Through the Third Eye; Book 1 of Third Eye Trilogy

by Bob Frank

  “What is the key to unlocking the truth hidden in the words? Who has this key?”

  “The key to the secrets are in the mind. One can only get the key from the elders in the fullest of meditation. You must go to the other side and become one with the universe before the key is revealed.”

  Clay leaned forward in his chair, “Where did you put these secrets? Where are the writings now?”

  “It is all very safe now.”

  Clay and Shali’s heads snapped toward each other. Clay whispered to Shali, “She knows something about the secrets — ”

  Shali quietly interrupted. “I agree, but there’s a problem here. You know the last life we got? The Chinese Fudza guy? It is almost a complete overlap with this life. Buddha-boy here is about ten years older than Fudza, but they both lived to be sixty or seventy. It’s nearly a complete overlap. Something is wrong.”

  Clay looked puzzled for a moment, but then his face grew into a huge smile. “Whoa. Assuming the years are fairly accurate, we may have a dual life here. I’ve never run across a full dual life. I’ve had simultaneous incarnations when somebody got Alzheimer’s or went into a coma, stuff like that. But never a full-fledged dual life for one soul.”

  “What the hell are you talking about, Chief? Are you saying that a soul can live two full lives at the same time?”

  “Yeah, and maybe more. I read about it but have never seen it. But the soul evidently gets stretched very thin. It takes a lot of energy for a soul to live out a human life. If they live a dual life, the lives supposedly are not up to full speed — you know, circuit-overload. But on the other hand, this Buddha spends most of his life meditating. His soul is up in the hinterland chatting it up with the elders, sucking them dry for the big secrets. In this case, the soul doesn’t have to spend that much time dealing with an actual human life; he is just meditating.”

  Shali’s voice rose with excitement: “Hey, remember what King Kong Fudza said? That he often felt lost or wasn’t in his own body, or something like that? We can review the recording tomorrow, but it’s no wonder he was spaced out. He wasn’t getting the soul’s full attention.”

  As Sogui rattled on about her life as the Buddha, Shali’s face suddenly turned dead serious. “Clay, Clay, listen: Kong Fudza. KongFudz. Confucius. Could this soul have been Confucius, at the same time that he was Buddha? Wait, let me check the lifespan on Confucius.”

  Shali grabbed the binder and flipped to Confucius’ timeline. “It’s a dead ringer!” she exclaimed. “These two were right on top of each other, time-wise. Confucius and Buddha must have been the same soul at the same time. Freak me out, man. Freak me out!”

  Clay laughed at Shali’s out-of-character excitement. “I think you’re right. Hey, remember Iqbal’s life as Ezra Pound? Pound wrote The Cantos. I remember reading that there was an entire section about Confucius. These two souls are in the same pod, so it makes sense that one would have an infatuation with the other’s former life, and would write about them, albeit fifteen hundred years later. Let’s run Sogui through the rest of the Buddha’s life and wrap it up for today. She’s going to need a day or two just to decompress. This is almost too much to comprehend. She knows something about the secrets, though.”

  They finished walking through the life of the Buddha and brought Sogui back to consciousness with the seldom-used PLR 73 scripts. After taking off the goggles, headphones and cap, Sogui lay quietly in the chair for a long time. She stared off into blankness, recalling all she had just seen. When she sat up, her thirst was almost unquenchable. Slowly she began to talk just a little about her experience. An hour later, Shali shut down all of the recording equipment and escorted Sogui back to her room. They agreed to meet in the lobby in one hour for dinner.

  * * * ~~~ * * *

  At dinner, Sogui started to rattle off details that had not come out during the regression session. To ensure they did not miss anything, Shali began recording on her portable voice recorder.

  “Mi Amiga, Amigo, my friends. Today I was freed from the pain in this life and deprivation of the pleasures of a normal person. These regressions have freed me from pain, physical contortion and social stigma.” Sogui breathed in deeply, smiled and slowly exhaled her relief while looking into the distance.

  Shali smiled and said, “I noticed that your description of previous life experiences focused on many of the physical bodily pleasures.”

  Sogui nodded vigorously. “Yes, and I am so upset with my life as Buddha. By choice, I gave up all physical pleasure and I self-inflicted hunger, pain and deprivation on myself. Can you believe that?” She shook her head with disdain. “And I had this beautiful wife. Talk about hot! No sex for the rest of my life? What was I thinking? Just to meditate? Ja! could have meditated and still had sex with this bonita chica — what a beautiful chick she was. My wife was beautiful. Stupid me, I go off the desert to meditate for the rest of my life? Ja!”

  Clay and Shali looked at each other and laughed out loud. Sogui then flashed back to her life as the Queen of Sheba.

  “Ohhhh, I was a good looker, you know. So tall, slender, nice boobs and black as the night. Yeah, I was one hot lady. And Solly? Oh yeah, Solly was so good. I’m glad he had all those other wives; they just warmed him up. Hola Hombre, hello man, we could heat up his palace to a hot bed of ecstasy.”

  Fortunately, the three had a private corner in the restaurant. Clay almost fell off his chair laughing as Sogui babbled on about practically every sexual encounter she had experienced in her previous lives; few of which she talked about in the session.

  “Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can comprehend. To understand the things that are at our door is the best preparation for understanding those that lie beyond.”

  Hypatia

  Chapter 13

  After a taking off a day to relax in the cool tropical green mountains west of Panama City, they were back to another day of regression. Much to their surprise and Clay’s elation, the first life revealed Ammonius Saccas of 200 AD: teacher and mentor of Tommy’s soul’s life as Plotinus and the life Clay had been seeking since the beginning of his quest, even though he did not know why. After nearly an hour with Ammonius, Sogui had revealed absolutely nothing of relevance about the secrets.

  Clay shifted his focus and asked, “In this life as Ammonius, did you know a person named Plotinus?”

  “Yes. Yes, he was a good student: dedicated, focused, older than most students. But he played a holier-than-thou game. Plotinus pretended to be down-to-earth and proper, and everyone thought he was morally righteous. Hypocrisy. Plotinus was such a womanizer. He tried to screw anything he could find, but he was careful not to show it. He campaigned around the world with his philosophical and moral theories intermixed with his private love-making marathons.”

  There was a short pause and a half-grin slowly grew on Sogui’s face.

  Clay prompted her. “Please continue.”

  “Plotinus heard rumors that I preferred men over women. Not so; I could go either way.” She laughed out loud. “But he was paranoid about being intimate with a man. One day, I grabbed his ass and whispered love words in his ear. He ran from me like a rabbit in a field of hovering eagles.” Sogui laughed again, paused a few seconds, then continued in a more serious tone. “Later he moved to Rome. He needed to be around the big players. Alexandria was for intellectuals. We had the library and the museum; we were too studious for him. But Rome — ah, Rome was for philosophers, power mongers, and lovers, of course.”

  Clay leaned to Shali. “Ammonius seemed to be a bit cynical, yet he is amusing. I’ve been looking for this guy for almost five years, so I’m going to spend more time on him, even though we haven’t found anything significant yet.”

  Shali nodded.

  Later in the regression, as the soul approached the death of Ammonius Saccas, Shali noticed Clay’s disappointment in finding nothing significant in this key target of his search. Clay then probed for Ammonius’ confused
religious positions, which had been documented in the history books. “Your parents were devoted Christians, were they not?”

  Sogui chuckled smugly. “Yes, they were in deep.”

  “Were you a Christian?”

  “I left the church,” Sogui snapped back immediately. “It was a ruse. They worshiped icons and made this dead fanatical Jew in Jerusalem into an icon, a god. I believe in finding, learning and revealing the truth. That is not the truth. They proclaimed this Jew as the son of the God, but we are all God. We are all one.”

  Clay’s forehead wrinkled. “So how did you feel about the Christian Church?”

  “If you speak against them too loud, they will kill you as a heretic — like the Romans, they were.”

  Clay reared his head at that answer. He glanced at Shali and then continued. “Do you believe that everyone has a soul, and that all souls are connected?”

  “Of course I do. Who do you think you are talking to, a ghost?” Sogui laughed out loud.

  Shali could not hold back her laughter either. Clay glanced at her as if embarrassed by Sogui’s cynical comment and then he smiled.

  Sogui continued without hesitation: “One soul is a small part of the whole.”

  While Sogui’s soul proselytized, Shali leaned over to Clay, “We can continue this little religious debate with ‘sarcasticus’ Ammonius, but it is not going to get us where we want to go.”

  Clay nodded and said with a smirk, “Alright, I’ll cut off the philosophical chatter and get Ammonius to die for us.”

  After the life-ending dialogue, Clay let Sogui rest for a few minutes. He said to Shali, “Did you notice we’re getting some big gaps in time? Hundreds of years are missing. We haven’t been that selective on prominent or famous people, so we should be getting most every life.”

  “Yeah, I wondered about that. Maybe these lives were so intense that the soul needed time to recuperate — charge the batteries, so to speak.”

  “But I feel like we’re missing something here.”

  “Maybe there were simple, less-complex lives in those gaps. When we get to the LBL phase, we can always poke it again.”

  Clay prompted Sogui, “Move to the next prominent life that you lived. Open the door. Walk through, and look around. What do you see? Where are you? Are you there yet?”

  “Yes. Yes, I am there. I am a woman now. Oh, I am a beautiful woman with long silky hair and fresh golden skin. But I am committed to my work. It is a man’s world now, so I am out of place. I have offended many because I am a woman and I assert myself. I am in Egypt. Alexandria. This is such a beautiful city. I have traveled much, but to me, Alexandria is home and has the most beauty, the most character, the most culture.”

  “What year is it? How old are you? What is your name?”

  “It is now 400, 405. Yes, 405 AD. I am forty-five years old and well respected. I feel good about this life. I have accomplished much, but I have much more to do. My name is Hipaja. My father was Theon. He was famous both in Alexandria and throughout the entire Empire. He was a great mathematician — a true scholar — and he knew medicine and architecture. He was very wise and intelligent and was known as the ‘man of the museum’ — the great Alexandria Museum. He also worked very closely with the library.”

  Hearing this, Clay and Shali looked up intently at each other. They both leaned forward in their chairs with a sense of excitement. Shali turned to her laptop and began clicking away.

  Clay said, “Tell me more about the Alexandrian Library.”

  Sogui’s face shone with pleasure. “The library was beautiful and so full of knowledge. The writings were in every language from all over the world; so much knowledge and truth!” Then her face grew scornful. “But there were people, people who wanted to destroy the library. We had to protect the knowledge before it was destroyed. Daddy was sure they would destroy the most sacred knowledge in the library.”

  “Tell me more about your father. What was he like? What did he do with the library?”

  “Daddy was my mentor, my teacher. When I was young, he sent me to the great cities of the Empire to study and bring back knowledge. Rome, Athens, Florence, Constantinople. I studied, learned and debated with great philosophers in all these cities. I owe him gratitude for his kindness, his wisdom and his devotion to knowledge and truth.”

  Clay perked up and his eyes widened. He now realized precisely who they had in Sogui’s regression. He whispered to Shali, “This has to be Hypatia. There should be a lot written about her. I even think there were some old movies about her. See what details you can get and find out whether she did anything with the contents from the library. Maybe she was the one who stashed the writings!”

  Shali madly clicked away on the laptop. “I’m ahead of you; I’ve got her already. Damn hot, Clay. Wiki says she was believed to be the last librarian of the Alexandrian Library. Even the famous Carl Sagan was convinced Hypatia was the last Alexandrian librarian before its demise. This has to be why Iqbal’s guide pointed us to Sogui. Why the hell didn’t we figure this out before?”

  Clay turned back to Sogui. “What do you do in this life of Hipaja? Do you work in the library?”

  “I have been the director of the Platonist School of Alexandria for five years now. The school teaches philosophers and educators the knowledge of Plato, Aristotle, Plotinus, and Ptolemy. We believe in and encourage open debate and the discussion of different philosophies. My students come from all corners of the Empire. They are from famous and wealthy families. In our school, we want truth to be revealed.”

  Clay probed Sogui harder. “Tell me more about the library. How are you involved with it?”

  There was a long pause, and a two-second micro-pulse shock that did not get a response.

  Clay prompted again. “Be aware that you are not actually living this life; this life was lived many, many years ago and you are only viewing it. No one and no thing can harm you in any way. Did you try to save the contents of the library?”

  Shali shot Sogui a three-second pulse to the Third Eye.

  “Yes,” Sogui responded immediately. “I was the head of the secret council to save the knowledge. We were a small group of men and women — all wealthy, all powerful. We all had the same desire, the same objective.” Sogui’s voice became higher in pitch and volume. “But I made enemies over the years. I must be more careful. These people are powerful and stand to lose if the truth comes out.”

  Clay asked, “Who are they?”

  “Right now, there are two men in particular, who have grown to despise me. The first is Cyril, in Alexandria, who just became bishop. He is a Greek and an influential Orthodox, and he has become powerful even at his young age. I do not agree with his ideals or with his religious fanaticism, and I have personally told him this many times. We have debated and argued and now he is angry and full of hatred for me.”

  “Also, there is Socrates Scholasticus from Constantinople. He was a follower of the teachings of Ammonius Saccas. However, he has distorted Ammonius’ ideas. I know he distorts Ammonius, and I have told him so. He is another Greek Christian, and a hypocrite. There are others too, religious zealots who are not open to other ideas or thoughts; they will not allow other beliefs. They have only their selfish desire to retain power over their people. But I must be careful. At least until we arrange safe passage for the writings from the library.”

  Clay moved to the front of his chair and said, “You talked about a secret council for the library. Who is on this council? What has the council done?”

  “There are several of us, but we represent many more. We want to preserve the thousands of years’ worth of writings that have been collected. There is so much knowledge, so many documents. It will take a lifetime, maybe more, to read, analyze and understand the words in the documents. There are so many languages, so many thoughts, and so much wisdom. But now, we must move it all to a safe place where future scholars and philosophers can recover the knowledge and begin again.”

  Sogui began t
o talk about details of her life as Hypatia, some of which were revealing but others that were confusing. Shali asked Clay, “She seems to be jumping back and forth between past and present tense. What is all of this flipping back and forth?”

  “I don’t know. We haven’t seen much of this behavior before.”

  “It sounds like they haven’t moved the secrets yet, and according to history she doesn’t have much longer to live in this life. We have a better chance finding the location of the secrets in the LBL, so we should move on,” Shali said. “I suspect only the guide can tell us where to find the writings.”

  Clay turned back to Sogui. “Go, now, to the last moments of this life. Tell me what you see and what you experience at the end of this life.”

  Sogui said in a matter-of-fact tone, “I am on my way home from the school; it is late. We had a council meeting tonight to discuss the first move of the documents from the library, and now I am on the back of my chariot. It is a cool and clear evening with beautiful and crisp air. The smell of kitchen fire is in the air tonight. Someone is baking bread.” She took a deep, slow breath and smiled. “My driver is always so careful. It is a nice ride home tonight. We turn the corner of the street to my house. What is this? Who are all these people? Why are they outside of my house?” Sogui’s voice suddenly rises to a higher pitch and volume. “Wait! They see me and are coming this way with their torches, running and yelling. They hide their faces in shrouds and robes. They are coming at me. My driver is trying to turn the chariot. Please, hurry! Turn! Go quickly. They are running at us. Go quickly.”

  Sogui began to wrench her head from side to side as the regression was obviously putting her under stress. She continued yelling in an increasingly terrified voice, begging her chariot driver to get away from the fast approaching mob.

  “Oh my God, Clay!” Shali shouted over Sogui’s cries. She quickly looked up from the laptop. “Clay, they are going to kill her. A mob butchered her alive. She is in first person and reliving this. You need to bring her up! Get her out of there.”

  “Yeah, I know, but we’ve never had a problem. She’ll be alright. There’s been a debate about Hypatia’s death for a thousand years. Every movie and book made about her gives it a different twist. Let’s get the real scoop.”