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Angel Eyes!
Insights To Beyond
By Michael M. Tickenoff ©
 
It is not often that the wind of change is known to blow. Few are they
who come to know its change and so it was on one strange day in a most
different way.
 
Doctor Irene Applestene slowly pulled back from her Ophthalmoscope,
somewhat bewildered while looking around at her examining room to make
sure she was where she was meant to be. Her clear piercing eyes of deep
emerald green scanned the decorated wall, as a skilled gemologist would
examine a rare stone. Within this momentary glance, she was reassured of
her knowledge and abilities, for they were the keystone and the compass
needle of her life. They were filled with years of hard earned degrees
and enough tagged on post-nominal letters to create several alphabets in
moldable languages. The wall of her awards of excellence and
commendations of international praise were arranged around one jeweled
centerpiece. She sighed as her keen eye riveted onto that most
prestigious and notable memorial of excellence, the golden plaque of
prominence from the United Nations itself.
 
She squeezed the bridge of her nose, squinting her large green eyes while
thinking. It was supposed to be a smooth good day which was to move along
without too many complications, didn't her patients know this, she
reflected? After all, she had a hundred engagements to keep and a
thousand schedules to fulfill. Maybe it was time for her to take that
long awaited vacation: enough article writing for the medical journals,
enough traveling from one international  seminar to  another, and
certainly enough building up of her clinic’s reputation.
 
Who was this new patient, how did he get an appointment and who might
have recommended him? She sat back and wondered. Oh yes, the Universal
Sight Institute, a Doctor Kindleburger, the name came back to her now.
Surely this had to be someone of significance if Kindleburger himself had
recommended him. However, something strange was going on here and it was
making strong mental demands on her, bewildering her intelligence and
certainly irritating her famous prestige. Perhaps she was a bit tired
after that long weekend at last week’s Seattle International Retina
Seminar, but still this did not account for this very unusual occurrence
being shown within this patients dilated eyes. She continued to ponder.
 
Surely puzzled, she came to regain her professional acuity and rational
balance while looking around her office with some doubt in what she had
seen in Mortin  Jacobs eyes. Taking stock of her surroundings and as if
letting them go; she once again adjusted her latest million dollar high
resolution retina camera scope and moved in to examine the inner eye of
her new patient.
This Jacobs was a younger man, well groomed and well mannered, pleasant
as a patient but there was something different about this youthful
person. His examination started as all of her standard examinations
began. Reading with the Specular Microscope, testing with the high
resolution optical refractors, measuring his cornea and lenses, all
seemed well; but now, looking beyond and into his retina through her
latest high intensity Ophthalmoscope, she wondered if it might be acting
up, or something very mysterious was going on deep in this man’s eyes.
Whatever it was, it was beyond the reach of the most expensive
instruments that money could buy. Doctor Applestene went back over all
her preliminary tests in her mind and could not recall anything unusual
with the first set of tests. But still now, what was baffling her?
 
Looking again, closer for the third time, and with her formally
disciplined eye, she could not come to grips intellectually with what she
was now seeing in the depths of her patient. Time for this patient’s
examination had already lapsed and her assistant had notified her of
several other appointments now waiting their scheduled times. But her
scientific inquisitiveness would not allow her to pull herself away from
the incredible, unidentified and unimaginable events, and yes, that is
the only way she could describe what was taking place inside these
strange eyes of events.
 
Doctor Irene Applestene was one of the world’s top specialists in her
field. She had not only studied, but practiced, under some of the most
renowned optometry surgeons and specialists in the world but nothing had
prepared her for this challenge. Her long years of practice and headline
breakthroughs in retina restoration had helped her establish her own
clinic, now well accepted; and she was most notable for her extraordinary
research and accomplishments. But all this somehow seemed to be placed on
a cliff and ready to be blown away by some strange wind of change.
 
She had been on one of the top teams in one of the world’s greatest
visual and sight clinics, experiencing everything there was to experience
in the field of vision, but nothing ever like this. She had heard some
very strange stories of medical phenomenology and psychical nerve
conjections but this was totally off the eye chart and beyond her
credential filled wall. Her forth and fifth look into these eyes only
took her further into another world. The patient, Mortin Jacobs was
completely relaxed, trusting in her  professional skills and scholarly
abilities and sat quietly with a calm but  anxious smile on his face.
 
At first she began to consider what she had eaten for lunch; maybe
something had been slipped into her high-energy protein drink; but no,
that was not it -- she had not yet eaten lunch. This new retina camera
system was the latest and most sophisticated and costly instrument in its
field. She tapped it lightly, readjusted every setting, but no change.
Maybe someone was playing games with her through this instrument; but no,
that was impossible, she concluded. Never before had she ever been filled
with such awe and wonder, it was nearly unbelievable. For there in the
deep recesses of this man’s eyes, there danced and appeared hoards of
what she could only consider to be strange phenomena. The only word that
came to mind that might describe this extraordinary event, came back to
her from years past out of a long forgotten religion class, once required
by her university. 
She could not quite bring herself to even think that this phenomenon
might be called angels. The only recollection of what an angel might
resemble was from rare paintings she had seen in the European galleries.
The best thing she could do to keep perspective was to stand back for a
moment and come back to reality by once again reading all her accredited
documentations, focusing in on those hard earned post-nominal letters.
Each one of those multiple letters, nearly equaling the entire alphabet,
had cost her years of her life and endless, what seemed to be ages, of
research. Yes, they were there hanging with each credential certifying
her title after her name, with not just years, but decades of accumulated
Letters, framed neatly as icons, and now nearly covering the larger wall
off to the side.
 
Huh, she laughed, as the thought of how many angels could fit on the head
of a pin came to mind. This is childish she nearly growled. But the more
intellectual question continued to force itself across her neural tabula.
She was somehow asking her incredible intellect, not just asking but
actually engaged in a fight, demanding how many angels could dance,
streak and fly around on a human retina.
 
This was getting out of hand, what would such a presentation do to her
reputation, no less her World famed Applestene Retina Center. In reality,
these were unidentified flying objects, and she almost burst out laughing
at this thought
UFO's? And no less, UFO's in my office, or worse, in my
patients eyes, O heavens, why me?
 
Somehow she had to get rid of this guy, but first one more look. Her mind
was now locked onto the inner eye of her patient. For some reason now,
she was now feeling comfortable and without a doubt, she was mesmerized
and  soon found that she was being as if observed from something inside
these eyes. These observances, were what she had come to remember, well,
by the name angels! Her years of training kept bringing her back to the
foundation of everything she knew, it was she who was suppose to be doing
the observing!  Like flashes of fire they flew, back and forth, somehow
disappearing deep into the coils of nerves winding back into the optic
nerve, moving into the brain and disappearing there into the inner
sanctum of mind. With her own vision, she could trace the flight or flash
of each light, well, she did not yet want to distinguish anything as an
angel. She was drawn by what seemed to be some kind of observance, not of
the patient; but it was undeniable and a positive understanding of some
sort of observance of herself, by what she saw or was now classifying,
having no choice, as angels. Every other second or so, she would catch a
glimpse of a form out of the flashing light and even a shining face might
show itself. “Outrageous,” she screamed inwardly, she was actually
attaching names to these faces and flashes: Genasendon, Sontranoyn  ,
Hijanduroun and other strange names she had never even dreamed about.
They seemed to be delivering their observations back through the tunnel
of the optic nerve and disappearing into the brain and then into the
mind, out of her visual reach.
 
As she stared in amazement, she was  filled with an unusual awareness  of
silent messages being transferred into her own thoughts; especially when
the brightest light would move right up to her own vision and suddenly
disappear. Doctor Irene Applestene was so enthralled with her
observances, it was as if she wanted to chase these lights or beings back
to their hiding place deep in the recesses of this mind. 
However, she knew this was impossible. Especially as she watched these
lights continually bringing forth treasures, that might only be described
as thousands of terabytes of precious and rare intelligence; placing all
of it softly there within her own mind. One beautiful treasure after
another, arranged so orderly, almost like a library of never before
published volumes of wisdom, waiting to be placed upon the shelves of her
empty mind. It was as if she had become an empty hard-drive and was now
being written upon for the first time, she almost laughed as she thought
of being a virgin but this was too serious. This was impossible, but she
could not break away from the visions of this wonder. There was no fear
attached to this transfer of knowledge, it was more wondrous than
fearful.  A strange new knowledge in some manner floated into her mind,
flashed around and  then settled there, almost like star dust being
delivered from a falling star. No professor or book had ever even come
close to touching this indescribable experience.
 
Finally, her trance was broken by Mortin’s clearing of his throat and he
asked, "Is everything alright in there Doctor Applestene?"
 
She suddenly stood back almost in a noticeable daze, rubbing her own
eyes, not knowing exactly what to say. She hesitantly answered in a slow,
drawn-out voice, "Well, you certainly have some unusual activity going on
in there Mr. Jacobs."
 
With earnest concern in his voice he asked, "Is it serious?"
 
Serious, beyond measure she thought, if she could even report any of this
to the academic world, they would classify her well, insane! She chuckled
to herself nearly crying out with a propitious declaration and asked,
Mortin, let me ask you a few questions here," as she pulled up a high
stool to be eye level with this man.
She ran her fingers across her forehead as if removing any sweat and
making sure her hair was still in place; she asked in a meek voice of
civility, "What exactly are you seeing that makes you wonder that
something might be wrong with your sight?
 
Mortin casually gesticulated with his shoulders and seemed not to want to
give any in-depth answer. He looked away, undergoing what Doctor
Applestene registered as planned reluctance. After a few moments of
pregnant silence, he turned to her, stared directly into her wide open
blue eyes,  and simply stated, "Well, Doctor Applestene I have been
seeing flashes of light and this has me somewhat concerned."
 
"Tell me about these flashes of light, when did they begin? the Doctor
inquired casually. She wanted to know for herself if her patient knew of
what was going on inside his eyes.
"I don't really know how to say this, but it started a few weeks back
when I visited my great grandmother just before she died."
 
"Oh really, tell me about this." She really had her curiosity up and
running now.
 
"Well, my grandmother Emily, was a very unusual woman. She requested that
I come to her home and when I did, we talked and then she told me that
she wanted to speak words for me. She then laid hands over my eyes and
began to murmur in strange words not known to me. That was the only event
that I can remember to be, well unusual, in my recollections back. 
It was a few days after this, she passed away. Then shortly thereafter,
well, in fact, right at her funeral these things began inside me. I began
to see flashes of light. It started with tiny flashes but slowly
increased and weird visions and strange dreams began to come to my
attention and they have not stopped."
 
Applestene was now leaning forward, looking at Mortin, steadying herself
trying to appear casual. Her small delicate hand was supporting her chin
while her fingers were nervously tapping her cheek. It was more than
obvious that she was intensely listening. And within her there was a
curiosity so strong that it could have powered a good sized city for a
week. Her scientific inquisitiveness would not back down, it was almost
ready to explode within herself but she did not want her patient to
become aware of her inner frustrations. Somehow her years of professional
training managed to help her, calmly and professionally keep her
composure, except for biting her tongue. She nonchalantly inquired
further, "Besides the religious thing, what made your great grandmother
Emily, so different in your opinion?"
 
"I don't know, but I do know she was a good woman, more than a giving
person, strange in her old fashioned ways. And from what I know of her
she was actually a close relative of Einstein!"
 
Several flashes instantly went off in Doctor Applestene's own head. She
sat straight up and now realized that this interaction with this man was
provoking her, way more than just in creating some scientific interest.
For Irene knew that she also, was somehow tied into the Einstein family
by her distant long past grandfather. Now again, her mind was swinging
back through her family tree, but it had been so long ago since she had
even visited her old parents or had thought of her roots and a hidden
guilt came to her mind.  
Mortin did not want to say more, but Doctor Applestene seemed genuinely
concerned and pressed on with further questions. "What type of visions or
strange dreams came to you?"
 
Mortin knew that this questioning was out of the Doctors professional
scope, but knew now he had to proceed, "I don't know, just all kinds of
things. At first it seemed as though I could read other peoples thoughts
and had all kinds of unusual feelings going on in my head and it was as
if I knew the future and it was as if I could be in two places at once."
 
The future, she smiled; sure, she thought; then pressed on. "What kind of
feelings," Irene asked.
 
"Feelings of knowing things, distances, sort of spaced out, and feelings
of some kind of affection that I never felt before. Sometimes it seemed
as though I had a rushing river in my head, other times I was as if
flying. Just all kinds of odd forms, strange lists and formulas, and
weird dot-like pixels."
 
Interesting enough, he was describing some of the very feelings she had
received while looking into his eyes, "What has you bothered about this?
Irene Inquired.
 
"I really want to get my pilot’s license but I am afraid if my eyes are
messed up, then I won't be able to get my license."
 
Applestene had to laugh within, thinking that with these angel eyes, you
won't ever need to fly anywhere again! She then suddenly caught her
thoughts, she was already concluding that these were angelic somethings. 
 
Doctor Irene Applestene now sat there as if in great contemplation,
wondering if she should tell any of her colleagues about this. She
finally decided that she would now begin taking a series of pictures of
Mortin’s inner eye and possibly capture this most incredible phenomena on
film. For if she were to tell someone about this, surely they would
consider her going off into the wild blue yonder, chasing UFO's! But with
actual pictures, she would have some proof of what she had seen. This
evidence was vital in her profession and of course in the courtroom of
the medical professionals, considered the saintly judges and critics of
all things true. Just then her office secretary entered the examination
room and once again reminded her of her other waiting patients.
Doctor Applestene slowly turned to her assistant and said, "Please Marry,
cancel all my appointments for the day, just say that I was taken ill and
had to leave."
 
Her assistant gave her a worried glance and was puzzled over the strange
look upon the doctors face. 
Her assistant looked around the room and asked, "Are you sure, Doctor
Applestene? Many of these people have been waiting a long time for their
visits, is everything all right with you?"
She sat there rubbing her temples and uttered in a distant voice, "Yes, I
am sure, just let me be for now; I'll be alright."
 
The door closed and Doctor Applestene sat down across from Mortin just
staring at him; not sure of her next move.
Morton soon sat forward and shifted himself up straight and smiled,
waiting for a special moment, then said in a distinct, well understood
tone, dragging his words out very slow and precise, "You know---don't
you?"
 
For the first time since she was a child she humbly looked up from her
charts and slowly nodded her reluctant yes. Finally saying, "Yes, somehow
I know, but exactly what I know I cannot say, none of my so-named Letters
of knowledge can give me an explanation. Can you provide me with some
reasonable comprehension of this. She pointed to her own eyes for
emphasis while sincerely asking for his input.
 
"All I can say is that now that you know, nothing will ever be the same
for you again."
 
She stomped her foot, which she realized was the beginning of one of her
childish tantrums and  was taken back by this: this was not the answer
she wanted to hear. This could not be, "What do you mean by this? I have
a profession, a world famous clinic and a clinic to run, it is something
I've spent my entire life on, and it is more than important to me and to
many others," she blurted out!
 
"I'm sorry, if this will not do for you, but I cannot tell you any more
than this. You'll learn what is really important on your own."
 
"But why did you come to me." She probed, "Why me?"
 
Mortin was quiet for a time, he looked around and stared at all her
credentials on the wall, and then said softly, "Somehow I just knew to
come to you. I have to somehow give opportunity to these lights or
entities," and he pointed to his eyes. They seem to have a work or an
agenda of their own. How many of them are there, I do not know; but
certainly there are too many for me to handle and this is the only way I
was told to transfer them."
 
Doctor Irene Applestene, while sitting there, just bent her head down
contemplating this strange experience.  
She began watching within herself, hundreds of wondrous visions and
flashes of beautiful lights pouring through her mind! It was as though
the millions of unpublished manuscripts in her thoughts were now
revealing their wisdom to her intellect. Incredibly enough she somehow
began to see not only the future but everything that had made the future
what it was! She could actually project her thoughts as far into the
future as she thought and discovered the end of nations, the melting of
mountains, the world changes, even the presidential wins. What frightened
her the most was that she wondered who would be the fifth president from
now and found that there would be none! After some time had passed and
strangely enough she had lost track of it; she came to her senses and
looked up.
 
When her eyes cleared and she came to her right mind, Mortin had stepped
out of the room!
Doctor Applestene quickly opened the door, looked through the other
waiting rooms, not seeing him, and in near panic ran down the hallway
into the front office and looked around for Mortin, but he was nowhere to
be seen. She saw her secretary and assistant looking at her and before
they could ask, she inquired, "Where did my last patient, Mortin Jacobs,
go to?"
 
The secretary and Marry her assistant looked at each other puzzled, and
were taken back with some concern and replied, "What patient, you did not
have a patient. In fact we were baffled that you told us to cancel all
your appointments and we rescheduled them for next week."
 
Doctor Irene Applestene looked around at the empty waiting room, and for
the first time in her life she was staggered back and all her senses were
shaken to the core as she asked, "What do you mean? Mortin was just in my
examination room. Look on the books for his appointment."
The two assistants turned the appointment book around to their boss, the
head and creator of this famous clinic, Doctor Irene Applestene. They
pointed out the day and time; there was no one, nor any appointment,
listed for a Mortin Jacobs.
 
She stood there astonished, puzzled and awed at the same time and
realized that she had not taken any pictures, thus no proof!
Then she remembered, “Get hold of the Universal Sight Institute, to a
Doctor Kindleburger and put me through, right now," she snapped!
 
While she waited nervously in one of her office chairs, trying to piece
it all together, her secretary was on the phone to the Universal Sight
Institute, searching for a Doctor Kindleburger and soon hung up. With the
utmost concern, she turned to her friend and fellow colleague saying,
Irene, there is no such person as a Doctor Kindleburger, nor do they know
of any such person!
Her assistant quietly asked her if they should call a doctor, but Irene
Applestene arose slowly, shook her head from side to side and walked back
to the examination room to review all her degrees and letters of
certification, while mumbling, "No, it's alright but I'll never be the
same."
 
To begin with, this was a terrible burden upon her thinking, for she
learned that an answer to any question she inquired about would be given.
She quickly learned not to ask certain questions, or think on certain
subjects, specifically concerning the world or in the political area, for
the answers were often too mind boggling. In time she became very
disciplined in her thinking and kept her thoughts secret on things
concerning her field of expertise.
 
>From that day forward, Doctor Irene Applestene, one of the most brilliant
eye specialists in the world slowly had her clinical dreams reduced,
along with her entire life, down to that of a child. She learned, never
to accept any patient over seven years old. For herself she too, somehow,
was enabled the awesome opportunity to come into contact with only the
privileged few where this incomprehensible transfer might take its
course. She somehow knew, that angels in the wrong eyes could be very
dangerous. She learned that the angels would never allow themselves to be
photographed or known by just anyone. They simply dwelled within, and
were without name and they made no extraordinary demands on her. As was
spoken to her by Mortin Jacobs, her life would never be the same and so
it was!
 
Slowly, as time proceeded into the future, her hard earned prestige,
along with her once great name in the scholarly realm, began to fall into
obscurity. However, Irene Applestene's life had so changed and adjusted
around her new knowledge, she was almost unaware of old age creeping up
on her endless journeys into secret realms. Now and then she might
consider regret of such changes but her quest for knowledge quenched any
thought of remorse, for her new inner scholastic masters never left her
alone to think of unfulfilled dreams. She was continuously satisfied and
overflowed with intellect so far beyond what science considered reality
that most fellow scholars avoided her unusual insights to just about
everything. Her ultimate gratification and realization of self worth came
in the reception and work with the hundreds and maybe thousands of those
special children who somehow, over the years, came into her clinic. How
many angels or stars of intellect danced from her eyes into theirs she
would never know. She did know that these children went home to their
villages, their towns, their cities and back to their nations, and with
each went a living intelligence. This intelligence would grow with each
child, transforming minds into vaults of wisdom and incredible new
concepts. Each of these new citizens of light would grow and carry on and
transmit the knowledge and the wisdom of a new heaven and a new earth.
Somehow, the powers to be would never allow the knowledge of the coming
times to disappear or be forgotten; and so it is to this day; everywhere
around us!
The End! 

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