On Another Planet

By

Abubakar  Sulaiman Muhd (c)

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The students stuffed in a spacious theatre room of the university few minutes before the lecture began. The hall was among the first buildings erected during the construction of the versity years in the past. It was amphitheatrical round hall decorated with traditional royal arch of the Palace. Initially the arch was from the ancient Hausa architecture slanting from across four angles of the room and met at the high center to support the muddy roof as a bulwark against any possible attack from heavy rain or howling wind.

The students were mostly fresh except for those from the levels ahead and others who came from other departments. Words from the predecessors about the lecturer had been passed to them sometimes before their coming to the college in the course of discussion with former students. From the words they obtained they were told his classes were crowded, and unlike other lecturers’, happy and cheerful. He introduced new knowledge that left many feeling totally ignorant for the first time after undergoing rigorous earlier learning.

 “Which course, Philosophy or History?” a friend would ask.

“No, Anthropology.”

“Whatever is it, you’re going to meet one Professor teaching Philosophy, he’s very interesting.”  Referring to one Professor Kassim Yahaya. He was smart and intelligent, geek among the college community for his braniacs. Well known among all the faculties and departments for his ingenuity in various fields of learning. Nobody could specifically tell a single department he permanently taught. He had studied Science Education during his undergraduate studies and proceeded to bag Masters in History and Philosophy of Science, Ph, D in Mysticism, Divinity and Modern Physics, and Professorship in Archeology and Ancient Science. His deepest interest in scholarship allowed him to read other courses such as Anthropology, Astrology Iconography and Ancient Media. He was also a full tenured Professor in Parapsychology, History, and Linguistics, and had read much more about Classics. He taught Evolution of Science, Metaphysical Science, Greco-Roman Mythology and Occult Symbology. Specializing in Neural and Computational Linguistic, he ended up spearheading various research teams where they came up with lot of contributions in Artificial intelligence. He was a legend among the circus of academia. Having received more than fifty-eight honorary degrees across the network of colleges and universities all over the world, and seats in the Board of Directors in as many as twenty corporations, scores of academic publications, many students wondered, mouth agape, arms akimbo, when they saw him walking across the campus after they had heard words severally about him, his works and achievements. “This is the Professor,” they gossiped softly, pointing fingers towards his direction hoping that he didn’t hear.

A highly respected figure among his colleagues. While other lecturers began to fidget in the presence of the Vice Chancellor, this man had the tendency of challenging the VC on issues they had different views. “Look VC, I can only do that if the university would give some little allowance.” He spoke to the VC boldly.

Terrible one, an office assistant fidgeted in reverence knowing that no staff could dare to attempt such move. Arguing with VC, according to the perception of especially guards and clerical staff was a mistake only new recruits could make that would cause an immediate termination of his contracts.

Not like some lecturers who were very unsociable, Professor Kassim was always charming and gregarious who hung around with his students. Students and lecturers had often remained shot by surprise when they found him chatting with his students, laughing and cheering as if among his fifty-eight-year-old peers. “Wow! my guys,” he cheered, offering his palm for loud excited slap fashionable among adolescents only.

He had no restriction as to the time his students would visit his office. Some students were deadly afraid to approach their lecturers for complaint even on their missing tests. “Yes, come in,” a knock on his door by some students. “Any problem?” His door was always open.

“Oh, sir it is about the test. We were not around when you did it last week. That day our car got punctured on the way here.” It was an open test he usually did to try the intelligence of his young students. After delivering the lecture to the students and gave them the hints and reference about the main points and subject matter, he would then return one day to do the test, and that day some four young men were not around.

“Test,” he shouted as he got into the class. Some students felt jittery on hearing the word. Bad day. “ What is big deal in it?” he said, “If I were you I would be battling with not what to write, not what to write.”  He would be battling with the gush of ideas to select the best of them not battling to find the points to write. “It’s no big deal,” he said after he realized the fear and nervousness that gripped many faces. “You can open your books; go to any library, state library if you like in as much as you won’t stay longer than thirty minutes. You can even go out and ask any bloody lecturer you feel like.” Faces smiling, books flipping open.

“But remember, no A-grade in my course, not at all.” He shook his head. He was known as a crossbridge behind his back, a phrase he constantly used to denote failure to a student.

“Why sir?” one girl ventured already her book open on her lap. “We did the lecture here and it’s the same idea we would bring back, why can’t we get good marks.”

“Of course I did it here, but one miracle is this whatever I teach here I go to my office and set the questions and attempt to answer them myself. But do you know what happens in the end?” Eyes poured on him, “I could not score more than forty marks out of the total five questions.” Very bad, it was D-grade, pass. I still could make it, some of them thought. “The problem is that, it’s only I that can get these marks. Others will only end up scoring not more than thirty marks, which is the highest they could earn.” He said emphatically. 

The four students were seated on the chairs and asked if he could do the test. “Why not if you’re ready.” Two days earlier before they came for the test, they had buried themselves in books reading all the topics they had expected questions might appear.

“Yes sir, we are ready.” They chorused happily.

“The three of you should go out,” they went leaving only one person in. They would answer different questions, individually.

“Sir, I wish I were in the class when you did the test, I would have performed wonderfully, only for the problem.” The first guy was flattering to prove the lecturer he understood his course very well so that he could win his mercy considering their excuse. The guy had been yanking a sheet of foolscap from his folder to start writing the answer.

“Where did the car get the problem?” The lecturer asked.

 “Kofar Nassararwa,” the guy replied, while writing his reg number on the top of the sheet.

“Which angle of the wheel got punctured?” The lecturer asked.

“Front tire sir, the left side.” He was expecting questions but then he just realized their conversation was shifting to be the test. Were these the questions, simple, everyone could answer them, he thought.

“Alright, finished.”

The guy moved to go but the lecturer said, “where are you going? remain seated.” The Prof stood for the door to call another person to answer his questions.   Immediately the guy sitting realized their mistakes. The lecturer was more intelligent than they had ever thought to outsmart him.

“Where did you say the car got punctured?” he queried the second student now sitting on another chair. The urging to communicate few words of what had transpired was prodding in the first guy. Kofar Nassarawa, he felt like whispering. But impossible the lecturer was watching him closely, and his friend had no idea what the questions were all about.

He stopped shut for some while, completely lost of how to get the correct answer. Not knowing what to say, the second guy volunteered, “Fagge Sir.” Good, one big lie, a totally different area. The lecturer shot a glance to the first student, you see a pure lie, the look said.  

“And which side of the wheel,” the Professor shot again.

“Right side, from the back.” The Professor pinned the first guy with a piercing look.

“Alright, it’s over.”

The third guy came in. “Where were you when the car punctured?” The two exchanged suspicious looks as the Prof fired. The guy scratched his head in serious meditation to get the idea Prof was talking about. He had foggeton they told Prof earlier that their car got punctured on their way to school on that day.

“Actually...sir...hm...” he muttered eyeing his friends for some assisitance.

“He’s lost, any idea?” The Prof intervened when he found out pairs of three eyes locked to each other, “help him.” The first two were now sweating.

“Hm…Kabuga sir,” he said when help came in the end. One of them had been egging him on with some mouthing but mistakenly he lip-read what his friend was attempting to tell. Why didn’t you tell me what’s going on in here before I came? He agitated by hand gestures.

“And which tire?”

“Left, back.” He said very uncertain.

“Good,” Professor said, eyeing them all guardedly. Kofar Nassarawa, Fagge and now Kabuga, tires from three different angles; front left, right back and yet left back again got punctured in different places in a car carrying the same people, and at the same time. Mad.

“Tell me which place were you the car punctured?” the fourth guy was in already.

“Aminu kano Way,” speaking confidently in an event that turned out totally dramatically laughable verbal irony. “I was even trying to phone you but my phone ran out of power,” he went on. Powerful force of laughter was surging forth the minds of the other guys. They struggled to stifle it but couldn’t help when their eyes matched Professor’s.

“And…”

“And what…?” The Prof cut him shot hedging laughter too, “It’s enough here.”

“This is your test; grade yourselves based on your performances.” He shrugged flippantly. He was a bit dramatic, now they realized they and their intelligence were being played here.

“Why didn’t you organize your words before you came?” The Prof said sarcastically. Until the Professor talked them to leave they were unable to get their faces uncovered with shame. “You can go.”

He was liberal and did anything that made up ninety percent of his life this way. While some lecturers frowned their faces to earn students’ respect, this man was always welcoming. “You can come in,” he said when a student came late. “Why not allowing you in, come and trade your ignorance and I will buy it with knowledge.” They could only drink little from this vast ocean.  Every student was completely at home to act and ask anything he wanted, even in a silly, rude way. But the crossbridge phrase kept them away from daring that. Students could possibly pass his course despite his stingy marks but he had another way of punishing anybody who turned out rude. If a student offended him the Prof would not let him know. He won’t let the student have the impression of being worthy failing his course, it was a favor. He would simply be boiling him in cool water. That student would never fail his course but the Prof would connive with other people that the student could not make meaning why he failed. He would simply go underground and seek the cooperation of his colleagues.

“Dr. Isa, please one girl offering your course…the one usually in purple, tall ...driving in ash car…” giving her description, “fail her, don’t allow her cross the bridge.” It was from this the christen originated.

“Alright…no problem. I have one guy offering your course; I want to have him failed.” He too would lodge his request in exchange.

After the result came out the target students would just see they had passed his course, the one they deadly, deadly feared, but failed another they never thought of having any problem. It took many years before they understood such mystery. He simply looked somebody who misbehaved and said crossbridge. Regular using of the phrase made them to understand what he meant.  Then one day he was in the class when a girl came very late. She came in with a phone glued to her cheeks, and along her way to the seat shoved the old Prof against his shoulder and went uncaring without apology. She exuded the pride and impression of superiority to other girls and even some lecturers. She was haughty and arrogated herself the prestige of the ‘most beautiful girl’ of the college after she won the trophy of the National Universities Queen Beauty Contest. Turning from the whiteboard the Professor said, “Gorgeous apparition,” shaking his head in mischief. “Crossbridge,” he simply said and went on. That girl had to fail nine modules that year (carryover).

The class was full to brim waiting the lecturer to arrive. For the past thirty odd years when he started as a junior lecturer, he never missed his class for a minute late. He came to the class ahead of time and waited the clock to tick there. Teaching was his entire life, his breathing. When he was operated in the hospital last year, the doctor thought it would be at his convenience if he could stop for some days in the hospital. But next morning upon the completion of the operation, he went to school for lecture. There he swapped way with the students who came to visit him upon learning his illness. 

Papers tucked in his arm and was striding briskly waving off greetings from the students and colleagues he met. Some entourage of students was following him to ask some questions, jogging up to catch up with the Professor.

“Please sir, about your lecture yesterday on Philosophy,” one student chipped feeling very little.

 “Go ahead,” he said concentrating towards the class. He broke into jog when he finally checked his time and found only few minutes remained.

“About the relationship between body and soul.” Professor Kassim Yahaya felt an educated part of him in Philosophy was pressed. He often asked the students if they could tell any difference that exists between soul, mind and heart.

“Metaphysics,” he egged on. “That will take a whole semester your little mind did not understand. I prepare lecture on that every year. You can take my Divinity courses I talk a lot about it there.”  He said stepping onto the veranda of the lecture room. 

He was not surprised to see the hall filled, with the number of young men and woman multiplied about three times yesterday’s attendance. Classes were often dried up but his lecture was always congested. His previous lecture on Religious Symbology in Modern Sciences left many nodding their heads in staggering astonishment. It took them to a new world and quite unchartered territory. After the lecture they immediately became aware of knowledge in plain view they didn’t bother to consider previously.

“How many of you here believe in any religion?” the first thing he asked standing before the class. Puzzled looks registered across faces despite the scores of hands that went up. The reason for asking was a question a student asked when the Prof entered, seeking further explanation on a debate he had with his friend: lot of people were slipping into pre-Christian practices in the guise of modernity.

“It’s damn true,” the Prof said. “You will be surprise if I tell the manifestations of pagan practices in your daily life.” The class fell silent. This was of course the man they had been hearing about. “You worship multiple gods. I ‘m afraid, you are fresh and this may blow off your minds.”

“Tell us,” shouts erupted. From middle of the front row a girl was whispering something in her neighbor’s ear when silence restored and the Professor was able to hear the scratches of her last words.

 “You,” he stopped the lecture abruptly, “stand up.” Eyes followed the direction of his pointing finger.

“I,” one girl asked reluctantly.

“No,” he pointed back. “The one in blue.”  He specified and the sea of eyes showered on her, heads turning back.

“What were you telling her?”

“Nothing sir,” she denied.

“Do not lie,” he urged. He had low tolerance for lie.

He asked the girl whom the words were whispered to stand up, “tell the class what she was telling you.”

Without hesitation she said, “Sir she told me you are…” she was damn struck shut.

“Blasphemous,” he completed. “I heard what she was telling.” The class grew eager to hear what he had to tell.  “You’re not the first to say this for many had said it before you. And you won’t be the last for many more would say it again.”

“Do you know what she was saying, class?” He asked.

“Share with us.” One kinky guy yelled from the back.

“Even yesterday I heard students say it, unknown to them I was within earshot. She was saying I ‘m not religious.” He went on to quote the girl, ‘see this Professor as old as he’s, he is not yet married.’   He mimicked her feministic voice and coquettish gesture, slanging his hand close to his chest. The class burst into rancorous laughter, enjoying the scene seeing Professor act like sissy.  

“Now,” he turned to respond. “Young lady you don’t have to worry I’m married to three wives.”

“Ah…no Professor.” The class shouted in protest. They were told that the Professor was unmarried for years and now he was telling them something different.

“I’m married to books, surfing and teaching. It’s only your narrow minds that could not understand.” Laughing again. The Professor knew the significance of bachelorhood. He travelled on academic tour without being disturbed from home, and while at home he enjoyed himself in the sort of excellent books.

“And if you’re talking of religion, I’m the follower of four different faiths.” Nonsense, religion was the matter of only one choice. “I’m more devoted than any of you here,” silence. “I go to the temple on Thursday, mosque on Friday, synagogue on Saturday and church on Sunday.”

“Sir,” one boy shot up. “Religion doesn’t work like this.”

“What if I tell you this, in a hazardous undertaking multiple insurance policies are better than one.”

“Exactly Prof,” somebody shouted in his support.

He smiled it off and continued. “Back to our lesson. Yes, you’ll be worshiping other gods when you commit yourself religiously to other things - say computer for example, imagine how young chaps spend gross time on facebook or twitter,” instantly they began to realize how they unwittingly worshipped the networking sites.

“Please who can help with the definition of worship,” so they could see the point clearly.

Many hands wound up. “Yes, you,” he pointed.

“Worship is the great devotion or excessive love and admiration or respect felt for someone or something.”

“Good, sit down,” he went on. “You could believe if I tell you that you are devoting much of your time to your gadgets. Class,” he called out “your computer and cellphones are your deities you toil 24/7 devoting.  Put it another way, worship is an origin of old English ‘weortscipe’ – condition of worth.” Heads went down as students began taking notes. “ ‘Weorth’…worth, now imagined it. Respect and devotion.”  

“In the next few minutes,” he continued, “you will get to understand that you’re dripping into paganism despite your claim of modernism.” Crazy. “Symbol reveals different meanings according to situations. Only few will now realize that you’re embracing pagan practices.”

“You mean devil worship, Masonic?” Satanic symbol in our modern times, one student wondered.

“The word pagan doesn't mean devil worship, it’s the 14^th century Latin word paganus - ‘rural,’ ‘district,’ ‘villager’ or ‘country-dweller’.” The class hushed as the Professor  explained. Now the history department in his head was set in motion. “This then shifted to mean ‘civilian’ or ‘rural dwellers’ that clung to the Nature Worship. Cited from Brown,”  he referred them, “the ancient held their world in two halves. The masculine and feminine. Their gods and goddesses kept the world together. The belief was that when men and women were balanced, the world would be in harmony. For the ancient beliefs, the world lives in harmony when men and women are balanced, the mason fraternity adherents of our times had to reinforce the earlier beliefs of their ancient brotherhood by championing modern women right movements.”

 “Could you imagine if tell you these pagans sought knowledge and contradicted the earlier claims by religion. They were in   constant crisis and hunted by the church.  They went underground only to reappear as a powerful multilateral organizations, business magnets and intellectuals who set the goal of putting the world into a mission called ‘New World Order based on free world, open-mindedness,  and a creed that doesn’t discriminate anybody regardless of race, culture, and tolerance.” Now they began to see the origin of modern creeds: The women right struggles, free-world, tolerance and sort of doctrines like these. “They’re determined to set policies that ever undermine faiths.”

 “I assume most of you are offering Dr. Said Dukawa’s International Studies?” heads nodded. “You treated topics such as globalization, religious tolerance and so forth. Tell me what he said about religious tolerance as a factor of bringing different beliefs to integrate into a global village?”

“Willing to live with people from different ‘coalchore’,” the Prof strained his ears in apparent disappointment, “and beliefs without one forcing his own upon others.” The girl spoke with heavy southern Nigerian accent.

“Please could someone help with this new word?” he said with playful earnestness hoping to make vivid correction.  The class nonplused, new word? “Young lady, I will be glad if you can spell the word which came after religion,” ‘coalchore’ she mispronounced the correct sound of the word, culture.

She started aloud, “c…u…l…t…,” ehm,  he said scribbling each letter on the board, “u…r…e,” instantly the word ‘culture’ materialized on the board.

“Oh you mean culture? I will never understand” he said playfully. “Young lady,” he realized it would benefit all if he would address the whole students, “ class for your information, if you mean the word which means belief, custom, practices and social behavior of a people, the correct pronunciation is …culture” He said the word and wrote the prescription on the board. [kúlchər].

“And what did you learn here?” now referring to religious tolerance.

“In this civilized integrated world we don’t need to expose our beliefs publically.”

“And this translates into…?” he guided hopefully, lest the students would get it by themselves.

“When we are civilized enough we can only show our religious beliefs in churches and mosques and leave them there if we are going out.”

“That’s it all. Now can’t you see that Illuminati always claims civilization. And by your civilization, you are always pagan in public life.” He shrugged, letting his arms falling down to make a muffled sound on his sides. “The ancient Illuminati had been in constant loggerhead with the religion because they challenged some propositions put forth by the church, now they came out to weaken the influence of religion. I don’t know if you understand that the illuminati had succeeded already because only one religion can rise up against the secular policies introduced by the New World Order.” He observed.

“According to Robert,” now referring to the topic of practicing pre-Christian acts “As homage to the goddess Venus, the pagan Greeks used to organize their Olympic game to celebrate its eight-year circle. Now a small number of you can understand the four year schedule of modern Olympic game which still followed the half circle of Venus is a pagan practice.”  Heads were still nodding in amazing discovery, “It’s also Masonic rituals believing in the High Power,” reference to the revered Uranus the Greco-Roman god of the sky. “I don’t know if you can count seeing Professional athletes pointing their hands skyward when they made a score?”  

“Freemasons encourage intellectuality and they are pagans, right?” The class nodded. “Their view is that intellectualism allows one to open his mind and investigate the true nature of things.” Remembrance of the previous lectures on History and Philosophy of Science, Occult Symbology and Modern Physics came to minds. “Science is opposed to blind acceptance. Composed of enlightened minds, the brotherhood as an intellectual body believed that the dogma disgorged by religion was mankind’s remarkable obstacle for scientific progress and knowledge which would ultimately let human being to wallow in abyss darkness.” It’s nowadays fashionable seeing intellectuals rejecting any faith because they amassed knowledge they could not control. 

“With knowledge the world is witnessing a remarkable breakthrough that people could control the world’s destiny. They’re able to do whatever they want in the techno-advanced world where the word ‘impossible’ is removed from usage. Even the impossible is made possible for the belief that once the idea is conceived as a dream, the unimaginable is now possible in view of the fact that it has ever been dreamt of.” But whatever man dreamt and achieved has been achieved because God had made it to be possible. “Man is no longer in need of divine destiny to guide him. Knowledge is spread everywhere, on the mother Earth, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter and all other planets. Whatever one thinks is difficult or impossible; it is only that because of man’s limited contact with the wider diverse universe. He might travel to another planet and finds his answers, new discovery where he could discover the untapped human potential reserved in an uncharted territory. Even those who did not believe in hereafter couldn’t because they did not go there. And it’s because none of them went and came back to tell the story that is why such people belie the situation. But they could do one thing: why not leave some information on the invincible cybernet as a proof, since the world is always evolving, so that upon their return to the world after years of evolving as renewed creatures maybe as inanimate or other living being and whenever they returned as human being so they can find that information as a mark to confirm their original being once again. With only this proof when they come back they can confirm if there is no hereafter at all.” The Professor was packing as the lecture was moving to an end.

“It’s from such travel to another planet that man came with a souvenir.  Edgar D. Mitchell,  a US astronaut who in 1972, upon his return from the Apollo 14 mission founded the Institute of Noetic Science in Palo Alto, California. The institute studies psyche phenomena in scientific situations.” he faced the class attentively.  Too much money made people not carry money, this Professor needed no book before he delivered and cited references from memory with many departments in his head.

“How many among you had ever read materials about Ancient Science?” no hand up,  “Neural Physics,”again no hand, he continued mentioning titles. “Psychic Exploration: A Challenge for Science,” still the class was muted; apparently nobody had heard such things before this time. 

“Any idea about Noetic Science?” he asked. Heads went down to check the word noetic in the cellphones  dictionary. “No, you don’t have to check; the word is not found in the dictionary.”

 Mad, what have we got to do with that, the students thought. We’re not science students after all. He had wanted to refer them to some relevant materials earlier on, but the fear of being disappointed deterred him.

“Class you are actually not prepared to learn anything. I wonder having a graduate without reading any other book other than those in the curriculum and calls himself a graduate.” Now sometimes students assume science and art are hostile entities that came to oppose each other forever, and never try to get the two, not knowing that the two are just two simpatico fields taking different approaches to finding the same truths only that science is too little to understand. It argues that there would be no way something will be created from nothing.  The point was that science did not believe in the power of God in creating the universe from nothing. The battle of how universe came to be was struck by one of the fundamental laws of Physics which held that matter cannot be created out of nothing. Every creation, according to Physics, was from energy: and God Almighty was the ultimate source of power and energy. It was from this that the Prof often took amusement in the ignorance of some students and his colleagues.

“Why do you study Physics?” He asked his science students on the first lecture.

“Why if not to go to the lab and create tools.” They replied and the Prof chuckled, they didn’t know that physics had set initially to investigate how real the existence of God. Physics always believes that one plus one is always two but in faith there are sometimes variations.

The Professor had recently worked on several materials about Noetic Science from different sources. Psychokinesis is the ability to influence inanimate objects by willpower. There were recent reports that someone was able to cause a laboratory needle to move as if a weight had been put on one pan. The man could hypothetically bend spoons and keys by mind power. However, critics have noted that he’s by Profession a stage magician and that other magicians have done these by sleight of hand and a little ingenious technology. Precognition is the ability to forecast events, a capacity parallel to fortune-telling and occultism, one of the most enthusiastic study of parapsychological phenomena. But whatever the case, Magic is an authentic knowledge, because during the ancient time man collaborated with devils to perform some miracles perhaps by then the devil folk were more advanced in knowledge than man. Ancient magicians obscured their knowledge from others for the fear it might get into the wrong hand. Exactly like what the nuclear powers are obscuring the technology for the same fear that it may get into the wrong hand that would destroy the world. Now as man is advanced he can do such magic with proof.

Already the world had witnessed the invention of Brain Computer  Interface device  which basically uses neuro-tech to allow man manipulate things using his brain, allowing a user to perform tasks by brain cell activity alone. The Neural Interface System, allows a paralyzed man to move a computer cursor, draw shapes, and play video games simply by imagining the movements in his mind. This is of course magic by proof.

“Some of your ill-informed friends in Pentagon,” referring to the building housing the faculty of science and its technology departments at the old wing of the campus, “think to study science for the sake of science and never having an idea of using their empiricism and symmetry to accurately arrest life challenges. They only take science as science, ignorant of the fact that science branched off from the art. The two are one thing and the same only that one takes empirical approach to investigate nature while the other is dealing with the sheer belief and faith. Now the two are reconciling as they are working together, the physics particles are blending with mysticism, science meets philosophy, mind over mass, in a new discipline called Noetic Science. Science is always art, because any scientific idea was initially conceived as a dream before it was transformed into reality, and dream is fantasy and fantasy is art and art is magic.” He adjusted his posture and continued. “The only problem with you guys” referring to both the art and science students, “is that you don’t even know that knowledge is circles within circles that anything is connected to anything so that not everyone knows anything.”

“Our brothers and sisters in the science department are still groping their way in Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry and Medicine whereas people in other places are turning a new page into Noetic Science. The world had completed its full 2^nd intellectual rotation – starting a whole new Renaissance. Knowledge is completing its cyclical phase after long journey to arrive one more time at the starting point. This new discovery of Noetic Science is proving the unimaginable into reality. Magic by proof as   more mystic and super-high technologies are blending to form shocking realities as data is poured in -  all supporting the ideology of Noetic Science, the untapped potential of human mind. Our thoughts interact with the physical world where man can manipulate objects by the intention of his mind, like the miraculous stuff we see in the movies such as Merlin, Harry Potter, and Lord of the Rings.” The curiosity to watch the movies one more time aroused in the students.

“Sir I don’t understand this actually,” the question represented many minds.

“Let me quote,” he said “according to Professor D. Brown, Noetic Science fanatic and ancient wisdom aficionado.  ‘Our thought…’”  he continued, “‘any tiny idea that forms in our mind actually has mass. If thought is an actual thing, then it is a measurable entity. If a thought has mass then a thought can exert gravity and pull things towards it’. This is how it works.”

Man is now the master of his universe through knowledge where some people began to feel they are demi-gods for making the unimaginable into staggering possibilities. The Prof collected his things and tucked them back to his armpit. He reached to the door and turned, “assignment, “he shouted, “my question today is do you think it’s possible to create a new technology during the third world’s intellectual rotation capable of suspending the next day from coming since man can control the destiny of his universe?”