.”

  Shali smirked and facetiously asked, “Yeah, you mean like all the Asian high schools where there is so much pressure to achieve, the kids kill themselves.” Clay nodded.

  The guide assertively continued to the next life without any prompting. “Dolpopa Sherab Gyaltsen; 1292 AD; Nepal and Tibet. Known as Dolpa Buddha.”

  This perked up both Clay and Shali. They stopped their side-chatting and listened to the guide’s oratory.

  “This soul achieved the highest levels of accomplishment while incarnated in this life. Guides and elders communicated openly with the soul while in the body. This life authored numerous documents that communicated messages and philosophies of life. Truth and knowledge was revealed to this Buddha to teach to others — ”

  Shali whispered to Clay, “This guide is a non-stop rambler. Must have had influence on Tommy because you can’t hardly shut either one of them up. This guy seems like he’s like on auto-pilot.”

  Clay smiled at her comment and then turned to interrupt Tommy’s guide: “What did the guides and elders tell this soul as Dolpopa? Did they give special knowledge to this Buddha? Did this knowledge later become known as secrets?”