Shali said, "I'm ready to test the headphones."

Clay turned some dials and clicked the keyboard. "Are you getting it?"

Shali pulled back her long, silky black hair and lifted the headphones to her right ear. "Good." She could hear the sound-generator pumping low, throbbing Alpha wave frequency pulses to her brain. The pulses helped drive brain waves down to a low frequency where regressions were optimized.

Shali lifted the futuristic looking goggles to her eyes. "Give me a check on the goggles." Clay clicked more buttons and purplish colors flashed rapid sequences in sync with the headphone Alpha waves. She picked up a small flexible skull cap with its attached electrodes and set it on the back of the chair, waiting for their regression subject. The cap would send magnetic pulses to the right and left sides of the brain at different times during the regression to help manage the subconscious mind. Shali knew PLR was heavily influenced by sensory control over the mind. She recalled Clay's jest that they should also have a smell gadget in case someone wanted hot buttered popcorn during their regression.

Shali then laid out a set of EKG-like skin pulse pads with dangling electrodes. The micro-pulse generator was a key component to the protocol. The pads sent micro-frequency pulses to shock several critical points on the body at various times. The pulses were not automatic but act more like a cattle prod when they wanted to stimulate the subject's soul to respond.

Shali put a pair of the pads on the large shoulder muscles on either side of her neck. "I'm ready for the first pad test. Hit the shoulders." Clay pressed some buttons. Her neck and shoulders twisted in slight convulsion. "Whew. Good." The shoulder pulses were used to slap the soul around to get their attention.

She put another pair of pads on her forearms. "Hit the foot pads." When Clay pressed more buttons, her arms jerked back against her body. These pads were placed on the balls of the feet under a pair of wool socks. The foot pads stimulated the subject into progressing forward through the regression if they hesitated. Shali picked up the fifth, smaller single micro-pulse pad and moved it toward her forehead. She paused, then moved the pad to her forearm. "Hit the Third Eye." Clay pressed a button. Shali's arm jerked and she let out a small "Whoa. A little too hot." Clay made an adjustment and tried again. "Perfect. We should be ready."

She looked over to Clay and raised her eyebrows in inquiry. "I know it seems to work, but do you really think the Third Eye pulse makes a difference? And don't bull me, I was raised a Hindu, you know. My mom still wears her dot on the Third Eye."

"At first, I had trouble accepting this Third Eye aspect of the protocol," Clay admitted. "Yeah, I knew of its spiritual significance in Hindu, Buddhist and Kabbalah traditions, and even in yoga, chi-gong, karate, meditation and martial arts, but I still couldn't see its value. Then I read translations of some seven-hundred-year-old Rosicrucian documents. That's when I saw a physiological connection between the Third Eye and the pituitary and pineal glands. By stimulating the Third Eye with the pulses, I suspect the human body is induced to a higher state of focus through an injection of natural chemicals into the nervous system. I don't really understand it, but the scientists who developed it at Stanford Research Institute were a lot smarter than I am."

Shali responded, "I must have watched hundreds of past-life regression videos on YouTube. Every once in a while I'd see the PLR hypnotist lean over and push the subject's forehead when they wanted the subject to focus or dig deeper."

"You got it: pop the third eye. That's all we're doing."

A few minutes later, their Iqbal knocked on the hotel suite door. After introductions and a ten minute orientation in Arabic by Shali, they got him settled in the lounge chair. She then wired up the goggles, earphones and micro-pulse pads. Clay positioned himself five feet from the young accountant and began pressing buttons on a laptop control panel. The colored bars, lights and digital readouts flickered on and off in scanning, pulsing sequences.

Shali sat three feet to the side of the young subject, waiting for Clay's cue. Because the PLR sessions were conducted all over the globe, her prodigal fluency in seven languages proved invaluable.

Shali glanced at Clay and nodded. "Everything is in place. He seems comfortable and says he is ready to go."

Clay threw a switch and the control panel light labeled "RECORD" turned red.

"Test — one, two — " Strong signal readings displayed on the control panel sound meters. Bar graphs and meters on the laptop computer recording system in the next room pulsed alive with every spoken word.

"This is Clay Barton. It is 8:52 a.m. in Amman, Jordan, on the second of February. The subject for this past-life regression is Iqbal Al-Suhari, subject KC8273-VD5532; suspected soul is ID number SE49-5433. I am assisted by Shali Faisal as session facilitator and translator. The objective of the session is hypnosis and regression of the subject to previous lives. This will be followed by attempted transition to the life-between-lives realm for interaction with the soul. Because the subject has only agreed to one regression session, we will attempt direct interaction with the subject's soul, guide or other elder souls in the LBL of today's session. Subject is cooperative and understands the possible consequences of participating in this regression. PLR Protocol 75 is being used, as pre-regression hypnotic examination using PLR Protocol 14 revealed easy adaptation to Protocol 75. There are no indications that the subject will experience adverse or lingering side effects from the regression."

Clay started up a sequence of computerized processes on his console. He monitored feedback meters on the control panel as the computer in the next room pumped out digital signals to the various gadgets wired up to the young Jordanian. The Alpha sounds, video flashes and micro-pulse generator made different parts of Iqbal's body twitch in planned sequences as the computer ran through its initial preparations.

Several minutes later, the meters showed that Iqbal had reached a proper state of readiness. Clay nodded to Shali to begin the first hypnotic script. She spoke to Iqbal in Arabic, using a script from the four-inch-thick protocol binder. Each section of the binder was carefully tabbed, sub-tabbed and indexed with a letter-number system. Shali's hypnotic directions to Iqbal were slow and monotone with several-second pauses between each statement.

"Iqbal, you are feeling very relaxed and comfortable. Relax your entire body, one part at a time, as I direct you. Start at the top of your head. You can sense your hair, every strand of hair. Your hair is completely relaxed, and now you feel a tingling sensation in your scalp. The skin on top of your entire head is tingling with relaxation. Experience and enjoy the wonderful sensation as your head relaxes and releases all stress and tension."

Shali paused five seconds. "Your forehead is now completely relaxed. Relax those wrinkles on your forehead and make the skin lay flat. The wrinkles are disappearing as you relax. The wrinkles on your forehead are now gone. You feel a slow rush of warmth and a tingling sensation flowing down the side of your head, across your temple, slowly down across your ears like a warm flowing liquid, relaxing your every muscle, relieving you of every concern in the world. You have no worries, no problems, no feelings, no emotions — simply total relaxation."

Clay noticed Iqbal sink back deep in the lounge chair, his head turning slightly to the left. His neck twisted a bit to the right and then to the left as he experienced sensations he had probably never experienced before. He entered a deep level of hypnotic trance. Clay reviewed the monitors, dials and digital readouts. Having done regressions for five years, he could tell Iqbal was a good subject. He nodded to Shali to proceed.

Shali continued with more than five minutes of standard hypnotic techniques, pushing Iqbal deeper and deeper into the trance. Clay finally looked up from the meters and gauges and made a slight slicing motion with his hand. Iqbal was deep enough. If Shali continued, he could fall into a deep sleep and then the session would be over.

Clay made small adjustments to the intensity of the stimulation points and monitored the feedback on the meters. He grinned in silence as the protocol sequence shot small electronic shocks into Iqbal's body parts, causing them to twitch. He motioned for Shali to move forward to the next set of scripts.

She continued the regression in Arabic. "Iqbal, you will remember nothing from this session. During the session, you will feel no pain despite anything terrible you may see, hear or experience. You will remember nothing. You will not be physically or mentally hurt or injured during this session. Do you understand this?"

"Yes," he mumbled in Arabic.

"After the session, you will remember nothing that was said or experienced during the session. Nothing. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said in a more vibrant acknowledgment.

Clay watched the feeds anxiously. Within a few hours, they should know if this was the target he had been seeking for the last several years.

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A Note from the Author

Hypnotic past life regressions (PLR) is a well understood set of therapeutic protocols, yet can be controversial depending on one's belief systems.  If you do not believe in reincarnation or existence of souls outside of the body, just enjoy the fictional sci-fi nature of the storyline.

The CIA had many "black programs" in psychological warfare operations during the Cold War Era. Stanford Research Institute (SRI) was one of many research organizations involved in the highly controversial (often unknowing) experimental program call MK-Ultra.

After publishing fictional works on this theory, two people contacted the author that they had been subjects of past life regression hypnosis experiments at SRI as part of CIA's MK-Ultra in the 1960's.
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