Einstein's God Model

- I don't claim

that our personalities

pass on to another existence.

I don't claim anything

because I don't know anything.

For that matter, no

human being knows.

But I do claim that is

is possible to construct

an apparatus which

will be so delicate

that if there are personalities

in another existence

who wish to get

in touch with us,

this apparatus will,

at least, give them

a better opportunity.

- Hands off the table, please.

- Sorry.

- April 27, 2002.

9:
17am period.

Subject's name is Greg Leeham.

- He is 27 years old.

- - It's Craig.

Excuse me?

- My name is Craig, not Greg.

It's Craig.

With a 'c'.

- Subject Craig Leeham

is 27 years old period.

The subject has

consented to participate

in accordance with

IRB guidelines.

Mr. Leeham, Mr. Leeham.

- Yes, sir.

- Please state for

the video record

that you understand the

nature of this study.

- I do.

Whoa.

- Mr.

Leeham, have you removed

all credit cards, watches,

jewelry, et cetera?

- I'm sorry, what?

- Metal.

Just to confirm, you

have no metal rods,

pins, plates or artificial

parts of any kind.

Okay, Mr. Leeham,

- no.

My assistant will now

be closing the door

effectively sealing

you in the room.

Do not, under any circumstances,

touch that telephone

until it rings.

Let us know immediately

if you feel any nausea.

- I'm sorry, did you say nausea?

- This is Dr. Carl

Meiselhoff proceeding

with human trial

number 31 of the Edison

spectograph DM field receiver.

The subject reports

a recent loss of

his younger sister,

Jennifer Leeham period.

Transcranial transoptic

electromagnetic

field dispersers have

been placed period.

Followed my injection of

Ketamine, 20 milligrams iv.

Infrasound frequency

will begin at 19 hertz

with two hertz

incremental decrease

every five seconds period.

Mr. Leeham.

Are you ready to begin?

How we doing, Greg?

- Look, I'm fine okay.

Just let me know when you start.

- We've started.

- I hear

sirens.

I hear knocking.

Sounds like knocking.

Is someone trying to

get into the room?

- No, not yet.

Please remain in your seat.

If you can describe,

as best you can,

what you're experiencing.

- I feel

I feel like someone's here.

A presence.

Professor.

Professor, I think

I change my mind.

- You can go

ahead and answer it.

- Hello.

- Connection secured

at eight hertz

and 109 decibels period.

67 seconds elapsed.

- Hello.

No, I can't hear you but

I can hear you breathing.

You have to...

Yes.

Yes.

No, no.

No, it was my fault.

I was trying to protect you.

- Stop it!

Stop it!

- Please stop!

- - Who is this?

- It hurts.

- - Who is this?

What is going on?

What the hell is going on here?

Is this some kind of sick joke?

- Hey!

- He's seizing.

- No.

Hold on.

Six more seconds.

- Please rise.

We assume death to

be the worse thing

that could possibly

happen to any person.

How very wrong this idea is.

- Alright, I need

help over here.

She's a 33 year old

with a gunshot wound

to her abdomen.

Husband attacked

her and the kids.

- We're good.

Go ahead.

This is Marcela Gutierrez.

Gunshot wound to the abdomen.

No allergies.

I gave her two

milligrams of versed,

200 of Ketamine fully reversed

and she's doing well.

Hey Marcela.

The surgery's over.

You're just waking up.

Esta bien.

- She says she saw her babies.

They're in a beautiful place.

- Who of us would

really want to remain

on earth with all its

never-ending struggles?

Death

is a natural step.

- She saw her kids.

- Yeah, she was there.

Her ex-husband shot 'em both.

- No, she thinks

she saw them after.

- It was probably this.

You left it on your cart.

- You leaving your

narcs on your cart?

- Anyway, ketamine's

known to induce

near death experiences.

- Really?

- - Oh yeah.

We had a guy in faculty,

he was injecting it

in his grad students

for a research study.

IRB shut him down.

- How do you know this stuff?

- He was my patient.

- So, at eight o'clock?

- Tonight?

- - Yeah.

Go ahead and bring

your girlfriend.

- Okay.

- Cool.

- See ya tonight.

- Yeah.

- What are you

thinking for dinner tonight?

- Actually, Devin

and Donna invited us over

to their place tonight.

- I don't know, bray, I'm

not feeling great and...

- They're colleagues.

It'll be fun, come on,

don't make me go alone.

- It's just that I

thought that, you know,

we could have our own

celebration tonight.

- We can celebrate there.

- That doesn't sound right.

- No, it's true.

For every 35 pounds he

gains, a man loses an inch.

Oprah wouldn't lie.

- Well, as long as it's

evidence based science.

- Come on,

that's not true, is it?

- Abbey.

- Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you.

- Oh, come on, Abbey, drink up.

Devin's on call but

what's your excuse?

Pregnant?

- Oh, congratulations.

- No way.

- That is so great.

- Thanks.

- How many weeks?

Six, I think.

- Well, I'd like

to propose a toast.

To Abbey and Brayden.

On the verge of a new life.

In more ways than one.

- You know, Abbey, I forget,

what is it that you do?

- I'm an artist.

- Really, that's amazing.

- Yeah, so I'm experimenting

with mixed media right now.

So, gravestone rubbings and

watercolors, things like that.

- She's really

talented, Francine.

She came and taught

at my pottery class.

- Our lives are

gonna change soon.

You have to let go

of your old life.

I promise you,

you won't miss it.

- Who of us would

really want to remain

here on earth with all its

never-ending struggles.

Death is a natural step.

- Brayden, I have to

say, I love Abbey.

I mean, I think she's great.

- Thanks.

- All I'm saying is,

Brayden, you're a lucky guy.

Abbey is every guy's dream.

Seriously, if anything

ever happens to you,

I'll take care of Abbey.

- Oh yeah, that's not

out of line at all.

- It's okay.

I am officially taking

her off the market.

- No way.

- Well, don't let

Donna see this,

she's gonna want me to upgrade.

- Too late, she

helped me pick it out.

- Sweetie, it's Donna.

You okay?

I need help in here.

Brayden.

- What eye has not seen,

what ear has not heard.

Neither has it entered

into the heart of man.

What things god has prepared

for them that love him.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Did I wake you?

- So, am I okay?

- Yeah, hun.

You're fine.

- Thank god.

I was so worried about the baby.

Someone's at the door, babe.

- They can wait.

- No, get it, I

have to pee anyway.

- Everything go okay?

- She did great, Brayden.

Blood loss looked a lot

worse than what it was.

Well, listen, you

know what I mean,

me and Donna we're

just so sorry.

- Dev, thanks again.

I'm glad it was you on call.

- Is she awake?

- Yeah, she just woke up.

She was so excited

about the baby.

She really wanted it.

We both did.

- Hello?

- - Abbey,

where are you?

- Brayden, what happened?

- Abbey.

- I didn't know what

to do, I just want to get home.

- I know, sweetie, I know.

I am so sorry you

found out that way.

- No, Brayden, I'm

sorry I lost our baby.

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