This is an extract from the preface to my book, Deception People, where Dr. Carlton Faber, a neurological specialist, and a graduate of King’s College at the London School of Medicine, is lecturing a group of students on the subject of who we are:
“We just stepped across a threshold which is a quagmire – where some believe we are a soul, while others believe we have a soul, while others believe we are just mud and when we die, we return to being mud. So, for the purpose of this talk, let us not confuse the issue with semantics, significances, or religious ideology – we are speaking about science here, not belief systems, and science is about observable and provable facts.” He waves his hand across the room. ‘How many people here have experienced this scenario: you are sitting in a restaurant, a pub, on the metro, somewhere, and you suddenly become aware that someone is looking at you? You cannot see the person, but you sense that someone in the crowd is looking at you?’
Many in the audience raise their hands or nod.
‘On a purely physical level there is no scientific reason you should have had any perception of that person. Our bodies are, according to authoritative sources, are not tuned to such a frequency, whatever it is, and yet, you turn your head and sure enough a stranger is watching you from across the room. What is that?’
He pauses to let it sink in.
‘We tend to relegate this phenomenon to something called the Sixth Sense – in other words, it does not classify as a normal body perception such as taste, smell or tactile – it is something different, something quite inexplicable. In fact, I have no doubt that there are men in this very audience right now who have gawked at a pretty lady, somewhere, only to feel chagrin when she suddenly turned to look right at you. How did she know that you were admiring her? What is the perceptible energy that causes two people to perceive one another under completely tacit and intangible circumstances?’
‘Science has no explanation for it. It is just casually dismissed as another “sense,” the “paranormal” – what have you, because it does not fit into any neat paradigm.”
‘But you see, any scientist worth his salt cannot, will not, dismiss discrepancies which do not fit into his or her formulas. If an engineer, building the bridges across which millions must safely cross every year, simply dismissed small inexplicable details which they could not explain, we would have structures collapsing all around us. They cannot afford the luxury of casual dismissal – and in my mind, neither can we when it comes to explaining our existence.’
He turns and points to the projection on the screen.
‘We evaluated this further and discovered that the pineal gland does respond to a force which cannot be measured based on pure mechanical energy. Our research, so far, suggests that there is a force, quite separate from the body, which coexists within or outside the body, a type of energy which tends to channel in the direction of the pineal gland. Call it the spirit, the soul, the existential life-force, the Unquantifiable – whatever floats your boat – something else is there in the mix and it does not measure up on the same scales of quantifiability that science is accustomed to using. We have not yet established how the pineal gland translates or interprets this energy, but our research reveals so far that the interaction of this force with the pineal results in neuropathic signals which then travel into the body – resulting in the manifestations we take for granted, such as walking, moving our arms, speaking, et al.’
He pauses.
‘Sadly, we are hampered by limitations in technology. If you consider the refined nature of the electromagnetic waves which interact with your phone every day, with that CPU within it, imagine then how refined this energy must be which is capable of being detected by the pineal gland and reinterpreted into synaptic commands which are then passed through the neuro-highways of your body? How fine must that energy be that our own understanding of quantum mechanics does not yet permit us to measure its existence with finite accuracy?’
“And…” he raises a finger to the air, “if we are souls, or whatever semantic version of that concept you accept, then the very essence of who we are, its unquantifiability as a force, and yet one so powerful that it can build whole civilizations and send people into space, and yet, remains largely undetectable, remains the mystery of all mysteries.”
Dr. Faber paused to let his words sink in.
‘Adding to this research, we conducted experiments using numerous human corpses. We discovered, as have others before us, that at the precise instant of body death something vacates its vicinity. . While there is a measurable, although very tiny amount of brain activity which goes on after death and even some cellular activity, purely on a level of plasmic shut down – something else has left the scene. It is quantifiable. When you compare that to a living person, and you measure the degree of energy, however minute, which exists within the cranium, and even around it, it suggests that another presence is there – one which no longer is present when the shell, the body, expires.’
He smiles and holds up a tiny microchip between his thumb and forefinger.
‘If we can develop this, a microchip which is capable of such sensitivity that it can pluck out from the billions of wavelengths circling the globe, the precise and exact algorithms which you have just requested of it each time you press a button – why wouldn’t that paradigm exist within the human brain? A functionality, an organ, which is sensitive to a specific type of wavelength, one that is so small, and yet, so powerful, that it can be interpreted into the commands which we use to interact with our body and the world around us?’
He makes a dismissive flick of his hand.
‘Of course, we could just cast this off as another theory and stay the course with the popular ones – but it is my belief that by holding to such ideas that we are enabling a regressive mentality – much the same as those who believe the world is flat, despite ample evidence to the contrary. And I have yet to see a Petri dish with a sampling of the human brain, on its own, without any outside influence, vocalize a thought, or pick up a paint brush and create a masterpiece, or author a poem. It is just cellular goop – and without something to tell that goop what to do, it remains goop.’
He points at the screen, bringing a montage of faces up to view.
“The credibility of any scientific discovery is when it starts to answer other questions and unknowns. Let us take the subject of past lives, for instance. Scientific authorities are not comfortable speaking about or even giving credence to past lives because it unsettles extant theories they use or are pitching. Try to convince the pharmaceutical industry of past lives and they will definitely recommend Prozac or such – because it unsettles their platform, that we are just goop; and by fixing our goop we are better. But, to countless thousands, if not even millions of people, past lives are a reality, and there are documented accounts on record, details which cannot be discarded to a pile called “paranormal” just because they do not fit into existing scientific explanations, supporting the veracity of past lives.” He presses the laser-pointer and brings up a picture of a young boy. “This boy,” he points, “at the age of six, started drawing pictures, detailed pictures of battle scenes, with planes and warships. When his parents asked him about it, he told them he was a pilot during World War II, while pointing to his drawings and identifying the names of other pilots he claimed were in his squadron. The parents accepted it as mere imagination, but over several years, the boy’s obsession reached a point where the parents decided to look into the matter, and to their shock, the name he referred to, as his past-life self during a battle he claimed to have waged over the South Pacific, and the names of his comrades in his squadron, all checked out. The details of the battle he described, without having himself studied it, checked out. They even contacted Japanese authorities to verify certain details about the battle which were not documented by American historians, and once again, to their shock, the Japanese confirmed every detail. In short, the boy’s story, of their heroic battle, which ended in the deaths of himself and his fellow pilots, was fact, not fiction, and a ceremony was eventually conducted by Japanese authorities to help acknowledge the battle.”
Dr. Faber turned to the group. “Amazingly, when the boy received full acknowledgement of the veracity of his past life experience, he stopped talking about it and went on to live a “normal” life.” He smiled. “This story is one of countless on record, where people have demonstrated that past lives is a reality, and certainly not paranormal.”
He picked up a thick sheaf and waved it at them.
‘Our research, though not complete, demonstrably proves two things. There is a force, or energy, operating within or around the human body, which emanates from outside the brain itself – and this force disappears at or around the time of body death. That is an unequivocal fact – one that is not explained by any scientific paradigm. Secondly, the focal point of this energy is the pineal gland. How that energy exactly interacts, and how the pineal translates it into the physical manifestations within the body, suggests that there is an interface of some sort – like the chip in your phone – subject to more research.’
He drops the sheaf of papers to the podium with a thud. ‘It is an amazing discovery – one which will inevitably lead to even greater ones.’
Faber pressed the remote causing a large question mark to appear on the screen.
‘Philosophers and even the Ancients before us, possessing no apparent technology with which to prove their ideas, knew about the pineal gland, and they referred to it as, the “Third Eye” or the “Seat of the Soul.” Why did they think that? Did they know something we do not?’
He paused to look at the audience.
‘Thank you.’
No one believed him. In fact, they wanted to shut him up because of what he knew so they locked him away in a high-security mental institution. Troy Evans tripped across something he wasn't supposed to know about, in fact, no one was, until the day it happened - an event that would make 9/11 look like a Sunday stroll in the park. One person however, his psychiatrist, eventually realizes that Troy isn't mentally deranged as the authorities claimed - and at that moment, they become the most hunted people in America as they try to find someone who will listen before it is too late.
"Deception People. Telling the truth can be fatal, is the first of a series of books that is a well written, intriguing, action-packed thriller with a supernatural twist that I thoroughly enjoyed. If you like Patriot Games and The Bourne Identity, I recommend this book."
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