Lately, I’ve been fascinated with Telekinesis. The ability to move far away objects, regardless of their size or weight.
If I could travel to the past once, I’d have trouble making a choice, but sticking to this subject, it’d have to be Edgar Cayce.
Or Edward Leedskalnin…
Let me go with the latter first. Cayce would take me days to write about.
What this guy accomplished should blow your mind. Let me explain.
Being in love could inspire a corpse. Most people who have had that magical experience could confirm it.
But when I was in love (or was it lust?) I had an average experience. Nothing extraordinary happened besides the spectacular heart-brain-hormones connection.
But I couldn’t lift 10-pound stones even if I had two nuclear-powered cranes at my disposal. Well, maybe with those I could.
Ed Leedskalnin was onto something in 1923 when he managed to achieve such a feat. Without any cranes. And devastated by a love gone wrong.
I don’t know, but when I’m out of love for whatever reason, my mood is so dark, the last thing I want to do is move stones or do construction.
This beautiful young lady he was to marry, named Agnes Skuvst just told him off, presumably because she changed her mind.
Not only was this man horribly dumped, he was supposed to get married in just one more day.