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Author<\/h2>\nBob Frank<\/p>\n
Raised on an Iowa farm, Bob Frank spent his summer afternoons in corn fields daydreaming of adventures in faraway lands. At seventeen, while war raged in Southeast Asia, he joined the Army and graduated from West Point as an airborne paratrooper. But his years of duty were spent staring down Russian machine guns during the Cold War.<\/p>\n
He spent his next twenty years as a road warrior for an oil company traveling to every God forsaken corner of the world: Nigerian savannas, Saudi Arabian deserts, Sumatran jungles of Indonesia \u2014 and even Bakersfield, California. Always known for fantastic storytelling, Bob kept the office intrigued and rolling with laughter from his adventures. He finally ended his travels to deliver The Third Eye Trilogy.<\/p>\n
Bob previously used the pen name of Lynn Boston to shield his writing career from his role as a Vice President of a Fortune 500 company. No longer carrying that burden, he is now using his own name.<\/p>\n
Being a certified and registered hypnotherapist specializing in past life regressions, he is able to write from both the viewpoint of both a practitioner and a subject.<\/p>\n
As a member of the Board of Directors of the International Association of Near Death Studies (IANDS), he strives to help people who have died and come back \u201cfrom the other side.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bob lives in Phoenix, Arizona.<\/p>\n
In this fast-moving mystery\/thriller, Clay Barton and Shali Faisal seek ancient documents hidden since the beginning of recorded time–documents that could forever change the course of human history.<\/p>\n
By using secret CIA parapsychology techniques for reincarnation based past life regression, they finally locate this treasure trove of ancient knowledge. But this is not before a harrowing journey that takes them around the world.<\/p>\n
Now is the time to reveal the secrets, but a dangerous and unknown force is trying to stop their efforts. This thought-provoking and suspenseful reincarnation thriller may make you think about the world and events in a new and perhaps disturbing way. Book 2 of the Trilogy, The Eye’s Revelation, is available on Amazon as an ebook or paperback.<\/p>\n
Why Buy This Book:
\n\u2022 5 Star Reviews on 5 Continents
\n\u2022 Thought provoking as well as action packed reading
\n\u2022 Unique in merging multiple genres; mystery, thriller, suspense, literary, historical and religious<\/p>\n
Is it Right for Me?<\/p>\n
Absolutely. A mystery\/ thriller built on the principles of reincarnation and hypnotherapeutic regressions appeal to those of most Eastern philosophies because of their view toward those concepts. If you question or do not believe in the possibility of reincarnation, then simply read the Trilogy as an enjoyable book of science fiction, time-travel, zombies or Harry Potter.<\/p>\n
Either way, it is fiction, so please sit back, sip on a cup of tea and enjoy the adventure.<\/p>\n
Readers Compare Through the Third Eye to:
\n\u2022 Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code & Angels and Demons
\n\u2022 The Indiana Jones adventure series
\n\u2022 The Torah Codes and the Bible Codes<\/p>\n
Background on the Third Eye Trilogy:<\/p>\n
Nearly six years of research went into Book 1 of Third Eye Trilogy. Much of that was garnering details on the historical characters portrayed through the possibility of reincarnation. The author scoured documented historical details to make interconnections between historical figures across thousands of years.<\/p>\n
He also conducted extensive research on hypnotic regression techniques used by psychologists, psychiatrists and therapist in their practices. This laid a foundation for the techniques used by Clay and Shali to find their secrets. The author personally visited many of the geographical settings portrayed in the story to ensure a high degree of accuracy for the reader’s benefit.<\/p>\n
Chapter 1<\/p>\n
Amman, Jordan<\/p>\n
Shali pulled back her long black hair, revealing her smooth, golden-brown Indian complexion. She glanced over at the out-of-place, middle-aged American man strolling beside her. \u201cDo you think we\u2019ll get the right Iqbal today?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clay responded, \u201cI don\u2019t know. We\u2019ve done Iqbal Al-Subari and Iqbal Al-Suwari, but neither were the right target. They had the wrong name, wrong incarnation, wrong soul. It sure would be nice to get more precise information on our subjects, but no such luck this time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe obviously didn\u2019t get an accurate family name for our Iqbal from the regression of the woman in Jakarta. She had that lisp, which threw off my transcription of the name. You\u2019ve told me a hundred times that we are bound by the body through which they see the world. So this time we were limited by her impaired pronunciation of a name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clay and Shali continued walking down the busy main street in Amman toward their rustic hotel in the old section of town. The early morning air was crisp and pungent with the sharp smell of cooking spices and fried breads. Having just finished breakfast at a side-street cafe, they were returning to set up the hotel suite for the morning\u2019s past-life regression session.<\/p>\n
Clay said, \u201cIf today\u2019s Iqbal isn\u2019t the right one, we\u2019ve got three more Iqbal Al-Subari-Suwari-Suhari\u2019s in their mid-twenties to go through. But today, I feel positive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe problem with today\u2019s Iqbal is that he is only giving us one session. We\u2019ve got three days of regression work to cram into one day, so we will have a problem if he is the right guy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll just have to move fast,\u201d Clay said, quickly adding, \u201cYou\u2019ve got to keep us on track.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shali replied, \u201cOr we pay him more to get another day of regressions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, I\u2019ll triple his fee if he is the one we\u2019re looking for. Quadruple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we find those secret treasures you believe exist, then money shouldn\u2019t be a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clay hesitated for a moment as they walked into the hotel lobby. He looked at Shali and said, \u201cBut you know it\u2019s not about money. I already made my millions doing this regression stuff. I could make many millions more. I\u2019m just after those secrets. I want them for what they are, or might be \u2014 not for some monetary value. But at this point we don\u2019t even know what they are exactly, and we certainly don\u2019t know what they are worth. If the secrets really are some kind of advanced knowledge, we need to bring them out to better this world we live in. It could sure use some help.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shali nodded her head in acknowledgment as they walked up the stairs to the second floor hall that led to their suite. With Clay behind her, she unlocked the door to the suite. Suddenly there was a crashing sound in the room. As she pushed open the door, they saw a man dressed in local Arab garb dashing across the dimly lit room.<\/p>\n
Realizing they were being robbed, Clay pushed Shali aside and darted towards the dark figure. He tackled the thief mid-waist, several feet from the open balcony door where the man had been attempting to make his escape. The two tumbled and rolled across the floor, slugging and beating each other like grade-school bullies.<\/p>\n
Shali flicked on the lights and screamed down the hallway for help, using several Middle Eastern languages. Clay was on top of the perpetrator, swinging as hard as he could at his opponent\u2019s face. His years of training in the army helped him gain the edge, but that training was not able to stop the knee that sharply jabbed into his crotch. He let out a loud yelp and leaped almost straight into the air before buckling and falling on top of the man.<\/p>\n
Shali grabbed a metal floor lamp and slashed it across the thief\u2019s shoulder as he pushed out from under Clay. The bloodied thief let out his own yelp and scrambled on his knees towards the open balcony with Shali swinging the lamp in close pursuit. He turned back to Shali and yelled out in a Middle-Eastern tongue.<\/p>\n
Clay moaned and tried to get back on his feet, as the thief and Shali remained at a stand-off. She stood firm with a wildly swinging floor lamp while the perpetrator stood on the edge of the balcony lecturing her as if the entire episode was her fault.<\/p>\n
The thief suddenly turned and vaulted over the balcony onto the hood of a parked car below. As the car\u2019s alarm blared with ear-piercing beeps, Shali dropped the lamp and pulled Clay back to his feet. Both ran to the edge of the balcony and watched with adrenaline-pumped tremors as the thief ran off down the street, still looking back to yell his chastisements.<\/p>\n
In less than a minute, the hotel security guards and manager ran into their suite, expressing concern and promising action. Clay and Shali surveyed their equipment and materials but found nothing missing. Clay discussed the matter with the hotel manager, and they agreed not to involve the local authorities at this time. That would only complicate their stay. However, the manager agreed to post two twenty-four-hour security guards \u2014 one in the street below and one in the hallway outside their room \u2014 for the remainder of their stay. While they were speaking, two maids arrived to clean up the broken lamp, tables and glasses.<\/p>\n
Shali and Clay freshened up in their own rooms and then met back at the suite. After pouring a cup of sweet, spiced tea for each of them, Clay said, \u201cOur Iqbal shows up in thirty minutes. Considering what just happened, should we be doing this regression today?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you\u2019re okay, then I think we\u2019ll be alright,\u201d Shali responded. \u201cWe\u2019re only going to get one shot at him, and he has already taken the day off of work. We can\u2019t risk losing him, so let\u2019s just do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Clay sat for a moment sipping his tea and finally said, \u201cFortunately, we must have walked in on this thief shortly after he got into the room. He didn\u2019t have a chance to take anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave Clay a look of contemplation. \u201cI don\u2019t think he was here to steal anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean? He was going to rob us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so. I think he just wanted to know what we were up to.\u201d Looking puzzled, Clay said, \u201cHow do you know? What was he was yelling at you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Shali took a deep breath. \u201cIt was confusing. He was yelling in Hebrew, but he had a heavy Palestinian \u2014 or maybe an ethnic Jordanian \u2014 accent. I couldn\u2019t tell for sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
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