Miracle on Main Street: Exodus
THE MIRACLE
ON
MAIN STREET
Eom 80 to 90% of the population can be hypnotized to
varying degrees... . At least 5 % (10,000,000) of the U.S. popu-
lation is extraordinarily hypnotizable, so easily hypnotizable that
they are in a constant state of exaggerated suggestibility, even
when awake and going about their normal daily routine. They are
at the TOTAL MERCY of all forms of influences and can easily be
persuaded to do things and afterward have no idea why they did
them . . . They go in and out of a trance-like state without even
knowing what is happening to them. As a result, they suffer all
kinds of problems without realizing the real cause.”
—Dr. Tobias H. Brocher,
Director, Center for
Applied Behavioral Sciences,
Menninger Foundation,
Topeka, Kansas in
National Enquirer, January 2,
1979
The destruction of a mighty nation may well be approaching
because of the activities of one person. He has encouraged leaders
to tranquillize the populace with halftruths. He has lured the
press into inattention and has assisted the people in duping them-
selves. He has persuaded his fellow citizens to concentrate on life’s
comic strips and mindless entertainments and to avoid the bruises
of reality. .
“The culprit is the person whose eyes scan these words, and
whose hands—at this moment—hold this book.’
— William J. Lederer,
A Nation of Sheep, 1961
Dreams are for those who sleep.”’
—David Gates
PROLOGUE
EXODUS FROM THE IDEASPHERE
| we
W. put a lot of faith in ideas. So much faith that we’re
moved by them. Our motor nerves are tuned to the ideas-
phere. We think life consists of choosing the best idea from
the selection offered and then living by it.
We forget that the ideasphere exists only in the mind.
The mind is just a part of the whole individual, meaning
that living by ideas deprives the rest of one’s self of many
pleasures it was born capable of feeling. Recently, a news
story appeared in the world press about 14 Chinese chil-
‘dren who could read with their skin. They could tell color
blindfolded, by touching. Doctors were amazed and puz-
zled. And then there’s all the documentation of ESP,
clairvoyance, astral projection, telekenesis, and so on. The
scientists who have sunk their lives into studying them
maintain these phenomena are not weird but quite natural.
Ordinary. They are merely abilities we all are born with in
order to sense this world fully and live comfortably in it as
participating organisms.
But beginning in our earliest years and continuing
through our lifetime, these wonderful abilities are chased
off into disuse by swarms of ideas. Ideas that we are some-
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how “bad,” or “good,” or “Mouseketeers,” or “Peppers,”
or “cereal lovers,” or “kids,” or “mentally ill,” or ““Demo-
crats,” or “Republicans,” or “Senior Citizens.” Where do
these ideas come from? From those who profit by people's. not
using their natural abilities, where else? From those who stake
claims of authority over helpless people. From those who
are in the business of guiding and governing others.
It’s easy to see that if you can hook someone on an idea,
on a dream, you can fleece his pockets. Reality overrules
an idea every time. To keep control over people, you must
keep the ideasphere charged with images, hopes, sugges- |
tions, debates and alternatives the same way radio fills the
atmosphere with music and pulse. While the victim’s lost
in his dream, you can march stealthily into his fortunes
and take what you want. With ideas, you can make him
happy or afraid, make him dance or prefer one product to
another. You can make him kill or build bomb shelters.
But for all ideas can make us do, they are only ideas.
Dreams. I spent two terrified years in grammar school fear-
ing graduation to Junior High School because of the hazing
I would undergo. The ideasphere resounded with tales of
7th graders getting heads shaved and faces painted with
red lipstick stripes, being forced to push B-B’s down the
highway with their noses, having to eat rotten eggs, hav-
ing to walk home naked from some lonely spot in the
woods. I suffered countless nightmares in apprehension of
the coming of My Day. But when my day came, nobody
did anything to me. I went through hazing without so
much as a lovetap from an upperclassman. After hazing
week was over, I almost felt . . . unwanted.
What had happened? I know now that I had withdrawn
from the ideasphere at hazing time. When a hazer would
come near me, there would be no transmission of look or
feeling between us. No connection. Because hazing was an
idea, he could only pick up from subscribers to the idea.
Believers. He could attack only those whose eyes said
“Please don’t haze me.” Eyes that asked “What's hazing?”
PROLOGUE 7
were ignored. They were not part of the ideasphere. They
were of another frequency completely. Another world.
This was one of my earliest lessons in the utter fraudu-
lence of ideas and has often been the manner in which I
have approached problems.
is little book is not about ideas, except to encourage
you to shun them. I hope it will wean you away from the
ideasphere. This book is about a genuine, real thing you
can touch. The difference between an idea and a thing you
can touch was illustrated tragically to me years ago when a
friend of mine, on LSD, thought he was pulling the trigger
of a water pistol aimed at his temple but it was a loaded
Colt .45. Ideas have their validity, but they’re no match for
reality. Reality overrules every time. (That’s why these
days | find it so hard to appreciate fiction. So much of what
passes for reality is fiction enough!)
The reality of this book is: IF YOU DON’T LIKE WHAT’S
HAPPENING IN YOUR LIFE, YOU CAN FIX IT. You can
fix it without cheating anyone, without counselling with
experts, without subscribing to any newsletter that keeps
you posted on inside info, without writing Washington or
getting involved in politics, without organizing, and with-
out spending a penny unless you choose to.
And a miracle will happen: as you fix what’s wrong in
your OWN life, you'll automatically be fixing what’s wrong
with America’s well-being. Instantly, you'll begin claiming
your little-known and completely legal economic rights
good for hundreds even thousands of extra dollars in your
family treasury, and not applying to government for it,
either! Couldn’t you use some extra cash in these raw
times? The law provides benefits for you, regardless of
your age, condition, financial status, sex, or whatever.
Benefits to help you survive the ups and downs and starts
and jolts of this fluctuating economy. But if you continue
swirling about in the weightlessness of ideas you'll never
know how to claim these benefits. No, to experience THIS
miracle, you must be down to earth.
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V've shown this manuscript to people who can be
counted on for merciless feedback. Any one of them could
have halted publication simply by responding with faint
praise. But the unanimous verdict seems to be “At last, a
book that describes the problem and then gives a DIRECT,
QUICK, NATURAL SOLUTION.” I believe in direct,
quick, natural solutions. I believe that when you have a
mosquito bite, you should scratch it, not take Milk of
Magnesia. Trying to solve one’s own personal financial di-
lemma by appealing to the ideasphere—government, fed-
erations, organizations, advisors, financial planners,
experts—is submitting to surgery for that mosquito bite. A
sad, tragic waste of time, resources, and happiness.
I hope judges and mayors and court clerks and all levels
of government employees will read this little book, because
it was written as much for them as for people out of gov-
ernment. I hope bankers and reporters and small busi-
nessmen and schoolteachers will read it. And attorneys,
who call themselves our guardians of the law. And
housewives. Especially housewives and mothers. I hope
church folks will read it, too, because after all God is the
foundation of all miracles, including the restoration of a
happy America. I cannot describe how vividly God pro-
gressed in me from an idea to a touchable reality as this
book developed. Perhaps you will sense it as you read on.
Dream worlds are hard to leave. Even painful dream
worlds are hard to leave. They’re especially hard to leave
when the dream makers tell us that leaving the dream
world will be catastrophic. Many people actually prefer the
ideasphere to reality, not caring that they are denying their
whole selves pleasures of incredible intensity, pleasures
and abilities truly “undreamed of.” These people, and they
are among our most respected citizens, are fully trained to
believe in the life broadcast in the ideasphere, and they
believe it can’t get much better than it is. They’ll never
come around to reality until they must.
This little book can only switch on the lights for people
PROLOGUE 9
who are already tossing and turning under a terrifying yet
fascinating nightmare. Suddenly, you bolt awake and there
are your walls, the pictures, the lamps, the quilt, the soft
breathing of your family. What had been twisting your
body and mind was nothing but ideas, and they scamper
away as soon as you open your eyes to the glowing
warmth of the real world.
We don’t need to restore the American Dream; we need
to wake up from it. |
“Thou shalt not have in thy bag divers weights, a great and a
small. Thou shalt not have in thine house divers measures, a
great and a small. But thou shalt have a perfect and just weight, a
perfect and just measure shalt thou have: that thy days may be
lengthened in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.”
—Deuteronomy 25: 13-15
The world has always been betrayed not by scoundrels but by
decent men with bad ideas.”
—Sydney J. Harris
By a continuing process of inflation, governments can con-
fiscate, secretly and unobserved, an important part of the wealth
of their citizens. There is no subtler, no surer means of overturn-
ing the existing basis of society than to debauch the currency. The
process engages all the hidden forces of economic law on the side of
destruction, and does it in a manner which not one man in a
million is able to diagnose.”
~—John Maynard Keynes,
The Economic
Consequences of The Peace, 1920
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