The Bright Eyes (The Soulless Ones Book 1)

by Leo E. Ndelle

  “Yes, Rama Sir,” said the lad.

  “Now,” Rama said with a smile. “Watch what happens when I place this piece of crystal right here!”

  He placed the piece of crystal on the crack in the window, and there were different colors of light on the paper. The young master walked over to where the prince was holding the cloth, his face filled with curiosity and counted.

  “There are seven colors now,” he said, more to himself than to anyone else.

  “Correct, young master,” Rama said, “Now when I change the angle of the crystal,” he changed the angle of the crystal, “the colors disappear, and we have one color, right?”

  “Yes, I see what you are saying, Rama Sir,” the lad replied. “But what I do not see is what the purpose of this display has to do with role of the soul.”

  “In a moment, young master,” Rama replied, “but for now, please return to your seat. You as well, your highness. Thank you very much for your help.”

  They all returned to their seats, and Ramalesh returned the piece of crystal in the drawer.

  “So, to explain the role of the soul in the human body,” Rama began. “Consider the role of the crystal on the ray of light and the piece of cloth. If the light from the crack in the window represents consciousness, and the cloth his highness held up represents the body, then the crystal represents the soul. The soul is like a cushion between the spirit and the body, between the higher self and the lower self. Consciousness wants to manifest in the physical world, but because it has no form of its own, it uses a medium through which it manifests. This medium is the body. But the body is resistant. Consciousness wants to be boundless while the human body wants to create boundaries, because it is in their respective natures to do so. Thus, the soul becomes the middle ground for this purpose; to serve as a helper in the transcendence of the human person from its ego-based self, to its true deific form.

  “This is the only true evolutionary process of the human person. And this is the only true victory there is; that is, the victory of new consciousness over old consciousness. The old consciousness, in this case, is the ego, because, due to amnesia, we only know what the ego has gathered over many lifetimes, and the new consciousness is our true ‘identity,’ which is pure consciousness itself. It is ‘new’ because, due to amnesia, we forgot about who we really are. Therefore, it is this victory and transcendence that is called ‘enlightenment,’ which is simply awakening to our true self, or self-realization.’”

  “Your words are laden with wisdom and truth, Rama Sir,” young Yeshua said, nodding with profound gratitude. “So, if I understand correctly, the soul is not just a cushion but also a warehouse for all the accumulated lessons, memories and all that from past lives?”

  “You are correct, young master,” Rama agreed.

  “So, what about the notion of good and evil then?” the young master asked.

  Rama was pleased to notice that young Yeshua did not add ‘Rama Sir’ at the end of the question.

  “Good-evil,” Rama answered, “right-wrong, left-right, up-down and so forth are just opposites and only exist in the world of form or an ego-based world. It is part of the ego’s plot to understand itself. ‘Good’ is not necessarily good, and ‘evil’ is not necessarily evil. They just are. But, just like the piece of crystal split up the light to seven different colors, the human mind tends to polarize, analyze and dissect everything. All one has to do is align the mind in the path of consciousness itself, just like shifting the piece of crystal such that the ray of sunlight maintains its original status quo. Because, so long as one is identified with what one is not, one will be forever trapped in an ego-based life.

  Now, would you say a knife is a good thing or a bad thing, young master?”

  “It depends, Rama Sir,” he replied.

  “You answer like many would. If I use a knife to cook food, it is deemed a good thing. If I use it to take a life, it is deemed a bad thing. So, the mind comes to play with analyses, justifications and all the like. But then, the knife itself is neither good nor bad. It simply just is; just like everything else. And we imprint all these things on the soul over many lifetimes.”

  “And if one were to lose one’s soul?” asked Yeshua.

  Ramalesh’s expression darkened for the briefest moment before he replied.

  “It will depend on a number of factors,” Rama said. “But there are two basic options. The first one is that the person may retain his or her humanity but may find himself or herself completely aligned with the light or with the dark. The second option is that the person may not retain his or her humanity. In this situation, we are no longer talking about a ‘human being.’ In both instances though, the person would be capable of some ‘super-human’ feats, partially because of the limitlessness of the spirit having a ‘direct’ impact on the physical body and the physical body either accepting or rejecting these direct impacts.”

  Rama decided to end this topic at this point, and the young master decided not to press any further.

  “The terms ‘mind’ and ‘soul’ can be substitutes for each other,” Rama continued, not wanting to let the pause last too long. “The mind is more linked to the human brain, and hence has a more ‘physical’ component attached to it. I say ‘physical’ because the mind itself is not localized. Those who are less ‘spiritual’ can appreciate using the word ‘mind’ more than using the term ‘soul’ because the word ‘soul’ has a more spiritual connotation attached to it. But they are both the same thing.

  “You see,” Rama continued, “the Ancient Egyptians removed the brains of their pharaohs prior to mummification because they did not want their pharaohs to return to Earth Realm. If there is no brain, then there is no soul, and therefore, the pharaoh could not be reborn. Pharaohs were gods to the Ancient Egyptians, and hence, they had to return to the stars whence they came and where they, and their ancestors, belong.”

  “Do you have manuscript here on Ancient Egyptians?” young Yeshua asked.

  “No, I do not, young master,” Rama replied.

  “Have you been to Egypt?”

  “No, I have not.”

  “Then how do you know about the Ancient Egyptians and their mummification process?”

  “Very observant, young master,” he replied with a smile. “Your question brings us to your main lesson for today; the Realm-Dimension of Akasha.”

  “I remember that word from yesterday,” Yeshua said.

  “Let us begin, then!” Rama adjusted himself in his seat.

  “Every thought, every word, every action,” Rama began, “from the densest objects in the lowest dimensions to the finest, and most subliminal of substances, even beyond the ethers; everything manifested, from beyond the very beginning and the very end, create vibrations and these vibrations are recorded in the Realm-Dimension of Akasha. Akasha is the keeper of the records of Creation. Different religions have different names for this realm-dimension. Akasha is Creation’s ethereal repository of knowledge. You asked how I learned about Ancient Egyptian mummification rituals. There is your answer, young master.”

  “I feel like I have heard of this before, but I do not recall,” the young master said, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to remember.

  “These are your memories from past lives, young master,” Rama interjected. “You have even accessed the Akashic Records involuntarily before; but starting today, you will learn how to consciously access these records. Thence, your learning process will be greatly accelerated. I will only serve as a guide during your training process.”

  The young master nodded. Rama could see the young yogi was running simulations in his head and trying to come up with more questions. Alas, the young master decided he would save the questions for later.

  “So, what would my first lessons in Akasha entail, Rama Sir?” young Yeshua asked.

  “I think,” Rama replied with a very pleasant smile, “the most logical step would be for you to learn Hindi. That way, his highness could attend to matte
rs of the kingdom and you could communicate more easily with our people. Your highness?”

  “I agree, Rama,” Prince Ganesh replied. “But let it be known that I am greatly enjoying the company of the young master. It is truly an honor that I would prefer not to let go of. But please, proceed with the lessons.”

  “Of course, your highness,” Rama agreed. “And after his lessons on Akasha, I would like to proceed with training him on the chakras and the Kundalini or Serpent Power.”

  “I am your humble student, Sir,” young Yeshua replied.

  “Such humility in greatness!” Rama remarked. “The honor is mine, young master. I have waited my entire life for this moment.”

  He then stood up and gestured.

  “Please, this way, your highness, young master!”

  The lad and the prince followed the seer into the inner chambers of the temple.

  And so, it came to pass that the young Jewish boy who followed an Indian prince to his homeland, began his journey down memory lane to unlock the powers that lay within him. He learned quickly, he adapted quickly, and most of all, he never lost his very essence. He grew up strong and was a very popular among his teenage peers and across the lands. He studied and trained in the mornings, he played in the afternoons, and he meditated at night. In less than half a decade, Young Yeshua had mastered what would take other people decades or even lifetimes to master. Prince Ganesh was very protective of the young master, for he had grown very fond of the young lad and saw in him, not only a sage of old but a younger brother.

  The young master became particularly intrigued by the story of Siddhartha Gautama and his teachings. The man was unique to his time, and indeed he was an awakened one. But he also learned that Siddhartha Gautama had learned from Shiva, the first yogi, while he had spent time in the jungle in search of himself. Gautama had learned only a minuscule aspect of the one hundred and fourteen chakras from Shiva. But even that minuscule aspect was enough for him to bring humanity to such an awakening. As such, while Young Yeshua deeply appreciated Gautama’s teachings, he sat at the feet of Shiva, while in the Realm-Dimension of Akasha and learned the ways of the first yogi. In his youth, and in that realm-dimension, Young Yeshua became the youngest living yogi of his time.

  The more he learned while in the Realm-Dimension of Akasha, the more the memories from past lives returned, and the pieces of the puzzle that constituted his destiny became clearer. And then on the morning of his eighteenth birthday, while he was selecting a garb for a feast in his honor, Prince Ganesh came into his room. The worried and sad look on his face indicated that Prince Ganesh was about to be the bearer of unwelcome tidings.

  “Is everything alright, your highness?” asked Yeshua.

  “There is a man here who would like to speak with you,” the prince replied.

  “Oh! Do you know what he wants or where he is from?” young Yeshua asked.

  “Perhaps, you should just come and meet with him. He says his name is Bai-Ming and he is a monk from the Wu-Feng Monastery in the far eastern lands of China!”

  And with these words, the prince quickly turned around and stormed out. He did not want young Yeshua to see him cry.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN: BOOTCAMP, C.E. 32

  “What did you do to me, Master?!” Shi’mon wailed in pain as he clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground.

  “Well, well, well, you are a grumpy one when hungry,” Yeshua teased.

  Yeshua sat, mid-air, at a table he had just summoned out of nothing, enjoying a delicious dish of seasoned, roasted fish and freshly baked bread. The aroma from the food only served to fuel Shi’mon’s agony.

  “This is cheating, Master!” Shi’mon complained. “How do you expect for me to concentrate in this condition?”

  “Not my problem,” Yeshua replied calmly, as he licked his fingers. “Hmm! This is so delicious! You should join me, you know!” he taunted.

  Yeshua had made sure they were on a remote seashore for their training, where no one ever went fishing. So far, his apprentices had shown much progress over the past two years, mainly with telekinesis, telepathy, clairvoyance, clairaudience and others. He was saving the more difficult lessons like mastering of the chi, the kundalini, controlling the ethers and most of all conscious death for later. Conscious death would be the most difficult to teach. Today, he was introducing Shi’mon to the notion of the chi and controlling the ethers. To start with, he had stricken Shi’mon with the kind of hunger that could drive one to insanity, literally.

  “Master, please!” Shi’mon begged. “I am dying!”

  “And yet I hear you loud and clear” Yeshua replied.

  “Master...” Shi’mon begged. “I cannot! I just cannot.”

  “Wrong words!” Yeshua spoke very sternly.

  Yeshua’s sudden change in tone rocked Shi’mon back to the reason why they were there in the first place. Shi’mon dug into his memory. One day, the apprentices and the master, were on a boat in the middle of the sea and a perilous storm had begun. As the storm raged on, the Master was asleep while the apprentices faced death in the briny deep. Shi’mon had called out to the master, asking the master if the master did not care that they perish. The master had awoken from his sleep and had been unfazed by the wet chaos around them. The master had then wordlessly commanded the storm to cease and the storm had obliged instantly.

  There was another instance in which the apprentices were caught in a storm at sea, and in the distance, they could make out the master walking on water towards them. Although they were in awe at the sight, Shi’mon had wanted to confirm that it was truly their master and not a ghost. The master had asked Shi’mon to walk on water towards him. Shi’mon had done as the master had commanded. He was walking on water until doubt had set in and he had started sinking into the sea. The master had then come to his rescue.

  In both instances, he had been afraid, and he had been in doubt. He still had the same doubt and fear in his current situation, but this time, he would not wallow in ignorance. He would seek help from the master again.

  “Master,” he said weakly, “I do not know what to do.”

  He immediately felt some of his strength return. He rose to his feet and faced Yeshua.

  “Please, show me,” he pleaded.

  “And I will show you,” Yeshua replied.

  He floated ten paces higher up in the air and waved at an empty space on the opposite side of the table.

  “Sit!” he said.

  Shi’mon looked up at the empty space at the table and decided not to doubt anymore. He stood up and took the first step as if he were about to mount a flight of stairs, but his foot went right through the air. He tried once again and failed. He felt a buildup in frustration, but then he remembered how the Master had calmed the storm. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, as he visualized himself at sea in the middle of a terrible storm. He visualized himself breathing out gently into the storm through his mouth and the storm subsiding as quickly as it had started. He felt his frustration turn to calmness as he opened his eyes. For the first time since the training that day, he grinned at his Master.

  “Thank you for the invitation,” Shi’mon said, and floated upwards towards the table.

  A chair manifested from nothing and he sat on it.

  “I do not think I am hungry, thank you,” he continued as he satisfied his hunger.

  “Well done, brother,” Yeshua said. “Now, good luck with Rania and her cooking!”

  Shi’mon cursed and both men started laughing.

  C. E. 19 – C. E. 24

  Young Yeshua had heard of the lands in the Far East, but he decided he would not learn more about these lands via Akasha. It was a given that he would leave India one day, but no one had consciously accepted this certainty until Bai-Ming and his entourage had arrived. So, a day of festivities and joy turned into one of farewell and sadness. Nevertheless, the king bid his guests tarry a few days more before they returned to China and Bai-Ming and his entourage gladly acce
pted.

  Bai-Ming could speak and understand Hindi perfectly, and was a translator between his brothers from the monastery and their hosts. He told the king, Ganesh, the seer and young Yeshua about what happened to him over a year ago.

  “I sat in meditation on a rock outside the temple,” Bai-Ming said, “when I dove into a deep state of slumber. The world around me suddenly disappeared, and I was floating in nothingness. I did not understand the meaning of this. Yet, I felt a calmness and serenity unlike I have ever felt. And then, some sparkles began forming in my vision. They grew brighter and then they coalesced into a message:

  A NEW AGE IS NIGH. GO FORTH AND BRING GRANDMASTER WONG FROM THE LANDS OF INDIA.

  “The message then broke apart into many sparkles and faded away. The nothingness also disappeared. I awoke to find many concerned and curious pairs eyes staring down at me. Grandmaster Chang was also present. From my perspective, no more than a minute had passed. But I was informed that I had been in that state for three days!”

  “I have had similar experiences during some of my trips to Akasha,” young Yeshua said.

  “It was a first for me, grandmaster,” Bai-Ming said. “I was confused when I awoke. Grandmaster Chang explained the meaning of the vision to me and told me that I had been tasked with finding the reincarnation of Grandmaster Wong.”

  “Hence, why you addressed me as ‘Grandmaster Wong’ when you first laid eyes on me?” asked the young master.

  “It was that and the glow, grandmaster,” Bai-Ming explained. “The glow is so intense around you!”

  “The glow?” Rama asked.

  “Oh, I am sorry, sir,” Bai-Ming said as he turned his attention towards the seer. “I meant that grandmaster here has the glow of Buddha. You see, Grandmaster Chang personally gave me a crash course on so many things that would take most people lifetimes to learn. I underwent special esoteric surgeries to accelerate my learning.”

  He paused to sip from his cup of jasmine tea.

  “So, within a space of one year, I was trained on how to access the Realm of Records,” Bai-Ming continued. “I believe you call it ‘Akasha.’ That is how I learned your language and many other things so quickly. So as of this moment, I am adept at controlling my chi, telepathy, clairvoyance, clairaudience, and teleportation.”