by Bob Frank
Shali picked up on the facetious nature of his comment and smiled. “It can’t come to an end, now, Mr. Dudley. The secrets were blown up in Washington.”
Clay smiled. “Maybe we should stop looking for the secrets. Then the giant meteor might miss the earth.”
They laughed together, finished dessert and retired to the hotel.
* * * ~~~ * * *
The next morning they met and set up the regression equipment in their suite.
Clay commented, “This is weird. Just days ago we were sitting on a tropical paradise island, talking with the soul of Mohammad and Jesus, the idols of Islam and Christianity, while sitting under the only flag in the world with a swastika, the symbol for the extermination of the Jews —.”
Shali continued his thought, “— the writings hidden by the Buddhists and me being a Hindu.”
Clay finished, “And now we are following predictions by ancient Turkish prophets that tell us the world is coming to an end. Is there anybody we left out?”
The two of them laughed together as they finished setting up the equipment. They sat down next to the computer and the recording playback started.
“This is Clay Barton. It is 8:17 a.m. on Nargana Island, San Blas, Panama on the nineteenth of September. This is the fourth in a sequence of past-life regression sessions on Sogui Iglesias, subject RB2837-JK3152; soul ID number DF73-7221. I am assisted by Shali Faisal. She will be performing the regression using PLR Protocol 73. The objective is to regress the subject in attempt to locate one or more sets of hidden secret writings. We are also attempting to identify any lives not previously identified for this soul during earlier regressions. The regression will attempt to focus on dialogue with the guide of this soul and avoid flashback experiences due to a difficult and traumatic flashback experience in the previous regression session.”
The recording continued for ten minutes of hypnosis and regression scripts by Shali. Afterwards, the guide came out almost immediately.
Shali’s recorded voice said, “You previously gave us the location of a large collection of secret hidden writings in Tibet. Do you know that these writings were destroyed?”
“Pity.”
“Do you know who planted the bombs that destroyed those writings?”
“Those who are threatened by the truth.”
“Who are these people who are threatened by the truth?”
“Those who do not wish for the truth to be known. If it was not them who actually destroyed the writings, it would be another.”
“We are searching for another set of secret writings that are also hidden, like the first set. Can you tell us where a set is located and who is hiding it?”
“Which set?”
“Any set. Who has each set? And where are the hidden sets of writings kept? Who are the keepers of the sets?”
“One is kept by those who do not want the truth to be known. The other is kept by those who are afraid to let the truth be known.”
As if someone had flicked a switch, the recording suddenly jumped to a humming monotone hissing sound.
s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s
The two looked at each other in mutual confusion. Clay immediately looked at the gauges and the laptop screen. He tapped the speakers, thinking that was the problem. But the voice playback scale on the laptop screen had flat-lined. He clicked on the backward arrow to look at the playback scale from the start of the recording. There were jagged bars showing strong voice signals until the moment the guide began to go into detail. The hissing continued.
Clay looked frantic. He shook the speakers and then the laptop. He checked all around the laptop, picked it up and shook it, and then he checked all the wires and cables again. He tapped the case of the laptop, the tapping turned to knocking, the knocking turned to pounding.
Shali reached over, grabbed his forearm and shook it hard. “Clay. Stop. Look at the recording signal. It’s not there. Don’t hit the damn machine or you might damage everything on the hard drive. Just spin through the recording and see if the signal comes back.”
He hesitated with a near-blank stare. Shali gently pushed him aside and moved in to take over the laptop. She clicked the playback button to four-times speed, and then eight-times speed. Five minutes passed, but still there was only a hiss.
They checked periodically, but heard only the hissing sound.
Finally after hours of hissing, a squeaking chipmunk-like dialogue started again. Shali slowed the speed to normal and rewound the recording to where the jagged lines first appeared on the laptop screen. They recognized Sogui’s Spanish immediately.
“Ah! 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 out of there. 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.”
They could hear background shuffling noises, and then a chair tipping over, followed by thumping, rustling, splashing water and mumbled dialogue.
“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 Roman soldiers — they are nailing my hand to the beam!
Ahh — ahh — ahh —
The painful memory was mixed with muffled sounds of the rescue activities in the room. By then, both of them were in tears again. Clay reached over to the laptop and clicked the stop button.
Silence permeated the room. Neither of them moved. Clay regained his composure first. He moved the laptop recording back along the playback link. There was more than three hours of flat-line hissing from the time the guide entered the dialogue until Sogui’s soul came back into the regression during the crucifixion.
Shali asked, “Are you sure you grounded the shielding cables?”
“Yes. Exactly as I have for all these years, exactly to the specifications of the PLR protocol. The meters and gauges all verified that everything was connected properly and that the recording was working fine all through the session. I watched the audio meters jumping around throughout the whole regression. It should have recorded; it should have been fine.” He hesitated. “Obviously this guide was more powerful than anything anticipated by the protocols.”
“But the recordings worked on the first three regressions with Sogui.”
“And the recordings worked on this regression, until the guide did not want us to know any more. This one was too powerful and obviously playing a game with us.” Looking up in the air, Clay shouted toward the ceiling: “Yeah, you say you gave us the location of both the writings and of Maria’s soul — and then you wipe it all out.”
Shali reached over to Clay and rubbed his forearm to comfort him. “It is what it is. Chill out. There’s nothing we can do about this. Any ideas on what to do next?”
Clay looked at Shali with a sense of gratitude and then said, “I don’t know. But we are not done. If this world is subject to its own destiny, and if it is going to end soon, I’m going to do my part and make life easier for every soul at the end. No disease, no pain, no strife, unlimited energy, perfect health and easy life for all. Let’s go back to San Diego. We’ve got a lot of work to do. We can start by finding the bastards who are trying to kill us. I am taking control of my destiny, on my terms. No damn Turkish oracle is going to dictate what happens to my life.”
Shali cut him off. “We’ll go back to San Diego and get moving but only after I take you down.”
Clay’s head pulled back in surprise. His face glowed with a smile like a boy entering an amusement park, thinking that Shali was ready to break their platonic relationship. She quickly recognized his misinterpretation.
Clay sat quietly contemplating her request. He then slowly responded, “But stay out of my lives, past or future, alright? Just shoot for Sogui. And use PLR 73. I want to know everything you poke at in my soul.”
Without another word, Shali began setting up the rest of the equipment for her regression of Clay. Clay silently stood watching her for several minutes, contemplating if this was a smart move or not. He finally joined her in setting up the session.
She glanced at him, careful not to catch his eye. “I’ll bet you will be the easiest regression I’ve done.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just get to the guide and probe for Sogui’s soul. This is unorthodox for the protocols and I’ve never done it. Her having just died is going to influence the results, if it is even possible to make a connection to her soul.”
“We’ll see.” She pulled the cables off of the lounge chair and said, “Come on. Jump in the chair; your magic carpet ride awaits you.”
Clay slowly sat down and lay back in the chair, looking at her with a cautious air of suspicion. Shali hooked him up to the regression equipment and tested the volumes and pulse strength. She moved back to the console, started the recordings and launched into the regression without any hesitation.
“This is Shali Faisal conducting a past life regression of Clay Barton in Panama City, Panama — ”
Shali described the session objectives for the recording. She then turned to Clay and quickly walked him through the opening hypnosis scripts of the PLR 73 protocol. She took him directly to the Akashic records library. As Shali suspected, Clay’s guide came forth immediately and engaged with her in open dialogue. Shali noted the slow monotone voice of the guide, which was quite different than Clay’s normal style.
“Would you allow this soul to view the Akashic records of another soul who recently left the body of a Sogui Iglesius? This person lived in a place called San Blas in Panama.”
She waited five seconds, but after no response she continued. “We have been told that we must reveal special knowledge to all those souls living now. The knowledge has been hidden for thousands of years. This knowledge is to enlighten the people and to make their present lives easier, and without pain or suffering. The soul we seek has information we need to find the special knowledge. This soul lived many prominent lives including one called Jesus Christ, who was killed by others and became a popular martyr. Do you know the soul of which I speak?” She pressed the micro-pulse to the Third Eye. Clay’s head pushed back into the chair.
“Yes.” responded Clay.
“Will you allow us to view that soul’s Akashic records?”
After a moment of hesitation Shali got another response, but in a different voice but with a tone in alignment with Clay’s personality. “Yes, this is possible.”
Shali smiled. “Am I speaking with the soul of this Clay Barton?”
“Yes.”
“Is your guide still with you?”
“Yes.”
Shali instructed Clay, “Did you find the records of the soul that I seek?”
“Yes.”
“Please open the Akashic record book and tell me what you see.”
There was a slight pause until the voice of Clay’s soul replied, “There are so many wonderful lives of this person; so productive. This soul is strong and has much experience.”
“Can you connect directly with this soul?” She hesitated for several seconds then repeated, “Can you connect directly with this soul?” She pressed the micro-pulse button for a short shot to the Third Eye.
Clay slowly responded in almost a drawl, “Yes.”
“Describe what you see and what this soul says to you.”
“This soul just floated out of the pages of the Akashic records and grows to meet me. It glows in deep, deep purple color; beautiful purple light is all around — all around this soul’s image. This soul comes to me. There are many others here, also.”
“Does this soul say anything?”
“This soul is grateful to me for helping while in the last life lived as this Sogui.”
“Ask this soul for the location of a set of the secret writings; the writings that we have been searching for.”
Clay pushed his head back and then turned to the side as if looking around.
“This soul pointed to the record book. There is a picture, a scene in the book. The scene is alive. It is a large storage room, but strong like a vault, a huge vault. This is just a small part of a large — a large — almost a cave. No, just a large stone storage area. The picture is changing, zooming out, out, into a large open square with statues. No, a large obelisk, like in Egypt. This must be Egypt. Zooming out again. A city, large city. This must be Alexandria, but — but — zooming out more. The Coliseum. This is Rome. This is — the Vatican. A collection of writings you seek is kept in the Vatican.”
Shali sat back and grabbed her forehead in utter shock. She sat in silence, finally muttering quietly to herself, “That’s a lost cause. The Catholics will never reveal this. There’s got to be another copy.” She leaned forward and asked Clay’s soul, “Is there another hidden set of the writings, and if so, where is it located?”
“She says there is another set but that she does not know where it is located.”
“You said the word, ‘she’. Do you see a female?”
“Yes.”
“Describe this female image of the soul. Ask who this female image is.”
“She is a black woman, very tall and slender and beautiful. Even in the purple haze that shrouds her, she is majestic, proud and a leader.” There was a pause. “She said — she had lived as a Queen — of Sheba.”
A huge grin came across Shali’s face as she murmured to herself, “Good thing Clay is remembering this.” She thought for a moment, then said to Clay, “Tell her that we are also looking for her soul mate when she lived the lives of a man named Jesus Christ and a man named Mohammad. This soul’s names were Mary and Maria, while living. Ask her for the current name and location of that soul who is living a life now.”
Clay’s neck loosened and he rolled his head to one side. “She smiled, but then she turned and walked away. She floated back into the scene in the Akashic record book. She is now walking away in the scene. The picture has changed. She is walking along a beach, a beautiful white beach. It is San Blas, not Nargana, but in San Blas.”
Shali asked anxiously, “Ask her to come back, please.”
“She will not come back.”
“Ask her again, please.”
“She was just joined by a man. They are walking on the beach together, holding hands.”
“Who is the man?”
“He is well dressed. Regal. He has a beard — and a crown. He must be some kind of royalty.”
Shali raised her eyebrows as her eyes opened wide, then she sat back in her chair. A blank stare slid across her face as she quietly said to herself, “King Solomon. She missed him.”
Turning back to Clay she asked, “What are they doing now?”
“They continue walking away, down the beach. Now, they stopped and looked back. They smiled at me. They turned away again and are walking away down the beach. The Queen looked back again. No, it is not the Queen. She is not a black woman, she is an old woman. It is the face of — Sogui.”
“Did she say anything?”
A huge smile grew across Clay’s face. “No. She only winked at me. The scene is gone and the book of this soul has closed.”
Clay shook his head and moved around in the chair. He pulled off the goggles and headphones and dropped them on the floor as he came out of the hypnotic trance. His eyes met Shali in a mutual look of both disappointment and satisfaction.
* * * ~ ~ END BOOK 1~ ~ * * *
Book 2 – The Eye’s Revelatio
n
The Eye's Revelation carries on the suspense, action and thought-provoking nature of Book 1, Through the Third Eye. Shali and Clay find themselves traveling the globe from Papua, New Guinea to Kathmandu, as both the hunter and the hunted. They never could have predicted the paths they would take as they close in on secrets of their quest. The unknown entity trying to stop them is revealed while their closest partner shows a side they had never anticipated. It's difficult to tell the good guys from the bad. The revelations of the Third Eye may force them to renege on their honor.
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Book 3: Mirror of the Eye
Mirror of the Eye concludes the Third Eye Trilogy with continued switchbacks, turns and action all the way to the end.
A twist leads Clay and Shali in a totally different direction with the regression protocols. Gaining experience from the past, they discover new ways to combat the Illuminati-like organization that has been trying to destroy them and their work for years.
The dichotomy of their quest not only counters their nemesis, it reveals a future that could have only been forecasted by the most powerful and wisest of oracles.
Who really is the enemy? Is it them or us?
Is it those in power or those in control?
Is it fate? What really is the "big picture"?
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Book 3: Mirror of the Eye – Amatory Edition
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