Thursday, October 31, 2013

Avoid Chronic Dehydration

Avoid Chronic Dehydration

Drink Your Water!Water isn't just "good for you" — water burns fat. Water suppresses hunger. Water renews your skin. Just drinking 12 ounces of pure water every day can take a few years off your face in a matter of weeks. You'll also drop fat, have more energy, and save your kidneys and liver from chronic overwork.
When your kidneys are taxed from too little water, your liver has to take over. Now, get this: Your liver is your number one fat-burning organ. Do you REALLY want it processing liquids and toxins rather than BURNING FAT? No way, right? Well, grab a glass of water, and watch the mirror. Within a few weeks, the change to your face and body will be noticeable. 

Reminder: When you first feel thirsty, your body has already entered into 2 percent dehydration. So, you should drink your daily water periodically ( i drink 10% of my water-quota ,every 90 minute )

Now Incorporating the WaterCure protocol into his practice.

ANIMALS AND THEIR SALT CURE.

An indispensable component of the WaterCure is a simultaneous adjustment of daily salt intake --- unrefined salt that also contains the other 80 or more additional minerals found in the ocean. It is now clear that this kind of salt is also good for animals -- in fact, very good for them. Good enough to cure some of their health problems. Below is the story of how it was discovered that salt should be added to the food of your animal pets.

Dr. Gary Weisberger is a practicing chiropractor in the area of Wilkes-barre, Pennsylvania. He himself had a very bad pain in his foot that was not responding to treatment. He happened to run into Bob Butts --- the person who has spent more than US$500,000 educating the people of northeastern Pennsylvania about the WaterCure and the importance of salt for the relief of joint pains. Bob advised him to take some sea-salt before going to bed. The result was the unexpected miracle of pain relief. Dr. Weisberger is now incorporating the WaterCure protocol into his practice. here below is his letter. I thought you might enjoy reading the views of a person who is engaged in the treatment of others, before we get into the discussion about cats and dogs. 

Dr. B., 
I would be most honored to have you include my story in your upcoming book.

The results that my patients are experiencing are wonderful now that they are following the WaterCure, but even more important to me personally is the lifelong friendships that are being forged, just because I am doing what is right.

Recently a patient started care with me because she saw an ad that Bob had placed in the newspaper. She is a very obese patient who could not her apartment because of her deteriorated medical condition and the fact that she recently fell and fractured her radius. She was quite amazed when she called to discuss the WaterCure and I told her I make house call for people in need. Three weeks after I placed her on the WaterCure, I was shocked and amazed to learn that Mary not only lost thirty(30) pounds inthat short period of time, but she also managed to leave her apartment on her own and drove herself to a dr.'s appointment.

When I thought it couldn't get much better that this, on my last visit to Mary's apartment she surprised me with the fact that she placed my entire family on her daily prayer list! Money can't buy what that has done for me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

If I can be of any further assistance  , please feel free to contact me at anytime.

Sincerely, 
Dr. Gary Weissberger

Saturday, October 26, 2013

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Sugar In Malaysia Subsidy


Consumer Association of Penang (CAP): Why sugar subsidy should be withdrawn immediately
----
- apparently, FOMCA and CAP defines sugar as a "poison" and have been lobbying govt for 7 years to remove all sugar subsidies and today, they have their wishes granted.
- in fact, they also want govt to impose a sin-tax on Sugar-based foods
- This is CAP's arguments.
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The Government should stop subsidising the price of sugar since sugar is nothing less than a toxic substance.

The recent 20 sen increase in each kilo of sugar means that the government will still end up subsidising a sinful sum of RM1 billion in 2010, based on a subsidy of 80 sen per kilogram. Malaysians consume an average of 26 teaspoons of sugar per day. This sweet indulgence has resulted in nearly 1.2 million Malaysians with diabetes, more than 98% with Type 2 diabetes, which is strongly linked to high sugar consumption.

Sugar should be sold at its market price because:
-- It is not a basic necessity and its consumption is most harmful to one’s health.
-- With the total withdrawal of subsidy, the price of sugar will increase by 80 sen per kilogram but this should not lead to a drastic increase in the price of sugar-based food and drinks.
-- Based on our calculations, the cost of the main ingredients in a cup of teh tarik and Milo is about 28 sen and 45 sen respectively, though they are sold at RM1.00 and RM1.20 respectively.
-- The subsidy mainly benefits the manufacturers of fizzy drinks and sugar-based food products.
-- Countries like the Philippines, Indonesia and Thailand have a per capita income that is lower than Malaysia yet they pay more for their sugar.
-- The RM1 billion subsidy can be better used to help fund programmes to eradicate poverty and for the improvement of public health.
We would like to reiterate that it makes no sense to subsidise the very substance that is injurious to our health when the money can be better spent elsewhere.

In the 1970s Malaysians consumed 17 teaspoons of sugar a day and this rose to 21 teaspoons in the 1980s. Now, they are consuming an average of 26 teaspoons of sugar per day.

Most people find it hard to believe or accept that we can be consuming an average of 26 teaspoons of sugar a day because we may be thinking of the sugar we add by ourselves into our food, but an increasing amount of sugar that is consumed by Malaysians is contained in processed drinks and food.

Some soft drinks contain an average of 7 teaspoons of sugar per can. Consumers are often unaware of how much sugar they are consuming in total per day. Over 60 ailments have been linked to sugar consumption, including obesity, diabetes, heart disease, cancer, asthma, and allergies. Some of these killer diseases are showing worrying upward trends in just a few years.

The price of sugar in Malaysia is amongst the lowest in this region. Sugar is priced at RM1.60 per kilogram and RM1.75 in East Malaysia. However the price of sugar in our neighbouring countries like Singapore is RM3.13, the Philippines RM2.85, Thailand RM2.31 and Indonesia RM2.62 to RM2.79 respectively.

Urgent action is needed to curb our high national sugar consumption.

http://www.consumer.org.my/index.php/focus/sugar-and-diseases/403-why-sugar-subsidy-should-be-withdrawn-immediately



Sugar Price Comparison

Prolactin And Depression and Stress.

Let me explain how the chemistry of depression at its onset can ultimately result in increased prolactin secretion and possible formation of cancer of the breast in women. Under normal conditions, all hormonal secretions have many checks and balances. Prolactin secretion in the human body is a finely regulated process, until and unless outside factors negatively influence this fine regulation. I just explained its direct connection to stress. 

However, its indirect connection is to the excess stress-induced destruction of the amino acid tyrosine and reduced production of dopamine. Dopamine is a neurotransmitter that prevents you from getting depression. It strongly inhibits prolactin secretion. When brain dopamine levels fall off in depression, the drive for prolactin secretion continues unchecked, a catastrophic situation if the early stages of cancer cell development are present. Natural remedy should be re-hydration -- drink enough water daily.

The artificial sweetener aspartame, << (click to learn more about aspartame) used in more than 10,000 food products, worldwide , is a major driver of prolactin secretion in the human body. Aspartame breaks up into the amino acids aspartate, phenylalanine, and methyl alcohol. Methyl alcohol is a very strong nerve poison and is being blamed for many eye problems, such as macular degeneration. Phenylalanine is a bona fide amino acid the body can use, but aspartate is something to be concerned about. Aspartate traverses the blood barriers of the brain and directly influences the brain parts that deal with the reproductive organs. The breast is one of these organs. This is how seemingly innocuos aspartame intake can drive prolactin production in the human body. 

You now have some idea of how the immune-suppressive effects of dehydration can cause cancer in the human body. I hope you better understand the cancer-preventive effects of proper hydration (ie. drink enough water for your present body weight periodically, daily basis) of the body, and also how some cancers can be reversed.  It is never too late or too early to revise and be wise again for the rest of our journey.......

Use Water-cure. Rather be thankful for the timely warning, and do something about it.

Drink at least 10% of your own daily water-quota (31.42 ml multiply by your present body weight(kg), every 90 minutes. Use 1/4 teaspoon of sea-salt in your daily diet, for every 1250 ml water drank.

Pain is a sign/signal produced by dehydration in the human body. Pain may be common but it is not normal. Pain is produced to alert your conscious mind that the affected area of organ/tissue is undergoing dehydration and need water replenishing attention.

Friday, October 25, 2013

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Asparagus -- Who knew? Can fight /Prevent Cancer

Asparagus -- Who knew?
From a friend – 
My Mom had been taking the full-stalk canned style
asparagus, pureed it and took 4 tablespoons in
the morning and 4 tablespoons later in the day. She did
this for over a month. She is on chemo pills for Stage 3
lung cancer in the pleural area and her cancer cell
count went from 386 down to 125 as of this past week.
Her oncologist said she will not need to see him for 3
months.

THE ARTICLE:

Several years ago I met a man seeking asparagus for a
friend who had cancer. He gave me a copy of an article, 
entitled "Asparagus For Cancer" printed in the
Cancer News Journal, December 1979.  I will share it
here, just as it was shared with me: I am a 
biochemist, and have specialized in the relation of diet 
to health or over 50 years. Several years ago, I learned 
of the discovery of Richard R. Vensal, D.D.S. that 
asparagus might cure cancer. Since then, I have worked 
with him on his project.  We have accumulated a number
 
of favorable case histories.  Here are a few examples:


Case No. 1,
 A man with an almost hopeless case 
of Hodgkin's disease (cancer of the lymph glands) who 
was completely incapacitated. Within 1 year of starting 
the asparagus therapy, his doctors were unable to 
detect any signs of cancer, and he was back on a 
schedule of strenuous exercise.
 

 

Case No. 2
, A successful businessman, 68 years old, 
suffered from cancer of the bladder for 16 years. 
After years of medical treatments, including radiation 
without improvement, he began taking asparagus. Within 3
 
months, examinations revealed that his bladder tumor 
had disappeared and that his kidneys were normal.

Case No. 3,
 On March 5th 1971, a man who had lung 
cancer was put on the operating table where they found
lung cancer so widely spread that it was inoperable.
The surgeon sewed him up and declared his case 
hopeless. On April 5th he heard about the Asparagus
 
therapy and immediately started taking it.  By August,
 
x-ray pictures revealed that all signs of the cancer had 
disappeared.  He is now back at his regular business 
routine.

Case No. 4,
 A woman had been troubled for a number of
years with skin cancer. She developed different skin cancers 
which were diagnosed by the acting specialist as advanced. 
Within 3 months after beginning asparagus therapy, the skin specialist said her skin looked fine with no more skin lesions. This woman reported that the asparagus therapy also cured her
kidney disease, which had started in 1949. She had over 10
operations for kidney stones, and was receiving government disability payments for an inoperable, terminal, kidney condition. 
She attributes the cure of this kidney trouble entirely to the asparagus treatment.

I was not surprised at this result as `The elements of
materia medica', edited in1854 by a Professor at the
University of Pennsylvania , stated that asparagus was
used as a popular remedy for kidney stones. He even
referred to experiments, in 1739, on the power of
asparagus in dissolving stones. Note the dates!
We would have other case histories but the medical
establishment has interfered with our obtaining some 
of the records. I am therefore appealing to readers to
spread this good news and help us to gather a large
number of case histories that will overwhelm the
medical skeptics about this unbelievably simple and 
natural remedy.


For the treatment, asparagus should be cooked 
before using.  Fresh or canned asparagus can be 
used. I have corresponded with the two leading caners of asparagus, Giant and Stokely, and I am satisfied that these brands contain no pesticides or preservatives.  Place the cooked asparagus in a blender and liquefy to make a puree.  Store in the refrigerator. Give the patient 4 full tablespoons twice daily, morning and evening. Patients usually show some improvement in 2-4 weeks. It can be diluted with water and used as a cold or hot drink. This suggested dosage is based on present experience, but certainly larger amounts can do no harm and may be needed in some cases. As a 
biochemist I am convinced of the old saying that `what 
cures can prevent.' Based on this theory, my wife and I 
have been using asparagus puree as a beverage with 
our meals. We take 2 tablespoons diluted in water to 
suit our taste with breakfast and with dinner. I take 
mine hot and my wife prefers hers cold. For years we 
have made it a practice to have blood surveys taken as 
part of our regular checkups. The last blood survey, 
taken by a medical doctor who specializes in the 
nutritional approach to health, showed substantial 
improvements in all categories over the last one, and 
we can attribute these improvements to nothing but 
the asparagus drink. As a biochemist, I have made an extensive study of all aspects of cancer, and all of the proposed cures. As a
result, I am convinced that asparagus fits in better
with the latest theories about cancer.


Asparagus contains a good supply of protein called
histones
, which are believed to be active in controlling
cell growth. For that reason, I believe asparagus can
be said to contain a substance that I call cell growth
normalizer
. That accounts for its action on cancer and
in acting as a general body tonic. In any event,
regardless of theory, asparagus used as we suggest, is 
a harmless substance. The FDA cannot prevent you 
from using it and it may do you much good. It has 
been reported by the US National Cancer Institute, that
asparagus is the highest tested food containing
glutathione
, which is considered one of the body's 
most potent anticarcinogens and antioxidants.

Just a side note... 
In case you are wondering why this has
not been made public, 
there is no profit in curing cancer!

Please send this article to everyone in your Address Book.

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Lester abides in truth, shares his discovery . After Lester, tremendous breakthrough into peace in 1952, that awareness of the truth never left him

Lester Levenson's story
(as found on Larry Crane's website: www.releasetechnique.com. Larry Crane developed and
sells The Abundance Course, based on the teachings he received from Lester for 22 years.
The web site releasetechnique.com has Lester's story divided over 13 web pages, which is
great for reading from screen. This document contains the text from all those 13 pages in an
easy to print and read format, so now you can read Lester's inspiring story anywhere without
needing a computer. Enjoy the read and allow abundance in your life!)

Have, be, and do whatever you will or desire
A modern American master tells of going from his deathbed to his finding the answers
to health, happiness and prosperity, and how you can do it too.

In the hospital
At the end of two weeks, Dr. Schultz arrived for his regular morning visit, and after
examining his patient, pulled up a chair and sat down.
"I'm discharging you today. Your condition is stable, and there's no reason to keep you
here any longer. Now that doesn't mean you're well. Far from it. You need an
indefinite period of convalescence as well as checkups at regular intervals. But you
don't need to be in the hospital any longer. You can continue with bed rest and
medication at home."
The doctor went on to outline his at-home program of rest, medication, and regular
office visits; his diet; social activities (none); even his sex life (also none). Lester was
surprised, but determined to follow doctor's orders.
"How long will this go on, Doc?" he asked. "How long do I have to take it easy like this?
I realize you can't tell me exactly, but can you give me some idea?" He watched the
doctor carefully as he waited for an answer. It seemed like a long time before Dr.
Schultz spoke.
"How old are you, son?"
That wasn't what he expected. He wondered what was coming next. There was
something in the doctor's manner he didn't like. "Forty-two," he answered and waited.
Dr. Schultz looked out the window, his face impassive as he sat lost in thought. After a
long moment, during which neither man moved, the doctor nodded his head once, a
sharp decisive movement which frightened Lester, and spoke abruptly and with
finality.
"From now on, I'm afraid."
"What do you mean, from now on?" A very sick feeling was rising from his gut, up into
his stomach.
"I mean that you cannot expect to live a normal life from here on." He went on quickly
when he saw Lester's shocked look. "You've just had a very serious coronary; you're
lucky to be alive at all. Anyone else would have been dead by now with the severity of
this attack." The doctor paused, then cleared his throat, "I realize how difficult it must
be for you to hear this, but I assure you it isn't pleasant for me either." He got up
abruptly and walked to the window, his back to Lester. "I wish there were something
else I could say; I wish I could tell you that in a few months you'd be back to normal
and could pick up your life where you left off," he paused, turning to face Lester
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quietly, "but I can't. In all conscience, I can't tell you that And I'm sorry."
Lester was angry now. "You're sorry? Well, so am I! You saved my life ... for what? So
that I can be an invalid for the rest of it? What the hell kind of life are you giving me
back anyway?"
Once started, he couldn't stop. He raved on and on. All his frustration, rage and anger
poured out until the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach finally rose to his throat and
he began to cough and choke. The doctor held a basin for him while he gagged and
heaved and finally fell back exhausted onto the pillows, his hand shaking as he
reached up to wipe his mouth.
The doctor was shaking too as he carried the soiled basin to the bathroom. He
carefully placed it on the floor, then hunched over the sink, one hand on each side of it
supporting his weight, his forehead touching the cold mirror of the medicine chest on
the wall. In spite of all his years of practice, these situations still affected him. He
thought of home and wished he were there now, his day over, relaxing before dinner
with a drink or two. With a deep sigh, he pulled himself erect and walked back into the
room.
"I'll sign the discharge papers today. but you can stay on if you want," he said quietly
"If you need more time to make your arrangements, I'll tell the nurse it's okay." He
didn't know what else to say.
Lester answered, "No, that's all right, I'll leave today, this afternoon. There doesn't
seem to be any point in prolonging it"
"All right, whatever you decide is all right. But remember that you can change your
mind and stay a bit longer if you want." He stood in silence for a moment, while he
closely examined Lester's ashen face. "Please be sure to take it easy when you get
home. I can't overemphasize the importance of that. You shouldn't climb any stairs at
all. And do you have shoes without laces; you know, loafers?"
"Loafers? No, why?"
"You might want to have someone buy you a pair. It's better if you don't have to bend
over to tie your shoes. It puts an additional strain on your heart when you get into that
position."
The idea struck Lester as ridiculous but all he said was "Okay, whatever you say." He'd
always hated loafers but it didn't matter now. Then as he watched the doctor walk
toward the door, a question occurred to him. "Doc," he asked, "I'm not going to die,
am I? I mean, I might have to kind of take it easy from here on, but I'm not going to
die, right?"
Dr. Schultz stopped. "I don't know," he answered, then turned to face Lester. "I wish I
could give you a positive answer, but I can't. The truth is that I simply don't know.
You've had a massive heart attack and you could live for another year or two, or you
could go tomorrow. I just don't know."
"Thanks for being honest with me, Doc. I'll be seeing you."


Lester goes home
That afternoon, he went home to his penthouse as though to a tomb. "It is a tomb," he
thought, "and I'm a dead man. I guess I'll just have to get used to it." His sisters
wanted to help and offered to take turns staying with him, to take care of him, but he
sent them away. He just wanted to be by himself.
He went to bed and mostly slept for three days, waking up only occasionally to eat, or
take his medicines, or use the bathroom. Then he'd crawl, like a wounded animal,
back to his hole.
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 On the fourth day something changed. After his midday meal he was sitting in a chair,
looking out the window at Central Park. There was snow; the trees were sparkling; the
park looked like a fairyland. He was thinking of how beautiful it was and then realized
that he wasn't enjoying it at all. He could not respond, even to beauty. He was a
virtual invalid, with no hope of ever getting any better. At best, he could look forward
to years of sitting in this apartment, nursing a frail corpse that hadn't the good sense
to lie down and get it over with. That thought made him so furious he got up from his
chair with the greatest surge of energy he'd had since his attack, went straight to the
medicine chest in the bathroom and counted his pills. He found a good supply of the
newer medications; sedatives and heart pills.
There were also morphine tablets a doctor had prescribed some years before for the
pain of kidney stones. There were certainly enough left in the bottle to take him off
this planet if he chose to go. And morphine would be such a nice way to go; you just
floated off on a warm, cozy cloud, everything rosy. It was certainly better than waiting
for another heart attack.
Okay. Now he had a choice. For the first time since his illness, he felt he had some
control over what happened to him. He considered what to do. Should he take the pills
now and get it over with? No, not right now he decided; he could always take them
when and if things got too bad.
He went back to his chair and began looking the situation over, speaking aloud to
himself, "You're still breathing. No matter what those doctors or anyone else says
about the prognosis, you're still breathing, and that's what counts. Maybe there's
some hope after all."
"Okay, where do I start?" That question brought on the sinking feeling again, and it
occurred to him that perhaps he should go ahead and take the pills at once. At least
then he'd be out of his misery and could stop fighting. And what had he been fighting
for all his life anyway? Just a little happiness, that was all; and he hadn't found it, not
ever, not in any way that lasted more than a few minutes or hours at a time.
Momentary... that's what life was... momentary... impermanent... always changing...
you'd no sooner think you had it made, had everything nailed down and could relax,
than the next thing would happen and there you were again ... right back where you'd
started ... clutching, clutching, clutching for something you couldn't hold even if you
got it. What the hell was life all about anyway?
What was it all about? What was he doing here on this planet? It didn't make any
sense to him that he should be born; go through all he had gone through in his life;
never really get anywhere that really mattered; and end up with nothing, absolutely
nothing except a dying body and eventually even that turns to dust. All his
possessions and accomplishments felt meaningless and empty. "Like dust," he
thought.
"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust...
If the war doesn't get you, the taxes must."
He had to laugh at the truth in that silly rhyme. Life seemed so stupid. But as he
thought about taking the pills, he realized that he couldn't give up yet. There was
something stirring in the back of his mind ... an elusive thought that there might be an
answer if only he knew where to look. Well, he had nothing but time, he figured, and
even though his body was half dead, he still had his mind; he could still think.
"Should I try?" he wondered aloud.
For a moment, he wavered, then decided with a shrug, "Oh, what the hell ... I got
nothing to lose. If it doesn't work, I can always take the pills." And he knew he would if
it came to that. There was no doubt in his mind.
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 That being settled, he didn't have to think about it again. His mind felt clearer than it
had in a long time, and for the first time since his illness, he felt truly hungry. He went
to the kitchen and fixed himself a real meal. Still very weak, he took his time and
didn't try to rush. As he ate, his mind was busy exploring new thoughts, questions,
ideas of where to look for his answer. The new project was exciting and he felt himself
coming alive again.
Refreshed and strengthened by the meal, he went back to his chair by the window.
"Where to begin?" he wondered, "Well, first, what are the questions?"
What is life? What is it all about? Is there a reason for my being here in this world, and
if so, what is it?"
"What is life? What is it that I've been looking for?"
"Just a little happiness, that's all," he answered himself.
"Okay, then, what is happiness? How do you get it? Where do you find it?"
"What is life? What is this world all about and what is my relationship to it?"
"How did I get into this mess I'm in?"
"Is there a way out of this mess?" He already knew the answer to that one. Other than
dying, there is no way out, but he thought if he could only get the answers, at least
he'd know the reason for his life. He might make some sense out of it all, and that
would be something. It would have to do.
First, he looked in the dictionary for definitions of happiness and life. They didn't tell
him anything he didn't already know. Next, he went to his library of books collected
over the years. There was Freud; could there be anything useful in that? No, he'd tried
Freudian analysis for years, and it hadn't helped. He'd also read every book Freud had
written that had been translated into English and hadn't found the answers. No, Freud
had no answers for him. He went on to others; Watson's Behaviorism, Jung and Adler,
nothing for him in those, either.
Then there were the philosophers. He began taking books from the shelves, putting
them in a pile. He'd read them all cover to cover more than once, but maybe he'd
missed something. After all, he thought, he hadn't then had specific questions.
Taking books to his chair by the window, he began to read. He skimmed through one
after the other, stopping to read paragraphs or pages here and there.
His head began to feel clogged with information, and his thoughts were spinning. More
and more impatient, he went back to the shelves for other books, books on medicine,
physics, engineering. He had books on everything and he looked through them all over
the next two days. The room was a mess, books piled everywhere, some lying open on
the floor where he had thrown them in his frustration. The only ones left on the
shelves were a joke book and some biographies, which had been given to him as gifts.
Where to look next? "You were always a smart boy" he told himself. "Didn't you win a
full scholarship to Rutgers by competitive exams when there were only three being
given? Even though you were a Jew, they couldn't hold that back from you. You won it!
"And in school, weren't you always on the honor roll? And haven't you read tons of
stuff on man, from engineering and physics to psychiatry and philosophy and
medicine?
"Well, if you're so smart, big shot, what did all that study and knowledge and reading
get you? Migraines, kidney stones, ulcers, appendicitis, pain, misery, unhappiness, and
finally a coronary which should have finished you off and didn't. What more do you
need before you come to your senses?
"For a smart boy Lester, you are stupid, stupid, stupid! All that knowledge has availed
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you nothing. And here you are looking for more, wanting more books written by
someone else who hasn't found the answers either."
"That's that!" he told himself. "I'm finished with all that crap."
With that decision, he felt a lifetime burden lift from his shoulders. Suddenly he felt
light, almost giddy. He realized he had actually been looking for the same answers all
his life, but now he knew, without a doubt, that if they were to be found in any of the
conventional places, he would have already found them. He would have to look
somewhere else. And he thought he knew where.
He would put all that useless knowledge aside, disregard everything he'd learned, go
back to the lab and start from scratch. The problems were within him, he reasoned. It
was his body, his mind, his emotions. The answers must be within him, too. That was
his lab and that's where he would look. It felt good. He went to his chair and began.




Answers begin to emerge
For a month he sat, relentlessly questioning, probing. At first, he tried to obey doctor's
orders and spend a good part of each day resting in bed but he couldn't stick with it.
His mind was too active, and this new research was the most exciting thing he had
ever done. He worked at it as intensely as he had worked on other projects, by trial
and experience. He had two-way conversations with himself, first posing a question,
then exploring each possible answer until he could either validate it or eliminate it. By
doing this, he made his first big breakthrough; got the first real answer.
It was about a month after he'd begun his self-search, and he was looking into the
question of happiness. He'd already eliminated some answers and once again asked
himself, "What is happiness?"
The answer that came this time was, "Happiness is when you're being loved." That
seemed simple enough.
He went on. "Okay, would you say you are happy now? Do you feel happy?"
The answer was no.
"Okay," was the conclusion, "then that must mean you are not loved!"
"Well, that's not exactly true," came the rebuttal. "Your family loves you."
That made him stop and think. He saw again their concerned faces when he'd been so
sick in the hospital, remembered the pleasure in their eyes when he'd returned home
after each lengthy sojourn elsewhere, heard his sister Doris' sweet voice on the
telephone, "How are you, honey?" Oh, yes, he was loved. There was no mistake about
that.
And there were women, too. He could think of more than one who would marry him in
a minute if he asked. He knew it was so because they had asked him, and had broken
off the relationship when he refused.
There were men who loved him, too, as a friend. These were men he had known all his
life, real friends who had stood by him through all kinds of difficulties, who still called
regularly just to say hello and see how he was doing, who enjoyed spending time with
him. They loved him.
It came as a shock that with all that love, he still wasn't happy. It became obvious that
being loved was not the answer to happiness. He threw it out and tried a new
approach.
"Maybe happiness lies in accomplishments," he thought. He remembered when he'd
won the Rutgers scholarship, when Kelivinator had upped his salary, when he got his
first apartment, when he opened the first Hitching Post, when he made the coup in
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Canadian lumber. Proud of himself, yes. But happy? No, not what he would call happy.
"Well, then," he asked himself, "have I ever been happy and if so, when?"
The first part was easy; of course, he'd been happy sometimes. But when, specifically?
He began to look at it... there were the summer times years ago when he was
camping out with the fellows. He had been happy then. Oh, not every minute, of
course, so what were the specific moments? The first thing that flashed into his mind
was a picture of him helping his friend, Sy, put up his tent one summer. Sy had arrived
late in the afternoon and one of his tent ropes had broken. Lester had helped him,
both of them laughing, pleased with their friendship, feeling good about themselves
and each other. He had been happy then. He chuckled at the memory. He felt good
even now, thinking about it.
"What were some other times?" he asked, and the next thing he remembered was how
he felt when his friend, Milton, had eloped in college. No one was supposed to know
about it, but Milton had told his best friend, Lester. He had been very happy then; was
it because he felt special that Milton had told him a secret? Upon reflection he saw
that it wasn't that. No, it was the expression on Milton's face, talking about his
beautiful new bride and how much he loved her; they just didn't want to wait until
after college. Lester had felt a twinge of envy for a moment, but then had looked
closely at his friend's face beaming with love and he knew he had definitely been
happy for Milton. He felt the happiness well up in him even now, after all the years, as
he sat with eyes closed, reviewing the scene in his mind. Yes, he had been happy
then.
As he continued to review the past, happy times came faster and faster. He
remembered June and driving to pick her up for a date, his heart singing with love,
impatient to see her. He had been happy then.
And there was Nettie. Oh, God, he hadn't thought about her for such a long time. He
really didn't want to now, there was so much pain attached to it, but there it was. He'd
been running away from that pain all his life it seemed, and he was tired, tired of
running. It was the end of the line and he simply couldn't run any longer. So he forced
himself to look and to question.
Oh, yes, he had been happy with Nettie. Memories flashed through his mind, moments
when he had held her in his arms so tenderly wanting to take her right inside himself.
Moments at parties, when he would unexpectedly catch her eye across a room and be
flooded with love. Remembering her smile, the sun glinting on her hair, the serious
look on her face as they sat studying together, the faint flowery smell of her, the
sound of her laughter, her voice soft in the night, "I love you, Lester."
He sat back and let the pictures flood him, wash over him, let it all flow, let the longheld
pain flow. His heart ached until his carefully erected, protected dam broke and for
the first time, he cried over his lost love, his Nettie, his darling. Grief seemed to come
from some bottomless pit of pain and loneliness. It went on for what seemed like hours
and when it was over, he felt drained and weak. When he could, he crept from the
chair to his bed and slept like a dead man.


What Is happiness?


In the morning, he woke very early feeling rested and refreshed. His first thought was,
"Well, then, what is happiness?" He laughed at his tenacity as he rolled out of bed and
into the shower. Preparing breakfast, his thoughts continued to explore the question
which dominated his mind.
Well, then, what is happiness? What is the common denominator in all these
moments? There was Sy, there was Milton, then June, and his Nettie... what was the
common denominator? Somehow he knew it was tied up with love, but he could not, at
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first, see how. When it finally came, it was so simple and pure and complete an answer
that he wondered why he had never seen it before.
"Happiness is when I am loving!" He realized that in every instance his feeling of love
for the other person had been intense and that's where the happiness had come from,
from his own feeling of loving.
It was so clear to him now that being loved was not the answer. He could see that
even if people loved him, unless he felt love in return, he was not going to be happy
Their loving might make them happy but it would not, could not, make him happy. It
was a new and mind-boggling concept and even though he instinctively knew that it
was correct, his old scientific training didn't allow him to accept it without testing. So
he looked into his past, remembering those times in his life when he had been loving
and happy, and he recognized that at those times, the other person had not
necessarily been loving him.
He looked at the other side too, the unhappy times and now that he knew what to
look for, it was very obvious that he had not been loving. Oh, he'd thought at the time
that he loved them, as with Nettie and June. He loved them, needed them, wanted
them. But was that love, he wondered now. No, it was painful ... he was experiencing
pain that they didn't love him. And even though he called it love, he was really
wanting to possess them completely, thinking he needed all their love to be happy.
That was the key! He had been experiencing a want or lack of love, expecting the
other person to supply the love, waiting for the other person to make him happy. He
had to laugh, it seemed so ludicrous. To think that someone else could make him
happy seemed like the funniest thing in the world. He knew, better than any one, that
no one could ever make him anything. He'd always been very proud and stubborn and
self-sufficient, sure that he never needed anyone or anything. What a joke!" he
thought. The truth is that he'd been all the time dying inside for want of love, thinking
he had to get it from someone. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he laughed and
laughed at the realization that what he'd been looking for all his life was inside him. He
had been like the absent-minded professor looking everywhere for his glasses which
were on top of his head all the time.
"What a shame," he thought, wiping away the tears. "What a shame that I never saw
this before. All that time, all those years wasted ... what a shame"
"But wait a minute!" he thought. "If happiness is when I'm experiencing love for the
other one, then that means happiness is a feeling within me.
"And if I felt unloving in the past? Well, I know I can't change the past, but could I
possibly correct the feeling now inside myself? Could I change the feeling to love
now?" He decided to try it. He looked at his most recent unhappiness, the day he left
the hospital.
"First," he asked himself, "was I experiencing a lack of love that day?"
"Yes," he answered aloud. "Nobody gave a damn about me, not the nurses, not the
orderlies, not even Dr. Schultz. They did not care. As sick as I was, they threw me out,
sent me home to die so they wouldn't have to watch one of their failures... well, the
hell with them. They can all go to hell." He was shocked at the vehemence in his voice.
His body trembled with rage and he felt weak. He really hated the doctor. He could
feel it burning in his chest. "Oh, boy" he thought, " this sure isn't love."
"Well, can I change it?" he asked. "Is it possible to turn it into love for the doctor?"
"Hell, no," he thought, "why should I? What did he ever do to deserve any love?"
"That's not the point," he answered himself. "The point is not whether he deserves
love. The point is, can you do it? Is it possible to simply change a feeling of hatred into
a feeling of love-not for the benefit of the other person but for yourself?"
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As the thought crossed his mind, he felt something break loose in his chest. A gentle
easing, a sense of dissolving, and the burning sensation was gone. He didn't trust it at
first. It seemed too easy so he pictured again the scene with Dr. Schultz in the
hospital. He was surprised to find that it brought only a mild feeling of resentment
rather than the previous intense burning hatred. He wondered if he could do it again.
"Let's see," he thought, "what did I just do?... Oh, yes. Can I change this feeling of
resentment into a feeling of love?" He chuckled as he felt the resentment dissolve in
his chest. Then it was totally gone and he was happy. He thought of Dr. Schultz again,
pictured him in his mind and felt happy, even loving. He saw now, reliving that last
meeting, how the doctor had hated to tell him the things he had to say. He could feel
the doctor's pain at having to tell a young man in the prime of his life that his life was
over. "Doctor Schultz, you son-of-a-gun," he said, grinning, "I love you."
"Well, it worked on that one," he thought. "If my theory is sound, then it should work
on everything." Eagerly he began trying it on other moments, and the results were
consistently the same. Each time that he asked himself if he could change the feeling
of hostility or anger or hatred to one of love, the dissolving process took place.
Sometimes he had to repeat it over and over until he felt only love for the person. At
times, the entire process would take only a minute or two; at other times, it might
take him hours of working on a particular person or event before his feelings were only
loving, but he would doggedly stay with it until it was completed on each person and
each incident.
His entire life came up for review in bits and pieces. One by one, he changed to love
all the old hurts and disappointments. He began to feel stronger as the weight of his
pain dropped away. He was happier than he had ever been in his entire life, and he
kept it going, feeling even more happiness with each new thing corrected.
He stopped going to bed because he had so much energy that he couldn't lie down.
When he felt tired, he would doze in his chair and awaken an hour or so later to start
in again. There was so much to be corrected in his life that he didn't want to stop until
he had looked under every stone and around every corner.


How far could he take this?

 
Another thing that intrigued him was the question of how far he could take this. As he
corrected each thing, he became happier, he could feel it; but he wondered how far he
could go. Was there a limit to happiness? So far, he hadn't found any boundaries to it
and the possibilities were staggering. So he kept on, around the clock.
His strength was returning, but not wanting to be distracted, he avoided getting
involved in social activities and would sometimes even pass up the Sunday gettogether
with his family. He did his food shopping in the middle of the night, around
two or three in the morning. There were very few people up and about at that hour,
and he enjoyed the quiet of the city. He went on correcting his life, even while doing
the necessaries. And he noticed that when someone in a store or on the street would
annoy him, he was able to correct that response with love either immediately or
shortly thereafter. This pleased him, and he found himself loving others with an
intensity far beyond anything he had imagined possible. As he described it many years
later,
"When I mixed with people, and again and again when they would do things that I
didn't like and within me was a feeling of non-love, I would immediately change
that attitude to one of loving them even though they were opposing me.
Eventually I got to a point where, no matter how much I was being opposed, I
could maintain a feeling of love for them."
He continued to correct his life with consistent results for about a month until one day
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he got stumped. He was working on the last time he had seen Nettie, the day she
chose someone else. He had already corrected a lot of the pain with regard to her; she
had come to his mind again and again, and it had not always been easy. In fact, it had
been very difficult at first to work on that old relationship but gradually as he gained
strength, he had been able to confront some of those long-buried feelings and correct
them.
But on this particular day, no matter how hard he tried to correct it with love, there
was still a feeling of despair which he could not dislodge. He wanted to escape, to get
out of his chair and run, to get something to eat, to do anything that would get him
away from his intense feeling. Instead, he decided to sit there until he handled it.
Something told him that if he let that feeling push him around, if he lost that battle, he
would have lost the war. He stayed in his chair, determined to ride it out.
He probed, "What's wrong here? Why isn't it dissolving? Nettie, oh, my Nettie." He
began to cry now, tears streaming down his cheeks, all the pain he had locked up on
the day they parted came now in a flood. "Why did you do it, Nettie?' he cried aloud.
"Why did you do it? Why did you leave me, my darling? We could have been so happy,
we'd have married and been so happy."
"Damn," he thought, "why do people do things like that? They throw their happiness
away and everyone else's too. They have no right to do that... they shouldn't be
allowed to do that... there should be some way of making them change... some way of
changing the things they do and the effect they have on people..."
He felt the old pain of ulcers starting up again in his stomach and realized with
certainty that the ulcers had started that last day with Nettie. He'd drunk the beer and
thrown up; that had been the beginning. He wished it had been different. More than
anything else in this world, he wanted to change what had happened. He wanted to go
back and live it over again the other way with Nettie choosing him, with them getting
married and being happy forevermore.
"Well, you can't change it, stupid," he shouted at himself, "so you might just as well
stop trying to." That jolted him. He saw that he was still trying to change something
that had been finished more than twenty years ago.
"No, it can't be finished," he cried. "I won't let it be finished." His throat hurt now and
he felt like screaming and smashing things.
Then, like instant replay, he heard what he'd said, "I won't let it be finished." That was
the source of his anguish; he'd wanted to change it all these years and so he kept it
alive inside himself, the pain buried deep, eroding his happiness.
"Well, the hell with that," he said, almost flippantly. Suddenly, with that decision, the
whole thing was gone. He couldn't believe it. He felt for the hurt, the pain, the despair.
It was all gone. He thought of Nettie as he remembered her, so young, so beautiful,
and he simply loved her. There was none of the old painful feeling left.
He began to look now in this new direction. He realized that the cause of his ulcers
was that he had wanted to change everything, starting with his nearest and dearest
and extending out to the rest of the world, including the United States, other
countries, government heads, the weather, endings of movies he had seen, the way
businesses were run, taxes, the army, the President; there was nothing he could think
of that he had not wanted to change in one way or another.
What a revelation! He saw himself subject to and a victim of everything he wanted to
change! He began dissolving all that. When he thought of something that caused him
pain about a person or situation, he would now either correct it with love or dissolve
wanting to change it.
This added a new dimension to his work, and his progress accelerated. By the time a
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second month had gone by, it was all he could do sometimes to stay in his chair, he
became so energized. And there were times, when he had worked on particularly
painful incidents in his life, that he literally could not sit and would go out into the city
and walk for miles, reviewing, correcting, dissolving until he had burned off enough
energy to sit still again.
Sometimes he felt as though he had hold of a chain with many links of incidents on it
which needed correcting. Once he got hold of the chain, he would follow through
incident by incident until there was nothing left to be corrected. An example of such a
chain was jealousy.
He had always been intensely jealous but managed to hide it most of the time under a
facade of not caring. Nevertheless, his insides used to burn if the girl he was with so
much as looked at someone else, or even mentioned another man. Once he decided to
correct this tendency in himself he looked for it, not content to let it come willy-nilly.
He would probe his memory for instances where his jealousy had driven him; correct
it; then look for more. When he thought it was cleared out, he tested himself by
imagining the girl he loved most making love with the man he would least want her to
be with. It was a good test because he could see immediately if there was more work
to do. Sometimes the intensity of his feelings would almost drive him mad, but he
continued for days until there was no last vestige of jealousy left in him. When he
could finally enjoy their enjoyment of each other, he knew he was finished with
jealousy.
Insights came with increasing frequency. He would often gain a sudden, complete
understanding of something which had always puzzled him. Philosophies he had
studied became clear, and he could see that they had often started off on the right
track, only to veer off into distortions, having been diverted by an incorrect idea
springing from the author's own storehouse of uncorrected feelings.
His mind began to feel like crystal ... clear, sharp. Colors seemed brighter and
everything was more sharply defined.


Lester asks "What is intelligence"?

 
There was a certain greater freedom I felt. It was easier to concentrate because
of it and I began to look more closely at my mind. "What is my mind?"
I asked. "What is intelligence?"
Suddenly a picture flashed of an amusement park bumper-car ride. Small round
cars each have a flexible pole in the rear which connects to a wire screen spread
across the ceiling. The energy to power all the cars comes from this single
source, the ceiling, and is transmitted by means of the pole at the rear of each
car. The amount of energy is regulated by individual drivers using a foot pedal.
This makes the ride more interesting. The steering mechanism is constructed to
be oversensitive. Therefore, it requires the utmost delicacy of handling to
maintain control of the car because the slightest movement of the wheel sends it
careening and the cars are constantly bumping into each other, out of control.
And it seems that the more a driver tries to control his car, the more erratic
becomes the action. This was a picture of mankind today. We all use the same
single intelligence and power taken from above. But most of us are out of control,
using the energy to bump into each other.
However, I began to see that I could regulate the amount of power and
intelligence for my own use and that I could have control of it. I liked that so I
began to dig at it.
I began to examine thinking, and its relationship to what was happening. And I
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saw that whatever was happening had a thought behind it at some time prior.
And that the reason I had never before related the two was because of the
element of time between the thought and the happening.
But I did discover that with everything that was happening to me I'd had a
thought of it before it happened; and that, if I could grab hold of this concept and
find a way to use it, I could consciously pre-determine everything that would
happen to me!
Above all, I saw that I was responsible for everything that had happened to me,
formerly thinking that the world was abusing me! And I saw that my tremendous
effort to make money and then losing it was due only to my thinking; that I had
been always seeking happiness, and thought that making money would do it. So
whenever the business started to make money, and the money did not bring me
the happiness I wanted, I began to lose interest and the thing collapsed. I had
always blamed it on other people and circumstances, not realizing that it was
simply my subconscious knowledge that this is not happiness which caused me
to lose interest and that, in turn, caused the business to collapse.
This was a tremendous piece of freedom, to think that I am not a victim of this
world, that it lies within my power to arrange the world the way I want it to be;
that rather than be an effect of it, I can now be in control of it and arrange it the
way I would like it to be. That was a tremendous realization, a tremendous
feeling of freedom.
Discovering that my happiness equated to my loving, and that my thinking was
the cause of things happening to me in my life gave me more and more freedom;
freedom from the subconscious compulsions that I had to work, I had to make
money, I had to have girlfriends. Freedom in the feeling that I was now able to
determine my destiny, I was now able to control my world, lightened my internal
burden so strongly that I felt there was no need for me to have to do anything.
Plus, this happiness was so great. It was a new experience for me. I was
experiencing a joy that I never knew existed, never dreamed could be. So I
decided, "This is so great, I'm not going to stop until I carry it all the way." I had
no idea how far it could go. I had no idea how joyous a person could be. But I was
determined to find out.


How joyous could he get?

 
During the third month, things went even faster. There was a depth to his feelings that
threatened to bowl him over at times. His knees sometimes buckled, but he stayed
with each feeling until it was corrected.
He was becoming happier and happier, still looking to see if there were any limits to
what he could accomplish with this new process. "How much further can I go?" he
would ask himself, then push it even further.
It was also during the third month that he ran into an old adversary, one he had seen
out of the corner of his eye again and again throughout his life. It had lurked nearby,
always on the periphery and he had never before been willing to meet it head on. It
was the fear of death.
Now he recognized it as the basis of every single feeling he had ever had. He began to
coax it out into the open, wanting to take a good look at this biggest foe of all, which
had so very nearly won the battle only a few months ago. He began to lure those
feelings into the open and to dissolve them. And it worked!
He got to the place where, with great confidence, he laughed and laughed and
laughed at this foe which had kept a fire lit under him his entire life so that there had
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not been one moment of real peace, ever. This last of the monsters turned out to be,
after all, only a feeling.
As he dissolved the fear of death, he realized one day that his body was sound,
healed. The physical impairment was corrected. He couldn't explain to anyone how he
knew; he just knew it as surely as he knew who he was. His body was sound.
By the end of the third month, he had slipped into a blissful, joyous state, which he
could only describe as feeling like a million orgasms surging all at once through his
entire body. It went on and on, and he realized that this feeling, although not sexual,
was what he had always been looking for but never found in sex. He felt light, living
for weeks with joy exploding inside him every moment. Everyone and everything
became exquisitely beautiful to him. He kept looking for more things to correct, but
there didn't seem to be much. Occasionally something would occur to him, but it
would be gone almost before he could define it and the joy would surge through him
even more strongly.
After several weeks, he began to wonder if there could be anything better beyond this
joy. He was sitting in his chair in the usual position, slumped down, legs stretched out,
chin touching his chest. He had the idle thought without expecting an answer, but the
answer came.
What was beyond this incredible, joyous state that didn't stop? He saw that it was
peace, imperturbability... and he realized with certainty that if he accepted it, if he
decided to move into that peace, it would never, ever go away... and he went...
slipped into it so effortlessly... with just a decision to have it... he was there.
Everything was still. He was in a quietness that he now knew had always been there
but drowned out by incessant noise from his accumulated, uncorrected past. In fact, it
was more than quiet; it was so far beyond anything imaginable that there were no
words to describe the delectable deliciousness of the tranquility.
His earlier question about happiness was answered too. There were no limits to
happiness, but when you have it all, every minute, it gets tiresome. Then this peace is
just beyond ... and all you have to do is step over the line into it.
"Is there anything beyond even this?" he wondered. But as he asked, he knew the
answer.
This peace was eternal and forever, and it was the essence of every living thing. There
was only one Beingness and everything was It; every person was It, but they were
without awareness of the fact, blinded by the uncorrected past they hold on to.
He saw this Beingness as something like a comb. He was at the spine of the comb and
all the teeth fanned out from it, each one thinking it was separate and different from
all the other teeth. And that was true, but only if you looked at it from the tooth end of
the comb. Once you got back to the spine or source, you could see that it wasn't true.
It was all one comb. There was no real separation, except when you sat at the tooth
end. It was all in one's point of view.


Lester discovers amazing natural powers

 
If that were really true, he thought, then he could tune in at any point he chose. If he
were the whole comb, he could tune in with any tooth at all.
He thought of a friend in California, wondered what he was doing at that moment and
was immediately there in his friend's living room. He could see the room, the people in
it, his friend sitting there talking to them. He picked up the phone and called. "I just
want to check something with you," he said. "You are in the living room and there are
three other people there...." He went on to describe in detail the room, the people and
what they had just been talking about. He heard a gasp from the other end of the
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phone and asked if what he had described were true.
His friend answered, "Yes, but how the hell could you possibly know that?"
With a laugh Lester said, "I'm right there. Can't you see me?"
There was a long silence. He could feel panic and realized with surprise that it was his
friend's panic he was feeling. He felt as though he were right inside the other man,
feeling and thinking exactly as the other one. It was a totally new experience, and it
suddenly came to him that he was the other one... that he was, in fact, every other
one ... because his essence was the essence of all.
He was sitting at the spine of the universal comb. He had a new point of view and
could see everything.
To ease his friend's fear, he said, "Oh, come on, you're kidding me, right? When I
described those people and what everyone said, you only told me that I was right to
make a joke, didn't you? It wasn't true, was it?"
He could feel the panic subside as his friend answered, ''Lester, you son-of-a-gun, are
you trying to tell me you made all that up?."
"Certainly I made it up. What do you think I am, some kind of a nut? It was just a joke."
"Well, you really had me going there for a while, because everything you said was
true," his friend was laughing now.
"Wow what a fantastic coincidence," Lester said. "Well, I won't keep you from your
company any longer. Give me a call when you get to New York next time. We'll go to
lunch together and have a good laugh over this."
"Okay, Les, be seeing you."
Lester hung up realizing that he'd have to be more careful in the future. He'd forgotten
that people think in very narrow terms, unable to accept anything outside the usual.
Suddenly, he remembered himself a few short months ago. He would have thought
anyone crazy who had tried to tell him something like this. How rigid he had been
then, how closed his mind had been, how limited ... and now... he roared with laughter
at the change.
When I started my search, I was a very convinced and absolute materialist. The
only thing that was real to me was that which I could see, feel and touch. My
world was as solid as concrete. Then when these revelations came to me that the
world was just a result of my mind, that matter had no intelligence, and that our
intelligence and our thinking determined all matter and everything about it; when
I saw that the solidity which I formerly had was only a thought, my nice, solid,
concrete foundation began to crack. A lifetime of build-up began to tumble and
my body shook and shook. I just shook for days. I shook like a nervous old
person.
I knew that the concrete view I'd had of the world was never going to be again.
But it didn't drop away gracefully with ease. For days, I actually shook, until I
think I shook the whole thing loose.
Then my view was just the opposite of what it had been months previously-that
the real and solid thing was not the physical world, was not even my mind; but it
was something which was much greater; that my essence, the very Beingness of
me was the reality and that it had no limits, that it was eternal, and that all those
former things that I used to see as me, like my body and mind, were the least of
me rather than the all of me. That the All of me was my Beingness.
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The last tremendous breakthrough

 
It was April 1952 when he made the last tremendous breakthrough into the quiet
state. "Can it be only three short months since I was dying?" he wondered. It was hard
for him to believe all that had happened to him in such a short span of time. It seemed
as though a million lifetimes had gone by and yet it seemed like only a moment.
His sense of time had changed radically. When he thought about it, he realized that,
from where he was, in the quietness, there was no time. There was an ever-nowness.
Time was relative and had meaning only in the world of differences, of separation.
Where he was, everything was the same, made up of the same substance, the same
inexpressibly beautiful, all-powerful peace which was inherent in every atom of the
universe.
He was that peace... his body seemed small and distant sitting in its chair. He could
see it there if he chose, but he felt himself spread across the entire universe; that
body was only an infinitesimal speck in the vastness that he was. He was omnipresent.
There was no travel, only a thought, and he was there.
It was obvious to me that I wasn't that body and mind as I had thought I was. I
just saw it—that's all. It's simple when you see it.
So I let go of identifying with that body. And when I did, I saw that my Beingness
was all Beingness, that Beingness is like one grand ocean. It's not chopped up
into parts called "drops of bodies." It's all one ocean.
That caused me to identity with every being, every person, and even every atom
in this universe. And that's an experience so tremendous, it's indescribable. First
you see that the universe is in you, then you see the universe as you. Then you
know the Oneness of this universe. Then you are finished forever with separation
and all the hellishness that's caused only by separation.
Then you can no longer be fooled by the apparent limitations of the world. You
see them as a dream, as an apparency, because you know that your very own
Beingness has no limits!
It was a very interesting trip. I had never known the things that I experienced
existed. I had never known there was such power in the mind. But I saw how my
mind could trick me so I had a maxim, "I only know that which I can do." When I
would ask myself the question, "What can I do?", it was a shock every time. So I
would keep experimenting until I could do whatever it was.
I kept that going and great things opened up. "If I am these things, can I do
them?" I would ask. "If I am all-powerful, what power can I exert?" And powers
came to me. And I proved each one to at least two witnesses. That's because I
was trained as a physicist. You always have to go to the lab and do it to prove it,
but it's good training.
I'll tell you the first thing I did. There was a cup on the table and when someone
came into the room, I said, "I can move that cup to the other side of the table
with my mind. Do you believe I can?". If they said Yes, it was instantly moved; if
they said No, it remained still. I wouldn't impose on other people. If they didn't
accept it, I wouldn't bother them. Of course, not having had much experience
with it at first, I made mistakes. I even had people walk away from me and not
talk to me. I learned to keep quiet and not disturb peoples' beliefs and
convictions.
Once he had proven, beyond any doubt, that he had indeed acquired the powers he
used to scoff at, he saw that they, in themselves, were a trap if he tried to hold onto
and develop them for the amazement and amusement of himself and others. They
were not an end in themselves, and so he let go and moved on. Later, there were
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occasions when someone needed a demonstration in order to break through his or her
own limitations, and, at those times, unusual things would happen. But Lester never
felt like the doer of them. He was only the clear catalyst, without ego involvement. He
also realized the source of intelligence. He saw that there is only one intelligence and
we all have it. Therefore, unlimited knowledge, omniscience, is available to all. And he
saw it was the same with power; we all have unlimited power, omnipotence.
Omniscience and omnipotence are within each one of us.
Contemplating the source of intelligence and energy, I discovered that it too was
available in unlimited amounts, and that it came simply by my freeing myself
from all these former compulsions, inhibitions, entanglements, hang-ups.
I didn't have to be subject to anything. Seeing this allowed the power that was
right behind my mind to flow through as it had never flowed through before.
I saw that I had previously dammed this energy, this power and all I had to do
was pry loose the logs of the dam—and that's what I was doing. On discovering
each thing, I was removing a log and allowing this infinite flow—just like a water
dam would flow if you pulled the logs out one by one. And the more logs you pull
out, the greater the flow, so all I needed was to remove the logs and let the
infinite energy and power flow.
And there were times when I'd get the realization of what I am that would put so
much energy into me I would jump up from my chair. Then I would go right
straight out the front door and start walking and walking and walking, for hours
at a time—and sometimes for days at a time! I just felt as though my body could
not contain that much energy, that I had to walk or run some of it off.
I remember walking the streets of New York City in the wee hours of the morning
sometimes, just walking at a very good pace, not being able to do anything else.
By the time he had finished these experiments, he had proven for himself that the
source of all objective physical phenomena was the mind; that the mind has no limits
except those one mentally imposes upon oneself; and that this is true for everyone,
with no exceptions. Inherently each person has the ability to have, be, or do whatever
that person wills or desires.
The realization of the omniscience and omnipotence of each mind is what finally got
him out of his chair. He wanted to share with others what he had discovered, wanted
to help them discover it for themselves. He wanted others to know the incredibly
beautiful, tremendous Being that each one is.


Lester shares his discovery


He went first to those who seemed to be already looking in that direction, the
metaphysical groups. Looking in the newspaper, he found weekly meetings listed for
the various groups in New York City and began to attend them and make friends.
After the three-month period, I attended a metaphysical group just two short
blocks away, Dr. Schaefer's group. He would call the students up to the front and
ask them to give a talk, The first time he called on me, I told him I didn't want to
go up, so he by-passed me.
And then, after he stopped asking me, I realized it was silly. The only reason I
wasn't speaking was that the old tendencies remained, but the effectiveness of
them was totally gone. The compulsiveness was done away with and even
though the tendency remained, it was like a burnt rope. If you try to pickup a
burnt rope, it just falls apart. It looks like a rope, seems to be a rope, but it has no
strength.
Seeing that, I volunteered to go up and give a talk. First time in my life! Here I
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am, up in front of a group of about sixty people. When I got up there, I was
surprised that I wasn't nervous. I was looking at them, they were looking at me.
And as I was talking, I had a second thing going on in the background, "Gee!" I
kept thinking. "This is easy. I never knew it was this easy!"
And that was my first experience in my life of getting up in front of a group and
talking.
Lester also began to read books on metaphysical subjects and was pleased to find that
the things he had experienced had also been experienced by others. In fact, there was
quite a body of available literature on the subject.
He often found himself the center of attention with his new friends, because they had
not met anyone before with such a depth of personal experience of what they were
seeking for themselves. They found him very easy to talk to and were eager to hear
how he had achieved his state of personal peace. It was difficult for him to put the
actual process into words but he found that in talking to people on a deeply personal
level, he would find the right thing to say to help them achieve some relief from their
pent-up emotional blocks.


Lester makes a million dollars


The primary thing he talked about in those days was the inner perfection of Beingness
of each one. As he talked, in his mind he would see the other person as all-perfect, allknowing,
all-powerful--a perception that gave the other one quite a lift.
However, from his long-time experience in business, when asked, Lester would
occasionally offer guidance on a practical level. And, in 1953, it occurred to him that
despite all his accomplishments, he still had not made a million dollars. He had also
noticed that many of his new friends had the impression that only by being poor could
they have the freedom they'd read about. Many of them had interpreted the tranquil
state as one of lack. Admonitions such as "Let go of your attachment to things" and
"Things cannot make you happy" had been misinterpreted as meaning that one had to
give up ambition, money, prosperity, and abundance in order to achieve inner
tranquility.
Lester knew that this was not so, that it was the attachment to money and things that
created the non-freedom and that this attachment was itself only a feeling. He was
also very sure, based on his own experience, that all feelings could be corrected, let
go of released. So he set out to make his million, to prove both that one could have
and accomplish things in the world without the deadly attachment and that spiritual
freedom didn't mean deprivation. On the contrary, it meant the ability to have, to be,
and to do anything and everything. But talking about it was one thing. Actually doing it
was the only way to prove it. He decided to prove his point with real estate in New
York City.
In 1953, he began buying apartment buildings with no cash down. He would either run
them for profit or sell them for quick profit. Within six months, he had acquired well
over a million dollars equity in property.
I started in the real estate business with no cash and bought apartment houses
using mortgages and loans. With no effort, I acquired twenty-three apartment
houses of twenty to forty units each. I found it was easy to do.
Every deal had to be a very harmonious one. Everyone in it had to gain. If there
were a broker involved, I made sure he got his full commission. The seller
benefited by getting what he wanted, his building sold. And if there were a lawyer
involved, he got his share. Everyone benefited in every deal.
That's the way all deals should be. There's no need for anyone to suffer.
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Everyone should get what he wants out of it. Everyone should benefit.
Every seller wants to sell. Every buyer wants to buy. I found that harmony is the
basic law of the universe and when we're in tune with it, things can be done with
little effort.
"What's the next step?" he wondered. He had proven he could apply his new theory to
business, he had over a million dollars; what was left to prove?
Then it occurred to him that the need to accumulate wealth was not security. It could
all be lost. Also, the need for accumulation indicated a lack of conviction in one's
ability to produce what one needed at will. Therefore, he decided, "From here on, I
have everything I need as I need it," and proceeded to test out still another theory.


Lester tests his abundance theory

 
It was a few days before Christmas, cold, and I wanted a short vacation of two
weeks in warm country.
Los Angeles was farthest away from New York City so I said, "Well, I'm having a
vacation in Los Angeles over the Christmas- New Year holidays."
With full confidence that "everything is A-okay and taken care of" I packed a bag
and walked out of the house. Within a block, I bumped into a man I hadn't seen
for many, many years who said, "Hey, Lester! I've been looking for you.
Remember that money I owed you? I've been wanting to pay you. I didn't know
what happened to you." And he handed me enough cash to buy a round-trip
ticket to Los Angeles, which I did, and immediately left.
When I got to Los Angeles, it occurred to me to call an old friend who said, "Oh,
I'm so happy you called, Lester, we just got a new apartment, we have an extra
room and you must stay with us. Where are you?" And they picked me up.
The next morning I was in the kitchen thinking, "Well, gee, here I am in Los
Angeles without a car. It's impossible to get around without one." And I said,
"Well, that's taken care of," and I dropped it.
Next thought came, "Call Burl." He was an old friend I had driven with from New
York to Los Angeles some years earlier. I called Burl, and he said, "I've been
thinking of you, Lester. Where are you? I want to see you and I'm coming right
over." And he was there in a matter of about fifteen minutes.
And we're having coffee over the kitchen table and without my asking, he puts
his hand in his pocket, takes his car keys out, slides them across the table to me
and says "You've got my car as long as you stay here. I have no need for it. I'm
living near the studio and I walk to work." I thanked him. Now I had everything I
needed.
After about ten days, I got the feeling that I wanted to go back to New York. It
was about January 3rd. I called TWA and they said, "Oh, I'm sorry. We have no
reservations for thirty days, all taken up. And we can't even put you on the
waiting list because the waiting lists each have thirty or more people."
I just said "Thank you", hung up and said to myself "Well, who needs a
reservation? When I feel like going, I'll go!"
So, the next morning, I woke up and asked myself "Do I want to go?"
And I said, 'Yeah, I think I want to go."
I packed my bags and got down to the airport about ten o'clock, asked where the
planes depart for New York, went to the gate, and a man was loading a plane for
New York. I said, "Are there any no-shows?"
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He said, "Yes, there is one. But wait until I load everyone. Just stand here."
While he was loading, a woman asked the same question.
He said, "I don't know, madam, but if you'll stand behind this man, we'll find out."
And he put her behind me.
He loaded the plane, walked right toward me, reached around me, took this
woman by the arm and put her on the plane.
As far as I was concerned, everything was 100% okay!
He came back to me and his jaw dropped! His mouth fell open when he realized
what he had done. So I had to calm him down, instead of him calming me down.
And after I calmed him down, I said, "Well, when's your next plane?"
He said, "In about an hour. Oh, there it is coming in right now."
Well, he put me on that plane, which got me to New York two hours earlier than
the other one. It was a non-stop flight, the first one I ever had cross-country. At
that time, they usually made at least one stop. Non-stop flights were new and
few. This was in the days of the DC-6s and the Constellations; there were no jets
at that time. It wasn't easy for them to make cross-country non-stop flights.
Then I remembered that when I'd hung up and said, "Who needs a reservation?"
I'd said, "Not only that, I'll have my first non-stop flight cross-country." And that
was the reason for his putting me off the first flight and putting me on the next
one.
And so I got back to New York--started out with no money, and came back with
no money.
Later, a trip around the world again proved the same principle of abundance: "I
have everything I need as I need it."


Lester abides in truth, shares his discovery

 
After Lester's tremendous breakthrough into peace in 1952, that awareness of the
truth never left him. Whether he was making a real estate deal, or visiting his family,
or sharing his experience with others, he was always aware of and residing in his own
inner Beingness of peace. People loved being with him because he saw them in the
same way that he saw himself: all-beautiful, all-knowing, all-powerful, all-perfect, all-peaceful.
This powerful perception projected itself to each receptive person and
activated that inner core in which each was all those things. Many people had
experiences of this truth of themselves while in his presence, and they were eager to
have more and to hear of his experiences.
He was always happy to share with others and began giving talks about what he had
done. At first there was no special effort or promotion in that direction, but through
word of mouth people would hear of him and show up wherever he happened to be.
Often, these impromptu gatherings would take place over coffee at a cafeteria on
West 57th Street in New York.
Also there were occasions when he drove coast-to-coast and on stopovers along the
way, he would start talking to someone, he or she would get excited and call friends
who would call their friends. Before long there would be a hundred or more people
interested in hearing him speak. At those times, Lester would stay several days, the
group would rent a large hotel meeting room and by the time of his talk, there were
often a thousand or more people in attendance.
He never charged any fee for his work, nor would he accept any money when people
offered it. He knew he had everything he needed as he needed it, he'd proven that
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more than once, and his real estate ventures continued to be profitable. He had no
need for anything.
In 1958, it occurred to him to move to California. He gave up his New York apartment,
bought himself a new Chrysler and a 31-foot mobile home, and headed west. His
original destination was San Diego but, while driving through Arizona, he saw a
signpost for Sedona and his inner voice said, "Go there."
"Why?" he asked himself.
"Just go," his inner voice answered, "and you'll see."
When he drove into the quiet Old-West town set in the midst of towering red rocks, he
understood why he had been drawn to Sedona. The beauty and the feeling of peace
were so strong, he felt as though he were coming home.
He contacted a realtor and was shown an isolated 160-acre ranch. He bought the
property for cash, no mortgage, and moved into an old stone house which the original
rancher had built on the property.
It was very peaceful, totally isolated and surrounded on all sides by forestry land. The
nearest neighbor was a mile away, except for a woman who owned and occupied a
small cottage just inside the ranch entrance gate. They would occasionally meet when
both were out walking, and one day she mentioned how lonely she got living alone so
far from town. As they talked, it occurred to Lester that she might like to trade her
cottage and property for a similar house and property in town. When he proposed it to
her she was delighted and accepted his offer to find a suitable lot and build a house on
it to her specifications.
He did all the work himself. He dug and poured the foundation, erected the walls, put
on the roof; he did everything. It was final proof to him that his health was totally
restored and that he had regained the strength, energy, and stamina of a very young
man. When the house was finished, they traded. He called his new acquisition the
cottage.
Now his ranch was totally isolated, and he stayed there alone for the next few years.
Once or twice a month he would make the trip into town for food and supplies, but the
rest of the time he was alone on the ranch. It was a very different way of life than
anything he had ever experienced before, and he loved it.
His work with people, however, never completely stopped. He would occasionally drive
the 110 miles to Phoenix to stay for several days or a week at a time. He also invested
in some apartment houses in Phoenix during the 1960's.
After a few years, he began to make periodic trips several times a year to California
where he had a regular group he worked with. And every year or so he would go to
New York.
People sought him out at the ranch, too, which he had named "Self Haven." In 1961,
the first person, a man named Doug Dean, came to stay for a while at the cottage.
Shortly after Doug left, three women came. As the years went by, others came and
went, and until 1975 there were always some people living at the cottage. A few
women stayed for several years, but most people came for a few months or so to get
themselves quiet and re-energized. Then they would leave to resume their lives in the
world.
It was a very peaceful way of life and Lester was content. The comings and goings of
himself and others were incidental and were never able to touch or disturb the vast
quiet of the inner state he had discovered in himself in 1952. He could have gone on
that way for the rest of his life were it not for his wish that everyone discover that
state for themselves. He felt his oneness with all and, as he described it:
"I wanted the rest of me to discover what I had discovered. So, after a while, I began
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In 1952, a physicist from New Jersey claimed he had discovered the ultimate secret to achieving and maintaining perfect health, effortless wealth, deeply satisfying relationships, as well as a profound sense of peace, happiness and freedom— independent of outer circumstances. In a nutshell, he claimed he had discovered the Ultimate Secret to Success. Learn about the man who made the greatest discovery of our time… The Release Technique.

A Letter from Lester Levenson…


Greetings,
Almost forty years ago with my back to the wall and with only three months to live, I was forced to search for the answers to life. I decided to ask myself what it is we all want, and the answer came to me. We all want to be happy!
I had spent my entire life, looking for happiness and security in making money, having personal relationships and keeping busy. But, I only achieved happiness for short periods of time. Somehow happiness still eluded me.
I wondered, how could I get all the things I want and be happy all the time, too?
Most of the great philosophers have told us that our basic inherent nature is happiness. So what is it that happens that causes us to lose what is already ours? The answer is: Our feelings cover up our happiness and keep it hidden from us.
The key to securing the happiness that is yours . . . forever . . . is to discover how to discharge the negative feelings you’ve accumulated. By discharging these negative feelings, you will not only increase the happiness in your life, but everything else will get better too! Money, health, relationships, looks, you name it!
It’s so simple and it’s the one answer you’ve been looking for.
Please give us the opportunity to share this with you. You have nothing to lose and EVERYTHING TO GAIN.
Love, Lester
* Written by Lester Levenson at the age of 84

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In 1952, a physicist from New Jersey claimed he had discovered the ultimate secret to achieving and maintaining perfect health, effortless wealth, deeply satisfying relationships, as well as a profound sense of peace, happiness and freedom— independent of outer circumstances. In a nutshell, he claimed he had discovered the Ultimate Secret to Success. Learn about the man who made the greatest discovery of our time… The Release Technique.

A Letter from Lester Levenson…


Greetings,
Almost forty years ago with my back to the wall and with only three months to live, I was forced to search for the answers to life. I decided to ask myself what it is we all want, and the answer came to me. We all want to be happy!
I had spent my entire life, looking for happiness and security in making money, having personal relationships and keeping busy. But, I only achieved happiness for short periods of time. Somehow happiness still eluded me.
I wondered, how could I get all the things I want and be happy all the time, too?
Most of the great philosophers have told us that our basic inherent nature is happiness. So what is it that happens that causes us to lose what is already ours? The answer is: Our feelings cover up our happiness and keep it hidden from us.
The key to securing the happiness that is yours . . . forever . . . is to discover how to discharge the negative feelings you’ve accumulated. By discharging these negative feelings, you will not only increase the happiness in your life, but everything else will get better too! Money, health, relationships, looks, you name it!
It’s so simple and it’s the one answer you’ve been looking for.
Please give us the opportunity to share this with you. You have nothing to lose and EVERYTHING TO GAIN.
Love, Lester
* Written by Lester Levenson at the age of 84

Learn about the man who made the greatest discovery of our time…
The Release Technique – and then learn more about his famous course…

- See more at: http://www.releasetechnique.com/what-is-releasing/lester-levenson/#sthash.x80tbFSd.dpuf
In 1952, a physicist from New Jersey claimed he had discovered the ultimate secret to achieving and maintaining perfect health, effortless wealth, deeply satisfying relationships, as well as a profound sense of peace, happiness and freedom— independent of outer circumstances. In a nutshell, he claimed he had discovered the Ultimate Secret to Success. Learn about the man who made the greatest discovery of our time… The Release Technique.

A Letter from Lester Levenson…


Greetings,
Almost forty years ago with my back to the wall and with only three months to live, I was forced to search for the answers to life. I decided to ask myself what it is we all want, and the answer came to me. We all want to be happy!
I had spent my entire life, looking for happiness and security in making money, having personal relationships and keeping busy. But, I only achieved happiness for short periods of time. Somehow happiness still eluded me.
I wondered, how could I get all the things I want and be happy all the time, too?
Most of the great philosophers have told us that our basic inherent nature is happiness. So what is it that happens that causes us to lose what is already ours? The answer is: Our feelings cover up our happiness and keep it hidden from us.
The key to securing the happiness that is yours . . . forever . . . is to discover how to discharge the negative feelings you’ve accumulated. By discharging these negative feelings, you will not only increase the happiness in your life, but everything else will get better too! Money, health, relationships, looks, you name it!
It’s so simple and it’s the one answer you’ve been looking for.
Please give us the opportunity to share this with you. You have nothing to lose and EVERYTHING TO GAIN.
Love, Lester
* Written by Lester Levenson at the age of 84

Learn about the man who made the greatest discovery of our time…
The Release Technique – and then learn more about his famous course…

- See more at: http://www.releasetechnique.com/what-is-releasing/lester-levenson/#sthash.x80tbFSd.dpuf