The Secret of the Ancient Alchemist

Yasmin
Esack

A Wild Wolf Publication

Published by Wild Wolf Publishing in 2015

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The seeker of
the truth will be astonished. Then, he will marvel. When he
marvels, he will find rest.

-The Gospel
According to the Hebrews-

Foreword

Intuition, having knowledge without direct thought is real,
as is the ability to foretell the future.
Did you ever wonder how it all
happens?
Three
institutions in the United States are trying to find that out. So
far, nothing has been conclusive.

Map of
Egypt

Prologue

Panapolis,
Egypt. 320AD

A gust of the
hot, Khamsin wind blew sand in his face as he turned. With the
sleeves of his cotton tunic, he wiped the grains away. It was in
the Western Desert of Egypt that Zosimos, the alchemist of
Panapolis, sat on a rock thinking. The fallen angels had come to
earth and had taught their women much of the workings of nature.
The initiated adepts knew how to draw on a divine mind bound to
creation. He too had captured the supernatural spirit. It had made
his mind pure. Zosimos was grateful for he was able to heal the
sick of El-Amarna, a village north of the Nile. He even changed
copper to gold.

He gazed
now at the monastery where he passed years in reverence, determined
as he was to capture as much of the supernatural force as he could.
Zosimos seemed edgy. An old man now, he hadn’t accomplished all he
wanted to. He wanted to traverse the heavens like the Egyptians
did. They knew the power of creation’s mind, the
Prima
Materia
.

Frustration
rose as he thought of how long he had been trying. Yet, he would
never give up.

Zosimos
meditated for days focusing his attention on water, air, earth, and
fire, the elements that gave him life. In the coolness of his
mud-walled retreat, he closed his eyes again and lay still, feeling
the universe and the light that came from within, the light that
empowered him.

Soon, he
disappeared into the heavens.

Chapter 1

California,
USA.

June 2018
10.15A.M.

On a bright,
clear morning, Marjorie Clairmont hurried up the steps of the
institute she headed, the National Centre for Noetic Research, to
begin its annual conference. Dressed in a tailored suit, she made
her way to the third floor where five presenters sat waiting on the
proceedings to begin. She took a seat but it wasn’t long before her
heart sank. Thomas Hart was nowhere to be seen.

“
Where’s
Dr. Hart? There has to be a realm in us. There has to be,” her mind
said as she stared out at her audience.

Marjorie knew
the conference would carry less weight without an input from the
Quantum Physicist and his secrets of matter. Hart was unlike anyone
she had known. He was innovative and a man sure to awaken the world
to human capability.

She moved to
the microphone. “Is Dr. Hart here today and could you please stand
up?” she asked.

The room was
silent. Her disappointment showed in her somber expression. Hart
wasn’t really looking for a stage to express his ideas she knew. He
was a private man on an unordinary mission and she believed in him.
Marjorie had come to accept the fact that there was a creative
force in the universe that was disposed to the human mind. She
recalled telling Hart on the phone three days ago that his study of
matter would add a new dimension to her research on human
potential, to which he had replied that she had no idea how
audacious it was, but that it was high time humans adopted a new
way of thinking and moved themselves forward. He had politely
accepted her invitation and now she couldn’t fathom what had gone
wrong for he was a man of his word.

Pressed to get
on with the proceedings, Marjorie began her opening statements.

“
Good
morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Annual Conference
of Noetic Research. In a nutshell, it’s about the power of the
human mind. Can we heal ourselves and others? Who’re we in nature’s
design. Our institute is deeply committed to the study of human
potential. In our investigations, we discovered that consciousness
arising out of meditation significantly altered metabolic
functions. It could heal the body. Other experiments have shown
more remarkable results, such as in the recovery of memory and
recovery from cancer. We don’t know how it all works and to what
extent we can be conditioned by the universe. Can we be
super-conscious? We believe our work is encouraging and it’s only a
matter of time before we fully understand human potential. We open
this conference to present you with the details of our work. Our
first presentation is from Andrew Matheson. Dr. Matheson’s research
on the Science of Inward knowledge is well-acclaimed across the
globe.”

As Matheson
approached the podium to a round of applause, Marjorie exited the
hall and pulled her cell phone from her handbag.

A realm of
quantum light straddled his thoughts like bees to a honeycomb. It
was what he lived for. That realm existed in humans as everything
else but few knew of it. Few knew there was a beacon of hope in
them shining through a world of darkness.

Dr. Tom Hart
walked through the campus of Princeton University on his way to his
lecture at Fine Hall obsessing about it all. As usual, he looked
straight ahead noticing little else. He grabbed his phone from his
pocket and took a call.

“
Hello?”

“
I
suppose you’re not coming to the conference.”

“
I’m so
sorry to have to miss it, Dr. Clairmont, but I’ve got a guest
lecture this morning. I couldn’t get out of it.”

“
I’m
disappointed to say the least. I was hoping you would’ve said a bit
about matter and its realm. I’m quite intrigued by your outlook on
consciousness, having read your online postings.” Marjorie
chuckled. “You sure gave the establishment a piece of your mind
with respect to the teachings and practices of religion. I’d be a
little careful if I were you.”

“
You mean
my belief in matter having a divine force?”

“
Yes.”

“
I don’t
care what anyone thinks.” Hart took pride in being an independent
thinker. He would not accept any of the conventional doctrines but
he could never ever deny the existence of a supernatural presence
in creation. He put his faith in matter, sure of its hidden power,
a power he had to find. It was all part of his plan to unravel
human potential. “I believe I can put forward a better
understanding of who we’re and our ability to achieve.”

“
I’m not
doubting you, even if your propositions are unorthodox. Do you fill
me in on all your findings.”

“
I will
and I know your laboratory will continue to do great
work.”

“
Consciousness shouldn’t be ignored.”

“
It’s our
control centre. Why should we?”

“
But we
do. I’m really looking forward to all you have to say on
super-conscious and meditation. I think it’s time we took a closer
look at the process.”

“
I
certainly agree with that.”

“
We see
its benefits over and over and we don’t know why. I’ve seen
people’s thinking improve, improvements in businesses, health and
emotions. It’s beyond remarkable. It’s downright
mysterious.”

“
Let’s
try and end the mystery.”

“
Bye, Dr.
Hart.”

“
Bye, Dr.
Clairmont. Again, I’m sorry for missing your
conference.”

Chapter 3

Even as the
confident words came from his mouth, he wondered if he would truly
deliver his promise of a better understanding of human nature as he
entered his classroom. Hart knew the difficulties of his mission.
It wasn’t going to be easy to prove humans harboured a realm of
supernatural light, a realm of creation.

A quick glance
at the clock on the wall told him he was early. His students
weren’t due until 9.15AM. In the quiet of the room he sat,
reflecting on his task again. He had spent nights pacing the floor
of his New Jersey home trying to fathom how meditation could govern
humans. His resolve steamed like an old-time locomotive, rivalled
only by his passion for the truth. Hart didn’t dismiss the
scientific claim that meditation stimulated the brain, but too many
links were missing in the chain of events that led to success.
Something real was sending signals to the brain.