Through the Third Eye; Book 1 of Third Eye Trilogy

by Bob Frank

  Shali shook her head as if clearing her ears. “You called her Mary instead of Maria. Why? And what do you mean when you said no one could know last time? When was the last time? Do you mean in a previous life?”

  There was no response from Sogui. Clay looked at Shali with as much of a puzzled look as Shali was giving him.

  Shali asked again, “Why did you call her Mary? When was the last time you could not tell anyone about your child with Mary?”

  No response.

  Shali looked at Clay, put three fingers in the air, and then touched her forefinger to her forehead. Clay shot a three-second micro-pulse shock to the Third Eye.

  Sogui’s head pushed back into the pillow, as if trying to get away from the stimulus. Sogui slowly started to talk in the guide’s lower, definitive tone. “When they were together before, in another life, she was Mary. She likes that name. They could not tell anyone that they were married. They could not tell anyone that they had a child. They had to hide Mary and the child. They would be killed if the others knew. They killed her husband, and they would also kill Mary and the child.”

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  Clay pulled Shali off to the side to chat. “Shali, we’ll get back to this other Mary in a bit, but I suspect this Maria may be a missing link to our secrets. Maria came from a prominent family in Alexandria, and we now know that she went back to Alexandria after Mohammad’s death. If she was a strong-willed person like Hypatia, she may have become involved with the organization that has been hiding the secret writings. She lived a couple hundred years after Hypatia.”

  “I see what you mean. Where do you think I should take this?”

  “First, try to get the location of the hidden writings from the guide again. Then try to find the location of the person who might be living with Maria’s soul today, if she is living right now.”

  “Will do.” Shali turned back Sogui. “Do you know where another set of writings containing the great knowledge is located now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where are these writings?”

  The response from the guide was abrupt and terse. “This I have told you already.”

  Clay and Shali looked at each other with mutual astonishment. Neither one remembered any description of a location of hidden writings. Clay made a circular motion with his hand for Shali to try again.

  “Tell me again where they are located.”

  The guide’s response was even more terse: “Have already told you.”

  Clay leaned close to Shali and whispered, “What a bitchy guide. Let’s move on. Maybe we can try again later. If she said she told us, then she probably did. We’ll get if from the tapes. Let’s try for Maria’s current incarnation, and then go dig in for more details on her and her husband in a previous life. These two are definitely soul mates.”

  Shali turned back to Sogui. “This Maria, who was the wife of Mohammad, or Al-Amin, is she living a life at the present time?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where can we find this soul today? What is the name of the person, and where do they live?”

  “I have told this to you already.”

  Again, Shali and Clay looked at each other with stupefied stares.

  Clay fired a quip to Shali, “What the hell. Did I sleep through part of this session or what?”

  Sogui lay quietly with a big smirk on her face. Clay glared at her and stuck his tongue out at her.

  Shali almost laughed out loud at Clay’s frustration and then asked him, “When was the other gap in her timeline?”

  Clay responded, “Give me a few seconds.” He clicked through his laptop files, looking for the gap in this soul’s timeline. Finally, he turned back to Shali and said, “The last life we got from Sogui’s soul, before the other gap, was the dual incarnation of Buddha and Confucius. They both died before 475 BC. The next life we got was — Ammonius Saccas, born about 175 AD. So try 450 BC to 150 AD as the target period. We found no lives for this soul during that time. I’ll bet that is when this soul was married to the Mary, Maria’s earlier incarnation.”

  Shali turned to Sogui. “The soul of this body lived a life, or lives, between 450 BC and 150 AD. One life during that period was a man. He was prominent in society and was married to a woman named Mary. Was there a life for this soul at that time?”

  “Yes.”

  “Describe the life.”

  Mimicking Shali’s supposition, Sogui’s guide replied “This life was prominent in society and he was married to a woman named Mary.”

  Clay shook his head and mumbled three enunciated words: “Smart-assed guide.” He whispered to Shali, “She needs to go back to guide-school.” Out of spite, Clay pressed the button to send a short micro-pulse shot to the Third Eye.

  Sogui’s head pressed back in the chair, and the guide shouted, “Stop!” Clay reared back as if he had just been slapped for pinching a woman’s buttocks.

  Shali gave him a look of impatience, as a mother would to a misbehaving twelve-year-old boy. She said to Sogui, “During what years did this life live?”

  “From 1 BC — to — 36 AD.”

  Absolute silence fell over the room.

  Clay and Shali looked at each other with disbelief.

  “H-holy Christ, Shali,” Clay stuttered. “I mean, really — Holy Christ!

  It’s Jesus Christ, for Christ’s sake. But wait, I don’t get this. Mary was supposed to be a virgin, and she was his mother, not his wife. Is this another Oedipus-complex like his later incarnation with Khadijah?”

  “No, no, it’s not his mother Mary. It’s got to be Mary Magdalene, the supposed prostitute he used to hang out with. Come on, Clay, you know: Da Vinci Code and the holy-grail stuff. She was his wife, not his whore.”

  “So Mary Magdalene really was his wife, and they had a kid. Whoa! What a paradigm shift. Jesus and Mary had to hide both their marriage and their child, just like their dual incarnations six hundred years later as Mohammad and Maria.” Clay chuckled. “It’s like the movie Groundhog Day, huh; keep living it again and again?”

  “Clay, cut the jokes, please,” Shali snapped. “We’re at a touchy point, here.”

  They sat in silence, looking intensely at each other and wondering what to do next.

  Clay spoke first: “Nobody is going to believe this, not in the least. This almost pales the secret writings that we are after. Even listening to the taped session recordings, nobody is going to believe us.”

  “I know what you mean. So, where do we go from here, José?”

  Clay breathed out a long exhalation of air. “First, validate the identity just to make sure it really is Jesus. If it is, get her to talk about real life events of Jesus. There are a lot of myths and legends in the Christian Bible; it would be good to validate or refute some of them. Sogui must be getting tired, so we need to plow through this last regression and then stop for today. We’ll let her rest tomorrow while we review the tapes to see if we can decipher the location of the writings. If we can’t figure it out, on the next round we’ll try again to get the guide to give us more details.”

  Shali smiled. “Can you imagine all the details Sogui is going to remember about her lives as Jesus and Mohammad over the next six months? I can’t wait for that. I think I am going to spend some time in San Blas for the next few months. This is gonna be good.”

  Shali continued the regression protocol scripts with the guide of Jesus’ soul. The guide’s descriptions confirmed many of the embellished historical events in the Bible, but with blunt twists of reality. For forty minutes, they reviewed the life of Jesus from a boy to a grown man. Both Shali and Clay noticed that the regression continued to toggle between the soul reliving the life and the guide.

  Closing in on the end of the session for the day and wishing to avoid the crucifixion, Shali commanded, “You will move past the death of this life. You will not experience the death of this life; you will not view this death. Is that clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me about the
wife and child of Jesus.”

  The guide replied in a serious, monotone voice, “They were married in secret because this life was threatened by many. They produced a female child, who was secluded with family in a far section of the city. The wife, Mary, lived with the family and child; the husband secretly visited as much as possible. After the death of this Jesus, the child was raised by the mother’s sister, Martha, who became known as her mother and who raised her in the family castle on the shores of Galilee. Mary’s brother, Lazarus, became a powerful military leader and ensured that both Mary, the daughter, and Martha were safe from danger. The souls of the mother and father continued to protect and guide the child, and her children, and their children.”

  Clay whispered to Shali, “It sounds like they became guardian angels to the family bloodlines on earth at least for a couple of generations.”

  “This must be why there was such a big gap in time after Jesus’s life. The soul was busy being a guide to generations of descendants.”

  Suddenly, Sogui screamed and slammed her head back into the chair.

  “Ahh. They’re beating me! The thorns — ahh, the pain — cutting my head! They are pushing it into my head — I cannot see! Blood in my eyes — it burns! Stop, please stop!”

  “Shali, get her the hell out of there!” Clay yelled over the screams. “We lost the guide. Sogui’s soul is back in the life. She’s reliving the life, and they’re going to crucify him. Get her out. Wake her up — bring her out, now!”

  Shali jumped up from her chair and started shaking Sogui. Sogui was jerking back and forth in the chair, still screaming with agony. “Sogui, you will come out of this life, now! Get out of the life and go to a peaceful place. Sogui, you will now wake up and come back to this present life. You will leave the life of Jesus now. Leave it now, and wake up to the present. On the count of three, you will wake up. Three — two — one. Wake up, now!”

  “Aahh! The Romans — they are nailing my hand to the beam!”

  She began screaming again, and her left arm jerked out straight with each scream. Her hand, crippled from twenty years of rheumatoid arthritis, slammed hard against the table next to the regression chair repeatedly, and became contorted and deformed, almost unrecognizable. Each scream for each pound of the spike through her hand caused her entire body to convulse in blood-curdling pain. Her body violently jerked to the right, and the screams of pain as she felt her right hand being nailed echoed through the island house and across half of the island.

  Shali pulled the headset and goggles off Sogui’s head. Together, she and Clay pulled Sogui up and forward in her chair. Clay threw water on her face, and Shali slapped her cheeks and forearms. But they could not wake her up, and by this point Sogui was drooling, as if in a drunken stupor — the stupor of unbearable pain that came from reliving a Roman crucifixion of two thousand years earlier. Her already contorted legs convulsed uncontrollably as the spikes were pounded through her feet.

  “Ahh! Ahh — ahh — ”

  The screams from her hoarse and strained vocal chords became guttural. Sogui’s eyes rolled back in her head.

  By then half a dozen people had run into the room, including the nurse from the island medical center. They gathered around Sogui.

  Sogui reared back and blared out in a loud, deep painful voice. “Father Joseph, care for my child, for she shall be without father. Father, forgive me, for I know not what I do. My Mary was right. Why did I do this?”

  Sogui’s body became limp, and she slumped down in the chair. Her eyelids opened, but her eyes only stared dully and her head drooped to the side. She breathed in a last deep breath and sighed out a long low moan with a slight smile of relief and contentment on her otherwise blank face.

  Realizing the dire situation, the nurse aggressively pushed Clay aside and immediately began CPR: pump, two, three, four, five, six — breath, breath; pump, two, three, four, five, six — breath, breath. No luck. She checked Sogui’s pulse: nothing. The nurse opened Sogui’s shirt front and flipped open the case of a portable defibrillator. She pressed the on and charge buttons and lubricated the shock paddles. There was a long beep.

  “Soporte Claro! Stand Clear!”

  Whomp!

  Nothing.

  “Claro!”

  Whomp!

  The nurse continued CPR and then reached into the medical case, rapidly loaded a syringe, and injected a needle of adrenaline directly to Sogui’s heart. She followed this with another hit from the defibrillator: still nothing. She continued CPR for another ten minutes, but to no avail. By now, nearly forty Kunas were standing outside of Sogui’s house. Shali was crying uncontrollably in Clay’s arms, and Clay’s eyes were swollen with the burden of more guilt.

  The nurse stepped back from Sogui’s now calm and outstretched body. She took a clean sheet from the nearby cabinet and carefully spread it over Sogui’s body, and then she looked up at the quiet, mournful crowd gathered at the door. “Ella puede ahora reclinarse. She can now rest. Her life has been difficult; it is now time for our Sogui to move forward. She now goes to the Mother Kuna God and to the Father Kuna God to continue the cosmic cycle.”

  The regional medical officer came to Nargana by boat that night to confirm the death of Sogui. The village Sahila, the island elders, and Sogui’s family made all the arrangements for her passing ceremony, burial and memorials. At the insistence of the Sahila and the island elders, Clay and Shali stayed on the island for five more days.

  On their last day on the island, they met the Sahila for afternoon coffee.

  Regretfully, Clay said, “Senor, I cannot express how badly we feel about Sogui’s passing. We feel that we are responsible for the stress that caused Sogui to pass.”

  The Sahila smiled, shook his head, and waved his hand in non-acceptance. “This is not your fault. Please understand that we have all seen the difficult life Sogui has lived. I was ten years old when she was born. I saw her entire life of pain from diseases and misfortunes. She seldom experienced the simple pleasures of other people.” He paused to take a sip of his coffee. “When our Sogui came back from Panama City six months ago, she was so happy. We all watched her spend the sunsets on the beach, contemplating, meditating. She talked to the Mother and Father God, and they revealed things to her that we do not understand. But we all know she saw more happiness in the last six months than she did in her entire life. She was free of pain in her mind. She was at peace. No, you did not cause this death; you gave her new life. You were the reason for this happiness. And for that, Sogui and all Kuna thank you.”

  Clay and Shali blushed with astonishment and gratitude for being relieved of the emotional burden of Sogui’s death. They nodded acknowledgment with smiles and nods.

  The Sahila closed by saying, “You are most welcome on our island anytime. You are welcome to stay with my family.” He grinned and added, “But of course, it would be appreciated if you would PLR 73 me. I believe that is what Sogui called it? I would like to reach my happiness before I am too old to do so in this life.”

  Clay and Shali looked at each other and smiled. Shali replied, “When we come back to visit, we will certainly do that for you. It is the least we could do to thank your people for this kindness and understanding.”

  The next day, they packed all of the regression equipment and took motorized canoes back to the airfield on Ustupo Yantupo island for the short flight to Panama City.

  “The Path that leadeth on is lighted by one fire - the light of daring burning in the heart. The more one dares, the more he shall obtain.”

  Helena Petrova Blavatsky

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  Panama City, Panama

  Clay and Shali met for dinner that night at a restaurant on Calle 50 in the city. Clay lifted a glass of deep red Chilean wine and said, “In celebration of the end of one soul’s life on this earth; may she reflect and return again soon. Salud.”

  “Cheers, Sogui, until we meet again.”

  After several minutes of silence, Clay
said, “So we’re going to stay in town for a few days to review the tapes from Sogui’s regression session?”

  “Yeah. We can transcribe the recordings into English after we get back to our hideaway in San Diego. But I want to review the original Spanish recordings before we leave. The guide said the location of the secrets had been revealed earlier in the session. I would like to get those details before we leave.”

  Clay nodded. “In the morning, let’s set up the equipment to playback and duplicate the recordings. I’d like to make another copy since we can never regress Sogui again.”

  “Do you think the location of the writings might be encoded like the writings themselves, or do you think we just missed the clues altogether?”

  Clay scratched his head. “It’s possible it is encoded. If it is encoded in words, maybe we can get enough information from the other seven books to decipher it.”

  “Remember, the guide said that the soul of Mary Magdalene and Maria the Copt is living a life today. He said that was revealed, also.”

  Clay excitedly said, “Yeah. We have to try and find her incarnation.” He paused, took a drink of his wine. “You know, her guide was a real pain, but maybe that’s part of their job as a guide. They want the souls to figure out their own path, so they make it like a game. If a guide provides all of the answers, a soul can’t learn. Souls can only learn while living a life.”

  “Yes, but if the prophecy said we are to reveal the secrets now, then much of the pain of life goes away.”

  After a brief pause, Clay’s look turned to inquisitiveness. “Does that mean the end of the world is coming, at least as we know it? Is that why it is time to reveal these secrets at last?”