left his ankles tied.
“What about my
ankles?”
“Insurance, Aaron. I’ll
untie your ankles in due course. What’s your car number
Aaron?”
“My what?”
“The registration number of
your car. I need to make a note of it. Mentally too”
It seemed a strange request
but this was a very strange day, and so Aaron gave Jake the
details, which he duly noted on the document.
“Right Aaron. In a minute
I’ll explain everything to you but first I want to show you
something about this safe.”
Jake skillfully turned the
combination dials this way and that, alternating between the four
dials in a seemingly haphazard manner. He jumped backwards, dodging
the door as it swung open.
“I nearly always forget that
these doors spring open with such force. Take a look inside,
please.”
The scientist shuffled
forward and did as he was told.
“What you see in there is
enough Semtex – plastic explosive…”
“I know what Semtex is,
Jake,” Aaron interrupted.
“As I was saying, there’s
enough Semtex in there to blow anybody who tampers with the safe to
kingdom come. It’ll make a crater with a diameter of about two
hundred feet. It won’t just kill anyone in the vicinity. It’ll rip
them to shreds. We’re talking about a serious amount of explosive
here. The good news is that if the combination is entered
correctly, then the safe will open and everyone lives to see
another day. However, if the combination is entered incorrectly…
BOOM! If the safe is tampered with in any way …BOOM! More good news
is that I’m the only one who knows the combination. And that’s good
news for your research.
Aaron was fascinated by what
he was hearing, but he didn’t see what it had to do with his
research into reincarnation.
“Now, Aaron. On the document
is written something about a past life of mine. A lot about a past
life of mine, actually. It refers to something that happened in
1965, an unexplained murder of a mother by her son. I have detailed
everything about the murder and there are things in this document
that even the police aren’t aware of. I have detailed not just how
I, as a ten year old boy named Simon, murdered my mother, Hannah…
but also why.”
“You’re trying to tell me
that as a ten year old boy you murdered your own
mother?”
“Yes, but it’s not that
simple. I killed my mother and then killed myself by walking
straight in front of a truck.”
“So you’re telling me that
you killed your own mother?”
“Please stop repeating
yourself Aaron. I, Jake Griffiths, didn’t kill my own mother. Not
technically anyway – and certainly not according to the law. I
wasn’t even born then. I’m 25 years old. I’ve even brought my birth
certificate to show you. Look.”
Aaron studied the
certificate closely. It certainly looked genuine, and showed the
stranger’s name as Jake Griffiths. Of course that didn’t
necessarily mean that the person named on the certificate and the
person facing him were the same person. He handed it back to Jake,
who tossed it into the open safe.
“ Simon died on
24 th December 1965. I was born on
25 th September 1966 although I took up
occupation of this body a few months previously… in the womb.
There’s often a bit of a scramble to enter your new body.
The foetus has to develop to a certain level before
its new soul can take over, and it can cause a bit of a backlog
sometimes. The fact is that the majority of people don’t remember
their past lives. Only 5% actually. We call them Recarns. I’m a
Recarn. Some of the subjects that you interview are possibly
Recarns too, and do remember past lives, but many are simply making
it up, enjoying the attention.”
“Go on.”
´To be honest with you, it
can do your head in, remembering what’s gone before. It really can.
I was pretty messed up before I met up with Nathan.”
“Who’s Nathan?” Aaron
interrupted.
“Nathan is the guy who
organized all this.”
‘OK.’
“Anyway, some people