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Hibbin Fryley, IV, 17 years old, high school student

Mora Perham, 17 years old, high school student, girl friend of Hibbin

Amlot Limburg, licensed Alabama psychiatrist

Eun Jung, 19 years old, college student

Dalir Noor, 19 years old, college student, friend of Eun

Cloquette Rockford, 17 years old, high school student

Rice Hennipin, 17 years old high school student, friend of Cloquette

Present day and time

August 12th Friday

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight and scattered clouds

Birmingham Mall location

City of Birmingham within US State of Alabama

01:01 pm

A tall, sexy female with a head of long black hair, a tone of dark brown skin color, and a pair of brown eyeballs strolled through the open down that was held by the pimple-faced teen male outside the Birmingham Mall. The crook of her two elbows carried numerous colorful bags of items. She stared ahead at the illegal parked silver tinted limousine on the curve and ignored the nice teen male that opened the door for her person.

The tall, slender female with a head of short black hair, a tone of black skin color, and a pair of brown eyeballs strolled behind the first teenager with one bag of items through the open archway, nodding to the nice male teen. "Thank you for opening the door! You are so kind! God bless!" The male nodded in silence and then entered into the mall setting, shopping for his mother.

The first female teen continued to march ahead approaching a male. On the side wall, a homeless man in filthy rags of red, purple, and yellow different patterns and styles of clothing hugged the wall and smiled at the tall, pretty female, extending a dirty palm. "Do ya got a dollar, lady, for an old man?"

She halted with a huff and turned with a sneer, "First, get a bath and then get a job. I work for my money. The Holy Bible says that you should work for your food. So, go and work for your food! Do not get your food from me. No! I do not give my money away to losers." She returned back with a huff, marched ahead towards her transport, and then stopped, dropping down all the bags of expensive designer clothes on top of the vanilla colored concrete pavement, staring at the black interior rear compartment. She sneered at her paid driver, who held the door open for his employer. " You're late! Now, I'm late. I must be at the party in..."

The second female teen moved ahead with a smile, stopped beside the homeless man, and pulled out a twenty dollar bill from her non-designer handbag, handing down to the homeless man with a nod. "There you go! Enjoy, sir!"

He accepted the money with a smile and stared up at her. "God bless you!"

"God bless you, too, sir!" She stood upright with a smile and strolled ahead, ducking down her bone skull without hitting the rooftop, entering into the same rear compartment on the limousine.

Inside the rear seat, the first teen female sat on the opposite side with a pair of crossed arms, sneering at her friend. Why do you insist upon doing that?"

The second female bounced over the leather seat and settled a few feet from the door. The door closed shut by the hired driver. Then she turned and smiled at her friend, "What am I doing that do you not insist upon, Cloquette?"

Cloquette continued to sneer at her best friend. "Why do you give away your mother's money to those homeless people? They run off and buy whiskey and drugs. Then, they get drunk and stoned becoming sober with a headache and then do it again. You are hopeless teen as my sophisticated friend."

She nodded with a smile to her friend, "First, my mother and my father encourage me to give away their monies. Almighty God has blessed them with abundance of riches. I like giving away money and gifts to deserving peoples. The giving act makes me feel happy. I like to feel happy. And if that homeless man uses my money for something else beside food, then that is none of my business."

The driver had finished loading the grounded bags of clothes into the rear trunk, sliding down into the driver's seat, slowly driving away from the Birmingham Mall towards his employer's house in silence.

Inside the rear compartment, Cloquette uncrossed her arms and exhaled with annoyance, "Rice..." She laughed out loud. "Why in the universe did your parents name you that silly noun of rice. Rice is a seed from grass that is used in breakfast cereals," she frowned at her friend. "And I hate eating soggy rice breakfast cereals. When are you going to grow up and act like an adult in the adult work?"

"When are you going to grow up and act nice to each kid, adult, and animal within this adult work, Cloquette?"

Cloquette frowned and then clapped with a smile. "I told about this great party that's happening, this evening."

"I can't go."

She sneered."What! I told you about this great party that's happening, this evening on last week."

"And I told you that I have a set of advanced plans this evening on last week. I cannot attend your party."

She frowned. "Then cancel your plans. And it's not my party. It's a very special event. You can't miss it."

"Yes, I can."

She sneered. "No, you can't."

Rice exhaled with annoyance. "Cloquette, thank you for the invitation. But I am spending time with my family members, this evening."

She waved both of her arms in the air and nodded with a smile. "It's Saturday night, the night of teens. We go out and party and enjoy the night light until early dusk..."

"You can do that when your parents are home. My parents are home too and do not allow me to stay out until dusk. If I party all night, then I will miss the church service tomorrow morning. I sing in the church's choir. I like to sing beautiful songs for my parents, and the people, and to God. Singing makes Almighty God happy and me happy, too."

She smiled with a wink. "This is a great party, a once in a life time event. I have made reservations for us for weeks. And I had to pay through the nose for these two tickets. Please come with me! You will not be disappointed. I promise," laughing.

Rice shook her curls with a sad brow. "I am very sorry, Cloquette. I am spending time with my family, this Saturday night. This is a planned family event. And I shared that information with you, last week, also. And I am sorry that you have paid in advance for my expensive ticket, but I cannot attend tonight. Maybe, we can attend at a future date. But I will reimburse you all the monies for my ticket," she reached down into her handbag, looking for cash to repay Cloquette.

Cloquette turned and stared at the window, sneering with annoyance, "Forget it! The ticket is paid for. So, I will go alone and enjoy myself. Maybe finding a new friend as you are a lousy friend without good taste and great style. Take soggy Rice Cereal back to her house, first, driver!"

Rice continued to smile and placed a wad of cash money on top of the empty space between her and Cloquette. Rice did not believe Cloquette. Any cool party was free of charge to attend. However, Rice did not want to insult her friend and paid for the pretend ticket, keeping the peace for the moment.

Cloquette always reacted badly like a child when she didn't get her way. Tomorrow, they would remain a pair of best friends again and go shopping, after the church services.

The limousine traveled at a steady pace and headed towards Rice's house first, passing a yellow tinted church on the street.

Inside the church of beige walls and stained glass windows, on the second pew of dark wood, a female teen kneeled down on top of the floor and cupped both of her hands, bowing her chin down towards the floor also. She held a petite body frame that displayed a head of short black colored hair, a tone of olive tinted skin, and a pair of green colored eyes, wearing a dull and dirty white covered tee shirt with numerous brown and green food stains from feeding her two parents their lunch meal, a pair of torn and repaired tan colored walking shorts, and a set of worn brown colored sandals. Each sandal contained a naked feet without a single painted toenail. She was nineteen years old, in her second year of college, and named Eun Jung. She was an immigrant along with her family that came from the country of Korea.

And Eun was alone inside the church gallery.

She softly whispered her prayer with a set of rolling tears of worry, "Dear Heavenly Father, Brother Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and all of my heavenly angels, please help me! I am working a part-time job for money, going to college for a better life, and taking care of my two invalid parents that are confided in a wheel chair. They have some unknown illness and can't work to pay our rent and food. We are receiving government food and monies, but it is not enough. It is never enough. I don't understand any of this. I am only child and nineteen years old. I have never been on a fun date with a nice boy. I wanna be a normal teenager. Why I am being punished here?" She looked up with a pair of blurry eyeballs, seeing double vision on each object while hissing at the forward wall that held the golden painted statue of Jesus. "I do not deserve this. I do not deserve this punishment. I am a good person. Please heal my parents, so they can get up from that wheel chair and go to work, making a living for us. Please, please, help me! Amen!"

A cupped hand reached out and tapped down on her collar bone.

She jumped upright from the floor with a gasp and spun around with a hiss, sneering at the priest and then faked a smile, whispering softly. "Father!"

He cupped his hand into his chest and as his smiled turned into a worried brow, "My child, I have seen you kneeling right here at that second church pew for three weeks. Is there anything that I can assist you with?"

She exhaled with a nod. "My parents, they are very sick. They live in a wheel chair, each. The physicians do not know the cause of their constant aches and pains, but they keep trying to discover their illness. Right now, they cannot work..."

"You can apply for federal government assistance. We live in the great country of America. The federal government helps all that needs their daily bread and water," he softly chuckled with a nod.

She nodded back. "I have. I am receiving a monthly government check and live in a free place and get monthly food stamps, and other free items that helps with our living expenses. And I am attending college. I am a sophomore at the local university. And the federal government is paying for my college free of charge also."

He nodded with a smile. "Well, to me, it sounds like Almighty God has got you covered with food, shelter, and blessings..."

"Blessings!" She sneered at the nice priest. "This ain't a blessing. This is a curse. I work a part-time job for extra monies to pay for all the other items that the government does not give my sick parents and my person. And I attend college classes in-between my paid job duties. And I take care of my two parents throughout the day and night, who can't work either. I do everything for them and me ..."

"Then you must be thankful and count all your blessings," he nodded with a smile. "Almighty God has blessed you with strength, vigor, wisdom, and health. There are numerous people living in the world that do not possess one of those awesome human traits. In the Book of Philippians, Chapter 4, Verse 19 states that Almighty God will supply all your needs. Go and be blessed, my child!"

Eun slowly scooted around the priest with a huff and wore a sour frown of angry and defeat, swiftly strolling down the long church aisle, looking down at the clean floor. She whispered for her eardrums only, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Go and be busy! Go and be alone! Go and be nothing! Go and be gone!" She exited through the open archway in blindness and slammed into an upright figure, back stepping with a sneer, yelling out loud "Hey!"

On top of the yellow brick, the upright figure reached out and pointed at the church, nodding with a smile to Eun. "Hey, Eun! I thought I might find out here."

She exhaled with annoyance. The upright figure was a college student from her second year English literature class who enjoyed talking with her during class time and he happened to work at the same restaurant for extra monies also.

She faked a smile. "Why are you here at the church in front of me, Dalir? What do you want from me here at the church, Dalir?"

Dalir Noor was a short teen male of nineteen years old, displaying a head of brown colored hair a pair of blue eyes, and a tone of pale skin. He attended college as a sophomore student also. He smiled. "I stopped by our work place a few minutes ago. You and I are not on the work schedule for tonight. And there are no college classes tonight, either. I wanted you to come with me to that special event at Sloss Furnaces. Do you know about the Sloss Furnaces?" She frowned in silence.

He nodded with a grin. "Sloss Furnaces was a coal-feeding, iron-producing company which was established in the year 1881. The company was founded by Colonel James Sloss to promote the railroad industry here in the South. The company built two furnace tall at 60 feet and 18 feet for steel production that still stand rusty iron looking tall in downtown Birmingham. Due to exceed air pollution, the company closed its door in the year 1971.

"Now, it is a historical monument with day and nightly tours of the buildings and grounds. The complex hold metal art classes, food festivals, education programs, weddings and musical concerts there also. During the Halloween season, the place morphs into a haunted site for ghost lovers and vampire parties," he laughed. "During the peak of heated operations at the operational and active Sloss Furnaces, the graveyard shift foreman was a really mean individual, under his work supervision, 47 furnace workers lost their lives and countless other workers were badly injured due to numerous work accidents and a minor explosion of fire and metal pieces. However, karma is great. In the month of October, at midnight on the thirteenth, in the year 1906, the same night foreman fell down from the edge of the furnace tower and then soared downwards through the air waves, landing down inside a giant pool of melting iron ore. His human body of flesh, bones, and blood melted quickly into nothingness within half-a-second. The legend states that all the furnace workers were driven with exhaustion and hate, seeking revenge and fed him to the furnace. Well, that foreman died by flesh, not by spirit. The ghost of the foreman continues to glide around interior building and every furnace while the employed workers heard the sound of a screaming male or felt a pair of invisible hands on their back spine."

She shook her black tinted pixie haircut with a confused brow. "What is special event at the Sloss Furnaces, a ghost story?"

"On every thirteen of the month, some real working witch that lives in metro city Birmingham performs some of her magic tricks there inside the iron belly at Sloss Furnaces. It is a magical and fun time for all, but the seating is reserved and limited. However, I got us a pair of reserved seats ..."

"I cannot pay you money for my reserved seat, Dalir."

He smiled with a nod. "Relax! You're so tense and uptight."

She sneered. "I cannot pay you back the monies for the reserve seat, Dalir. I don't have any monies to pay your back for the reserve seat. And I need to see if I can work tonight. I really need the money..."

"You really need a day off from work, classes, and your parents, Eun. Hey! I am your friend here. Anyways, each seat is reserved, limited, and free of charge. No money is paid or collected to me or by the living witch, only her free entertainment for some nighttime fun and adventure. Do you believe in ghosts or witches?" He laughed with a head nod. "I do not. Anyone can go and see the witch on any thirteenth of the month as long as you reserved your butthole in a seat. That's all! So, are you brave enough to survive the adventure?"

She exhaled with a smile. "Well, if my seat is free of charge and I don't have to pay your any monies. Well, I guess I can go with you. Yeah, I guess that I'm brave enough. What time do we arrive at Sloss Furnaces for the witch act?"

"We don't arrive to the Sloss Furnace location until a few minutes before midnight. At midnight, the day is August the thirteenth. So, I will come by and pick you up at 11:30 pm today. Is that okay with you?" Dalir spun around with a smile and pointed towards his parked older model blue colored automobile which was across the city street from the church parking lot. "Do you wanna ride back home? I'm going that way."

"Yeah, that'll be great," Eun moved beside him and stared at his car with a smile.

They slowly stepped off the vanilla colored concrete and touched the gray tinted city pavement with their big toe at the same time as a roaring, tall, yellow tinted pickup truck blasted its car horn, sounding with a loud bong. They swiftly hopped back onto the concrete and turned to view the tail gate, gasping in shock at the rude truck driver.

Inside the cab of the pickup truck, in the front passenger seat, the pretty teen female with the blonde hair and green eyes turned and sneered at her boyfriend. "Hibbin, you almost killed the young couple who were crossing the city street from the church parking lot." She wore an orange tinted sundress and a pair of matching sandals.

Hibbin was a seventeen years old high school senior at Birmingham High, driving his yellow colored pickup truck, wearing a pair of tan colored walking shorts, a black colored tee shirt, and a pair of tan colored flip-flops, saying with loud laughter. "Naw, honey! They saw me. You can't miss me. And they are an ugly couple, not cute like us."

She returned back to view the front windshield and his wild driving, gasping in alarm, holding onto the door handle. "Please, slow down your speed. The speed limit is 35 miles-per-hour, not 77 miles-per-hour."

"I'll only doing 60 miles-per-hour on the open roadway, Mora. There ain't a car or cat or bat near us. And if I was going 77 miles-per-hour, then I'd be at your house already," he continued to drive at high speeds and laughed out loud.

Mora was a seventeen year old senior student at Birmingham High School also and as her mental thoughts wondered if she would live to see the sunrise tomorrow. Her eyeballs darted to the side and as she frowned with worry, staring at the object, pointing at the windshield. "Hey! Do you see that stalled pickup truck on the side of the road, Hibbin? We should stop and help that man? We are here and have the time and have the resources."

"Naw!" He passed the stalled automobile and laughed out loud. "I have my marching orders to get you back home. Then I gotta get back home and get ready before the start of the football game. All of my friends and family members are coming over for the special event. Do you wanna come with me? I can ask permission from your parents for you to stay at my house."

She looked back over her collar bone and stared with sadness at the man with the stalled truck, "You are really sweet to me, Hibbin. But I will see the football game with my folks," she returned back and viewed the road, where Hibbin continued to drive at high speeds on the same road, barely slowing down, turning onto her street. She said. "We are going to visit my grandparents for the afternoon. They enjoy seeing their grandchildren, before they die."

He frowned. "That's a morbid and mentally sad thought, darling!"

She nodded with a smile and stared at each house on her neighbor street, "A single death act is a natural event for every human, Hibbin. I am just facing each day with that fact and living the bestest that I can with Almighty God, Brother Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and all of my heavenly angels as my guide in goodness and righteousness."

He slapped the brakes on his truck and dropped the speed down into zero miles per hour, slowly turning and coasting over the paved driveway of orange brick, stopping the truck, without killing the engine. He leaned over and kissed her lips, pulling back with a wink. "And that's why I love you so much, Mora."

She smiled with love. "I love you, too, Hibbin."

"We are finally a pair of seniors. This is our last year here at Birmingham High. Next year, me and you will be in college, studying our eyeballs out and graduating with a degree in four years. Then we finally get married. I start to work for my daddy and take over his company in about five or six years. And you will have our first son."

She giggled. "We might have our first daughter..."

"Naw! We will have a baby son with blonde hair and green eyeballs like his mama and his daddy," he leaned over for a kiss, when his wondering eyeball caught the movement. He flipped his face and viewed the next door neighbor. "Who's that?"

Mora leaned around his torso and smiled through the windshield. "O! That's our neighbor, Mr. Kanaday."

Kanaday was a tall and slender elderly man with a head of gray colored cropped hair, a tone of pale skin, and a pair of blue eyeballs, wearing a pair of white dirty walking shorts, a pair of white sneakers, and a brown colored tee shirt.

Inside the cab truck, seventeen year old high school student Hibbin continued to stare at the commotion in front of the house. "Who's that in the wheel chair?" The young adult male wore a short-sleeved dark blue shirt with the American flag and a pair of tan walking shorts with an amputated leg below the kneecap and a single white athletic sneaker with a white tinted ankle sock.

"O! That's his son. His son has returned back from the war overseas. He had an incident and lost his leg below the knee."

"After the football game is done and we have won, again, I'll come back and take you to the special event for today."

She frowned at the windshield, "What is the special event for today with you?"

He smiled at the two people through the windshield. "Today is August, the twelfth. Every midnight at Sloss Furnaces location, there is a witch hunt..."

"I do believe there is a ghost hunt, every midnight on the thirteenth of each month there at the Sloss Furnaces. I have heard of that scared thing also. I don't like that a group of mean humans try and hunt down a pod of flying ghosts. I don't wanna see a he-ghost, Hibbin."

He continued to stare at the young adult, "But...but it is a special event..."

"I have heard about that witch hunt. I don't wanna go ever, darling. I do not like witches and ghosts."

He frowned at the commotion. "I can't figure it out. What are they doing?"

"Mr. Kanaday is slowly building a wooden ramp for his son to move the wheel chair in and out from the house."

He frowned. "Well, they should call in a set of professional wood builders. They're going to get hurt,"

Hibbin spun around with a smile and winked at her, leaning down, kissing her lips. He pulled back and smacked his lips with a grin. "I like the taste of you and your cherry favored lip gloss. Well, since you don't wanna go and see the ghosts, I am going to take my best friend Dinker. I always get permission from my lady, before I adventure outside without her presence. Is that okay, Mora?"

She nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's okay and fine with me. But, please, leave your hand pistol in the truck ..."

"You can't shoot a he-ghost with a flying bullet, anyways. I will thinking of you, but my eyeballs will be hunting for a ghost at Sloss Furnaces. I love you, baby!" He leaned down and kissed her lips, pulling back with a smile, smacking his wet lips again.

She smiled. "I love you, Hibbin!"

Hibbin turned and opened the driver's door, sliding off the seat, racing around the front bumper of his truck. He stopped beside the passenger door, opening her door with a smile.

Mora slid out and waved goodbye to Hibbin. "I love you, Hibbin! Have a safe drive and enjoy the football game." She slowly moving ahead over the driveway towards her house, waving her arm at Mr. Kanaday and his son, who continued to work outside in the heated day on the wooden ramp. "Hello, Mr. Kanaday and Garey!"

The father and son turned around with a smile and waved back to Mora, spinning around, continuing to work on the outside wooden ramp.

Hibbin shoved the passenger door shut and raced around the rear bumper with a smile, lifting back up into the driver's seat, staring at the temperature gauge inside the cool air-conditioned truck. He looked up and shook his blonde hair roots, staring at the two men, who were sweating in the heat. He exhaled with worry. "It is too heated in the day to be outside playing around in the sun with hammers and nails, boys," he slapped the gear into reverse and slowly backed out from the private driveway of Mora's house, parking on the city street, swiftly driving ahead down the city street with a smile.

Eleven hours later...

11:58 pm

Bright moonlight with twinkling stars and hot temperatures

Sloss Furnaces location

The tall, steel-crafted, ancient building, from the year 1881 was rusty and slightly squeaked in soft moans coming from a slight breeze that crosses over the top of the weakened rooftop metal rafters. Each reserve and free of charge seat was filled and contained one hundred people that went up ten rows as each audience member continued to sit in the darkness and played on their mobile telephone, until the witch appeared.

The interior room was the size of a college auditorium with a center stage of rusty steel metal without a person.

At precisely 12:00 am, on the new day of August, the thirteenth, a single bright spot light beamed down from the rafters and hit the middle of the steel coated stage, blinding an unknown and upright woman. The audience looked up from the glowing screen of a personal mobile telephone and gasped in shock.

The middle-aged adult female exhibited an average body frame in both height and weight, possessing a head of black colored short hair and a tone of olive skin, wearing a white tinted laboratory coat over a yellow colored dress and a pair of low fashion heels. She stared into the row of metal audience benches. Her voice echoed through the metal room. "Good morning! Welcome to my laboratory. I am Dr. Frankenstein, " she laughed with some of the audience members. The others loudly groaned from a shocking disappointment.

On the eighth row, in the darkness, Dinker sat beside his high school buddy Hibbin and a short female with a head of short black hair, staring down at the woman. "Is that her real name?"

Hibbin continued to smile and stared down at the woman holding a glowing mobile telephone. "No, silly boy! She uses that name to do her evil work here at the Sloss, so no one else can trace her illegal witchy work for a hanging or legal prosecution," he laughed with the audience.

Eun sat beside her friend Dalir and a tall male teenager, wiggling with worry, lifting up her butthole from the smooth steel coated bench. "I don't wanna be here."

Dalir leaned over and touched her arm with a smile. "Sit down, Eun! This act is harmless and fun. Be brave and bold! You were bold and brave earlier."

"And yesterday afternoon, I was standing in front of the church in the heat of the day, where no ghost is ever seen hanging around."

"You are always entertaining, Eun."

On top of the steel stage, in the bright spotlight, Dr. Frankenstein clapped her hands and nodded to the audience. "Please, put away your glowing mobile telephone. If I can see the glow, then the ghost can see the glow, too. We do not want to attract them here, right now as of yet," she laughed with some of the audience guest as the others screamed out loud in fright. A few guests stood upright and left the auditorium stage.

She continued to stand in place and patiently waited a few more moments for each glowing light from a tiny mobile telephone to darken. She laughed. "Now, this is much better. I see only the white of their eyes in the darkness. I am an Alabama licensed physician of psychiatry medicine, which is my day job that pays the bills. Right here, on this stage, this is my night job. I am a hypnotist. The reason we are all gathered here tonight is to witness the human consciousness in action. The mind is a terrible to waste, if you are not experiencing on it," she laughed with the audience.

On the eighth row of metal benches, Dinker leaned over and whispered into the cheekbone on Hibbin. "Where is the he-ghost? I don't see a he-ghost or a she-ghost. I thought we were going to see a he-ghost here at Sloss Furnaces."

Hibbin continued to smile down at the physician. "Shush, Dinker! Dr. Frankenstein is going to do something better than producing a he-ghost."

"When is she going to do that?"

Hibbin frowned. "Shush, Dinker! And we all can watch and find out together."

On top of the metal stage, Frankenstein continued to lecture, she waved her hand in the air and smiled at the audience. "Now, I am not going to bore you with a long scientific lecture based on numerous scientists and their published papers. The verb hypnotize means to produce a state of hypnosis or place a person in a non-movable trance. The method is very easy and effective on your enemy or your girlfriend or your father. If you are interested in a set of private lessons, please see me after my demonstration," she laughed with the audience members. "Believe this fact or not! A human is placed in a trance every single day, when you are performing a day dream in the classroom and not attentive to the school teacher, " she chuckled with the audience members again. "You are placed in a trance when pondering a set of deep mental thoughts, where you might become startled into an awakening, if you are lightly tapped on top of your collar bone. You are placed in a trance while watching your favorite entertainment television program and then you experience mind control, when the group of greedy advertisers keeps repeating the same buzz words about their new product and then you wanna go to the store and eat it. You hear it and then you do it," she laughed with the audience members. "Even when you read a book or study for that college examination or stare at me right row, you place your mind into a light trance of concentration as you are not fully aware of your surroundings or the neighbor's elbow poking into your rib cage." She snapped her fingers with a smile. "Now, shift sideways and tell your bench buddy to remove their pointy elbow from your rib cage," she laughed with the audience members. Each audience member softly mumbled and wiggled beside their bench buddy relieving the pain as she waited for the stillness of the night.

She nodded with a smile. "So, you can understand that the state of a trance is a natural daily or an hourly phenomena for some of my bored college students phenomena, in which, any human can experience, at any age. The state of a trance does not feel weird or strange to your mind or your body. And the state of a trance can a light or very deep sleep with the intended subject. However, one subject will experience a light trance and will not drop down into a deep sleep with a pair of shut eyelids. The other subject will fall asleep like a baby. So, each human reacts different to the state of a trance. No human reacts the same way. The rationale for my brief medical lecture is clearly present and dangerous now," she laughed out loud and spun around, staring into the darkness for some reason.

Her spotlight expanded and encompassed an unknown white headed, overweight, elderly male, who sat upright inside a red tinted lounge chair with a matching foot stool. The male displayed a pair of closed eyelids and was silence with his vocal words and still without his body movement.

Frankenstein spun around and pointed down at the male. "For privacy procedures, I will not name my client. This is one of my talented clients. We have performed numerous sessions of past life incarnations together over the past ten years together. Please tell me about your person!"

The male did not move any limbs or open his two eyelids, but parted his lips, speaking into a stationary microphone beside his cheekbone that echoed his words throughout the large, quiet auditorium space. "I am kneeling in front of a stone statue in the shape of an axe. A short stationary brick platform in dark red hue stands a few inches away from the statue that displays an assortment of fresh and rotten fruits with several small white puffs of smoke from a burning candle that slowly rises up into a light breezy night of twinkling stars. I come late in the evening during the cool night to honor the Great Kong. This is the first memory of his death. The village behind me is bustling with ceremonial activities, including dancers, musicians, singers, and vendors of food. My name is Zixi. I am 24 years of age and a government worker in the city of Lu. This is the 295th year of the Zhou Dynasty. My heart is heavy and my feelings are sad. I continue to hear the happy musical songs that does not make me feel any glee. Swiftly, a strong hand grabs onto my collar bone and forcefully spins my folded body over the dirt around to see a new face. I slide sideways and land down on one elbow, without proper protection, facing an olive face of sweat and loud sneers. The unknown tall, slender, young adult male lifts up a solid object that twinkles over his polished black tinted hair roots coming from the rays of bright moonlight and then quickly drops the object down, hitting my collar bone and tears the bone. He racks the sharp axe across my chest, cutting open my cavity, lifting up the bloody weapon in the air near his evil laugh.

"I scream out loud in intense pain and quickly lose my blood proteins over my clothes, sliding further down over the dirt, struggling to fight and breath. My attacker continues to stare down at my wiggling body without mercy or remorse. More of my blood proteins swiftly escape from my severed open wound, landing over the dirt. My attacker slowly back steps and continues to laugh out loud. The loud noise startles both of us. My attacker spins around and laughs at new sight. While my useless and numb body lands down onto the dirt and as my eyeballs stare at the array of beautiful, loud fireworks in the night sky. Then the night sky and the array of fireballs become dark."

Frankenstein spoke in a slow, calm voice, staring into his face. "I am counting backwards from the number five to the number zero. When I announce the number zero, you will awaken and open your eyelids, feeling refreshed, fine, and happy, readying to go about your usual busy for the nighttime. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero."

The male client opened his two eyelids and looked up, smiling with a head nod to Frankenstein. "I feel fine and dandy, doc. How did I do this time?"

On the eighth row, Eun frowned down at the unknown male client, exhaling with annoyance, crossing her arms. "This entire show is fake."

Dalir continued to stare down at the male with a sour frown. "That presentation is so phony baloney."

Dinker laughed at the male client. "But he's a good actor. He didn't move a muscle during his short storytelling. I can't sit still for that long. And this bench is hard on my butthole. How much longer are we going to watch this freak show, Hibbin?"

Hibbin smiled down at the male client. "Life is full of surprises and experiences, Dinker. We stay for the rest of the show. I drove my truck here. You didn't. So you can leave and start walking back to your house. I wanna stay and see more of the freak show. I find this thing fascinating to watch. When the freak show is done, I'll trace you down on the highway and drive you back home."

Dinker exhaled with annoyance and stared down at the metal stage.

On top of the metal stage, in the single bright spotlight, beside the red tinted chair, staring down at her male client, Dr. Frankenstein smiled. "You have supplied us with a wonderful past life memory of government clerk Zixi tonight. Could you please tell my audience why you come to see me each month?"

Still inside the same red tinted lounge chair, the male client turned and nodded to the white eyeballs inside the audience. "I am deathly afraid of fireworks like in the annual Fourth of July fireworks display which is celebrated each year here in America. I am so frightened of the upcoming loud and beautiful fireworks display that I arrange to leave the USA for a short visit to the country of Fiji or another Caribbean island during the first week of July."

"Do you mind telling us our first name and your occupation and personal hobbies?"

He nodded with a grin to the audience. "No, I do not mind. My first name is Bo. I am a professor at the local university that teaches in the academic field of philosophy. And I am also a writer of poetry and play around with a paint brush, creating art pieces. I usually donor my art pieces to a charity function while raising money for a good cause, such like, helping sick children or abused animals."

She nodded with a smile. "Thank you. Your presentation has been joyfully enlightening to my audience. You are welcome to stay and enjoy the rest of the show. Or you can depart from the auditorium setting for the night."

"I will say good bye and good luck, doctor!" Client Bo dropped down the matching red tinted leather foot stool on the lounge chair and then quickly stood upright with a smile, nodding into the darkened audience of white eyeballs, swinging to face the exit door, slowly shuffling out the building with a happy bounce.

Beside the empty red colored lounge chair, Frankenstein spun around and nodded with a stern face to the audience of white eyeballs while touching her chest. "Thousands and thousands of research cases with past life experiences or numerous reincarnations have been documented throughout the world from various subjects with diverse backgrounds including race, sex, social and financial status. The successful subjects has been able to share numerous past life memories, where each person had existed inside another human body and lived another human life. Based on the collection of documented reincarnations, the subject is not limited geographically or culturally, where a vocal reincarnated person has lived in each corner of the world and among different types of cultures.

"However, I classify the act of reincarnation as a physical thing that happens from a dying body jumping into a different live and breathing human body. From the dead human body, their soul leaves and goes someplace else. Then the soul drops down from someplace else and falls inside the womb of a woman a millisecond after the love conception between the male and female, activating the first rhythmic pulse that jump starts an embryo into action, life, living," she chuckled with an evil grin. "Now, that is a nasty legal debate within a court of law. If you can prove a soul activates that fetus from the moment of conception, then the mother-to-become becomes a cold blooded murderess for killing or terminating the growing embryo inside her protective warm womb. Well, the mother-to-become is the truly an accessory to the cold blooded murder, but she is guilt from a spiritual point of view. The cold and black hearted physician is the one that jerks off the tiny head from the growing and alive embryo inside her womb, killing the soul, producing tons of blood over his hands, her legs, and the floor, from a spiritual point of view. Now, that is another intriguing spiritual concept of crime or sin or murder. Thou shall not kill!" She laughed with some of the audience members.

On the eighth row, Dalir frowned. "This woman is sick in both her mind and her heart."

Eun continued to stare down at the physician with a stern face. "This woman is correct. I do not support abortion of a tiny growing fetus. However, it is a woman's body. She can do anything to her physical and biological body, without permission from any people, such like, those other persons who smoke cigarettes or take drugs or consume fatty foods and sugars. I am indifferent to all of it as I do not engage in that naughty messes that messes with my mind. My smart and active mind is the only thing that will get me a better job and a better life," she exhales with worry and disappointment with her life and her parents.

Frankenstein continued to lecture with a smile into the rows of darkness with white eyeballs. "The act or action of reincarnation is jumping from one body into another body. So, what is the true definition of reincarnation? It is not jumping around, is it? What is the true essence of reincarnation?" Frankenstein laughed with a nod. "Do you surrender to me? The true essence of reincarnation is the shared consciousness of the traveling soul coming back down from the earth plane or the heavenly plane or the universal plane. And I have just proven my new scientific or spiritual theory to each one of you here inside my rusty laboratory. My client Bo had lived and breathed as a government clerk in ancient past history; but currently and physically lives in here with the 21st Century. But his long term consciousness had lived in other world cities and countries during past years, decades, centuries and has brought forth all his past memories into his current physical body and awesome mental mind.

"As an Alabama state licensed hypnotist, using the past life regression technique, I access and then recover each deep memory of a previous incarnation from inside a client. My physician purpose and my client goal is the same to recover that particular deep emotional traumatic scar tissue that the current fleshy human is experiencing through the soul. Now, I would like to quote the Bible here." She nodded with a stern face. "In the Book of Galatians, Chapter Five, Verse 17 states the fleshy, naughty evil desires of the human bio-shell is contrary to the invisible, innocent, good-caring soul. The two forces are constantly fighting with each other, so the fleshy human is not free to do their good intentions and are not to do whatever your mind or heart or your knife naughty desires, such like, evil deeds, murder, lies, thievery, blackmail, robbery, adultery. I find this biblical passage fascinating. Because Almighty God tells each human that we are comprised of two independent forces, the fleshy human bio-shell and the invisible soul. So, I do believe that I have won my legal law argument regarding the existence of reincarnation that uses the soul as the transport devise, jumping out from one dead human and then down into a different live one, spiritually speaking, of course," she chuckled with a head nod and waved both of her arms in the air. "To continue my show here! Past life regression technique is used to pursue a higher spiritual goal or to reveal a psychoanalysis mental issue inside the fleshy human's mental mind or physically motion. However, the church doctrines and elders do not accept or acknowledge the concept of reincarnation. That's fine with me!"

She nodded with a smile. "Under the spell of hypnosis, during the past life regression session, the subject answers a series of common questions which slowly reveal their past life identity and the associated single event, which is slowly recovered from their consciousness memory. Once I have figured out the past life identity, I perform my historical research as well. I ask a series of tougher questions about the time period, the city location, the kingdom, the peoples, the cultural customs, any dates, ages of peoples, and all the other related information with the past life event. As the licensed psychiatrist, I am paid to help my client and fiercely try to rule out a scheduled subject with a vivid imagination, who should become a novelist or a person who enjoys acting out a character in their favorite Hollywood movie film or fictional novel. O yes! There are lots of people who can fake a trance sleep and tattle out loud a true fairy tale," she laughed with the audience and then smiled with a nod. "After the first session with any client, I must be convinced that he or she had been truly reincarnated from another person while traveling through the soul and then landing down here in the 21st Century. With my client Bo, our first meeting together, he had provided some wonderful nouns that had required further require. He kneeled before a statue of stone in the shape of an axe. His name was Zixi and 23 years old and worked in the village of Lu. It was the 295th year of the Zhou Dynasty. So, I had immediately concluded that his past life regression had occurred in the country of China a long, long time ago in the village of Lu. This is my first step in verifying the vocal information from a new client and his or her true past life reincarnation. Not to bore you again with tiny details. I will quickly summarize. The Great Kong is the great master Confucius. Confucius was birthed in the year 551 B.C and died in the year 479 B.C. at the age of 72 years old.

"After more intense questions during numerous sessions with Bo and my extensive historical research, Zixi had been a discipline of Confucius. Confucius had taught around 3,000 young men his famous philosophies and then send them out into the world to better mankind and womankind. How interesting! Brother Jesus had a set of disciplines too that he sent out into the world, after his death and then his rebirth. I wonder if Brother Jesus got that slick idea from Confucius.

"After tossing a set of more intense questions at Bo, I found more historical information through the internet and ancient textbooks. Each year, after the death of Confucius, the village of Lu, where his statue and his tomb are located, the natives honored the great master with parades, songs, food, and dances. Zixi had attended the first memorial of Confucius' death and visited the grave site. The grave site still today is represented by a stone in the shape of an axe. In front of the axe statue, there is a foot stool of brick, where a person can place fruit or burn incense to honor the death."

She continued to lecture and bounced with joy, clapping with a smile. "You can imagine my surprise when the sentences of vocal words coming from Bo was a historical true and accurate event with person, place, time, property without a dragon pet. I am a licensed psychiatrist. I see numerous mentally ill patients. Some possess multi-personalities which is not related to a past life. And I get my share of fake patients who are having fun with me. After several past life regression sessions, I have accessed and uncovered a past life memory from a devoted 24 year old disciple of Confucius that was visiting the grave site of his former master teacher. However, Zixi had been murdered with a sinister purpose there in front of the grave site, which was still a mystery for me and Bo. After further historical research and more intense questions to Bo, Zixi did not know of an enemy from his home town or his current residence at Lu. But I had found the connection. A year after the death of Confucius, 478 B.C., the Zhou Dynasty was not the favored king and court of the common peoples. There was a rebellion with rival royals and commoner rebels within the country of China that started a long period Civil War that lasted for 250 years. The Warring States Period started in the year 748 B.C. and ended in the year 221 B.C."

Frankenstein chuckled and clapped with the audience members and then stopped clapping while listening as the applaud still. She slapped both of her hands down over her laboratory coat and nodded with a wicked grin. "I have worked with my client Bo for ten years. It took us five years to figure out his true past life person or associated personality based the sketchy vocal words from his consciousness. You were lucky enough to hear the condensed version. Now, I do believe that I have validated the theory of reincarnation. Now, let me confirm the concept of reincarnation. I asked my client to mention his name to my captured audience member, which is Bo. The past life personality had been named Zixi. During my in-depth historical discovery regarding a listing with some of the more popular disciplines for Great Master Confucius, I found the name Zixi, which was a courtesy name for his true name of Bo Qian," she chuckled with some of the audience members, who understood. She smiled. "Bo Qian was fifty years younger than Confucius, making him 24 years old at his death. So sad! However, did you catch my fun words? My client is named Bo. His past life personality is named Bo Qian. Is that a coincident or a fate? I asked my client to reveal his current work job. He earns his paycheck as a local university philosophy professor. What was the role of Confucius? He was a Chinese philosopher like Socrates in Athens, Greece. What did the Zhou Dynasty represent? You can access the information on your mobile telephone. Or you might know from college classes in World History. Or I will tell you. The Zhou Dynasty ruled for 295 years. The Zhou culture flourished and enriched the civilization with codified writing, iron metallurgy, chariot rides, poetry, art works, and philosophers, including Confucius and Tao. The people thrived with free minds and beautiful hand pieces until the year 748 B.C., when the barbarians and rebel lords attacked and captured the capital and the royal court. If you missed it or did not understand it, Bo publishes poetry works and use oil paints to create fun works of art for charity. Is that a coincident or a fate? Do you wanna know if you are a reincarnated soul also? Are you beginning to understand my passion and my curiosity and my thrill of reincarnation?" She tossed both of her arms in the air and laughed with the audience members. She shouted out loud with a smile. "I hope that I have entertained you so far, but I have talked too much. Let us move to my next exhibition!" Frankenstein spun around and stared into the darkness.

Her bright white colored spotlight slowly expanded and then exposed, encompassing Dr. Frankenstein and a yellow colored lounge chair with a young female, who possessed a head of long blonde colored hair, an athletic body frame, and a tint of pale skin.

The young female continued to sit and had slumped her chin down into her chest without movement or snoring or talking.

Frankenstein spun around and nodded with a smile to the audience. "This is another one of my clients. Before all of you had arrived here inside the Sloss Furnace auditorium, my client had been seated in this chair waiting on me. I talked slow and steady with my voice guiding her through a visualization concept, where she pictured an array of bright white twinkling lights in front of her naked feet. Her eyelids fluttered and her breathing slowed down. Then I started slowly counting down from the math number ten placing my client into a deeper relaxed state. She continued to relax in a subliminal state, where I can steer her through a past life experience. And she was drawn down into her row of the bright twinkling and shimmering lights, where her subconscious mind will open and access one of her past life memories. Thus, I had placed my client in a state of mild hypnosis. In this state of mind or consciousness, a human can return back into one of your past memories and view the individual that you represented, interact with the other people, who had played an important role in your past life. And you can discover any key past life events or past life time places, where your energy or emotions are blocked or stuck in fear mode." She spun around and pointed down at the female. "For privacy procedures, I will not name my client. She and I have performed numerous sessions of past life incarnations together over the past three years together. Please tell me about your person!"

The female did not move any limbs or open her two eyelids, but parted her lips, speaking into a stationary microphone beside her cheekbone that echoed her words throughout the large, quiet auditorium space. "I live on top of the Nile River in-between a tall hill of drifting white dust which hides a busy open-pit mine quarry, where white tinted limestone rock is extracted from the soil. Each big ship docks at the bottom of the hill on top of the river, where a chunk of big rock drops down the tall dirt hill at the quarry mien and then lands with a loud boom sound on top of the wooden barge. The barge wobbles side to side without drowning in the shallow waters.

"On the opposite side of my body, a small mud-dried village of Swenett stands in the heated sunlight. I am a teen native of Swenett too and never worship the goddess with the same name, since goddess Swenett allows too much the hot sun rays to beat down on my bald head and burn my nose bridge into a set of red tinted blisters. All the other natives like to curse her goddess name, instead of worship her goddess divinity also.

"On top of the Nile River, the smooth surface is broken by an assortment of small boulders that jut out from the river bed along each side of the crooked coastline. The spot is the hottest, sunniest, and driest place in my country of Egypt. But a small light breeze and several tiny sprinkles of fresh water cools off my sweaty upright body, sometimes.

"I stand on top of a wooden barge beside my father. My name is Amany. I am thirteen years old.

My father is the barge master and commands the lead barge ship, which sits in the middle of the cataract. There are eleven other barge ships that float sideways also and blocks the water passage through the smooth waters on top of the Nile River. Each traveling ship must pay a toll fee before passing southwards or northwards with or without their cargo through the Nile River at the village station of Swenett.

"My father and my family including my mother and my three younger brothers are a very happy family. We live on the barge ship during the heated day to stop each boat and then collect the toll payment with coins or other valuables for their continued water passage. During the cooler nights, we ate the supper meal of beef, bread, beer, and cake for dessert, dance to a set of musical instruments, and read out poetry to each other for fun, until it is bedtime. My teen life is great.

"Every morning, I stand beside my father and count the number of ships that slowly crawl through the cataract river waters, heading towards the capital city of Alexander. I have never been to the capital city, but I hear it is really nice.

"On this bright and heated morning, the Byblos cargo ship is filled on top of the deck with tall stacks of fresh smelling green tinted timber planks and slowly crawls in-between the front bow on my barge and a tall stack of non-movable boulders that jut out from the shallow waters.

"A smaller boat can easier steer without passengers up or down the smooth and shallow river waters of the cataract. The passengers weigh the boat down. So, each passenger walks through the shallow water or on top of the man-made slipway to the opposite side.

"However, a larger boat must be towed or pulled by a team of six strong, mean, finger-biting camels out from the shallow water, then over the hard packed slipway, and finally back down into the shallow water on the opposite side to continue its voyage to next port at village of Luxor or grand port at the city of Alexander. I move ahead and sniff the air waves, smelling the fresh pine through my nostrils. Swenett is a hot, dry desert of miles of brown dirt and a few native trees without green grasses or colorful flowers. My nostrils enjoy the sweet scent.

"As the larger boat scrapes over the man-made slipway which is composed of wooden logs and slabs of limestone rocks, the slipway melts underneath the heavy weight of the boat plus the stack of timber planks. Then the large boat tilts to the side and hits down into the front bow on my barge. My upright body wobbles side to side and as I stumble my two naked feet over the unlevel deck, falling down into the shallow water with a gasp of shock. I am not hurt. I continue to rest my horizontal body down in the shallow cold water and shuffle both of my arm and leg limbs side to side for fun, giggling at the innocent play. One of the timber planks wiggles and swiftly shifts sideways, dropping down from the tall stack, landing on top of my chest. My mouth bleeds. My lungs quickly fill with river water. I cough out loud and kick out the water from my bloody mouth and my chest hurts. My eyelashes are open and as I stare through the clear water, seeing my father and my three brothers on top of the deck of the Egyptian barge. Then my mind become dizzy. I see darkness."

Frankenstein spoke in a slow, calm voice, staring into his face. "I am counting backwards from the number five to the number zero. When I announce the number zero, you will awaken and open your eyelids, feeling refreshed, fine, and happy, readying to go about your usual busy for the nighttime. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero."

The female client opened her two eyelashes and looked up with a smile to view Frankenstein. "I am feeling good. Did everyone heard my past life memory, doctor?"

Within the audience, on the eighth row of the metal benches, nineteen year old college student Eun frowned down at the unknown female client, exhaling with annoyance, crossing her arms. "I still feel that this presentation is fake and phony as raw baloney."

Nineteen year old college student Dalir continued to stare down at the female with a sour frown. "Yeah, do you wanna leave, Eun? I thought this show would be more spooky or goofy, not phooey," he softly chuckled.

She turned and surveyed the sitting and quiet audience. Each face stared down at the psychiatrist and her female client, returning back with a stern face, staring down at the female client again. She leaned over and whispered into his cheekbone, "No. I don't wanna create an ugly and noisy scene here inside the ghost factory. I can stay in my metal seat until the end of the fake show, maybe a ghost will show up and scare the physician." Dalir nodded in silence and continued to view the stage with the psychiatrist and her female client.

Dinker smiled at the female client. "Wow! She is a pretty girl. I wonder how old she is?"

Hibbin continued to stare and smiled down at the female client. "She looks too old for you, Dinker. To become hypnotized you must be an adult of legal age. I said it before and I will say it again. Life is full of surprises and experiences, Dinker. This show is great. I wished Mora had joined me."

On top of the metal stage, in the single bright spotlight, beside the red tinted chair, staring down at her female client, Dr. Frankenstein smiled. "You have supplied us with a wonderful past life memory of thirteen years old Amany again for tonight. Could you please tell my audience why you come to see me each month?"

Still inside the same red tinted lounge chair, the female client turned and nodded to the white eyeballs inside the audience. "I am afraid of water. You cannot understand my fear. I am so afraid of water that I do not enter a swimming pool or go to the beach with the ocean waves or step upon a cruise ship or bathe inside a tub. I use a shower stall, where the water runs down from the faucet, so I can wash my dirty body and then dip one limb at a time into the running waterfall. I started experiencing this phobia at the age of three years old. I would not enter my home swimming pool for any reason. As I grow into a strong and wiser teenager, I would not advance over the beach sands into the ocean waters with my family members. At the age of five years old, I refused to sit down in a tub of water for a bath. You can now imagine that I was worried about my mental well-being from a stupid fear of water. Over the years, my fear of water continued to increase and blocked my person from having fun around water. So, I had read an article about past life experiences and was both curious and desperate for any type of mental or medical treatment. I had heard about this wonderful lady from another associate and came to visit with her over five years ago."

"Do you mind telling us our first name and your occupation and personal hobbies?"

She nodded with a grin to the audience. "My name is Lucina and I was born in the city of Miami within the US State of Florida. The state of Florida is surrounded by water and hot air temperature. I lived there until I started to attend college here in Birmingham, Alabama. I am studying the field of geology. I wanna become a geologist. I am fascinated by the earth soil and the contents of the rock bed. "

"Thank you, Lucina. Your presentation has been joyfully enlightening to my audience. You are welcome to stay and enjoy the rest of the show. Or you can depart from the auditorium setting for the night."

"I will go now and wish everyone a happy evening. Good bye!" Client Lucina dropped down the matching yellow tinted leather foot stool on the lounge chair and then quickly stood upright with a smile, slowly shuffling towards the exit door while performing a hand wave to the darkened audience of white eyeballs, and then she finally exited the auditorium.

Beside an empty yellow colored lounge chair, Frankenstein spun around and nodded with a stern face to the audience of white eyeballs while touching her chest. "For my client Lucina, I used my same old pathway of tracking and tracing down any and all historical facts or artifacts. First fact, the village of Swentet is also called Aswan, which still exists today. I do believe that King Amenemhat, the first had ruled during this Egyptian time period, but he is not important here. The tiny village of Swentet was built on top of one of two peninsulas, which occupied the eastern coastline. I must explain here. The Nile River is the longest water system in the world, but there are numerous watery and rocky obstacles in the way, which are named as a cataract. There were six cataract back in the day. Now days, each one has been covered by a dam or sink down into the river from Mother Nature.

"The first cataract is located here in the ancient and modern city of Aswan, where the river flows in shallow lengths of smooth water which is outlined by numerous small boulders that jut out from the river bed. Back then, the Egyptians had blocked the shallow waters and maintained a place of water traffic for each boat, where each traveling small passenger or large cargo boat had to pay a toll to cross through the first cataract in the form of gold or silver or another valuable commodity. Once the toll was paid to the barge master that lived on his barge day and night, the boat could cross through the shallow water, which was difficult at most.

"A small boat could sail through the shallow water, where the people had to walk over the rock bed coastline. Else, the small boat would drown and become lodged into the river bed. A larger boat had to crawl over the rock which was called a slipway that was made of slab of rock and wooden logs. My client had the unfortunate timing of meeting a falling timber plank from the large boat as it was slowly crawling over the semi-flat rock surface, which killed her dead as her past life memory remained intact.

"The cataract at Swentet had measured 2,112 feet straight across from one coastline tip to the opposite side. So, there were thirteen long wooden Egyptian barges that blocked that waters. Based on Lucina's past life memory, each barge covered 176 feet of open river water. Swentet had been the first frontier village within the Ancient Egypt landscape, facing the south side on the Nile, before a barge or a ship headed up the river and then sailed ahead towards Luxor or Alexandria with their shipment of treasures or supplies. It took a boat 28 days to sail up the Nile River and dock at the grand port of Alexandria, if the weather was fair.

"The ancient and modern day city of Aswan is one of the hottest, sunniest, and driest cities in the world. The average air in the summertime is long and extremely hot and measured at 104 degrees Fahrenheit. In the wintertime, the air temperature is 74 degrees Fahrenheit, making it short, brief, and an extremely warm vacation spot. The climate of Aswan is dry air with 26 percent humidity and less than one millimeter of rain. The last rainfall measure was in the year 2001. Each day in Aswan is clear, bright, and sunny, where 4,000 hours of annual sunshine shine down on your head each year.

"The tiny city of Aswan is seated near the Tropic of Cancer. On the day of summer solstice, a vertical staff in the ground will present only 1/400th of a shadow on the ground, which is scarcely seen and the northern limb on the Sun disc will be nearly vertical.

"Back during Ancient Egypt, on the western side of the First Cataract, a stone quarry open pit mine stood, where slaves chiseled out large chunks of white tinted limestone rock that furnished the minerals for all the Egyptian statues, obelisks, and palaces, and pyramids throughout the ancient world. Today, as a tourist, you can still view the quarrymen picks in the native rock from 3,000 years ago."

She nodded with a soft giggle. "I find all the historical information regarding modern day city of Aswan fascinating. But I have found this new piece of historical information more intriguing. The village of Swentet had pagan gods and goddesses. The prime goddess was named Swentet also. However, when the nasty legions of Romans invaded and then occupied Ancient Egypt, they renamed all of the gods and goddesses into their divas. At the city of Swentet, the Romans renamed the goddess as Lucina, which is associated with childbirth," she laughed as the audience members gasped in shock. Then she nodded with a smile. "You recalled the name of my client too, who is called Lucina. And she had been born on top of a peninsular which is the US State of Florida and is surrounded by ocean water with a hot weather. Well, I do believe there are too many coincidences here. Or is this all fate or fated or reincarnated? I made a rhyme," she smiled.

On the eighth row of the auditorium benches, nineteen year old college student Dalir continued to sit and frowned down at the single spotlight on the physician, whispering to his college buddy, "This show is really boring. I understand the concept of reincarnation; but I do not believe in the concept of reincarnation."

Eun leaned back into the smiling face on another audience member and then gasped in alarm, sitting upright, crossing her arms and whispered with a sour frown down at the physician inside the single spotlight. "Yeah, this show is both boring and stupid. When does my misery end here, ya'll? I am so glad that I didn't pay any of my hard-working coins for this silly entertainment."

Seventeen years old high schooler Hibbin stared down at the physician and touched his temple with a smile "I wonder if I have ever been reincarnated soul."

Seventeen years old high schooler Dinker shuffled an arm in the air from the tight surroundings and pointed down at the psychiatrist, softly chuckling. "You should make an appointment with Dr. Frankenstein and find out."

"I'd rather learn to use that hypnosis technique on Mora. Then I can make her my sex slave foreverly," he softly chuckled with his evil thoughts on his girlfriend and future wife.

Dinker turned and frowned at the nose profile on Hibbin, growling with disapproval. "That's rude and mean and sick, Hibbin. I'm glad she didn't come with you. And if you try to hypnosis her person, then I come and stop you and tattle all of it to Mora. She deserves a nice and kind boyfriend, not a mean and nasty redneck male."

He continued to smile down at the psychiatrist, "I'm kidding. I'm joshing, Dinker. I'm just having some fun with you in here."

On top of the metal stage, Frankenstein smiled at her audience, "Now, I have a new surprise for my new audience of listeners and on-lookers tonight," she did not move away from the yellow tinted lounge chair and shared the new surprise, nodding to the audience. "I always use a mild form of guided hypnosis on each client to unlock a buried painful memory. It is rare that I encounter a pleasurable or happy memory coming from a past life experience for an adult. However, in the mind of a child, the past life memory is more colorful and vivid and wonderfully detailed. You heard the past life memory from Lucina. Her past life experience was long but boring without details of her true location and her true family members. Her story told five years to painfully pull out from her adult mind and inside my video camera recording. Thus, each one of my paid clients come and visit with me to work through a mental issue that is distracting and disturbing their present day current happy life. Once their painful past life experience has been accessed and then revealed to me, the client never remembers their vocal reincarnation encounter coming from their deep trance clinical state. So, I narrate the vocal story back to him or her and work with him or her to uncover their fear or phobia. I have been very successful throughout the decades. But I must express that it requires hours and hours and hours and hours, not one single session walking and working through an identified single past life experience with my client.

"Personally, I have always believed in the mystical conception of a reincarnation or a rebirth. And I do believe that I have reincarnated my travelling soul back into this present day life time also. Because I am immediately comfortable in a new environment, without fear or dread. I find people and places wildly familiar, without socializing with the two nouns before. As a young child, I do not know what I was experiencing or could not always articulate my feelings into a set of proper sentence structures. I have always feel a strong self-awareness in the present and in the past. So, I steered into the field of medicine and was guided in the specialty of psychiatry. Psychology is the study of the mind and its functions inside the body. So, I am completing my calling or my recalling," she laughed with the audience.

"You have now heard two vocal stories from a past life regression technique that comes directly from the shared consciousness of two independent humans while the client was under my controlled and harmless hypnosis technique. My two talented clients have shared their past life story; but I will not bore you here at the moment. I wanted each one of my invited guests to understand or experience the concept of reincarnation. Yes, yes, I know. Some individuals do not and will never believe in the idea of a human reincarnation coming from the heavenly plane and then back down onto the planet. Other individuals are more open minded and mellow with the idea. I will let you come to your own conclusion, because I have other intriguing things to show you tonight. Before I continue my show, I must point out that the tool of hypnosis is used to access a hidden, secret memory from past live incarnation which fulfills a spiritual experience or a psychological issue for the subject. Or maybe, the subject just desires to play and experience some fun on a different ascension level. When the talent is there, use and abuse it!"

She turned and shuffled around the metal stage as the bright spotlight followed her movements. She continued to stare and lecture at the audience members. "I promised that I would not bore you with a long scientific lecture based on numerous scientists and their published papers. But, for my next act, which is a really good one, I must point out some scientific facts, without the tiny number eight font footnote on each page," she laughed with the audience members. "Modern day scientific research studies have concluded, when a human sleeps, their body temperature drops by one or two degrees, producing a deep restful slumber. Your oxygen levels are lowered and your carbon dioxide levels are higher as your breathing rate does down while dreaming in a deep, restful slumber. Sleep pattern will shut down your cough reflex. Your heart rate and blood pressure levels will rise during the dream state. And finally, the nerve cells inside your brain are active and produce more brain activities during REM sleep rather than during the daylight hours. Blood flow into the brain matter rise during REM sleep that produces a series of active colorful dreams also. Your brain cells limit the amount of physical movement during REM sleep, so your arms and legs do not fling in the air and hit your sleeping partner. During a restful slumber, your body repairs cells and finished the digestion process. And your two kidneys sleep, so you do not need to go to the lavatory. Growth hormones of thyroid rises as does your level of the stress free cortisol hormone during REM sleep. So, we all have learned that a restful sleep is good for the body and it is good for something else too, in which I plan to exhibit here tonight at one am on the thirteenth day of August."

She stopped moving and stood still, nodding to the audience with the spotlight on her body only. "The popular science fiction axiom states: Mind over matter. And mind over matter really does works, Mama! You can mentally think yourself into a happier and healthier life with a positive mindset that triggers physical and chemical changes within your biological body, making your body slimmer and more energetic with less stress in the mind, the heart and the body while even living a longer and happier life too. You should try the axiom sometimes and totally feel different, ya'll. I wanted to provide that tidbit of psychology information, before our next exhibition," Frankenstein pointed at her temple and nodded with a stern face. "In the brain matter, where all those loud thoughts and colorful memories occur, the information is stored inside a tiny brain cell or a neuron. The human brain contains billions of tiny neurons that communicate by an electrical impulse that travels down the length of each neuron and runs into the stem. I fall back onto thousands and thousands of scientific research studies, scientists like to play with white tinted ugly rats. One day, a curious medical scientist sliced off a nerve cell from a dead rat and then placed a tiny electrode on top of that severed nerve cell. Then, the tiny electrode flamed in activity of wave patterns on the medical machine from that severed nerve cell coming off that dead rat. That scientific experiment is a really miracle here, ya'll. Present day, medical scientists are also slicing off a set of live human neurons from each very sickly patient and then conducting the same rat experiment, which works perfectly also, discovering a graph of active brain waves coming from each severed human neuron. That is absolutely incredible here, ya'll. So, what does all this scientific experiments and information modules mean to you. Maybe, it means nothing at all. But to me, it means a great deal."

"Who is me?" She slapped her chest and nodded with a stern face. "Speaking correctly, who is I? I am here. I am breathing. I am thinking. I am reproducing. I am peeing. I am eating. I am sleeping. The me is performing lots of manual functions to keep my biological and chemical body working full time as I move around and shake my body side to side within my work and home environment. When I look into a reflection mirror, I see me. I see the color of my hair strands, the smooth colored skin, maybe a set of freckles, my crooked nose bridge, and my other visual physical features. However, is that really me? Or is the true me inside my body, where I cannot touch or see or taste? If you read or have read the Holy Bible, Saint Peter mentions a human is in conflict with the flesh of bones versus the soul of spirit. I truly believe that Biblical statement. When I see a homeless person on the street, my nice soul weeps for the poor homeless human. But, my nasty flesh of bones sneers at the dirty guy blocking the entrance into that store door, where I wanna go inside and buy a pair of designer pumps. So, Saint Peter is correct. I do experience a conflict within my mind and my heart regarding the treatment of people, pets, and personal property. So, who is me, again?"

She nodded with a grin. "So, let us toss away the physical body or the bio-shell as it is new and pink tinted at the birth moment as a newborn infant that slowly grows into a dull, grey, and painfully wrinkled bio-shell within the final elderly years of chronological time, especially if you are unlucky to live at and over the age of ninety years. Once we toss out the physical body, we have the mental mind. What is the mind?" She laughed with a nod and touched her temple.

"Modern day scientists still are always probing and pinching and prying into the human mind while looking for the same answers as me and you. The mind is contained inside the human brain. Your educational textbook displays an ugly picture of the human brain. The brain is a winkled and creepy looking object with numerous high ridges, low valleys, tall peaks, deep rivers, divided sections, and common regions inside the organ. Modern day neuroscientists have discovered each wrinkled and creepy looking section contains billions of tiny neurons. Each neuron is fired through an individual electrical impulse which runs ahead through a specific section in the brain matter and then becomes wired to another neuron, passing along the same electrical information. Once the electrical information is passed, the neuron stops the signal. Now, let me condition my scientific statement. These medical results are obtained from a room of captured and abused laboratory animals. However, this is a very, very simple explanation of human brain function. Thus, when one neuron is wired to a second neuron or maybe more, the human learns something new or remembers something old like sadness or feels the emotion of love or acts with the emotion of hate. However, the modern day scientists still do understand the internal workings of the brain matter and cannot determine the hidden contents inside one neuron or the information inside a single electrical impulse. But, the same group of neuroscientists had tested on poor innocent mice and tickled one neuron that teased its facial whiskers on the laboratory rat while recording, documenting, and drooling within their mad scientist brain.

"When I lecture about the human mind, I reference the two words, memories and consciousness. Because, a live and breathing human body must be in a conscious state of mind to experience a memory of pleasure or pain. If you want your mind to forget an embarrassing moment within your life, you can activate your passive process and suppress that painful memory by using your strong, free will power or utilize the aid of a trained and licensed Alabama psychiatrist, like me. You can also strengthen your stored pleasurable and painful memories by repeating that mental activity over and over again. The interesting part of this human self-cleansing mechanic is that the modern day scientists have found that suppressing a memory is directly linked to the hippocampus brain stem. Now, let me act like a college professor and regress here providing you with some vital biological information..."

"Where's the scary he-ghost, doc?" A loud baritone voice echoed from the audience benches.

She turned and faced the direction of the mysterious baritone voice, nodding with laughter. "I can assure you in here with me, my ignore new friend. My upcoming demonstration is far, far more scarier than a single angry he-ghost that continues to interrupt my work here," Frankenstein chuckled alone as the audience members gasped in alarm.

She continued to stand in the bright single white tinted spotlight and performed her medical lecture with a smirk."The human hippocampus stem is the shape of a tiny ocean seahorse with a curvy body and a rounded tail fin. A monkey possesses the same stem shape with its own brain hippocampus. Is that a piece of coincidence or a piece of luck? I think not. The hippocampus stem stores those whiny manly or girly emotions and all of these short-term to long-term fun and painful memories and some other stuff that the human or the monkey experiences throughout their life time. The role of the human or monkey hippocampus is to detect and form new memories of events, places, people, and pets with each associated emotional context and then store all of those emotional memories for accessing presently or later. Since the field of medicine has discovered that the human hippocampus stem stores emotions, when the damaged human pulls up the damaged emotion with the associated event, the damaged human can start to heal by a trained and licensed psychiatrist. Ain't that something, ya'll! So, any licensed psychiatrist can cure any mentally sick patient of their fear or phobia or negative behavior. Wrong! The human hippocampus stem is a major component of the brain. What is the brain? The brain is a soft cushy organ of cells with strands of live electronic lines that flow inside a hard bone skull. The brain is not piece of hard bone like my upper arm. So, when the brain become damaged, the hippocampus can become damaged also. Alzheimer's disease, forms of dementia, hypoxia, encephalitis, epilepsy, and amnesia, these are a set of very bad body damages that affect the hippocampus, where the human suffers with both short-term memory loss and disorientation. The smart medical researchers have figured out the hippocampus loses its mental map that holds the stored memories and the associated emotions inside the mentally unstable patient. Thus, the mentally unstable patient can never access again. So, there is not help for this type of patient. I am so sorry to tell the truth here, ya'll. So, let us continue, folks."

She nodded with a stern face. "So, is my mind an organ like my external skin tissue and my pair of internal kidneys. I do not know the answer to that question, but I hope to find out. The mind is trapped inside the soft, cushy brain. The brain is an organ of neurons and electrical impulses. "However, the mind is aware of every person, pet, place, and plant. The body is the self. So, I am a self aware human. I recognize my own human face. I see my two human arms. I hear my own human heart beat. I smell my human stinky pee. I feel my wet and warm human kiss on another body part," she laughed with a nod. "I touch my human baby. I eat my human food. So, I am aware of everything near or beside or above or below or with myself. I do believe that I have formulated a new axiom," she softly chuckled with the audience members.

"Now, I have learned through my college education the biology parts and pieces of the human brain. I have quantified the human consciousness as a self-awareness tool as a licensed psychiatrist. And I have pondered the existence of my soul as I cannot see or touch or hear or feel my internal soul as a curious spiritual person. And finally I have been trained and practiced the art of human hypnotize for many years. Now, I plan to roll all of my long-term life-time experiences into a final finale. I would like for every individual to suspense their doubts and try to believe here. Or at least, you should pretend to believe as this show costs no money and the tickets are free of charge while presenting new and exciting mind control materials from me to an audience of non-believers. Let us continue our mental journey into the unknown, mysterious, and unfamiliar and beyond!" Frankenstein clapped with her evil laughter as some of the audience members copied her silly behavior. The other audience members sat in stunned silence and worry without clapping for the mad scientist.

She continued to stand on top of the metal stage and inside the bright spotlight, wearing a stern face, dropping down her hands. She slapped her white tinted laboratory coat and shouted out loud as her words echoed through the quiet room. "What is death? The end of a human life force. When is death? That question is more complex. At the death mark, the blood stops circulating throughout the dead body and then the human stops breathing and all of their brain impulses shut down. However, the cells inside the dead body do not instantaneously switch from a group of live into a set of dead cells, not yet. I have lectured already about the dead rat and its severed neuron cells coming out from its own active brain organ, where a medical machine had recorded a spike of theta brain waves.

"So, modern day medical researchers had studied and concluded that the bones, the tendons, and the skin tissue will survive and grow on a dead human as long as twelve hours. The brain matter dies, without intervention of man or machine or Almighty God, after three full minutes.

"But also through modern day studies and research trials, medical scientists have learned, when a human dies, there are seven minutes of active theta brain waves coming out from the dead body for some reason that only Almighty God knows or ignores or has forgotten about. Yay! Great! To add to that exciting fact, medical scientists had discovered that when a rat dies, its own brain waves flare with live and vivid activity within its dead but active mind while communicating something to somewhere, before the brain cells finally halt within the dead rat's body.

"And during a near-death body experience, the dead human's brain still pumps with electric impulse activity, which is not yet dead either. Medical scientists have concluded that the colored pictures, sensations, smells, feelings, and pleasure or painful memories from a near-death human, during their unconscious death comes from a string of electric impulse waves inside their active brain matter that keeps ticking and tocking with communication or information or something alive, not dead. Isn't that concept thrilling and intriguing and killing all at the same time? I possess a set of raised goose bumps on my two forearms while pondering that idea, right now. Do you feel the goose bumps too? When the end comes for a dead human, what really happens? I don't know; but I wanna find out. Do you wanna find out with me, also?" Frankenstein clapped with her evil laughter as some of the audience members copied her silly behavior. The other audience members sat in stunned silence and worry, without clapping for the mentally deranged mad scientist.

On the eighth row inside the auditorium benches, Eun gasped in shock and was not clapping or smiling but scared and nervous, staring down at the physician. "What is she saying?"

"What is she going to do? Is she going to present a poor innocent white mouse and use her surgery medical skills on the poor animal, in front of us here inside the Sloss Furnace auditorium? This is a barbaric act. I wanna leave right now." Dalir frowned at the terrible sight.

Dinker wiggled side to side and continued to smile while clapping loudly for the mad scientist, "Yeah, I wanna stay and see this killing thing, right now. I'm so glad that I decided that we should stay and see this."

Hibbin laughed and continued to clap for the mad scientist, too. "Yeah, I'm glad that you decided we should stay, too."

On top of the metal stage, Frankenstein stopped her clapping and lifted both arms in the air wearing a smile at her audience, "I plan to access the seven lingering minutes of active brain waves, right after a human dies." Her spotlight disappeared from her upright body as she loudly laughed throughout the quiet and darkened room. The audience gasped in shock and stopped clapping, sitting in darkness and silence also.

Then, a new bright white tinted spotlight appeared down on top of the rusty metal stage and shined on top of Dr. Frankenstein, who stood beside a new human.

The human was a female with a shaved head of blonde tinted roots, a tint of pale skin tone, and a pair of brown colored eyeballs, wearing a dark red colored robe around her naked body while sitting inside a bright orange tinted metal chair with a set of wrapped metal chair restraints across her throat, her chest cavity, both of her kneecaps, and around her two legs. The female was tied down into the metal chair and could not move or speak.

The audience gasped in shock.

Within the audience members, on the eighth metal row, Eun watched in horror and pointed down at the new female. "That...that is not an innocent white mouse. That...that is a human being, not an animal. What is going on here?"

Dalir continued to watch in horror and worry too. "What is that mad doctor going to do to that poor woman?"

Dinker frowned down at the female. "Who is that woman?"

Hibbin stopped clapping and wore a stern face, staring down at the unknown female. "I do not know. Is that female the next exhibition? What is that crazy Dr. Frankenstein going to do to that tied-up girl?"

On top of the metal stage, Frankenstein continued to stand beside the unknown middle aged woman and smiled up at her audience, patting the naked arm on the woman, "This is my new surprise for my new audience of listeners and on-lookers tonight. I would like to introduce to you, Wania. Wania is wrapped inside this metal chair in the hue of bright orange. Wania is a death row inmate at the State of Alabama Women's Correction Institution. She has been waiting for her death act going on eighteen years now. Finally, her lawyers have exhausted her appeals and pleas and the judge had ruled for her death act. Her death act will be conducted here inside this chair in the Sloss Furnace auditorium floor tonight, right here and right now. This is a very special death chair for my new friend Wania. The sitting chair with a straight back frame is made of solid metal. Each stripe, which is wrapped tightly around her sitting body, contains a tiny electrode that will immediately blast a set of electricity throughout her body and stop her heart, killing her human bio-shell fast. I have written and legal law permission from the State of Alabama Prison Warden and the State of Alabama Governor to perform this death kill on Wania. I am very excited here. I needed to conduct a live experiment on a human body that was not dead. So, I had petitioned the governor for a prisoner person on death row to conduct my scientific experiment. Death row prisoner Wania has also signed a piece of paper that her death act came occur here in front of my audience and be administrated by me as I am a licensed physician for the State of Alabama. And I have present here representatives from the prison system and the governor's office. Thank you for coming here, representatives. Now, once her human bio-shell has ceased breathing, I will trace her soul that is coming out from her body to some other place other than here inside this Earth bound auditorium room. How am I able to do that?" She nodded with a grin as the audience members gasped in shock.

Frankenstein turned and slowly encircled the side table, standing behind a pink colored, squared shaped, man-made machine that exhibited numerous steel antennas in bright colors that jutted out from the small stationary equipment. She reached out and gently tapped the machine in-between the pointy antennas, smiling up at the audience. "I would like to present my newest invention. This is my consciousness machine in pink hue, a girly touch. How did I do this? Why did I do this? Now, I had educated you about the human hippocampus that stores emotional memories foreverly, if the human hippocampus stem is not damaged or diseased within a healthy human. Modern scientists have discovered that the hippocampus dictates spatial memory of physical navigation. In the words, a human is cognitive of their environment or physical location anywhere at any time on the planet which comes from an internal cognitive map inside the hippocampus. I find all of this new information interesting.

"Modern scientists had discovered this new information about the hippocampus through experimental. One late afternoon, a curious scientist had cut open the bone skull on a live rate and then shoved an electrode with a folding cord up into a live rat's hippocampus. Then, the scientific watched the medical machine that was attached to the folding cord and single electrode while recording a digital graph of spiked waves of electrical activity coming from the rat's hippocampus, while the live healthy rat continued to race around each one of the obstacles inside its glass maze without dying or suffocating of death.

"Now, I have identified the human hippocampus stem inside the brain. And I have explained the role of the human hippocampus for emotional memory storage and then release of past life time experiences including a past life memory. What is left to tattle about the human hippocampus? I can show you a string of active brain waves coming from the human hippocampus, which is really cool. During experimental of rats, a scientist collects information of neural brain wave activity pattern as it is measured by an electroencephalogram or EEG. A hospital department uses this medical equipment to record brain waves on ill patients. The neural brain pattern is called a set of theta activity waves."

She patted her invention machine again and stared with a smile at the audience members. "My new invention, a consciousness machine displays a solid glass monitor screen of black hue and uses a set of theta activity waves in yellow hue which will show on this screen coming from my prisoner, who is hooked up to my machine also. I will go into the technical information regarding the creation of the mechanical parts and pieces as I am not an engineer, but a psychiatrist. You can see clearly in the bright spotlight. The death row prisoner is wearing a dark red robe which will disguise the popping blood vessels during her upcoming death ritual. Threaded around her sitting body, an orange tinted metal strap contains numerous tiny electrodes that will sizzle her skin first and then heat her body second and then finally electrocute her heart lastly and foreverly. Wania will dead right here in front of your eyeballs tonight as she is scheduled to die tonight, instead of the planned location in the prison building at metro city Montgomery. Her body has been completed shaved and does not contain any hair strands. I wanted my consciousness machine to any touch on the external skin, not sizzle her external hair strands, which smell gross when a person burns to death," she laughed with some of the audience members. The other audience members continued to stare with pity and worry with fear regarding the eye witness of the death row prisoner tonight at the Sloss Furnace in front of their eyeballs.

Frankenstein nodded with a smile. "If you are a science fiction fan of outer space travels and adventures, you might have read that a mind reading machine had resembled a shower cap for swimming or bathing on a female. The skull cap was dotted in an array of twinkling silver tinted electrodes with a dangling cable that led into an ugly machine which accessed the mind and then spoke out loud in a flat male monotone voice each memory word from the dead brain matter. Well, I have greatly improved the mind reading machine and separated it from science fiction into fact. My new invention is only a dangling cable which is covered with tiny steel coated spikes that continue to capture each brain wave electric impulse coming out from the brain stem and then translates the impulse into words which is communicated up into my consciousness machine. My new invention will not store any of the mind words. That is my next step of improvements on my consciousness machine," she scooted sideways and stood behind Wania, reaching down, gently lifting up a dangling cable in yellow hue with an assortment of tiny steel spikes in the air for each pair of eyeballs to see. She nodded with a smile, "Like that poor rat, this brilliant psychiatrist has directly implanted the tip of my spiky cable cord into her human hippocampus, so each electric impulse will be captured and then flow down the cable cord and finally drop into my consciousness machine. My idea is clever and original and ingenious. Thank you for commenting," she softly chuckled with some of the audience members. The others just sat in silence and stared in fear, worry, and horror.

On the eighth row auditorium bench, Dalir stared down at the girl with pity and sneered at the physician with disgust. "She is arrogant."

Eun frowned with worry and grabbed her nervous stomach. "She is sick. I wanna leave from my seat, before that wicked looking light show."

He whispered back into her cheekbone. "No! We must stay. She might wanna use us for her next set of laboratory rats. She is crazy and insane and mad and evil."

Eun nodded in silence with terror and more worry, staring down at the prisoner and the psychiatrist.

Dinker continued to sit without leaving the auditorium bench and frowned down at the female. "Is she really going to electrocute that girl?"

"I guess so." Hibbin continued to sit and stared down with pity for the prisoner female.

"I have never seen a death row inmate or a live death row kill. This show here tonight is so weird and strange."

"Yeah, I know."

On top of the metal stage in the bright spotlight with the sitting prisoner, Frankenstein gently dropped the cable cord back down onto the floor and scooted sideways, standing behind the consciousness machine, reaching down with a smile. She flipped the button.

The screen illuminated into an array of colors on the consciousness machine and then blinked into solid black, coming back, exhibiting a fragmented line in yellow hue.

She looked down at the screen from behind the machine and pointed at the screen. "You are seeing a constant-looking, tiny fragmented line in yellow hue of theta waves from each electric impulse coming from her active and healthy hippocampus stem inside her brain matter," Frankenstein looked up and slowly scooted around the side table, and then stopped, standing beside her machine and her prisoner, nodding to the audience members."This is a common display for my trained physician eyeballs. I would like to point out that a theta mode wave appears during a state of active behavior, such like, awake, standing, running, walking, talking, eating, shitting, watching your mobile telephone screen, chasing down the bus, and all other activities that a human does. The theta mode wave also appears during a deep sleep and while REM dreaming. Wania is awake and alert and sitting in the metal chair of death, so her theta wave pattern appears like a constant line of regular waves of short time intervals. This is why the yellow line looks constant without a tall spike or a deep dip anywhere within the display. The theta wave line is similar to an EKG heart wave, when your heart organ is not working properly. And I have not provided an electrode on her chest where her heart is located to monitor her death act. The morphing of her pale skin into a blue tinted body will indicate the state of death really swiftly as I perform and complete my scientific experiment in front of my curious audience members tonight. Then her dead body will be removed from this metal chair of death and buried someplace else here in Birmingham. Now, when a person is asleep, the theta waves is a sharp irregular line with tall spikes and deep dips, where each electric impulse is trying to communicate out from the hippocampus into her brain or down the back spine of nerve endings or down into the heart organ. Now, the modern day scientists have discovered that after death act, the dead body still possesses an active hippocampus stem, where the hippocampus stem sends out a string of seven minutes of electric impulses from the hippocampus, which has been recorded with a set of theta waves. Now, I am going to duplicate that slick trick with her active brain waves in a few more moments. But I wanna add my medical thoughts here. When you descend down into a deep sleep at night, your brain activity peaks as you exhibits a colorful dream and you also experience a trance. Your sleep trance can be observed by a scientist using the same theta brain wave patterns, which are always spiked with fun events within your psyche. So, I theorize here with my upcoming new experiment that a dead body with a live and active brain will exhibit a sharp wave of spiked peaks and deep dips too. Thus, the hippocampus stem inside her dead body is still alive and working while sending out a strand of communicative words for the traveling soul that goes someplace else, such like, heaven or hell or outer space. We shall find out."

She exhaled with nervous anticipation. "And I ask for each audience member to remember this important statement and vital purpose here. When her heart stops beating, her brain wave patterns will continue to actively function for seven more minutes, where her soul will leave the human fleshy body and go someplace else. Her seven minutes of brain waves and her traveling soul are attached and together someplace else but here on the earth plane. This is my working theory. For the first time, we all will hear and witness, if my working theory for the soul actually works," she laughed. "At this point, if she had been a nice human female, I will slap a medical machine on her exposed chest and restart her dead heart and then bring her soul back from the deep, dark abyss and then her physical body functions would come back to life. Thus, she would restart her heart and then live to be one hundred years of age," she laughed again.

"But I am not going perform that medical feat as she is scheduled to die for her convicted legal crimes. I have been given the Alabama governor's written, electronic, and verbal permission along with the visual supervision from the State of Alabama prison and government agencies who are all here and present inside this dark auditorium to conduct my evil little medical experiment tonight," she chuckled with the group of government and prison representatives and some of the audience members. The other audience members continued to sit and stared down with pity for the prisoner.

Frankenstein smiled with a nod. "O! I have one last item. I am not going to press the death button, only observe my machine screen with the theta waves. There is a second long cable in the color of black hue that is discharged from the bottom of the orange tinted metal death chair which goes directly into a silver tinted buzzer box that is held by one of the prison representatives. The prison representative will press the death button on my command here. I do not kill people or prisoners. I help people who are imprisoned within their own horrors. What will we hear coming from Wania's soul? The live soul coming from a dead human will walk down a long, dark enclosed tunnel of white tinted thick coat of fog and then stroll ahead towards a bright, brilliant, beckoning white tinted light that holds a tall upright shadow figure, which could be another dead relative. I have read extensively which describes that physical picture right after an act of death. Is that true? Is that false? Let us find out! Is everyone ready?"

On the eighth auditorium bench row, Eun sneered down at the psychiatrist and her prisoner patient. "She is a horrible person."

"She is the sane one here. Our elected governor is the crazy one for allowing this sick death act. I am closing my eyelids. I don't wanna see this." Dalir placed both of his open palms over his two eyeballs while praying for a miracle from Almighty God.

Dinker continued to stare with a stern face in silence at the commotion down on the metal stage along with his high school friend Hibbin.

The audience members were silence and continued to shuffle sideways with nervousness on top of the hard, metal bench seat while staring down at the commotion on top of the metal stage from the bright spotlight.

On top of the stage, Frankenstein continued to stand in place and darted her eyeballs at her machine and then at the prisoner, lifting up her arm above her red colored hair roots, exhaling with anticipation from her new experiment. She swiftly dropped her arm as the audience gasped in alarm.

The prison representative continued to sit in the front row with a smile and pressed the death button on the single buzzer box. The long cable surged with an array of heavy voltage of electricity that went straight across the floor without a mark and then hit the metal death chair, swiftly following each metal strap, quickly flying the exterior skin into black on Wania first and then each one of her internal organs into burnt pile of cells, gases, and liquid blood.

Wania screamed with her death pain and as her sitting body jerked violently sideways, then upwards, and then downwards and finally stilled. She exhaled her last breath in death. The audience gasped in shock and continued to stare down at the stage floor. Some of the audience members laughed and hooted out loud, tossing both arms in the air with the death ritual.

On top of the stage floor, Frankenstein darted her eyeballs at the dead person and then her machine while yelling out loud in frustration at the viewing audience member. "Shut up out there in the audience! I need to hear the sound coming out from my consciousness machine," she leaned down and viewed a black colored monitor screen, quickly adjusting the volume control dial. Then the black screen quickly morphed into a sharp line with several ripples of theta waves.

She stood upright with a smile and quickly back stepped from the machine, showing the audience, jabbing a finger at the screen. I did it! Look at the active screen! Her brain line is jumping up and down with activity. Her brain is still alive and functioning. This is wonderfully incredible. The line holds a set of theta waves coming from her alive and active hippocampus stem inside her dead body. I really did it." She lifted up her personal mobile telephone to record the line of theta waves on her new invention and any other sound coming from the machine, shouting out loud to the audience members. "Shush! Shush! I wanna here the words coming out from her hippocampus and into my machine. Her theta brain waves are going crazy on the monitor. Her soul is still alive and is located somewhere, maybe inside this room," she laughed.

The auditorium room was still and cold and quiet.

The dead body of death row inmate Wania continued to slump forward without live and was burnt into a black hue but slowly turning into a dull blue tone from her death ritual.

On the eighth row, Eun continued to stare down at the stage in silence.

Dalir removed his two palms from his two eyeballs and then stared down at the stage in silence.

On the stage floor, Frankenstein continued to stand in place and held the recorder on her personal mobile telephone over her one eyeball, shouting out loud to the machine. "Quickly, tell me, Wania! Wania, are you with me here in the human world? Is your soul presented in human form, Wania? Where is your soul in human form located at, Wania? What is your soul in human form experiencing right now, Wania? Can you hear me, Wania?"

The dead body on Wania continued to sit inside the metal chair with her blood and turned into a blue hue and as her two eyeballs stared into the audience members on the third row.

Then a soprano sounding female voice screamed out loud coming from the hidden speaker on the consciousness machine, where the words echoed through the quiet auditorium. "Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of judgment ..."

Each audience member gasped in alarm and did not stand to leave but continued to watch in silence.

An alto sounding female voice continued to shout out the words coming from the consciousness machine, where the words echoed throughout the quiet room. "Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of judgment ..."

On the eighth row of benches, Dalir leaned over in shock and whispered in the cheekbone on the college male. "Do you hear these words?"

Eun looked up and scanned the dark metal rafters that displayed the moon and then each dark wall, whispering back to her friend, "I am sitting next to you. I can hear the words coming out from that machine. Where is her soul? Is her soul hanging around the walls or the ceiling. I do not see a bright orb flying around the ceiling or sailing out through one of the broken rafters. What is going on here? I do not understand."

Dinker laughed and clapped with some of the audience members. "This is a great freaking show! I am so glad that I decided to stay and partake of the spooky entertainment. I have actually eye witness a death row inmate death right here tonight."

Hibbin continued to sit and frowned down at the commotion on the stage floor with annoyance, whispering back to his friend. "This show is so gross and disgusting. And the other people were all fake and phony. I'm ready to leave right now, Dinker. Are you ready to leave too?"

The female voice continued to shout out the words coming from the consciousness machine, where the set of loud words echoed throughout the quiet room. "Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of judgment ..."

"I have heard those words before," Eun looked down and stared at her hands, looking up, nodding at the dead Wania on the metal stage. "Thou shall not kill. That is the Sixth Commandment from the Ten Commandments that came from Moses on the mountain," she leaned over with a stern face and whispered into the cheekbone on Dalir. "These words come from the Ten Commandments."

"I know that."

"Use your personal mobile telephone in here and look up the Bible passage."

"Why?"

"Just do it for me!"

"Okay!" Dalir shrugged and pulled out his mobile telephone, looking down at the black colored screen. He was not afraid of becoming exiled from the building. Numerous audience members were recording the event with their personal mobile telephone also. He tapped on the screen and located the Bible passage. Eun leaned over and read the passage in silence.

On the metal stage floor, a baritone male voice continued to shout out the words coming from the consciousness machine. "Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of judgment ..."

On the eighth row of benches, Dalir whispered into the cheekbone on Eun. "Thou shall not kill. This statement comes from the Book of Exodus, Chapter 20, Verse 13. This is the place with the Ten Commandments."

Eun frowned. "But the words are telling us more. Do you hear more of the words coming from that machine? Look up more of the echoing words."

"Okay!" He tapped on the screen.

On top of the metal stage floor, a tenor sounding male voice continued to shout out the words coming from the consciousness machine. "Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of judgment ..."

Frankenstein continued to stand with a smile and recorded the historical event, shouting at the machine. "I can hear your mind thoughts speaking through my human-made consciousness machine, which is located here in the human world. Can you hear me, the soul of Wania?"

A baritone male voice continued to shout out the words coming from the consciousness machine, where the words echoed throughout the room. "Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of judgment ..."

On the eighth row of benches, Dalir found a new passage and whispered it to Eun. "Here! I found it. In the Book of Matthew, Chapter Five, Verses 21 and 22, you shall not commit murder. Whoever commits murder will be liable for judgment."

She nodded with worry. "Yes! Yes! The echoing words are stating that same information that bombards my eardrums and bounces off the metal rafters. Who is stating those words?"

He continued to stare down at the screen and whispered the new information. "There is more in the Holy Bible. If you are angry with your brother, you will be liable to judgment. If you insult your brother, you will be liable to the council. And if you call someone foolish, you are liable to the hell of fire. That's a scary Bible passage."

She looked up and frowned down at the commotion on the stage floor, "Yeah, this entire presentation is scary as hell. What does all of this mean. I don't understand."

He looked up with worry and exhaled with fear, "I just wanna leave."

She nodded with fear too. "Me, too!"

On top of the stage floor, Frankenstein spun around with a gasp and lifted up both of her arms, waving them at the captured auditorium of college students, shouting out loud with a grin. "I did it. I truly did it. I have connected to the spirit of the dead body of Wania. We are hearing her voice coming through my consciousness machine. This is a miracle. I am a genius. And on the screen, her electric impulses are rolling up and down coming from her active hippocampus and dumping down into my human mechanical machine. We are hearing her actually voice coming from a dead Wania. But her soul has left her dead body and traveled someplace else and her soul is alive and well too."

Some of the audience members cheered and clapped for the mad lady scientist while the others stared in awe and fear in silence.

On the eighth row of benches, Hibbin frowned down at the dead prisoner. "What a stupid hoax? What a con job? I'm so glad we didn't pay money for this death show. Can we go now, Dinker?"

Dinker continued to hoot and clap while staring down at the dead body on the stage floor, "No, man! I wanna stay and see the rest of this freaky freak show! I wanna tell my dad about this stuff here at the Sloss Furnace. I only thought there were he-ghosts, not gross and gruesome death acts."

On top of the stage floor, Frankenstein continued to hold her personal mobile telephone and recorded the historical event while shouting out loud to the machine. "To the soul of dead Wania, are you talking to me through my consciousness machine? I am very shocked and surprised. I am happy to hear your voice or the voice of your soul or you, Wania."

Then a wispy female voice whispered out loud coming through the hidden speaker from the consciousness machine. "This is Wania. Where am I? No! No! No! That terrible and loud sound is not coming my voice or my mind. It is a voice from another person that lives down here. I...I am here and have awaken in my body and in my mind. I...I live in blazing heated fire. The place is an enclosed black tinted cavern or cave and burning with numerous grounded bonfires that reflect off the black rock, creating pockets of white tinted steam of water that drift up towards the ceiling. The steam and each fire plume from the bonfire swiftly rises upwards toward the cave ceiling while making the air currents hot and sizzling my human flesh. I do possess human flesh and bones. My body is flesh and my flesh is heated," she screamed through her mind that was connected to the machine inside the auditorium on Planet Earth. "My...my flesh is melting like a string of hot glue or a stream of heated wax from a firing candle. I ...I ..." the voice without a body screamed out loud again. "Pain! Pain! Pain!"

On top of the metal stage floor at the Sloss Furnace compound, an alto female voice shouted out loud the words coming from the consciousness machine. "Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. Thou shall not kill. Whosoever shall kill shall be in danger of judgment ..."

Frankenstein gasped in alarm and continued to record the conversation, shouting back at the speaker on the machine. "Is anyone there? Are you alone? Is another person or angel or demon with you at this time? Where are you located at this time? Describe your new home!"

The female voice shouted out loud coming from the hidden speaker on the consciousness machine, where each word echoed throughout the quiet room. "I... I stand in a strange but beautiful place of many colors. I see dark reds, dark blues, dark greens, bright yellows."

"Is this heaven? Is this place heavenly and peaceful?"

The female voice shouted out loud coming from the hidden speaker on the consciousness machine that was still attached into the rear bone skull on dead prisoner Wania as each word echoed throughout the quiet room. "Yes. Yes. Yes. The room is enclosed. I think. I stand and view thousands of spinning windmills. No. No. No. I view thousands of colorful things. I... I stand in a strange but beautiful place of colorful tornados. The numerous tornados shift and move around me and flow around this enclosed room where I stand. Now, the numerous colorful tornados are merging into a few tornados. No. No. No."

"What is it? What do you see now?"

"I...I stand in fire and in pain and I am all alone," her voice gasped in shock coming from the consciousness machine and as her body was living down in hell, not on the earth plane. "No. No! No! I am not alone. There is another person. I can see another person. The person walks upright like a man and is coming closer to me. O yeah! The person is a human male," she growled with lust and then giggled with delight, hissing from the pain of the heat. "Wow! The human male is tall and muscular with a head of amber colored hair and a matching full beard along with a tone of matching amber colored skin. The male is very handsome. He is coming closer to me. He must here to rescue me. I am still standing around fires and feeling my skin heat. If I do not get out of this fire, my skin will start to melt off my body," her voice shouted out loud through the machine for all the human students to hear. "Hey! Come over here! Come over here and help me! I need help! I am trapped down here. The handsome man is coming my way. He has stopped in front of me. He smiles at me with a head nod," she screamed out loud. "No! No! No! Get away from me! Get away from me!"

Frankenstein frowned and continued to record the event, "What is happening to you, Wania? Describe the setting and the scene and your screams!" She laughed with amusement.

The female voice from dead Wania or her live soul shouted out from the hidden speaker on the "The handsome male has...has...has morphed into a red color with two red colored sharp horns on his forehead and a red suit with two hoofs for his feet. He is...is...is the Devil man. I am in hell ..."

Then a loud sound of annoying static immediately echoed from the consciousness machine.

Frankenstein continued to record on her mobile telephone for a few more seconds and exhaled with disappointment. "Well, poo! I guess my seven minutes are up. I was hoping for more direct communication but that racket of yelling voices was annoying," she dropped her phone and spun around, slapping her chest, smiling with laughter. "Well, that was an exciting adventure into the unknown and beyond Planet Earth. What do you believe here? I do believe that we just heard from a tormented soul that is living down in mythical hell. So, you betta be good and betta be nice. Or the devil will get you, twice," she laughed with most of the audience members. The other audience members continued to stare in shock.

The body of the dead female prisoner Wania continued to slump down against the chair restraints in soft burps of sounds as her dead body continued to slowly grow out her fingernails and skin tissue. Her voice went silent. The consciousness machine softly sounded with a set of low static.

Frankenstein swiftly spun around in a completely circle and waved both of her arms in the air, laughing with an evil tone, stopping back in front of the audience. "I did it. I did it. I really did it. I really did it. Did you hear it? Did you hear it? Did you hear these words? The words came out of my new invention. My invention, the consciousness machine followed the soul of Wania as her traveling soul landed down a place called hell. This is positively, absolutely awesome and terrifying and scary reality event. I can't wait to analysis the voice recording and the information again for my new scientific article with permission from the great State of Alabama government agencies. However, the show must go on. I have one more experiment to share tonight. Don't sweat ant hills! Is everyone still scared and horrified? Good! Now, breathe in and then breath out. Calm your running heart and racing pulse down into a steady pace or a light trance of mental thoughts not of death. I promise a pleasant show next, not another scary one," she laughed out loud and moved away from the dead body of Wania, standing near the front row of audience members. She slapped her chest and nodded with a smile to the audience. "I have one more exhibition left before we leave this building tonight. This one is not going to kill ya dead, either," she laughed out loud with most of the audience members.

"Now, we are going to dive back into the concept of reincarnation. The concept of reincarnation is almost as old as the planet. For centuries, people have questioned the concept of reincarnation. But today, I have proved the existence of the soul that travels to someplace else but here. For centuries, Buddhist teachings have recognized the concept of reincarnation with a little lemon twist in their sweet tea glass. The soul does not always come back here to Planet Earth or in a human format. So, where does the soul go for a Buddhist monk death. The soul returns back into the spiritual plane which could be heaven. Then the heavenly soul can return back to Planet Earth to fulfill a new task which is related to the previous incarnation. That concept raises more goose bumps on my two forearms and the hair strands on my back spine. So, a Buddhist soul goes directly into heaven and might not come back. Why is that? Well, I have one guess. The Buddhist monk is a very, very good human. So, that human has accomplished their task or lived a clean karmic life. And their soul consciousness does not jump down into a new body on Planet Earth. This discussion brings up the new and nifty hot, mystical topic of karma. Everyone has heard that dirty word. Karma is a Buddhism term which means the action or work or deed of doing an act that influences or affects someone or something. The word is a spiritual principle of cause and effect, where intent and actions from an individual leads to a future consequence. The intent along with the act determines your next rebirth within the cycle of reincarnation. For example, if you are a very naughty girl and murder someone, then your karma is damaged and destined to become a re-birthed soul with a set of terrible table manners and a horrible life style here on Planet Earth. However, if you are a very good girl, then your karma or actions are very good. You are destined to go to heaven or something like that. It is very hard to prove the idea of karma as it is an outer space concept to many scholars and scientists. So, I will sum up the idea of karma. Karma is a set of good deeds, whether mental action, bodily action or vocal actions, which ensure a nice soul gains easy entrance into beautiful heaven, after the human death; while a bad soul is sent directly down into fiery hell. Now, I do believe that Brother Jesus lectured about this concept throughout his days which are recorded in the Holy Bible for judgment day by Almighty God. So, ya better be a nice, not naughty soul. Or the judge will get your soul for that," she laughed with some of the audience members. Then she nodded with a stern face. "How does the Buddhist teachings tie the concept of reincarnation with the idea of karma? Good actions of karma lead to a wholesome rebirth. So, if you perform good deeds in your current life, then your new reincarnated life will be a happy, cheery, and rosy living. Bad actions of karma lead to a unwholesome rebirth. But, if you exhibit bad deeds of karma, then your new reincarnated life will be a terrible, horrible, painful, and unpleasant living. I hope that I am leading a life with good karma. Let us continue onward, folks!"

She nodded with a smile. "I have one more exhibition for your racing heart and your open eyeballs. This client presented a unique past life memory which I had found to profound and honest and original. I will not explain or tattle her past life adventure, but I will allow her to tattle the story to ya'll." Frankenstein lifted both of her arms over her hair roots signaling the light director that stood on top of the ceiling rafters. The single spotlight slowly expanded out and displayed a pink tinted lounge chair with a small child on top of the seat.

The child was five years old with a head of two pigtails in brown hue on each side of her bone skull, a tone of olive tinted skin, and a pair of closed eyelashes, displaying a lavender tinted short-sleeved sundress with a pair of white tinted sneakers and a pair of lavender tinted ankle socks. She was quiet and still like the body was dead.

The audience members gasped in alarm. Some of the people stood upright from the bench shouting out loud a set of angry words, pointing down at the child and at Dr. Frankenstein.

A sharp voice coming from a upright white headed, tall women yelled out loud, "You are a sick woman."

An angry tone coming from a short and porky, black haired man shouted out loud at the psychiatrist, "Why is there a child here in your sick show, woman?"

A scowling voice coming from a petite and slender, blonde haired woman hollered out loud at the psychiatrist, "Let that child go back to your parents, ya evil, wicked doctor!"

Frankenstein continued to hold and waved both of her arms in the air, nodding with a smile. "Let me explain! Please sit down! I will explain here." She continued to stand and waved her two hands until the room returned back to a reasonable tone of sound. She dropped her arms and slapped her laboratory coat, nodding with a stern face. "This is my youngest and talented client. I have permission from her parents for her to be present here and talk with you. So, please sit down and calm down!" She waited for the auditorium room to return back to normal in peace and quiet. Then she nodded with a smile. I had presented two adults with their individual past life memories. I have been working with these two adults for years while helping to access their past life memory and solve their emotional issue. The concept of reincarnation is still an outer space idea for tons of adult humans. Numerous documented records and current research studies have revealed that a child between the ages of two and six years will provide a detailed account of their past life memory including the name of their birth city, the street names, their pets, their toys, their family members, their home address and other relevant information, which is simply unbelievable. Then at the age of seven, these past life memories will complete vanish and then disappear from their growing brain matter. Why is that? One biological fact, an infant is constantly learning and only recalls a handful of faces, before the age of two years old, because inside their infant hippocampus stem their long-term memory ability is still immature and growing to store a lasting fun or painful memory emotion. At six months of age, a baby can repeat a simple task for three weeks and then forget about that simple task until it is shown from the mother or father again. Then, at the age of seven years old, the neural cells become more efficient and each fun or painful memory event sticks inside their brain matter. A second mental fact, I find through my work that a past life memory is more vivid and brighter if the human suffered a terrible death. I rarely interview a human with a natural death or a pleasant demise, where the individual had entered into heaven. So, the mind inside a small toddler is empty for storing memories while a reincarnation soul can occupy that place and space for fun or purpose or torment to their biological parents, while a bolder reincarnated soul likes to talk and act out their old self in front of the family members. There are numerous documents related to this act and actions with children which have been verified through birth and residential certificates and elderly eye witnesses also. However, a past life memory in an adult is usually related to a past life behavior coming from a terrible death, where the same behavior pattern is reincarnated into the next life. This is my job to find out and then fix the past life behavior, so the current life form can enjoy their current life."

She spun around and smiled at the little girl. "For privacy procedures, I will not name my client. She and I have performed numerous sessions of past life incarnations together over the past two months together. Please tell me about your person!"

The child female did not move any limbs or open her two eyelids, but parted her lips, speaking into a stationary microphone beside her cheekbone that echoed her words throughout the large, quiet auditorium space. "I know of the spiritual information that you desire, licensed Alabama psychiatrist Amlot Limburg, M.D."

Frankenstein gasped in shock at the little girl as her proper name was Amlot Limburg, medical physician. "What!"

The audience members gasped in shock also.

On the eighth row auditorium bench, Eun leaned over and stared at the little girl. "Is that the physician's real name? Is that little girl really in a sleep trance?"

"No!" Dalir shook his bone skull and frowned down at the stage floor. "That is a child and she is too young in years to be tricked into a trance. This part of the show is really fake and phony. I think we should leave now. I can't take any more death scenes." He started to stand upright.

Eun reached over and slapped his forearm while staring down at the floor with a sneer. "Sit down, Dalir! I wanna see the next part of this weird show. Dr. Limburg is a phony baloney and this child is going to expose her magic tricks right now. That death act was fake too. This is all part of the show. Overall, this show is great. I have never been so entertained and scared in my life. Well, this is the spooky Sloss Furnace. I guess Dr. Limburg couldn't find that he-ghost," she laughed with a smile.

Dinker continued to sit and stared with a confused brown down at the child. "I don't know about all of this fake shit show. I thought that middle aged woman had died in the metal electric chair. But now, I do believe that everything is fake and false here. A five year old child cannot become tranced. Ain't that right, bro?"

Hibbin continued to sit and smiled down at the floor action, "Shut up, Dinker! I do believe all of this stuff is fake and false, but it's very entertaining. I wished Mora was here to see this," he softly chuckled with amusement.

Eun stared down the child with confusion. "Is that little girl really five years of age? Her parents should be ashamed for engaging in a fake show. I bet her parents were paid lots of money for this entertainment act."

Dalir nodded with a stern face. "Well, she looks five years of age. I do not believe any of this stuff."

A tall, dark skinned high school teen female sat on the other side of Dalir and leaned over, whispering into his cheekbone, "Shush over there! I wanna hear and see this next act."

On top of the auditorium stage, in the bright spot light, the five years old child continued to sit inside the oversized pink tinted lounge chair with both her two eyelids closed, without moving her two limbs, whispering in the air which was caught by the silver tinted microphone near her parted lips. "In the Holy Bible, the Book of Matthew, Chapter 16, Verse 21, the scriptures states that Jesus knew what he must do here on Planet Earth to show the truth from our Heavenly Father. Jesus must go into the city of Jerusalem and suffer for many things coming from the elders and the chief priests and the scribes. Then he will be killed and be raised again on the third day. As Jesus knew his faith during his limited time here. Thus, I know of my fate, too."

Frankenstein gasped in shock at the child and shuffled side to side, waving both of her arms in the air, shouting out loud at the child. "What! How is that possible? You did not speak these words before during our session inside my office over the past two months. You had spoken about living as a Catholic nun in a convent and served the poor people and then died from natural causes at death several decades ago. You...you are faking your trance. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Wake up, kid!" She snapped her fingers and then growled at the fake act from the child.

The child spoke and displayed a pair of closed eyelashes. "You forget to say the math number zero, Dr. Limburg. You always say the math number zero, before I awaken from my sleep trance, Dr. Limburg."

Limburg gasped in shock and then sneered in angry at the little girl. "Ya little monster, you are faking it and embarrassing me, child. I demand that you wake up and tell the audience the truth about your past life memory. I am not a liar. I am a physician. This is my life's work. You are ruining my reputation here.

A tiny voice from the child spoke slow and calm and as her body did not move and her eyelids did not open. "I am so sorry, Dr. Limburg. I am not here to embarrass or harass or you or your work. As a matter of fact, you have offered me a find opportunity here to engage the audience.

Limburg gasped in alarm and snorted in fury, slapping her chest, nodding with a sour frown. "Hey! What! What does that mean? I am the master here. You are the slave. I shout out the commands during the trance sleep. Then you obey them and tattle your past life memory to the audience."

The little girl continued to sit without moving her body or opening her two eyelashes, speaking a calm and clear tone of voice. "I do have a past life memory to share with you and the audience. I had lived as a church nun in my previous past life here on Planet Earth and died at the age of ninety-eight chronological years. My soul was swept off my death bed and then rose directly into heaven. Heaven is peaceful, beautiful, harmonious place with flying angels, singing harps, lots of woodlands, and some wildlife animals and former pets including dogs, cats, and horses. There are not many souls up there. But I will explain later in my vocal and visual presentation ..."

"What vocal and visual presentation? I am the presenter here. You are the program here. What are you bumbling about, little child? I demand that you open your eyelids and talk to me, like an adult, child!"

The child continued talk within her sleep trance. "I come through the pair of pearly white tinted gates and nodded to Saint Peter. He guards the gates with a sword of fire in blue, yellow and red hue. The sword is really cool. Then I move across a planet, not the clouds. Geez! Do you really think heaven is in the fluffy clouds which is filled with water for raindrops? No ma'am. Heaven is beyond the stars in outer space on another planet. I do not know the location of the foreign planet but it is a pretty cool sight. That information has not been shared with me. On the heaven planet, I feel really smart and wise and bold and brave. All of the universe is revealed for my eyeballs and my neurons to see, hear, and taste, and touch. It is an awesome high with love, compassion, kindness, and joy. I continue my footpath on a pair of naked feet. You do know that a human is buried in clothing, but the clothes do not float with the soul onto the heavenly planet. If not, then you do now. So, I stop and enter into a single small room with a set of four invisible walls, but I can see throughout the heavenly landscape. I sit down on the red dirt as a chair is made from a tree. Trees in heaven are alive too. A tree is not cut down for a chair or a piece of paper or for fun. So, I sit down on top of the dirt and patiently wait, humming a sweet song. The trait of patience is an angelic behavior. I try to act like an angel while I visit the heaven planet. On the heaven planet, every soul likes to sing out loud and in harmony. All the angels play a harp too. One time, I hope to stay long enough and play one of the musical harps too. A few seconds later, Almighty God appears alone ..."

"Stop this silly madness, little child!" Limburg spun around and frowned at the audience, waving both of her arms in the air, nodding with a stern face. "I am so sorry here. My youngest client has decided to become an actress tonight. We should..."

"Hey, now!" A tall, red haired female swiftly stood upright from her bench seat and pointed down at the child. "I wanna hear the little child tell her story." She sat back down with a nod.

"Me, too!" A short, brown haired teen male jabbed a finger down at the stage floor and shouted at Limburg. Go on, kid! Tell us about the heavenly planet," he sat back down with a smile.

The child continued to sit and spoke with a slow and calm tone. "You cannot stop the love of Jesus Christ and all of his works and words of salvation for every single soul. Please allow me to continue, Dr. Limburg! I am here to complete my destiny."

"What!" Limburg spun around with a gasp and stared with confusion at the child. "What is your fate here on Planet Earth? How is that you know of your personal destiny? What does all of this mean? What are you telling here? You never talked like this during any trance session before."

On the eighth row bench, Eun nodded with a smile. "Now, this information is much, much better for my eardrums and my heart and my mind."

Dalir frowned down at the stage floor. "I don't understand any of this. What is that little girl saying?"

Dinker laughed out loud and pointed down at the child. "I can't believe that the physician has conned us first without her money and then that little child and her biological parents with her money. I smell tons of money. Do your nostrils smell a pot of cool cash, Hibbin?"

Hibbin continued to sit and stared down with a stern face at the floor. "I do not know. I thought it was all fake and phony and false. But, now, I am not certain and I am still trying to figure it all out. I wanna watch and see and hear what happens next."

An average-sized male stood upright with a bald head and shouted out loud at Limburg. "Let the child speak!"

A tall and slender female shouted out loud, "Speak, kid!"

A petite and skinny male yelled out loud from the audience, "Go and tattle to us, kid!"

On top of the metal floor, the sitting child inside the pink tinted lounge chair did not move or opened her eyelashes, speaking loud and clear to the audience members and Dr. Limburg. "Thank you for allowing me to speak here, Dr. Limburg and audience members. I have some very important information to share with everyone. Your personal instruction manual is called the Holy Bible. In the Holy Bible, Almighty God created the heavens, the stars, the planets, the dinosaurs, the plants, the forests, the sea waters, the animals, and finally the people. After he decided to kill off the dangerous pod of big and mean dinosaurs, then battled and then kicked out the fallen angel Lucifer from heaven, he watched a fallen angel Lucifer land down on Planet Earth, the new planet from his new awesome creation skills and talents.

"Lucifer did not waste time and created a gang of nasty demons from the same plot of clay dirt on Planet Earth sorta like Almighty God, ordering each one of his followers to mate with the pure human race of males and females, producing a set of semi-human reptiles with a cold, black heart, a smart brain, and a greedy personality, without a soul.

"Only Almighty God can create each soul. Satan cannot create anything, but a headache for his flock of demons or a set of bad humans. The pod of half-breed humans and the pure race of humans continued to party hardy, like it was the year 1999," she giggled. "Then Almighty God became very jealous and then extremely angry at his children and the vile set of non-children, sending down his godly wrath. So, the entire planet was destroyed by a flood of salty water, killing the half-breed humans and the pure race of humans and the animals, the plants, the mountains, the rivers, the woodlands, and the seas. When the rain finally stopped and the flood water finally recessed, only his devoted servant Noah and his wife and his children inhabited the planet as eight people and then he re-populated the soil. However, that fallen angel Lucifer had survived the floor waters and continued to thrive, living down underneath the earth soil inside a single carved out cavern using his magical powers, dubbing his permanent home as hell. Yeah!

"Now, Noah and his grandchildren and great grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren started over on Planet Earth. Almighty God started over also and promised not to destroy the people, pets, and plants again. So, Almighty God started sending down a set of wise holy prophets to aid and support his new flock of innocent and mischievous children, lecturing their individual life instructions which would secure their soul back into pretty heaven. Some of the numerous instructions stated: do not kill or steal or cheat or lie or harm people, enslave people, harm animals, and lots of other rules. However, the flock of children did not seen to follow his new rules either.

"However, Lucifer re-appeared back on top of the earth soil also and created another nasty batch of demons that mated with the new pure race of humans again. So, Almighty God sent down his team of highest heavenly Archangels to aid mankind and womankind, including Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Uriel, and Metatron. An archangel is an extension of Almighty God and personifies his grace, majesty, and power. Their angel mission is to stand with humans, watch over humans, and to heal humans. However, still, the children who were created by Almighty God did not want to believe or obey his rules. So, Almighty God got really mad again and broke his promise to save his children.

"For decades and decades, his children wandered around and got lost, engaging in naughty stuff, again. Then Almighty God sent down his son Christ Jesus to teach all of his children the gifts of compassion, kindness, honesty, sacrifice, salvation, and love. However, the gang of nasty human rulers crucified Christ Jesus. Almighty God was not mad at his children, because the blood from his son Christ Jesus saved the sinner of each soul, so each soul could go and live and play in heaven with their heavenly brother.

"Now, the spilled precious blood that landed down on the ground soil coming from a dying and suffering Christ Jesus had bonded with this earth planet to Almighty God first. Thus, when Almighty God wants his children to receive his undivided attention, he whispers to the planet landscape, sending out ocean hurricanes, snow blizzards, river floods, earthquakes, forest fires, terrain tornados, or other terrible weather events with the support and co-operation of Mother Earth. Now, each one of those weather events does get the undivided attention from his children. And some of his children start to recognize and worship Almighty God. But the other children do not.

"Now, listen carefully here. You must to learn, ponder, and remember this passage.

"In the Book of Mark, Chapter 13, Verse 8, nation against nation, kingdom against kingdom, there will be also be earthquakes in certain bad places along with famines and troubles. This is the beginnings of the sorrows for mankind and womankind and animals and insects and plants and trees and all.

"Second point, the spilled blood that had landed down on the ground soil coming from his son Christ Jesus also had bonded each soul to Almighty God. Wow! Woe, the stagecoach, ya'll! This is really, really, really and very, very, very important to learn, ponder, and remember here, folks.

"In the Book of John, Chapter 3, Verses 17, Almighty God sends down his own Son Christ Jesus not to judge the world, but to save the world through his blood, sweat, and tears. However, his blood is the most important item on his body. Why is blood important here?

"If you recall from your high school biology course, blood is the life force of each human and animal and insect and fetus inside the womb from the mother-to-be. Blood is a body fluid that contains proteins, water, glucose, minerals, hormones, carbon dioxide, and other important chemical and biological properties, where a single modern day medical scientist has not successful replicated a blood protein. You cannot replicate or duplicate a blood protein, because it is created by and from only Almighty God for every human and animal and insect and growing fetus. Almighty God even has added a protein that changes the color of blood. In all humans, the hue is red. Spiders, skinks, and worms possess green colored blood. Horseshoe crabs display blue colored blood. Without the flow of colored blood going in and out from each cell within a living life form, the sickly life form will die and then cease to exist on Planet Earth. Blood is thicker than water! The patient is bleeding out! Bad blood! Blood brother! In Jewish religion, the life of a creature is in the blood. In biological, her blood connects to the blood in the fetus, after the birth conception and during childbirth.

"Some of the more famous uses of blood include. In the Book of Genesis, Chapter 9, Verse 4, Almighty God did not allow Noah and his son to eat bloody food. The Angel of Death passed by each Hebrew house with a first-born child that was smeared with the blood of the lamb during the Passover from Moses. So, we can all agree that human or animal blood is very unique product within a life form and the Bible scriptures. One of the more familiar Bible passages include in the Book of First John, Chapter 1, Verse 7, the blood of Jesus Christ, the son of Almighty God will clean each human from all sin. Yeah, man! This is the true purpose of blood and Christ Jesus!

"In the Book of Revelation, Chapter 1, Verse 5, Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Jesus loved us and washed away our sins with his blood.

"In the Book of Revelation, Chapter 12, Verses 10 through 17, a voice from heaven shouts out loud to each soul. Christ Jesus comes with salvation, the power, the authority, and the kingdom from Almighty God. If an accuser of a true Christian speaks out vile things, before Almighty God, then the accuser will be hurled down into hell. Each true Christian has accepted the blood of the Lamb and the word of their holy testimony to love, honor, and worship Christ Jesus. But the accuser does not love his live, only his death with his evil master the devil in hell.

"So, Christ Jesus has spilled out his blood from his human body, after becoming beaten and spat on before his death on the wooden cross to cleanse the sins of humanity or humans, which is you and me and her and him. And the body of each human contains blood also. So, each human is bonded with Christ Jesus. Amen!

"Now, Christ Jesus had died and was buried. But he rose up on the third day. He appeared before Mary and the other women and talked with his disciplines. However, three days before, Christ Jesus had died. His body had been dead such like a human bio-shell experiences when their heart stops and their blood dries up. So, Christ Jesus did all of this to save the human race and atone for their sins. Then he was resurrected to prove that there is life or an afterlife, after death. I do believe that modern day men and women and teenagers and elementary children knew this. But I bet that you did not know this one," she continued to sit without expression and not opening her two eyelashes while staring directly at Limburg. "I have been listening to your medical lecture. And you are correct with your spiritual conclusion."

"What!" Limburg gasped in shock. "What are you talking about? You have been in a deep trance sleep. You could not possibly listen to my medical lecture. What is the meaning of this? What games are you playing here, child?"

The child continued to sit without expression but spoke in a loud, calm voice. "I thought you had been listening to my heavenly lecture, Dr. Limburg. Christ Jesus had spilled his blood which has bonded each soul to his body, kinda like a happy marriage or a business life partnership but much, much better. Thus, his father Almighty God cannot destroy any life form on Planet Earth again. Since Christ Jesus and each soul is bonded, a soul cannot die. A soul does not ever parish in the fire or the flames or from a death act. Matter is not destroyed, but only changes form or format. This is both a scientific and universal rule. Almighty God established that universal rule for a reason, until the end of his personal judgment day with each created soul, which is a secret only known to Almighty God.

"If the soul is never destroyed or buried down into a dirt, where is the soul then? The soul does not die but continues to live. After the human bio-shell ceases to function, the soul ..." she paused without expression to the audience members. "Hmm! Some individuals are not going to like this statement. The soul descends down into a place of hell first. Because Almighty God is a loving entity that created you and your sister and your mother and your next door neighbor and every pure human life form. He did not create the pod of nasty demons that mated with the pure humans and then created a gang of nasty half-breed humans that hold a reptilian scaly face in disguise with a stream of warm red tinted blood proteins. I will repeat this again. When a human dies, the soul does not parish into nothingness. Instead, the soul is sent down into the place that is called hell. Dr Limburg has proven the theory with the lady prisoner. Your consciousness machine is a very clever tool, Dr. Limburg. The machine that was attached to the human hippocampus followed each loud echo from the traveling soul down into the hell, the first visitation of a soul. I..."

A short, red haired young adult girl stood upright from the bench and frowned down at the child. "What for? Why is that?"

A tall, overweight, older male continued to sit and sneered down at the child. "What does that mean?"

A short, overweight elderly woman continued to sit and laughed at the child. "Are your words really true, child? I thought all of this was really faked."

On top of the metal floor, in the bright spotlight, the child continued to sit and lifted up both of her palms near a stern face. "First, your soul has been created by Almighty God, not Satan or your two parents. Second, your soul can only be destroyed by Almighty God, not Satan or your two parents or another human. Third, you are a sinner, not a saint. Fourth, you are down here on Planet Earth, not up in heaven to help your fellow brothers and sisters. If I must present another historical lesson, then I will. Noah and his three sons and his three daughters-in-law re-populated Planet Earth. Thus, we are all kin through the blood of Noah. How interesting! There is that word, again, blood. So, each one of us is truly a brother and a sister to each other. Some people believe that when your body dies, your soul goes up in to heaven and waits for the judgment day. Other people believe that the soul dies into nothingness. While other people believe that a bad soul goes directly down into hell. Some religious teachings believe that if the human does not repent of their heavenly or earthly sins while here on Planet Earth, then the soul will go down into a temporary hell, after their human death. Then the hellish soul gets out of temporary hell and meets and greets the other souls with an opportunity to repent of their sins afterwards while avoiding eternal hell.

"I would like to comment here that each human has been given a brain coming from Almighty God and a personal manual of instructions coming from the Holy Bible. Thus, the human can read the Bible and figure out the true fact from fiction."

She giggled with a nod. "Now, when I had died, I went straight up into heaven and visited with Almighty God. Why did I go into heaven? Why do you go down into hell? Because I must explain the term, soul contract. When your soul is first created and hanging around heaven, your soul and Almighty God have a private meeting there in heaven. In this private meeting, you verbally agree to a contract of lessons within your soul. Why would you or I do that? Because Almighty God created you and he wants you to become a better soul, such like, both our earthly and heavenly icon, his son Christ Jesus. Yeah, that is a hard task, but it is each one of our many tasks. The soul contract contains life lessons in which your soul must achieve or acquire or practice, such like, patience, tolerance, love, kindness, compassion, honesty, and other goody-good traits. Wow! Does that strand of verbs sound familiar? Could it be that the strand of verbs are located inside your personal instruction manual? In the Book of First Corinthians, Chapter 13, Verses 4 to 8, love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not boast; love is not proud. Love does not dishonor others; love is not self-seeking. Love is not easily angered; love keeps no record of wrongs. And you can read the rest of the verses. I am here to remind you that you are a sister or a brother of Christ Jesus. Christ Jesus had died on the wooden cross and then spilled out his blood, taking the punishment of your sins, so you can have eternal salutation of happiness, joyfulness, glee and truly other spiritual blessings. This Bible passage is recited at each wedding ceremony between two loving individuals, reminding them of their connection to each other and Almighty God.

"Back to the soul contract, each newly created heavenly soul has one, where each human must learn or achieve or acquire something about the universe and their life form within the universe. And each newly created heavenly soul agrees to the contract with Almighty God. Then each newly created heavenly soul with their secret contract is sent down to Planet Earth and then experiences a birth within a human bio-shell body with their soul consciousness. Then their pair of biological parents influences the tiny newborn's mind regarding a set of shared religious beliefs, work ethics, social friends, and family values and nasty habits, which is part of the newborn life.

"Now, things are great. The soul in disguise as a human life form grows up and becomes an adult, getting a job, producing a family unit and makes a living providing for his family unit. Then one day, the human gets really angry at his neighbor and murders the other male with his home-made shovel. This is not a love action, but a hate act.

"Granted, centuries ago, our Heavenly Father had not given the set of Ten Commandments to his faithful servant Moses yet to share with the rest of the world, but our Heavenly Father had sent down his set of prophets, such like, Elijah, Elisha, Abraham, Jacob, Joseph, John, the Baptist, and Jesus to teach each human the right ways from the wrong ways.

"So, a newly created heavenly soul comes down to Planet Earth and is birthed from a female mother. Then the soul grows up and does his chores and eats his vegetables and finishes his homework assignments and helps his neighbors. Thus, the soul is performing a set of good or noble deeds or acts or actions. Do you agree? I agree too. Now, when a soul dies, the soul goes to hell ..."

The audience members first gasped in alarm and then yelled out loud in worry.

The child continued to sit and did not lift one hand or one finger in the air, speaking with a loud, firm tone of voice to the audience members. "Let me explain! I must use numerous statements to explain that action. Your soul have been created and then blessed by our Heavenly Father or the Maker or the Creator. When your soul is good, this is wonderful. When you soul performs bad deeds, this is really bad. However, there is only one good soul that has ever walked the dirt here on Planet Earth. It is Christ Jesus. So, each soul is to follow the footpath of Christ Jesus, which is almost impossible. As a human of flesh, each human is tempted with an array of good to nice to ugly to naughty acts and actions, so each human is not worthy of pure light and goodness.

"For example, if the soul has committed a crime within your neighborhood, all right, within someone else's neighborhood, you are found, arrested, convicted, and go into a human jail with iron bars and wait for judgment. The same rule allows to each heavenly sin. When you commit a heavenly sin, you are punished and sent into a celestial jail without the iron bars. Where is the jail located? The jail cell is a place that you have heard all of your life. The jail building is located in hell. When you did not love and help each other, as it is stated in the Holy Bible, you are sent down into hell fire. These two words, hell fire, are stated in the Holy Bible. you can find the text inside the Book of Matthew, Chapter 5, Verse 22, whosoever shall say, you are a fool. Then you will be in danger of hell fire. I like that word. It really describes hell. Hell fire.

"Thus, after the human of flesh death act, each traveling and living soul is sent down into the hell fire hot spot, where each soul gets to meet up with Lucifer for the first time or maybe the hundredth time. You must remember here. Each human is sent down here to Planet Earth to learn and try and test and strengthen their personal heavenly soul. I do believe that our earthly icon Christ Jesus did perform these acts and his soul was tried and tested by his father. The soul is everything. The soul is life. The soul knows our Heavenly Father and all the heavenly ways. So, the soul must guide your human flesh of bones and blood and emotional greed and arrogance. This is the life lesson that each human must learn, before permanently staying in heaven.

"Let me point out that the soul is located down in hell fire place for a very short period of time like watching a bad horror movie and the soul is not living there for years or decades or centuries. Our Heavenly Father comes along and plucks his scared or tormented soul up from the hell hot spot and places the soul in beautiful cool heaven for another private meeting regarding becoming a better soul. However, I often am reminded in the Book of Luke, Chapter 16, Verses 19 through 31 about the story of the rich man and Lazarus which was told by Christ Jesus, where the rich man was bad and was punished to live the rest of his eternal days in hell. Lazarus was a poor man and spent the rest of his eternal days in heaven. That was parable or a story with a life lesson.

"After the soul is taken up from hell and then rests there in heaven, our Creator likes to discuss the previous lifestyle of the soul that had lived down here on Planet Earth. Yeah, it sucks! Yeah, it is a repeat like an old television program re-run! Yeah, here it comes, again!

"So, our Creator and your soul agrees to a new soul contract, which might have lacked some missing good traits from the first soul contract. Once both of you agree to the terms, your soul is sent back down to Planet Earth and placed down into a new womb from a different female mother. This act is called, reincarnation.

"The word, reincarnation, is a Latin word that means, entering the flesh. A soul exists in every pure human life form with fleshy skin tissue, bones, and blood proteins. So, a soul passes from one human body into another human body through a set of repeated births and then death acts, which is the same species with some deep ethical implications. Thus, you are here with me inside this dark, damp former iron ore factory. Your soul is only one entity which has lived one thousand lives. So, try and figure that one out inside your brain matter!

"I would like to point out in the Book of Hebrews, Chapter 11, Verse 35, women receive back their dead, raised to life again. There were others who were tortured, refusing to be released, so they would have a better resurrection. Say what! Humans refused to die. Humans wanted more torment and torture. What in the heavens for? Humans did not want to see Lucifer again down in hell hot spot. Now, if this passage is not referencing the act of reincarnation, then kiss my grits. In the Bible passage, humans wanted to receive a better re-birth through the act of reincarnation. A resurrection is a one-time awakening of the soul like Christ Jesus did to Lazarus in the Book of John, Chapter 11, Verses 38 through 44.

"How do I know if I am a reincarnated soul that exists present time and place and space, right now? That is a very easy question with multiple answers. A reincarnated soul will experience a re-occurring dream during their sleep time or possess a strange phobia or terrible or silly fear. You are aware of other people's feeling. You are connected to certain people. These people belong with you, anyways. Your soul recognizes an old soul. You are drawn to a certain culture or to certain objects or possess certain talents. You feel out of place. Each one of these statements is a sign of a reincarnated soul. Thus, you are the sum of all you past lives.

"Your first traveling soul, if you had been a queen or a king of royalty, then you will be birthed back down here on Planet Earth as a queen or a king of royalty again. That seems unfair! However, life is very fair. Let me explain further.

"Reincarnation is a repeated re-birth of your soul through a different female mother as you re-live the human adventures and trials and tribulations back here on Planet Earth. In the Book of Hebrews, Chapter 11, Verse 35, the humans did not want to die but continued to be tormented. Why would this Bible passage exist? What is the meaning? I have the answer also. The Bible passage means that the people refused to die, so they could live a longer life and continue to perform more good works or deeds while obtaining a more favorable condition within their next reincarnation here on Planet Earth. What in the fudge does all that silly mess mean? A re-birth of your soul is directly related to your karma. You and I both have heard that funky term karma through numerous pretend science fiction Hollywood film movies.

"Karma is a Buddhist word that literally means, deeds or actions. An act or action or deed is a direct cause from the giver and an effect on the receiver. Woe is me! Or whoa is thee! Thus, within the re-birth process, the fate of each soul in this present life and in the future lives is determined by each deed of a good or a bad actions in your past life or your karma of good or bad deeds. Now, this is really heavy, man! Karma is the cosmic law of justice for your soul. Thus, your soul is reincarnated with your bad or good karma while re-living a set of new experiences over and over again in a different human life form. I do believe that each human understands the concept of a soul contract, a reincarnation process, and a karma condition. If the soul has been performed a set of good deeds, but has not attained goodness or godliness, then that soul will come back with a new soul contract trying to learn something old or new or different. However, if the soul had performed a set of bad deeds, well then that soul went down into hell hot spot for a temporary visitation, learning an eternity lesson. This place could be his or her permanent home. Then that troubled soul is sent back up into heaven to talk with our Heavenly Father as he can only create a soul. The troubled soul and our Heavenly Father talk and chat about the previous life down here on Planet Earth while negotiating a new soul contract. However, if the troubled soul really wants to improve their reincarnation and walk a path of lightness, not darkness, then the troubled soul will ask for a tougher re-birth through the reincarnation process. What in the fudge does that mean?

"Let me translate here. I would like each human to ponder your personal life form and personal lifestyle. Are you happy? Are you sadness? Are you alone? Are you friendly? Are you social? Are you troubled? Are you an addict of something? Who are you, really and literally and spiritually? Now, I would like each human to ponder a different life form and lifestyle of that human, who possesses a crippling genetic disease or is without a limb or is without a parent or is without a plate of food. I will give your brain matter time to ponder these two very different and important thought processes. Now, since you have finished your thought processes. I would like to add to the karma thing.

"When a bad soul had performed an array of bad deeds which had affected different souls here on Planet Earth, that bad soul will accept a new soul contract involving loss of physical body parts and pieces or loss of family members or a loss of riches and rewards, because that troubled soul must learn numerous good traits, such like, charity, honesty, sacrifice, love, hope, faithfulness, and others. Within the belief of karma, each inequality that is exhibited through birth, society, race, and economic comes from your previous acts, actions, and deeds of bad karma. So, the next time you see a homeless male in the street, the homeless male has accepted a soul contract of poverty and misery becoming a better soul."

From the audience members, on the tenth metal row, a tall, overweight female stood upright from the seat and waved both of her arms in the air, shouting out loud with a sneer, "Is this a green pasture of hot, steaming brown colored cow patties? Yeah! Where is that information written down? No where! What culture practices this faith? None!"

On top of the center stage floor of metal, the sitting child continued to smile and stared into the audience. "Numerous world cultures believe and thrive in the two concepts of karma and reincarnation for centuries. The USA country believes in greed and arrogance first, the concept of personal love appears in the human flesh as the human consciousness becomes attached to the material possessions, including a closet of pretty chic clothes, a big brick covered house, and two fastest land transportation. The human flesh is also attached to social commitments, such like, a loving husband and all the cute kids and the supportive parents and the set of elderly and nice grandparents. Does the average American speak the words, reincarnation and karma? No. That American would be laughed out from the home, the work place, the church place, the grocery store, the social hangout.

"Each human is really a reincarnated soul coming from Almighty God. The reincarnation process is truly a spiritual walk and talk for your soul with our Heavenly Father. This is the really test of the soul to learn and experience something different and better for your soul. When a human dies, the soul dies not and then it ascends down into hell first. Hell is the place here on Planet Earth, where Satan and his demons reside. Once the soul is scared or scarred or summoned into fright or fear or flight, then tormented soul floats up into peaceful heaven. Heaven is the place where all souls are house and created by Almighty God. Satan cannot create a human soul. Each soul is sent back down to Planet Earth and then experiences a rebirth of the bio-shell body or a reincarnation of the consciousness. Their pair of biological parents influences the tiny newborn mind regarding a set of shared religious beliefs, work ethics, social friends, and family values and nasty habits, which is part of the new reborn life. A bad reincarnated soul, you will experience a bad re-birth. A good reincarnated soul, you will experience a growth in your re-birth to become closer to our Heavenly Father. So, the concept of reincarnation is a learning and re-learning experience of your soul to find your Christ-like consciousness.

"The Holy Bible is a source of personal instructions. In the Book of Revelations, salvation brings you closer to heaven and our Heavenly Father. Christ Jesus came here and shed his blood for you and you and you. Once a human repents with all your heavenly sins and finds your lighted pathway towards Christ Jesus, our Heavenly Father God, and the Holy Spirit, your soul is saved foreverly.

"Always remember, each and every true human is always a reincarnated soul coming down from heaven and sent down by the Creator for betterment and enrichment.

"Christ Jesus, he had been reincarnated numerous times for his specific purpose to aid mankind and womankind into a glorious heavenly salutation. Do you wanna guess who? No guesses then! Most of his reincarnations are his own secrets. But I can tattle just one. Christ Jesus had been reincarnated into the priest Melchizedek. If you do not recall or remember the Bible lesson, then I should repeat it here for your pair of eardrums. In the Book of Acts, Chapter 3, Verse 14, Melchizedek is a person whose work accomplishes true righteousness and peace. Christ Jesus is the only Holy and Righteous One. In the Book of Hebrews, Chapter 7, Verse 3, Melchizedek has not genealogy. He is without mother, without father, without descent, having neither beginning of days nor end of life. He appears at a moment in time and then disappears the next second. So, what do you believe?"

On the fourth metal bench within the audience, a tall, overweight, black haired female stood upright and waved both of her arms at the five year old child. "Hey! Hey, kid! I got a question. I wanna know here. If I was a naughty girl in my previous life and I was reincarnated back into my same family, within my same life, that matches my previous life, then why do I not remember all of this information? Because, if I was a naughty girl in my previous life, then I wanna be a goody-goody girl in this life. I do believe in Almighty God, Christ Jesus, the Holy Spirit. However, I have never heard any of this terrible information. Why is that?"

On the sixth metal bench, a short male swiftly stood upright from the bench and slapped his chest, laughing out loud. "Who with a sane mind would want to recall that I had died and then visited hell coming from a previous reincarnated life? I don't wanna remember all of this or that or her or you or them. I wanna try to live a better life here based values from my parents. How do I become a good person? What must I do, kid?"

On top of the auditorium floor, in the bright spotlight, inside the chair, the smile appeared on the five year child and as she tilted her head in the direction to the audience member, shouting out loud. "I have the answer for you, sir. You and I are a reincarnated soul. Each human must exhibit, show, possess, and obsess with the two concepts of light and love. Know yourself. Love yourself as your neighbor. Do unto others as they will do unto you. Love is the answer here. After I had died, I had appeared in heaven planet and sat inside a small room and talked with our Heavenly Father. He said that I had done a good job on Planet Earth. Then he gave me a set of options. I could stay in heaven and become a guardian angel or return back to the planet as a spiritual leader or experience another life time with another lesson. So, I had chosen. Thus, I am here."

Within the audience members, on the eighth metal bench, Hibbin continued to stare down with a smile at the five year old child. "How is that possible?"

Eun nodded with a smile. "This is some really cool stuff!"

Dinker nodded with worried brow, "This is truly some serious mess!"

On top of the center stage, the child continued to sit in the chair without movement with her pair of eyelashes closed, speaking a loud but firm tone to each audience member. "You are here to ponder this information concerning our Heavenly Father, his son Christ Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, and all of your heavenly angels. You must go through the darkness before you can see the light. So, I will leave you with a set of spiritual words which have been removed by a set of jealous men from the Holy Bible. Revelation. Repentance. Reincarnation. Rebirth. Amen!"

Within the audience members, an average height and weight female stood upright and tossed one arm into the air, shouting out loud with worry. "Hey, kid! Don't leave us now! I have lots of questions."

A short and skinny female stood upright from the bench and slapped her chest, yelling at the child, "Me, too, kid! Stay here awhile and let me ask you some questions. You seem to have the answers. I wanna learn more too."

On top of the metal stage, the child continued to sit in the chair without movement and with a pair of closed eyelashes, speaking to the audience members, "Modern scientists have discovered each human DNA possesses genes coming from the group of ancient and dead Neanderthals that lived many centuries ago on this world. My mother had provided her slimy tongue spit down inside a small tube and analyzed her DNA discovering that her body possesses Neanderthal DNA genes. What does that mean? Obviously, the herds of Neanderthals mated with the pure human race to create a set of hybrid babies. Each hybrid baby that survived grew up and then mated with another human producing another set of hybrid babies. Thus, each human possesses a tiny amount of Neanderthal genes. I find it all of this interesting. So, does that mean that my body is really reincarnated from my Neanderthal grandmother? I act like my biological grandmother and I look like my biological grandmother. So, was my biological grandmother me during a different reincarnation? Did I start out my first soul life as a Neanderthal female and then reincarnated throughout the centuries and finally ended up here on top of a metal stage inside a leather chair in the Sloss Furnace auditorium? Hmm! I must ponder that statement. What do you think or believe?"

Within the audience, on the ninth metal row, a short, average body framed female stood upright and nodded with a smile. "I want to find more answers, kid."

"When will the modern scientists discover the alien DNA within our human body?" The five years old child opened her two eyelashes and then tilted her chin, laughing at the audience members as the audience members gasped in alarm with the unique question.

Continued...

August 13th Saturday

Hot temperatures with bright sunlight and scattered clouds

Birmingham Mall location

07:12 am

Seventeen years old high school Cloquette, a tall and sexy female with a head of long black hair, a tone of dark brown skin color, and a pair of brown eyeballs exited from a row of parked white colored vans and slowly strolled in a pink colored jumpsuit and a pair of white sneakers ahead, staring at the homeless male that lounged on the rough brick-coated side wall at the Birmingham Mall.

Her best high school friend Rice Hennipin scooted out from the second white tinted van and stood on top of the vanilla sidewalk in a matching pink tinted jumpsuit and a pair of white colored sneakers also while watching Cloquette.

Cloquette stopped and then squatted down with a smile, staring down at the homeless man, presenting a box of hot food. She nodded with a grin. "Sir! Good morning, sir! Hello! How are you doing out here, sir? I am named Cloquette Rockford. I offer this box of hot food. And I offer to you a nice sleeping place with cool air-conditioning unit of cold air for you to get out of the heated day. Do you accept, sir? I hope so. I wanna continue to do my good deed today. What do you say, sir?"

The homeless man accepted the box of food and nodded in silence to Cloquette.

She smiled with a nod. That is an excellent response, sir! Now, my new friends over there is coming over here to lift your body off the hard concrete. Then my set of new friends will place your bend body on top of that stretcher. Then we are all going to visit your new place. How does that sound, sir?" The homeless man nodded with a smile in silence.

"That is an excellent response, sir! My new set of friends are coming this way, sir," She stood upright with a smile and spun around, motioning to the third van with a team of medical personnel and transporters. "Come on down! He wants to leave here and stay at his new place of residence and meet his new set of friends also." the team of transporters and medical personnel swiftly moved ahead and stopped, squatting down to examine the homeless male for any trauma or medical conditions.

Cloquette slowly moved ahead and stopped with a smile, standing in front of her friend Rice.

Rice looked around Cloquette and nodded with a smile. I am so happy for you, Cloquette. You have found your soul."

She nodded with a stern face. "Yes, and I have found my heart, too. That stage presentation last night or this morning with Dr. Limburg at the Sloss Furnace scared me to death. The string of disturbing words from that little girl has frightened me into becoming a better person, a better Christian, a better soul. I had learned that I am flesh and bones and soul and good. I do not wanna go down into hell, after I die. I wanna go into heaven and continue to do good stuff. My Heavenly Father give my biological father tons and tons of his money. This is God's money, not mine. So, I plan to spend all of that money and help innocent and needy people all over the world, like Brother Jesus wants each one of us to do. Amen!"

Rice watched the team of big, bulky male transporters carry the homeless man on top of the plush stretcher into the rear van, readying to transport the male to a new homeless center, which had been sponsored by Cloquette and God's money. Rice softly clapped with a smile to her reformed high school friend Cloquette. "Amen! Amen! Amen!"

At 07:34 am, in the home of Eun, inside the private bedroom, Eun carried a tray of hot food with a smile and slammed open the bedroom door with a naked foot, entering into the room. "Good morning, Mom and Dad! I got a tray of fresh fruit and breakfast items. I made the meal myself. I am not a great cook; but I am learning quickly." She placed a plate on top of the tray at each wheelchair and leaned down, whispering sweet words into each eardrum, rubbing a smooth cheekbone. She took her time and helped each parent ate the breakfast, cleaning up the mess without a fuss or a curse word. Once she finished the loving task, Eun took the tray of messy food and returned back into the kitchen. She leaned against the kitchen counter and stared down at tray of dirty dishes, closing her two eyelashes, folding her two dirty hands in a prayer triangular. She spoke softly. "Dear Heavenly Father, Christ Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and all of my heavenly angels, thank you for my life. I am grateful for everything. Thank you for my parents. I do not know what nasty karma they had encountered in their past life with you, but I accept them and I am here to help them overcome all of their obstacles and also to become a better soul for you Heavenly Father and Brother Jesus. And, please, help me to overcome all of my trials with sweet love and become a better soul in both tolerance and patience. In the name of Christ Jesus, Amen!" She opened her two eyelashes and stared down at the tray of dirty dishes, flipping on the water in the wash sink, starting to wash the food stained mess. Then Eun started humming an ancient church song with a smile of contentment and joy.

At 07:58 am, on the side street, inside the cab of the pickup truck, in the front passenger seat, Mora, a pretty teen female with the blonde colored hair and a pair of green tinted eyes stared out through the windshield, eating the breakfast food. She swallowed the food. Thanks for breakfast food and coming to pick me up, Hibbin. But why are we heading back to my house? I thought we were going to spend the day at your house," she ate the food with a set of closed lips.

Hibbin was a seventeen years old high school senior at Birmingham High and stopped at the yellow traffic light while steering his red colored pickup truck, swallowing the beverage. He said with a smile. "You are very welcome for the breakfast meal, honey! Yeah, I had originally planned a day of cool activities. But I have changed my plan into a cooler plan. Is that okay, Mora?"

She turned and smiled with food particles in her teeth. "Yeah, that is okay with me. Why are asking me? You never ask me what we should do for the day." Mora chewed another bit of food.

The light turned into green hue. He slowly steered the truck below the speed limit and cleared his throat. "Yeah, that was very wrong of me. I love you, Mora. You and I are going to get married and live out life time of happy and wonderful days, right after we graduate from college. Starting now, today, I always wanna ask you what we should do together for the day and the night. Is that okay with you, Mora?"

She returned back to view the front windshield and his slowly driving, smiling at the clean window. "Yeah, I like that too. Why are you taking me back home?"

He slowly pumped down at the brakes on his truck and dropped the speed down into zero miles-per-hour, slowly turning onto her city street, carefully driving over the city street.

Inside the front passenger seat, Mora spun around and frowned at the red colored truck. "I don't know. But I do believe that we are being followed. That red colored work truck has been following us, since we have left your house, Hibbin."

He continued to slowly steer his truck down the city street and stared ahead with a nod. "I am definitely certain that the red colored work truck is following us."

She turned to see his nose profile and gasped in shock. "Why? Why is that? Who is inside the work truck?"

Hibbin slowed the truck and turned into the gravel driveway, stopping his vehicle, killing the engine. He leaned over and kissed her food stained lips, pulling back with a smile. "And that's why I love you so much, Mora."

She smiled with love. "I love you, too, Hibbin."

He leaned over and kissed her lips again, sitting upright, scooting out from the driver seat. He stood beside the open door and motioned to the red colored work truck, guiding the truck to the same gravel driveway.

"Hibbin!" Mora slid over the long bench seat and dropped down from the cab, standing in front of her boyfriend, frowning with confusion. "This is not my driveway. This is the wrong driveway. What are your doing parked here on top of the wrong driveway, Hibbin?"

The red colored work truck pulled ahead and stopped, parking behind the yellow colored pickup truck.

Hibbin leaned over and kissed Mora, pulling back with a smile, standing upright. He spun around and cuddled his girl, waving an arm at the neighbor, shouting out loud. "Hello, Mr. Kanaday! My name is Hibbin. I am the boyfriend of your lovely neighbor Mora. I saw that you and your son were building a wooden entrance ramp. Well, I wanna help, sir. I have hired a building crew to build that wooden ramp on your front porch." Behind the pickup truck, the team from the work truck had exited the vehicle and gathering the supplies for the new job.

In front of the red colored brick house, an elderly Kanaday was squatting down in the dirt measuring some of the wooden planks. His son was sitting in the wheelchair and wiped off the sweat, watching the team of people with curiosity and in silence a few feet from his father.

Elderly Kanaday slowly stood upright from the dirt and spun around, wiping off a sweaty face, staring at Hibbin with confusion. "Young teen, I do not know you. Did you say that you wanted to help us build our wooden ramp?"

Hibbin stopped with Mora and nodded with a smile to Kanaday. "Yes, sir, I did say that."

Kanaday frowned. "Why would you wanna do that, son? I do not know you. I know Mora and her family here. She is my neighbor."

"Well, when I wake up this morning, our Heavenly Father told me to do it."

"What!" Kanaday laughed with his son. "Do you mean our Heavenly Father in heaven told you to come here and build me a wooden ramp for my son and his wheelchair?"

"Yes, sir, I tell the truth. Our Heavenly Father told me to help you build a wooden ramp. So, I am here. I admit I don't know squat about building a wooden ramp. But I have hired a team of builders for the job," Hibbin thumbs back over his collar bone to the team of workers.

Kanaday turned and nodded to the workers, returning back with a stern face to see Hibbin. "Well, son, that is a very noble gesture. But I cannot hire that team of builders. So, I must decline and finish this project myself."

He released Mora and waved both his arms in the air, nodding with a smile. "I am so sorry, sir. I have confused you. I have hired the team of builders and I will pay for their work. I am a very rich kid. And I am using God's money to pay for your wooden ramp. Please, allow me the honor to finish this task and any other tasks for you with God's money. That is all that I ask, sir, is to do God's work here for you and your son."

Kanaday turned and exhaled with confusion, nodding to his son. The young adult male wore a short-sleeved dark blue shirt with the American flag and a pair of dirty tan walking shorts with an amputated leg below the kneecap and a single white athletic sneaker with a white tinted ankle sock. His son nodded with a smile to his father then to Hibbin.

Kanaday returned back and smiled at Hibbin. "Now, how can I deny our Heavenly Father when he issues a heavenly command?"

"You cannot and I shall not, sir. Thank you so much, Mr. Kanaday!" Hibbin spun around and motioned to the team of workers. "Hey, team! Please come over here and start working! This is Mr. Kanaday. He will instruct you with the type of wooden ramp that he needs."

His girlfriend Mora leaned into Hibbin with a face of confusion. "Hibbin, what has happened to you? you have changed into someone else that I do not know."

He dropped both of his two arms and hugged her body, leaning down, whispering into her smile. "I have changed. And I saw the black darkness at first and now I see only the bright shiny light of Almighty God, Mora. I know my true earthly purpose. I am here to help people starting right now, today, and until the day that I die. Amen!"

She kissed his lips and then pulled back, smiling with joy and peace and happiness for her future husband and future happy life, "Amen!"

Continued....
