by Bob Frank
With raised eyebrows, Shali asked, “Human incarnations? Identified human history? What do you mean by that?”
Clay paused for a moment and slowly rolled his head in a large circle to stretch out his neck. This morning’s session had left him a bit tense. Shali waited patiently but anxiously. “Please don’t think that we only reincarnate as humans in this world that we live on.” Shali sat back in her chair with a blank stare. “We won’t go there, yet,” he said. “That’s a different lunch. After we find the secrets, maybe we can have some fun with that.”
“So you are begging off for now.”
Clay smiled, “Yes, but not because I am still hiding something. It is going to take a lot longer than this lunch to explain.” He paused. “Anyway, the database program and the SRD, the soul-regression database, were stored on eight reels of obsolete magnetic computer tape. I got some Stanford grad students to help me convert everything. In just a couple of weeks, I had the entire SRD loaded and running on a laptop, on a modern database program. This is what we’ve been using in our work.”
Clay stared off at the wall for a moment, reminiscing. “When the government’s PLR program finally shut down, they had seventy-eight different protocols. The later, more advanced protocols were combinations of electronic and environmental techniques. Starting at Protocol 75, the process was designed so the subject remembered nothing from the regression session. That’s where I focused my work. Not only because I planned to look for hidden secrets and treasures but also because I’d rather not deal with a subject after they’ve learned what lives they lived before. There would be too many variables out of my control.”
“What was in those hundreds of boxes of research?”
“The boxes mostly contained material on how the protocols were developed and refined. I didn’t spend much time on that; I got right to the meat of the discipline: how to regress someone and milk them for information about a previous life. The general procedures for all regression protocols are pretty much the same. After some experience, I tweaked the protocols to better meet my needs. In short, you use standard hypnosis techniques to put the subject to a deep trance-like state. Then, just like we’ve been doing, you guide the subject to their previous lives and to the life between lives. If you get really good at it, you might not only get the soul’s guide, you might also get other elders’ souls. They know all the good stuff from the past, if you can get them to talk.”
“What about the database? And just what exactly is in it, beyond what I’ve seen?”
Clay responded, “You’ve probably wondered why we record, transcribe and translate every regression. When I started, I vowed to devote time after each regression to completely transcribe, document and archive the session. I really wanted to capture details of the sessions in case the subject died. We can use that regression data to correlate across different lives and soul pods.”
“So what about the correlation stuff?”
“As part of the SRI project, we sorted through thousands of souls, which related to hundreds of thousands of human lives stored in the SRD database. Trying to correlate human incarnations and soul pods was like solving a giant three-dimensional, one-hundred-row Sudoku puzzle: a proverbial gimongous Rubik’s cube. But once I really understood what to look for in the database, the task got a lot easier. I bought a commercial database correlation system and built lots of correlation rules to do the heavy work. This would have been nearly impossible for the SRI researchers to do twenty-five years earlier, so extensive soul correlation is somewhat new and untouched ground.”
A coy smile slipped across Shali’s face. “So, with this fancy correlation engine, are you going to be able to find my soul mate?”
Clay fired back a grin of his own. “I already checked out your soul mate. He’s not here now, but will be born when you are seventy-six years old. You’ll be a spinster this entire life and will only be able to work with me, professionally. You can leave this soul mate all your money when you die at age ninety-seven. The two of you will have to do a better job of coordinating your next lives if you want to enjoy each other’s bodies.”
Shali laughed out loud and punched Clay in the shoulder from across the table. “Come on, what did these SRI guys find about soul mates?”
“Well, starting with the hundred fifty-fourth box of archives, I found study papers about linked lives and linked souls. First, they found that many souls like to do certain things, even in their different incarnations. When a soul reincarnates to a new life, they may seek out the same hobbies, professions and even gender-preference they have experienced in previous lives. They did a special study correlating child prodigies.”
“So you mean a child prodigy could just be an incarnation of a soul that was good at that specialty in previous lives?”
“Bingo. At the time of the PLR program, they regressed an eight-year-old girl in Scotland. At the age of four, she could sit down at a piano with virtually no guidance and play magnificent complicated pieces of classical music. After several regression sessions, the team determined that her soul was the reincarnate of Amadeus Mozart as well as a half dozen other historically famous musicians before and after him. The study showed there were sixty-four cases of child prodigy regression during the program. The different fields included music, mathematics, science, literature, dance and athletics. Of the five hundred thirty-one past human lives identified in the sixty-four child prodigy regressions, about seventy-five percent of the souls’ previous lives also focused on that one particular area the living child prodigy excelled.”
Shali said, “Okay, what do you think? Madame Curie, Louis Pasteur, Florence Nightingale — Dr. Gregory House? Same Soul?”
“You’ve got the idea.” Clay smiled at her quip.
“So what did you mean by gender preference?”
“Another research paper in the program described a series of regressions on gay men in San Francisco. Their souls had the desire to actually be in the human body of women. This conclusion seemed to smack in the face of claims that gays and lesbians were afflicted by some kind of physiological or hormonal imbalance. It appears that these souls just happened to end up in bodies of a less preferred gender. I did some correlation in the database. The subjects evidently deal with it in the life by migrating towards others in the same situation.”
“This one is hard to buy, not even to say it is politically incorrect.”
“Hey, I don’t make it up. Research is research. In the SRD statistics, it seems that most souls have a preference to live as either a male or female, but it is certainly not a fifty-fifty split. The twenty-three gay men in the database showed more than a ninety-ten split where their soul had reincarnated as a woman. If this soul preferred a female body but ended up in a male body, the study hypothesized that the soul felt locked into a gender that they preferred not to be in. The study speculated that the alternative lifestyle may simply be the soul’s way to cope with being in the body of a less-preferred gender. They were not even looking at lesbians, then.”
“If this is so, then why was that never made public?”
“Ah, tut-tut, Shali. This was a secret government black program. The people working on the project were not allowed to reveal anything about the PLR program. Besides, you have to realize this was nearly thirty years ago and society was not as open as it is today. But anyway, there was a second and even more important discovery that came out from the program: soul pods.”
“I’ve been with you a year and a half, we talk about it and leverage it in the regressions. I’ve read all the books on past-life regression and understand the basic concepts. So finally, yes, after all this time you are going to explain the pods to me?”
“We found in-depth studies on soul pods in the archives. As you know already, in the LBL period, clusters of souls hang around together in that dimension, or whatever it is. These souls often reincarnate in pairs or small clusters. Sometimes they are family members, wives, husbands or good friends in different lives, in dif
ferent times. But they also cluster by discipline. The archive studies showed that not only do many souls migrate towards the same disciplines in their different lives, they also cycle through lives in the same time periods with other souls who like those same disciplines. It’s almost as if these soul-pod buddies follow each other around through time.”
“Sort of like the Budweiser ‘whassup’ guys?”
Clay chuckled. “Yeah. Not quite, but sort of. These souls somehow find each other among the myriad of time, billions of people on earth, and other planets, at any given time.”
“You’ve said it before. What’s this about other planets?”
“That’s another lunch.” Clay raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders and continued. “The correlation showed that linked souls did not always incarnate in the same scenario each time. One of them might be a mentor in one life and yet mentored in the next, or peers in one but deadly adversaries in the next.”
“Any good examples to make the point?”
“Yeah. Here’s a good one: one pod of three souls contained Dr. Sun Yat-sen, founder of post-dynasty China in the early nineteen hundreds. He’s like a George Washington to the Chinese; he broke China out of the dynasties. Two of his leading students and protégés were Mao Tse-tung, Chairman Mao of mainland communist Red China, and Chiang Kai-shek, leader of the Nationalist Chinese who were forced out to Taiwan by Mao. These two, from the same pod, were arch-enemies most of their lives.”
“So who were they before?”
“Back in the eighteen hundreds, this same soul pod incarnated in the United States Civil War period as Abraham Lincoln, General Robert E. Lee and General Ulysses S. Grant.”
“No way! Whose soul was who?”
“Sun Yat-sen’s was Lincoln. Interesting enough, Sun’s core philosophy for China’s future was his San-min doctrine, or the ‘Three Principals of the People.’ Historically, Sun was enamored with Abraham Lincoln and even publically admitted he took his Chinese San-min principal from Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address. Even today, this doctrine is the political foundation of both Taiwan and mainland China. The San-min is even the basis of the national anthem of China today — yeah, from Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address. It’s like he had unfinished business because of his assassination, so he finished it in his next life as Sun, who just happened to be born, or incarnated, in China just a few years after Lincoln’s death.”
“What about the other two?” Shali asked.
“Well, General Robert E. Lee was Chairman Mao; General Ulysses S. Grant was Chiang Kai-shek. Lee and Grant were both cadets at West Point and led adversarial roles in one of the worst civil wars of all times. Chiang went to China’s military academy and fought with Mao in the same Chinese revolution, and in World War II against Japan. Then Mao became the leader of Communist China while Chiang became leader of the Chinese Nationalist Kuomintang party. The two adversaries, who both revered Dr. Sun, led to tearing China into two pieces since World War II. Chiang-Grant stayed on the side of Sun-Lincoln, while Lee-Mao spun off onto the revolutionary side.”
“Oh, come on, Clay. This is hard to swallow.”
“I’m not done yet. In the preceding fifteen hundred years, at four different times, these same three souls lived clustered incarnations as local village leaders or tribal chiefs. They always fought like hell in some controversial leadership role in a societal conflict. The earliest clustered incarnation by this pod happened two thousand years ago. They were known as the First Triumvirate in the Roman Empire. The Triumvirate consisted of Julius Caesar, Crassus, and Pompey, who came to power in 59 BC when Caesar was first elected as a consul. These three powerful leaders fought together and, at the same time, fought each other for years. Within fifteen years, this conflict led to the assassination of Caesar by the Roman Senate.”
Shali chuckled, “’Et tu, Brute?’ He put a knife in his chest, huh? Was Brutus in the pod?”
Smiling, Clay responded, “The study didn’t say, but I’d speculate he probably was. You never know, unless you can find their incarnation today.”
“Did you ever go back and work off the original database regressions?”
“Absolutely. But you’ve got to figure half of the subjects were over thirty or forty when regressed by the SRI teams. After twenty-plus years, people die or move away without an easy track to follow.”
“How’d you ever get this treasure hunting idea?”
“Since SRI was in the middle of Silicon Valley and I was out of work, I thought it would be great to do a venture funded start-up company. Think about it, ‘Soulmate Dot Com — Come see us, and we’ll find your soul mate. No more Internet dating, no office affairs, no bar pickups. We find your soul mate for you. We’ll tell you all good and bad things about this person and how to avoid problems. No more divorces. Your perfect mate for life.’”
Shali laughed out loud. “Protocol 95? Did you ever try to look up your soul mate? Or even your pod mates?”
A slow sheepish grin came across Clay’s face. “Let’s get back to Iqbal. The good stuff comes this afternoon in the LBL. We’ll talk more about my treasure hunting, later.”
Chapter 6
Back in the regression room, Clay and Shali began the next phase of the regression on Iqbal. Shali worked Iqbal through the preliminary scripts and quickly took him to a deep state of hypnosis.
“Iqbal, you will return to the long hallway of doors. At the end you see a glowing light. Walk toward that glowing light.”
Clay pressed the button to the micro-pulse pads on the bottom of Iqbal’s feet.
Shali continued, “Move down the hallway. You see that the light is coming from a doorway at the end of the hall. That doorway leads into a very large and beautiful room. Are you at that doorway now?”
“Yes.”
“Walk through that doorway now and look around at the many bookshelves, rows and rows of bookshelves. In the center of the room, you see a very long reading table with lamps. This is a library — a very large and very special library; the Library of the Akashic records. Feel the magnificence. Each book is a complete record of every single soul in the universe. The complete history of your soul is in one of those books. Do you see all the books?”
Iqbal responded in a slow, low tone of voice that exuded awe. “Yes, I see it all. This is a beautiful place. So much knowledge, so much experience, so many souls. The shelves go forever in every direction.”
“Do you see anyone else in the library?”
“There are several others here. They are dressed in long robes. They are glowing in clouds of deep color: deep blue or red, almost purple, beautiful dark colors. However, their robes are white, I think, although they are shrouded in mists of dark color. I do not understand. They move slowly through the shelves and look at the books. They are so intelligent, so wise.”
“Are any of them coming to you, looking at you or waiting for you?”
“Allahu Akbar — God is Great. Yes. I know that one. That one is coming to me. She is glad to see me, and I am glad to see her. I know her. I have seen her and been with her many times before. I don’t know how I know her, or why; I just know her.”
“She is your guide, your teacher and mentor. She helps you with all of your lives. When the body that you live in dies, she comes to help you back to the spirit world. This is so you are not lost or confused when you leave that body. Do you feel alright? Are you comfortable?”
“Yes. I am happy to see her. It is good to be here.”
“Tell her you would like to review all the lives you lived before. Ask her if she can show you your book and review your past lives. Ask her now.”
Clay pressed a deep long micro-pulse shock to Iqbal’s shoulders. His neck and shoulders flinched slightly.
“Have you asked her?” Shali asked.
“Yes. She is taking me to the shelves. I am with her. She is taking out a book and placing it on the table. She opened the book — the page comes to life. I see everything in this life. I see everything. It all come
s alive on these pages. The entire life is like a storybook, like a 3D movie.”
“Go to the first life. What do you see in this life?”
“It is a very long time ago. I am — I am — I’m not human. I’m some type of — a creature, some kind of an animal. I don’t know what I am. I don’t like this life. It is boring; not challenging, not exciting.”
“Tell your guide you want to move forward in time to maybe three to four thousand years ago. Tell her you only want to see human lives that are relevant to today’s world in which you live. Tell her this now. Does she accept this?”
“Yes, she understands. She always understands.”
“Ask her if she will talk directly with me.”
Shali looked at Clay and nodded while putting a forefinger to her forehead. Clay pressed the button to give a long shock to the Third Eye micro-pulse pad. Iqbal’s head pressed back into the pillow.
“No, she does not want to talk with you.”
Shali looked at Clay and shook her head.
He whispered, “Let’s try again later.” The guide was probably the only way to get the real information they wanted, and he knew they would have a better chance at conversing with her after they had spent time reviewing the Akashic records.
Shali then said to Iqbal, “That’s fine. Continue reviewing the book. Are you at a life between three to four thousand years ago?”
Iqbal’s soul reviewed several insignificant lives in that timeframe.
One was a young girl somewhere in Africa, who died of an infection in her leg. Another life was a teenage boy who was bitten by a cobra in India and died a rapid, painful death. Another life was a woman in South East Asia who lived until the ripe old age of fifty-four. Finally, they got to a life of more interest. Iqbal described the details after he turned the page of his Akashic records.
“Yes, such an interesting life. My father was an important man. I was also important. There are many stories about many people in my family. It is in the time of 1700 BC, and I lived in an ancient land, very dry. My father and mother are Ibrahim and Sarai. My name is Yitzak. I have two sons.”
“Describe everything you believe is important and relevant in this life.”