The Secret of the Ancient Alchemist (4 page)

“
Shape
shifting?”

“
The mind
can alter shapes. Uri Geller could’ve bent a spoon. My Romanian
subject just did too. Human can do amazing things and have done in
the past. It’s very possible to raise the dead by reigniting brain
waves.”

Hart was vastly
intrigued. “How does it all work?”

“
There’re
special types of radio waves that come to the brain. High frequency
waves.”

“
Where in
the brain, exactly?”

“
There’s
a growth near the optic nerve called the Pineal Body, what we call
the third eye. Waves stimulate it into producing neurotransmitters,
which give the mind super powers. People can realize their dreams
and do anything. The Pineal Body is but an evolutionary relic. It’s
reduced in modern man. In ancient man, it was larger. Still, about
one percent of the population has some ability to be
telepathic.”

“
Just a
couple more questions.”

“
Sure.”

“
Can you
provide me with some details of the waves you’ve
mentioned?”

“
Well, as
I’ve said, they’re different from normal brain waves. We find them
in people who pray and meditate.”

“
Who pray
a lot and meditate?” Hart repeated.

“
Yes.”

“
You also
mentioned another dimension, Dr. Laveau. What can you tell me about
this?”

“
It was
based on the abnormally high frequencies of the radio waves
observed. I’ve never actually searched for the dimension. It’s not
my field of work. I do know of your study of a realm, so, I’ll
leave that up to you. I hope you find it. It certainly
exists.”

“
Thanks
for talking to me, Dr. Laveau.”

“
It was a
pleasure, Hart.”

Chapter 9

The sun beat
down on him as he continued walking on the campus headed to
Washington Road. He glanced at his watch. 11.25AM was just minutes
short of his appointment with Eugene Lander of the Department of
Psychology. He slowed his pace as he approached the man’s
office.

Encouraged by Laveau’s findings, Hart typed
Pineal
Bod
y into his iPhone
internet and read what appeared.

‘
The
Pineal Body develops in the foetus at forty–nine days. According to
Buddhists, it’s the same time the soul enters. It is related to
higher states of consciousness. The Pineal Body was once large but
shrunk over time.’

“
Laveau
was right,” he said. “Humans once had ability to do anything. I’m
not surprised there’re time travellers hopping around. The Pineal
Body traps high frequency radio waves according to him and I’m sure
they arise from our realm. But…but,” Hart stuttered as the
crippling reality descended, “We’ve lost the ability to be
super-conscious, haven’t we?” With a remnant of the organ, it was
unlikely to be. “Well, we can at least improve our lives,” he
conceded with less fervour.

He gazed in the
distance wondering about the soul and its purpose to consciousness.
It must have one, he reckoned, since it developed along with the
Pineal Body according to what he had just read. It long dawned on
him that no one knew what it was and all he had was his rationale
to rely on. It told him his soul was a mirror image of himself. It
was his divine self and was in a realm of light resting on a
quantum highway.

Maybe, it was
the soul that sent radio signals to its 3-dimensional self, guiding
it to perfection.

While he was
convinced of Man’s ability to achieve naturally, he was aware that
no one would acknowledge a realm was in them. It was all part of
nature’s grand design, and, as he stood, his glassy blue eyes
reflected urgency in his mission.

I must find where
, he thought, knowing that the realm needed space, space
that was incalculably great. His mind drifted to philosophers who
had spent time reconciling mind and matter.

He recalled the
French philosopher, Descartes, being obsessed with thought.
Descartes recognized that, while most were preconceived, some were
of unknown origin. He did acknowledge that mind and matter were
connected. A disturbed mind could cause physical changes in the
body.

However,
Descartes didn’t ascribe consciousness to a dimensional realm. In
fact, no one did but him. Hart was on his own trying to show that
consciousness could be afforded humans by way of an inner
realm.

From the
philosophers of the past, Hart’s mind circled around Isaac Newton
who would have known of a biblical reference to a kingdom within.
Newton was fascinated by the Bible’s stories of prophecy. He was a
seeker of truth. He would have pondered over the reference the same
way he did.

Could it be
matter in realm of light? Surely, it was waiting to grant
stuff.

His heart
throbbing with every beat of passion, Hart began to seriously
wonder if he would ever know.

“
Wise men
of the past knew much,” he said now, “Men like Aristotle. Did he
know of a realm? I wish I could’ve spoken to him. He was one hell
of a philosopher. He said matter was magical. What did you know,
Aristotle? What did you mean?” he cried out in desperation. Soon,
he cocked an ear.

“
Hey, Hart?
” the
time traveller called.

“
It’s you
again.”

“
Yes. I told you I’m here to help you. Hold on a minute,
will you? I’m looking for Aristotle. I can do that, you
know
.”

Hart waited
quite stunned. It wasn’t long before a cool breeze wafted through
the calm air. It was a sign to him. The bearded genius was
replying.

“
You’re referring to a letter I wrote to Alexander the
Great, aren’t you, Thomas?
”

“
Yes,
Aristotle. You told him matter was magical.”

“
Matter has a mind, a great mind, Thomas
.”

“
I’m glad
we agree on that.”

“
How can this world be understood?
”

“
You know
it’s my mission.”

“
Well then, how do things come into existence? Matter has
expression. Its realm form or unseen form is perfect and
infinite
.”

“
I
know.”

“
And, it can affect the human mind
.”

“
Wow! We
agree on that too.”

“
The mind can do anything. It’s up to you to show
how
.”

“
I’m
trying to, Aristotle. I’m trying to.”

“
I spent so many years at the Lyceum discussing mind and
matter. Didn’t you read my works?
”

“
Yes, of
course, but, I need to know about our realm.”

“
Science has made great strides, Thomas
.”

“
It
has.”

“
Scientists have identified the energy that gives objects
their shapes and sizes so people can see them. What’s it called
again?
”

“
The
Higgs-Boson, Aristotle.”

“
Well then, they’re on their way to proving the universe has
a realm.
”

“
That’s
going to take long, if it’s at all possible. We can only find it
theoretically, but, that’s not good enough.”

“
Well, of course not.
”

“
I need
to know if the realm exists and if it’s in us. Is there some
way?”

“
You can see a reflection of it
.”

“
Really,
Aristotle?”

“
Yes, as light.
”

“
People
see light during meditation. It’s the realm, isn’t it?”

“
Listen to me, Thomas. You need to check through ancient
texts. Unfortunately, I can’t recall which ones. My brain has gone
rusty, you know. You’ll find all there’s to know of the
realm.
”

“
I’ll
find proof in an ancient text? You’re sure?”

“
And, an explanation of the Universal Mind. Remember the
realm grants you your every wish
.”

“
I know.
Ok and thanks, Aristotle.”

“
You are most welcomed, Thomas.
”

Excited about
the ancient text, Hart started walking to the hallway that led to
Eugene Lander’s office. Lander was an expert on the mind. He was
anxious to hear what the professor had to say.

Chapter 10

As he
hurried, his phone beeped. It was a call from his friend, Jude. He
had disappointed her by not keeping their date for the theatre. He
was quite sorry about it but of late was consumed by his purpose.
Jude, it seemed, had been carried away by his complements about her
hair and dress, not that he made many. He had promised to take her
to the production of
LA Boehme
but had honestly forgotten.

“
Hey
Jude, how’re you doing? Look, I’m sorry.”

“
You
bastard! Why didn’t you at least phone to say you weren’t coming?”
Jude vented her frustration. She gave Hart an earful.

“
I’m
truly sorry, believe me.”

“
I bought
a new dress, shoes, had my hair done and I can’t believe you did
this! When I called your number, the damn thing was switched
off.”

“
I don’t
know how that happened but to be honest, I’ve got a lot on my mind
right now.”

“
I love
you, Tom, and I want to go out with you again. We had such a great
time at the movies. We saw
Noah
and you thought it was really good.”

“
It
was.”

“
Don’t
you remember you put your arms around me? I want to relive those
moments.”

Hart sighed.
“I’ll call you, ok. We’ll talk again.”

“
Tom,
wait. Let’s meet for lunch.”

“
Lunch?
Where?”

“
At
Rick’s Café. I’ll be there waiting on you.”

Hart shut his
phone.

“
What’s
the mind, Professor?” he asked, facing Eugene Lander in his office
five minutes later.

“
The mind
is the seat of consciousness, Dr. Hart.”

“
Would
you care to expand on that?”

“
The mind
generates feelings, thoughts and memory.”

“
You’re
not dealing with the senses that send messages to the brain, like
scent, and sight? I want to be clear on that,
Professor.”

“
I must
know that there’s more to consciousness than the workings of our
five senses.”

“
Forgive
me, Professor. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Lander sighed.
“That’s ok, Dr. Hart.”

Normally
confident, he felt insecure, not sure he was prepared for a man as
contentious as Hart. He knew of his study of realms, which were
indefinable to him. According to Hart, people could be guided by
one. He had written two papers in
Nature
, which he had seen.

“
Let’s
move on, please, Dr. Hart.”

“
Humans
have analytical minds, don’t we?”

“
We
assess situations and make decisions.”

“
How’s
this done?”

“
It’s
done by the generation of thought.”

Hart could
sense Lander’s irritation again. He didn’t really know why the
professor was so defensive in manner. He ignored it hoping to get
to his point.

“
Are
thoughts generated by the brain or the mind, Professor?”

“
They
operate as one. The brain’s a complex network. When we see
something, maybe a person or an incident, we form thoughts, ideas.
The mind can draw on memory too. Thoughts can also be generated
randomly.”

“
Randomly?”

“
Yes, Dr
Hart.”

“
Tell me
something.”

Lander eyed
Hart again. His shoulders moved with the tightness of his crisp,
white shirt as he leaned back and said, “Sure, what?”

“
What
process generates thoughts randomly?”

“
The mind
has latent capabilities.”

Hart adjusted
his position in his seat. He wanted to be clear about what Lander
was purporting.

“
Can this
latent capability make us creative?”

“
Yes.
Novel ideas can come from random thoughts, what we call
randomization of neuronal connections.”

“
And, can
something like meditation can draw upon random
thoughts?”

“
Of
course, Dr. Hart!”

“
But
randomization is like shuffling cards. There’s a process that
operates at a much higher level.”

“
What’s
this process?” Lander chuckled arrogantly.

“
What
if?

“
What if
what?”

“
The
human mind was an extension of a much greater mind?”

“
No one
can prove that!”

“
And, I’m
saying the force governs it.”

“
It
does?”