The Secret of the Ancient Alchemist (3 page)

“
Consciousness can be conditioned by intelligence in our
realm,” he said. “I know it can.”

Hart stared at
a text message on his phone. It was the message he was waiting on.
It came from Andres Laveau, a parapsychologist working at Stanford
Research Institute in California. Laveau was available for a
discussion. He was glad for he had read his work and was enthused
by his experiments on mind and matter. Laveau identified realm
signals in the brain.

He sighed. A
discussion with Laveau would have to wait. He turned to the sound
of his students’ voices.

“
Dr.
Hart? Dr. Hart?”

Chapter 6

“
Sorry,
guys, I was just thinking over some stuff.” Hart straightened up
his slim frame.

“
Are we
going to get on with this class?”

“
Yes.”

He headed to
the board. The flow of his black marker reflected the potency of
his mathematical mind as he wrote five equations out. Setting the
marker aside, he turned to his students sure of what he was about
to say. The human mind wasn’t just a storehouse for data. It was a
vehicle to take one to the great beyond with a driver no one
saw.

“
Our
minds are quite abused and misused by our cruel world,” he
began.

“
We know
that, Dr. Hart. Can mathematics fix it?” A light chuckle rolled
through the classroom in response to the remark that came from the
back of the class. Ignoring it, he continued.

“
We can
set our minds and be all we want to be. We can make them supreme.
We have the power to do it!”

Dead silence
followed. The students stared at the hard face of Hart. He was a
man of conviction but his message wasn’t meant to change the world
for he was no pastor of promise and hope. He was a man with a
desire to bring forth knowledge, a man who had something to
say.

A student stood
up. “Dr. Hart, what kind of mind is a supreme mind?”

“
A
supreme mind is a perfect mind.”

“
What
d’you mean?”

“
A human
can do anything with a thought.”

“
Like
what?”

“
Raise
the dead, traverse the universe.”

“
We can
do that?”

“
At some
point in our existence, at some point on our long journey, but, the
conditioning starts now.”

Hart stood firm
in his tailored suit unperturbed by many who sprang to their feet
in doubt. The response didn’t surprise him. It was the same
wherever he went and when he spoke but his view that humans didn’t
understand who they were and needed to, meant more than any glance
of dismissal. He was a gentleman, he took it in stride. The scent
of his cologne permeated the air as he came closer to the class and
prepared for a barrage of questions.

“
One at a
time. Yes?”

A German
student pointed to the board as he got up.

“
What’re
these equations meant to show, Dr. Hart?”

“
That
another dimension exists in our lives.”

“
Another
dimension? No one has ever done that.”

“
And, by
solving these equations, I think I can.” Hart approached the board
again. “The challenge lies in finding a correct value for this.” He
pointed to the letter, (g), written in his equations.

“
That’s
gravity, Dr. Hart.”

“
The
force that holds our matter together. Our lack of understanding of
it has kept us in the dark, kept us from unlocking nature’s
secrets, kept us from finding realms.”

A female
student put her hand up.

“
Yes?”

“
Where
would this dimension be, Dr. Hart?”

“
Outside
and inside us.”

“
Inside?”
the young woman reacted with shock. “But, where?”

Before Hart
could reply, an IT specialist cut in. “You’re saying we can log
into a realm that’s in us? Is that it?” The man’s eyes rested
firmly on Hart.

“
That’s
what I’m saying.”

“
Can you
prove it?”

It was a
difficult moment for Hart. All he touted about human supremacy
rested on his finding a realm within and he didn’t have proof as
yet. He needed time to do it all. His eyes didn’t miss the
anticipation in his students’ eyes, eyes that bored into him
waiting for an answer.

He turned and
plucked his antique watch from his pants pocket noting his class
time was already gone.

“
We can’t
go much further with this now, guys. In our next class, we will,”
he said turning back.

“
What?
Come on! You’re making statements you can’t support!” someone
yelled.

“
Give us
something to go on,” another requested from the back.

He thought of
what to say. To explain how humans were not entirely of the seen
world was a difficult task. He looked at the growing impatience in
their faces and spoke.

“
To put
it simply, I’m saying the universe is in us, a universe that
answers our calls. I assure you, I will prove it.”

“
Wooh!”
the disbelieving chorus came from those who figured Hart was kind
of crazy. He was simply attempting the impossible. He could never
do that. Yet, many came to him, hurling questions.

“
How soon
can you prove this, Dr. Hart?”

“
Dr.
Hart, is the inner dimension energy?”

“
We have
inner light, don’t we?” another inquired.

“
Are you
saying miracles are possible? How do we connect, man?”

“
Let’s
have some order, please!” A burly American guy quieted the room and
turned to Hart. “Hey, you’re fantastic. Finally, there’s someone
who’s going to show us who we really are.”

Hart cocked a
brow. His smile widened to a grin.

“
No, I’m
not. Anyone can solve the problem of gravity and prove a dimension
exists in our lives. The challenge is to find it in us. Julius
Olsen’s really your guy, not me. He’s the man of the future. He’ll
be here for a guest lecture soon.”

“
The Dane
who’s searching for the time when the earth will have a new age?
You’re kidding? A skinny lad looked at him through his thick
lenses.

“
No, I’m
not. I’m happy to say he’s my mentor.”

All round him
stares lingered but Hart gathered his worksheets and started his
way out.

“
Have a
great summer and see you next term,” he said.

Chapter 7

Hart headed out
the door hurrying along the well-lit hall. Footsteps shadowed his.
It didn’t surprise him. His work was revolutionary.

As a student at
Cambridge University, he had studied matter, looking at particles
like gravitons, which mediated the force of gravity. Except for a
couple of mathematical deductions which he needed to complete, it
wasn’t at all superfluous of him to suggest the universe had a
realm.

“
You’re
sure our universe has a dual form?” an Asian student asked,
struggling to keep up with the fast-walking Hart.

“
I’m
sure.”

“
And,
it’s in us? What’re you saying, Dr. Hart?”

“
Simply,
what you see in front of you is in you, in a dimensional realm.
That’s the real world and it’s a platform of unimaginable
possibility.”

“
You’re
sure about that?”

“
Yes!”

Suddenly, Hart
recalled the day he had jostled his way into a clerical meeting in
Rome. He had gone there to attend a symposium on matter and had
decided to pay a visit to the clergy of the Roman Diocese.

“
For
goodness sake, we need to understand who we are,” he had shouted in
the Abbey of Monte Cassino.

“
You
barge in and suggest we don’t?” A stern-faced member had glared at
him.

“
Not at
all, but…but… listen to me. Nature designed people for exceptional
things. It’s stated clearly that someone can say to a mountain move
and it will. Isn’t that so? I think I know how and I want a chance
to explain it all. I know…”

Hart had
struggled to get another word in. In less than a minute, he was out
the room.

If only they had given me a chance. If only someone would
listen
, he
thought.

“
Dr.
Hart?”

The voice
brought him back from his perturbation. He glanced at the student.
“Tell me.”

“
We can’t
see this realm even if your equations show it exists. So, how will
we ever be sure of it?”

“
The
issue is whether matter can become light. It can, and I believe
that the light can be seen. Quantum Physics has proven that
particles of matter can exist as waves of energy. Particles have a
dual nature. There’s a realm of pure energy, of pure
light.”

“
But…but
you’re saying it sends us messages. How could this be?”

“
I’m
working on that. It’s going to take some time.”

“
Hey,
wait,” the students called. Hart approached an elevator. Was going
to leave them in limbo? “When will we get answers?” they
pressed.

“
You’ll
have them when we meet again.”

His words
reflected certainty, a kind they hadn’t heard before. They smiled
as the door closed on the blonde man.

Hart exited and
walked into the mid-morning heat of the campus grounds. His guest
lectures at the university were completed for the academic year and
in a sense, he felt relieved. He would have the time to work on the
realm and take on the challenges of its nature.

He pulled his
iPhone from his pocket marvelling at it in the way he did with
other gadgets. The atmosphere was the its message system. Air
carried electromagnetic waves that enabled phone communications. To
him, the system was nature’s crowning glory. He didn’t need to
speculate about the waves of the realm. It could send messages from
another time and place. The realm was his obsession.

Hart dialled
the Stanford Research Institute. Soon, the operator answered.

“
SRI, may
I help you?”

“
Dr.
Laveau, please.”

“
One
moment, let me check. Dr. Laveau may be in his lab at this
hour.”

Hart waited
with great expectation. Laveau held the key to all he believed in
and that was a confirmation that signals from the realm entered the
human brain.

Chapter 8

The SRI
represented corporations across the globe. In a lab on the second
floor, Andres Lavaeau, stared at a SQUID machine, a
Super-conducting Quantum Interference Device. The SQUID measured
even the weakest signals in the brain’s electromagnetic field. With
his aptitude for detail, Laveau examined the brain waves of his
subject who was feet away in another room. The young Romanian was
seated staring at an object. Electromagnetic receptors were
attached to her temples.

Laveau stared
at his watch. Five minutes of experiment time remained.

He looked
through the glass wall that separated them and saw the object
bending. He turned to the SQUID. Waves on it pulsated intensely,
indicating very high frequencies. Laveau knew they originated from
an external source.

He looked at
his watch again. Four more minutes had passed and he started
counting down the time. Five seconds, four, three, two, one.

He ended the
experiment. Back in his office, he took a call from Hart.

“
Good
morning, Dr. Hart, a pleasure to hear from you. How’re
you?”

“
As good
as any, I guess.”

“
What can
I do for you?” On the phone, he could hear Hart’s deep
breath.

“
I’m
quite interested in your research, Dr. Laveau.”

“
What
aspect, Hart? Could you be specific?”

“
I’m sure
you’ve had cases of people foreseeing the future.”

“
Oh! Yes.
It’s actually called telepathic projections of images and thoughts.
People can have visions of the future.”

“
Where do
these visions arise?”

“
From
another dimension. Where else?” Laveau sensed Hart’s hesitance on
the line. “I scan brain waves during my laboratory procedures, and,
I assure you, that many of them aren’t normal. They don’t arise
from our domain. They’re supernatural.”

“
I’ve
come across an Incan prediction that says the world will change.
I’m awaiting the date for it. My friend is deciphering the data.
Should I pay attention to this?”

“
I see no
reason not to.”

“
Anything
more you can add?”

“
The mind
can be driven by forces. There’s so much to learn about its hidden
potential, I can go on forever. Henry Holt from Maryland was first
to coin the term telekinesis for the movement of objects with the
mind back in the early twentieth century. The wizard, Merlin, moved
Stonehenge from Ireland to England with a thought.”

Hart laughed.
“That’s fantasy, Dr. Laveau.”

“
If you
think so. Martin Caiden, Nina Kularina, and Eusapia Paladino all
moved objects with their minds. Shape shifting is further proof of
the power of a supernatural mind.”