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Blast of Psychic Energy

by: Keith Randolph

Two minutes later Ellsworth’s phone rang. When he answered, he was surprised to hear his former superior’s voice.

The voice was shaking. He asked Ellsworth if he would take a train, at company expense, to the home office 200 miles away and join him the next morning. He wouldn’t say what had happened, but alluded that it was very important.

When Ellsworth walked into the office, his ex-superior told him that the previous afternoon (just at the time, Ellsworth realized, he had been lying on his bed doing visualization) the owner of the company, a man of vast money, power and influence, had abruptly entered the office. The editor was astounded; he had not even known the owner was in town. Besides, the man owned so many companies
and investments that the trade magazines were of relatively little concern to him. Many employees who had worked on the magazines for years had never actually seen the man.

The first words the tycoon uttered were, "What are you doing about Ellsworth?"

Thoroughly shaken, the editor mumbled something, to which the owner responded by directing him to
make an immediate phone call to Ellsworth and get him to the office the following morning. No one ever knew how it had ‘happened,’ Ellsworth related in an article in FATE.

I would have liked to know the sequence of events. But I never did. All I knew was that this multi-millionaire took over my affairs for several years, pushed me ahead in one or another of his organizations, told me through his confidential man that he meant to make my fortune. He failed only because a time came when I got the old gypsy feeling and moved on.

But the blast of psychic energy turned into my life that afternoon continued to dominate my life for 10 years. Whatever I did I prospered, people who could do things for me hunted me up—sometimes they were persons I had never heard of.