Through the Third Eye; Book 1 of Third Eye Trilogy

by Bob Frank

  There was a lull as all three contemplated the intense discussion. Clay slowly picked his next words. “But today, isn’t the world more flexible? I mean, doesn’t the open nature of technology and the Internet give us the chance to get the messages across? Can’t we bypass the religious, cultural or philosophical roadblocks?”

  “Yes, that is possible, but people are not so gullible that they will accept everything they see on YouTube. People must have validation if they are to turn away from beliefs they have followed since the first Axial Age. That’s thousands of years of brainwashing to overcome.”

  Shali asked, “But can’t technology help overcome this?”

  “On the contrary, all of this technology and rapid information actually distracts people from self-realization. Even the pure technology in the writings have a foundation in self-realization. People cannot accept the truth as it is conveyed to them without personal validation. They can only do that if they have ample personal time, motivation and tools. If Buddha or Confucius had been hooked on Tetris, do you think they ever could have come to the great realizations that they did? No way! They had to reach a state of self-realization in order to see the truth inside their souls. Everyone carries the truth inside, but they have to access it, and that can’t be done with technology.”

  There was a long pause as Clay looked at Shali with a mischievous grin. “Or,” he said, “could it be accessed inside through technology? Like our PLR technology?”

  Pema hesitated, looking intensely at Clay and then at Shali, perhaps sensing the question was rhetorical. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Time for lunch,” she said quietly.

  Chapter 24

  Clay started the afternoon session, “You said Sanskrit was an Indo- Aryan language. I’ve read what that means technically — like a noble language and such — but you also made the connection to the German philosophers, Jaspers and Heidegger.” Clay paused and then continued in a more deliberate tone: “You know the evil connotation the word Aryan carries because of the Nazis. Is there also a connection to the writings? And if so, what is it?”

  Pema slowly scratched her chin. She clicked her tongue, contemplating her next words. She looked at Shali, who was now wide-eyed and waiting for a response. Shali understood what Clay was doing to Pema and thought he was a bit conniving for doing it.

  Pema said, “That term, Aryan, was used all through the second Axial Age, mostly by the Europeans in the eighteen hundreds and on through World War II. It became distorted in meaning by the Germans and by the Nazis in particular. It was taken completely out of context and horrendously misused during Hitler’s reign of terror. The Nazis supposedly — and I say supposedly — leveraged the written works of Helen Blavatsky to build their case for Jewish extermination.”

  Clay quickly glanced at Shali, who knew exactly what he was thinking. Pema caught the glance and hesitated but then continued. “Blavatsky talked about Aryans in her writings, but it was certainly not her central focus. She founded the Theosophical Society out of New York, not Nazi Germany. Besides, I think she might have died even before Hitler was born. The Theosophical Society is an interesting organization and still exists today. Blavatsky’s best known written work is called The Secret Doctrine. However, it seems to be encoded with cryptic analogies and is very difficult to understand. Are you familiar with her?”

  Clay and Shali again looked at each other, thinking of their last regression with Sogui in Panama where they conversed with the soul of Blavatsky. Clay took a deep breath and let the air out slowly before answering Pema. “Yes, we know her. I agree: her books are not exactly easy reading. I believe she was not well understood and that many people misread her writings and did not understand her positions or beliefs. After she died in India, there were even efforts to totally discredit her postmortem. From what we — ”

  Pema cut him off. “Clay, you said you know her. What do you mean by that? Did you regress her?”

  Clay glanced at Shali, as if she might get him out of a touchy situation. Shali spoke up, “Well, technically, we did not regress her. She died a hundred years ago.”

  “But, you found her incarnation, didn’t you? You regressed that next incarnation?” Pema queried in rapid fire. “Am I right? You found Blavatsky and you talked to her soul?”

  Shali glanced back to Clay as if to pass the baton back to him. The two of them looked like kids who had just been caught stealing apples from a neighbor’s tree.

  “Yes and no,” he responded. “We did find her next incarnation and got lots of information from her soul — or his soul, or whatever sex a soul is.” Clay was almost stuttering.

  Pema’s voice rose in excitement. “That’s how you got to us, isn’t it? Her soul is connected back to the first Axial Age, or some previous custodian, or maybe even one of the authors or protectorates, yes?”

  Clay took an obvious big, slow breath. He tapped his fingers on the table, revealing his evasiveness and attempt to stall. “Yes, we now suspect that Blavatsky’s soul was likely an author of some of the writings in the caves, probably from the first Axial Age over two thousand years ago. But we won’t know until we are able to correlate our database with the one you were planning to build from the writings; the database we now need to build.”

  Pema’s eyes sharpened. “What other lives did this soul live? And who or what soul led you to us? Was it the same soul?”

  Clay responded with more confidence. “Your first question is answered in our SRD database in detail. Someday we’ll sit with you and go through it. Yes, her soul got us to you, but we’re not sure which life was the key to finding you. We suspect one of the more recent lives knew where it was hidden in Tibet — perhaps the one before Blavatsky. We focused on her prominent lives and did dig into all of her previous lives. Fortunately, the soul’s guide opened up to us. We didn’t have to dig it out of regressions to individual lives. But since we got the location from the guiding soul and not the soul itself, it could have been another soul in the pod who knew how to find you. We found several very prominent souls connected in one pod. Many of their incarnations were quite notable people.”

  Pema shot another targeted question, “What lives, Clay? What other lives did you find in this soul?”

  Clay looked up in the air as if remembering the names. “You already mentioned many of them.” Clay took a deep breath and looked directly at Pema. “Abraham, Zoroaster, Moses, the Queen of Sheba, Confucius, Buddha, Plato, Ammonius, Hypatia — ” Clay let the last name trail off.

  Pema sat back in her chair. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth opened slightly.

  Seeing the shock, Clay said, “Don’t worry, we’ve got time to fill you in before you leave for Asia.”

  Pema stammered, “I mean, did you — how did you — ?”

  Clay smiled. “They’ve got some great stories to tell along with their pod mates. These three souls were a lot of fun.”

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  The next morning, they started again. Pema took the lead. “I must leave in a few days, but we have a lot of ground to cover. I plan to come back to Washington after your grand opening, but before the real work begins on the transliteration and translation. In the meantime, you will learn a great deal from our three friends.”

  “Well, Professor,” Clay said humbly, “let’s get started.”

  “You’ve been bugging me about what is in the writings, so it is time I gave you some high-level concepts of the content. But I am not going to give you a lot of detail. You will have to learn that yourself. It cannot be taught; it must be learned, and that could take years.”

  Slight frowns grew on both Clay and Shali’s faces. Pema had expected that reaction, so she kept going without acknowledgement. “First, you will find there is a specific viewpoint or philosophy of life in the physical world as we know it. This physical world is such a very tiny piece of the real world; the one percent, as those in Kabbalah say. You will also learn about the world of our souls between our earthly lives; the sour
ce of all energy in the universe — or the Kabb’rs’ ninety-nine percent — their ‘light’. But I suspect you already know about this ninety-nine percent through your regressions. Actually you may know more about this than I do. When you have your chats with souls on the other side using your secret protocols, you have more insight into this than could ever be taught. I think you’ve got this one nailed.”

  Shali and Clay looked at each other and nodded.

  Pema continued, “Our custodians know much more than I do on this first topic. It will be interesting to see how their knowledge correlates to what you have grown to know with your regressions. You use your protocols to talk with souls and their guides; they use deep meditation to do the same thing.” Pema smiled with the corner of her mouth as she threw a tease at Clay. “But our friends don’t cheat using CIA spy machines.”

  Pema hesitated for a moment, and then her face grew stern again. “Next topic: time. Wouldn’t you like to know about time? What it is? What it is not? Do you want proof of what it really is? After studying the writings with our three friends, you will begin to understand. After that is science. Much of the knowledge in these writings focuses on the reality and mathematics of energy, but not exactly as we know it. The knowledge you will learn is how energy relates to the universe. Would it not be a good thing if all energy was free for the taking?”

  Clay jumped in before she could continue: “Are you saying there is information on how to get free energy in these writings? Like those zero-point energy theories of tapping unlimited free energy? Tesla-like stuff? But most of our scientists say it can’t be done; nothing is free.”

  “I don’t really understand it,” Pema coyly responded, “but the information is there. When we bring the documents down here to be digitized, you will see for yourself. Some of the books contain extensive schematics, tables, diagrams and mathematical equations.”

  Clay sat forward with an excited look again. He launched into his machine-gun interrogation mode, “I believe you when you say the books have this information, but I don’t get it. I mean, where did these ancient people get this from? They didn’t have laboratories, did they? At least, there is no substantive evidence they did. How can they jump ahead of modern technology when foundational aspects of energy technology didn’t even exist until thousands of years later? How do our custodians really know what these science writings are and what they mean? And by the way, how the hell are we going to get this information from our three Tibetan friends after you leave?”

  Pema laughed out loud. “Patience again, my friend.” She leaned forward and quietly whispered to them, “Our three robed Yodas, as you call them, they’re like little mad scientists. They hold PhD’s in science and physics from MIT, Paris, and Dusseldorf; plus they are all fluent in English. But please don’t tell anyone. Shh!”

  Shali and Clay sat back in disbelief. Their jaws fell wide open.

  Clay asked, “How could we have so completely misjudged their capabilities? How or why have we been so deceived?”

  Pema smiled. “You never asked them if they spoke English. Had you asked them a question in English, I’m sure they would have responded. When Shali spoke to them in Mandarin, they naturally only responded in Mandarin.”

  Clay looked at Shali, “Well, I guess we can’t assume anything.” Before they could react further, Pema continued with her story. “You asked how we know the secrets are real? Every once in a while, our little mad scientists built prototypes in the caves, just to test the theories in the writings. Then they would destroy their prototypes, for safety reasons. Sometimes it was quite comedic. They would have little contests. A bit like the old TV shows where little robots would try to chop each other apart. They would invite some of us to the monastery, and we would sit in a circle of chairs in the cave and watch the games. One time they were testing the anti-gravity secrets. We smuggled in some remote-control model ships, cars and boats for the test. They had these models flying around the room, running on nothing but some crystals, magnets, wires and the like. No batteries, no motors. These demonstrations simply validated why we had to continue to shelter the treasures.”

  Pema started to giggle. “There was one time when — ”

  “Pema,” Clay cut her off abruptly, not necessarily seeing the humor in the robot games. “How could you know of this and not bring this technology to the world? The world would do anything for free energy. And anti-gravity? What’s this about, anyway? Why not give this knowledge to the world?”

  Pema took a conciliatory tone: “Well, first, the Ancients forbid it. The prophecies were clear on when and how this truth should be revealed. We had to trust them. Secondly, the world was not ready for this knowledge. I’m still not sure it is, but I can’t challenge the prophets. They have been accurate so far.” Her face slowly turned to a seemingly remorseful frown, but she caught herself and snapped out of that mood.

  “Come on, give us more than that. Why would the world not be ready for this kind of knowledge or technology? Look at the oil shortages and the demand for more energy. Wouldn’t this help the world settle down and help us all live together peacefully? We wouldn’t have to selfishly compete for resources.”

  Pema tilted her head at Clay. “We have to be realistic. If everything was essentially free, do you think this would change anything fundamentally? Greed will still be here; greed for money, political power, religious power. The storyline would be different, but the plot would be the same.”

  The three of them sat quietly, looking at each other. Pema finally broke the silence. “Let’s go back to the Nazis again. It seems you understand much of their history, but let me refresh your memory. I’m going to give you some facts, and then you sort it out. You must remember the Nazis historical infatuation with Tibet, Nepal and Sanskrit. They made several expeditionary quests throughout Asia in the nineteen thirties and nineteen forties in search for the Holy Grail or other ancient treasures. They were supposedly looking for the Fountain of Youth, the occult and the truth of life. It was not exactly like the Indiana Jones movies, but yes, the Germans really were all over the Himalayas and Tibet. What do you think they were looking for? Be honest with yourself, now. You may soon learn that the Sanskrit word for “svastika” means “good to be.” That was what the Germans called the Nazi emblem. Add that to the fact that the Nazi Swastika is very similar to the Hindu symbol for “health, prosperity – and rebirth.”

  Clay glanced at Shali, “And the Kuna flag.”

  Pema asked, “What?”

  “Sorry. Never mind; I’m just thinking out loud. Go ahead. Please continue.”

  Pema went on: “You probably know of Karl Haushofer? He was Hitler’s mentor. Rudolph Hess was a student of Haushofer and introduced them. Haushofer was a renowned German general in World War I and later became the director of the Institute of Geopolitics in Munich. This institute became the foundation for Hitler’s Third Reich. After Hitler rose to power, Haushofer convinced him to create a government bureau called the Ahnenerbe, or the Study for Ancestral Heritage. Yes, the Aryan heritage. Hitler then made the Ahnenerbe an official SS protection squad and appointed the head of the Sanskrit Department of Ludwig-Maximilians University as the director. He then created the Tibet Institute, which expanded their expeditions deep into Nepal and Tibet in the early nineteen forties. Supposedly they were searching for ancient underground cities.” Pema’s voice turned facetious at this point. “Yeah, right.”

  She hesitated for a moment. Her voice was almost trembling as she continued. “They got very close. They knew what was there and they were searching for it. But fortunately they never found the caves in Tsipri. The Nechung Oracles in Lhasa, at that time, warned of these Germans. The writings would have to have been destroyed if the Nazis had found the cave. If they had found the writings, the world would be a very different place now. We would all be speaking German, I’m sure.”

  There was absolute silence.

  “Even though the writings were safe in the caves, as a precaution
, our people in Tibet made copies of many parts of the writings and had them strategically scattered around the region. The Nazis found some of these copies and tried to make use of what they found. They got close to our writings, but the war ended before they could leverage what they had discovered. Their research was confiscated by the American and Russian governments after the War. Who knows what they did with it. Well, after the war our people collected up the copies that had not been discovered and destroyed them.”

  Shali pointedly asked for clarification. “So you are saying that the Nazis were after the same writings we now have?”

  Pema grinned in relief. “Fortunately, my friends, the Nazis did not have your PLR protocols; D-Day came before they could find anything.”

  “You keep dropping these bombs,” Shali said with a bit of a smirk. “What’s next? You’ve got more big ones for us, huh?”

  “Oh, yeah, many more.”

  * * * ~~~ * * *

  Pema took a deep breath and said, “Alright, next is medical. There is advanced medical knowledge in the writings that dwarfs anything currently known in Western or Eastern medicines. To me it is more important than the information about the technological advances. These fragile bodies in which we live can be healed much more rapidly than we could comprehend, and life can be extremely prolonged. The knowledge contained in the writings shows the many ways to do this. You could say it just makes life fairer and easier. I mean, why should a young person have to suffer with juvenile diabetes, or a middle-aged person with leukemia, or an older person with Alzheimer’s? These can all be dealt with very easily. That knowledge is sitting in Copper Canyon, right now.”

  Clay gave Shali a confused look and then asked Pema, “How do you know it’s true?”

  She replied in a matter-of-fact tone, “At age twenty-seven, I was diagnosed with highly malignant uterine cancer. I had maybe six months to live. Needless to say, I am many years older now, and I am cancer free — no surgery, no chemo, no radiation. Cured in just a few days.”