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Dammit!”
he banged his desk.
    “ You need me, Dr. Hart. Don’t be alarmed by my
presence ,” he heard this
time.
    Hart shot up
confused, wondering if to answer or not. He looked around but there
was no one, except a voice that came from within.
    “ You’re attempting an impossible mission. Listen to
me .”
    “ Who the
hell are you?” he found himself saying.
    “ I’ve come from far to help you. I know you want to find the
universal mind. I could’ve come in your dreams but you’re such a
stubborn man, you would’ve ignored them .”
    “ Wh…what’s this? Where’re you from?”
    “ Oh, I hop around the heavens .”
    “ You’re a
time traveller?”
    “ I’ve been doing it for some time. It was easy to hone your
frequency. I’ve come to help you find the base of creation. You’ve
been struggling for years, haven’t you? ”
    “ How
d’you know that?”
    “ I know a lot of things about you. I also know you’re on the
right track .”
    “ I
am?”
    “ Yes, by suggesting humans have an inner realm. Please try
and get accustomed to me. I’m here to guide you. You’re not really
listening, are you? People need to know the truth, Hart. Don’t you
think so? ”
    “ My
problem is a universal force.”
    The voice
sighed. “ It
has been a problem for ages and for everybody, hasn’t
it? ”
    “ But,
it’s in our realm of matter. It has to be.”
    “ Of course it is. The realm empowers the human mind. I
know. ”
    “ So, how
do I find it?”
    “ Be patient! You will .”
    “ I
will?”
    “ Yes, and don’t be alarmed by my presence again. I’ll be
back soon. So, bye for now .”
    The voice
disappeared. He felt as if he’d been thrust into space as time
stood still. It was like drama in a fantasy novel, he thought. Yet,
it wasn’t. It was real, as real as the sun and it left him with an
unexpected sense of calm. He didn’t need to run or hide. Someone
from another time and place spoke to him. In his usual fashion,
Hart decided to be blasé about it. Paranormal events weren’t that
uncommon. Ghandi, Newton, Descartes and Beethoven all had them. It
was a natural ability that was eroded by Man’s evolution. Humans
had no concept of their realm and its capabilities.
    He thought of
the power of human potential witnessed over the years. Edgar Cayce
had prophesied for forty-three years and predicted the collapse of
communism among his many prophecies. Cayce had said a lot of things
while in a trance, as if his sub-conscience was accessing
information from the realm. Hundreds of years ago, devout
alchemists had healed people. The mystical hermits of Egypt drew
water from rocks. They too had meditated for long periods, tapping
into the realm to achieve their goals.
    “ 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