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The big day was here. All morning Mrs. Green was bringing people through the oversized front doors. Each time she did, Jake's heart jumped as he wondered, like a child, who could it be? So far, every arrival was hired help for the big event...waiters and waitresses, musicians, dancers, artists.
This must have cost a couple of hundred thousand dollars, Jake thought, not sure if he was exaggerating to himself or not.
While watching the musicians carry in their equipment, Jake spotted Rico. The handsome man had a lot on his mind. He stood still and silent, slowly looking around. When he saw Jake, he walked over to him and asked him about Miss Annabelle.
"She and her husband are flying here from Australia," Rico said. "That's a long flight; they'll be tired. When do they arrive?"
"Don't worry, sir -- " Jake started to answer, but Rico put his hand up and told Jake to relax and call him Rico as always.
"Okay, sorry," Jake continued. "Miss Annabelle and her husband arrived yesterday in Philadelphia. They decided to stay there in a hotel to sleep off the jet lag. She told me that if she stayed here the first night, she'd stay up all night talking to you. And she wanted me to warn you that tonight she's staying here and that you'll be up all night visiting with her."
Rico laughed. He could not wait to see her again. He turned to walk away, then swung back around and said, "Last night I read the whole booklet Miss Annabelle: The Beginning • The Reunion • The New Beginning. I want you to know, I savored every line. I laughed; I cried, and I longed to be with these people again. You and Jasmine gave us a priceless gift. Every one of us involved with Miss Annabelle will feel the way I did last night reading your booklet. It's a treasure. Thank you."
Jake smiled. It was a powerful high to create a meaningful value for people of this caliber.
*
At three o'clock Jake saw a dozen or so handsome men in black tuxedos line up on one side of the entryway and an equal number of beautiful women in black evening gowns line up on the other side of the entryway. They would escort the arrivals to the glass Reunion House.
Just past the entryway on the left, in the receiving room, gathered an ensemble of musicians with string instruments. They began playing Vivaldi's Four Seasons.
Jasmine squeezed Jake's arm. The college students never experienced anything like this before.
Then, all at once, it began. In a space of fifteen minutes, nearly everyone arrived. The anticipation, then the sudden flurry of arrivals, reminded Jake of standing at the finish line of a 10K race. The front door would open, and Mrs. Green would whisper a name to the gentleman in the tuxedo who, in turn, would turn around and loudly announce the arrival. He and one of the beautiful ladies would walk the arrivals to the back and outside again for a moment along a red carpet, under the magnificent arch and into the dreamland where Rico awaited them.
The first to arrive was Theodore and Cathy Winters. Jake was in awe of what filled his eyes. Here was the great Theodore Winters in person. He looked untouchable, radiating a power bigger than life. And on his arm was the most beautiful woman Jake had ever seen. Cathy, the little fat girl, had grown up to be an international supermodel. His power and her beauty mystified the room. Jake wondered, "Will I really talk to them tonight?"
As each arrival was announced, Jake mentally attached him or her to the child in Miss Annabelle's class. As he did this, he could see the innocence of the child still in the face of every one of these powerful people. Suddenly, there she was: Miss Annabelle. Jake could feel Jasmine shaking his arm gently, acknowledging the guest of honor. But he could not hear anything. He was wondering, "does she look even more adorable in person now in her early 60's than she did in the photos he saw of her at Angie and Jessie's house taken twenty-seven years ago?" When her coat was removed, her bare shoulders and arms were small and defined. Her skin was supple and smooth above her breast. She wore a white evening dress that women forty years younger would wear, but this petite body and beautiful face looked like a Barbie doll. One glance in her eyes, and Jake could feel the mysteries and secrets that lay within, mysteries and secrets that she gave to her twelve little God-Men 27 years ago. He wanted to see her more so he followed Miss Annabelle and her handsome husband -- known to the students as Mr. Melbourne -- to the Reunion House.
The young man in the tuxedo and the young woman in the black dress walked them to the back and carried their coats. Just before stepping outside to go to the Reunion House, the escorts placed Miss Annabelle's and Mr. Melbourne's coats back over their shoulders, and they stepped outside. Miss Annabelle gasped and looked up at the glowing message woven through the glass arch: Thank You, Teacher!
Inside, the six or seven former students who had already arrived were gathered together, with Rico standing in the middle. The young man in the tuxedo loudly announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you: Mr. and Mrs. Melbourne!"
Everyone stopped and turned. Jake was so glad he was witnessing this moment. Faces turned red and eyes turned glassy. No one moved for a moment, as though allowing their pasts to collide with their present. Rico finally walked from the center of the crowd toward his childhood inspiration, his eyes fixed on her.
"I'm Rico," he said quietly, "and I've missed you."
Miss Annabelle looked at Rico like a mother would look at her long-lost son. It was so hard to leave her students 27 years ago. Aside from ripping the happiest part of her life out of her life and so desperately missing them, she had struggled with feelings of abandoning them and tremendous guilt. Today was concretization of what she had known back then and the only reason she was able to leave: the new way of thinking, Neothink, was in them. She had planted the seed; today she witnessed how that seed grew in her twelve students.
"Oh, Rico, I've missed you so much," the beautiful lioness said, walking over and hugging him. She was feeling that special love again...and releasing the pain. When she started talking again, Jake noticed she was crying, "I've missed all of you so very much, and I felt so bad about leaving you!"
Jake felt an eruption of emotion within himself and got an eyefull of tears. He saw that Rico did too and so did the other former students.
This reunion was a pilgrimage.
*
After the initial shock was over and things settled down, dinner was served. After dinner, each former student, Miss Annabelle, Mr. Melbourne, Salinski, Jessie and Angie, and Jake were each planning to stand up and give a five-minute talk about what they were doing in their adult lives. Before the five-minute talks began, they had an hour to mingle.
Jake first met Debra Kirkland. He remembered her -- she was the daughter of the parents who owned the two hamburger restaurants called Kirkland Burgers. Since then, she built the family hamburger business into the famous national fast-food chain called Debbie's French Fry City. She told Jake the secret to her rapid success was good managing, good marketing, and good product. ...Jake remembered how it all started 27 years ago when she noticed that good french fries were addicting and were the number one reason for repeat customers. She talked her parents into putting emphasis on the french fries. Her parents purchased two big, stainless steel state-of-the-art french fry deep fryers and, upon Debbie's insistence, put them right out in the open behind the counter. Those state-of-the-art deep fryers were always working because they guaranteed french fries hot, fresh out of the fryer. They cooked smaller quantities and bought more deep fryers to keep that policy of serving only hot french fries fresh out of the fryer in all locations. In the small town of her parent's original restaurants, Debbie was able to recognize her customers to easily detect the sudden phenomenon of repeat customers. She suggested to her parents the bold move of giving away french fries for free with every order of a hamburger and drink. That strategy introduced the "addictive" fries to everyone who walked in, and it gave those who were "addicted" a subconscious tug to come back often. Her parents tried it, and they started the free french fries to coincide with the name change to Debbie's French Fry City. The profits soared. The two original restaurants became so profitable, her parents opened two more in Buffalo. ...To this day, over twenty-five years later, french fries are free with any hamburger and drink at Debbie's French Fry City all across America.
Next, Jake met Jeremiah Jones, an attractive black man with a baritone voice. He was articulate with an impressive vocabulary. Each statement he made seemed to have profound thought behind it.
Jeremiah led the fastest-growing church in the country called the Church of God-Man. Of course, Jake thought, remembering Jeremiah's piece in Breakthrough News written 27 years ago. The underlying message of his church was based on Ian's scientific work about abundant conscious civilizations existing throughout the Universe, nearly all of which obsoleted conscious death. Jeremiah's Church rested on a scientifically based idea system for living versus a mystically based idea system for dying. He explained that the Church of God-Man, also referred to as the Church of Life, was the first and only church that viewed human death as an anomaly among the Civilization of the Universe. "People should not die," he told Jake, "but since we still do, we must lift ourselves to the next level of thinking that Mr. Melbourne called Neothink. I think when enough people do, then the technology to achieve immortality will come quickly, and that is my motivation behind my Church."
His Church called for self-improvement, particularly for what it called "fully integrated honesty". Fully integrated honesty meant that, with all the knowledge a person has, he or she acted only with honesty. Jake remembered, from something he had heard while listening to the tapes of Miss Annabelle's lectures, that fully integrated honesty led to integrated thinking and puzzle-building Neothink.
The idea of pure honesty sounded easy enough, but Jeremiah explained that our minds constantly go through rationalizations and tricks in order to not be consistently honest with what is best for the individual. The matrix of illusions we grew up in helps deflect our minds away from pure honesty. As we learn to detect and end those subtle dishonesties, we begin to see what is and can start building mental puzzles of Neothink to evolve toward the God-Man, he explained.
Recognizing the discipline such a church would put on the average person, Jake asked him how he became the fastest growing church in the country.
"The glue that holds this together," Jeremiah explained, "and causes new people to stay with us, is the extraordinary emphasis we put on business and social advantages. In fact, those life advantages are the secret why all religions are successful. The majority of people subconsciously attend church because of the personal and business advantages they get by networking with others. We honed in on and explicitly emphasized business and social advantages to outcompete other religions at their own game. In fact, we take those life advantages to the next level, which I'll explain in my little speech later."
Jake could not wait for those five-minute speeches. Everywhere he turned here, he realized that something spectacular opened before him. In the middle of that thought, he turned around and listened to Robert Chapman talking to Natasha Stokov Kemp. Oh yes, Jake remembered, this is Bobby and Nattie.
Bobby owned the international phenom called: Thank God It's Friday (TGIF) Employment Placement. Jake listened in fascination as Robert Chapman told how one person in thousands lives the life he was meant to live. Natasha agreed, saying she learned from her workshops that, of the thousands of different jobs that exist, one deepest motivational root exists in each person, making the odds thousands to one against a person living the life he or she was meant to live. As they talked, Robert and Natasha realized their businesses had great affinity. They could cross reference customers. She could refer her workshop attendees to Robert to land their dream jobs, and he could refer his clients to Natasha to find true love and complete the person they were meant to be.
Robert's specially trained counselors would get each person who comes to his company to, through a series of techniques, uncover what that person had unknowingly always been drawn to. Natasha's workshop did something very similar. Jake listened in fascination as they compared their techniques on how to get down to a person's deep, motivational root.
Robert's company helped his clients make the self-discovery of something he called their "Friday-Night Essence", which is something productive that person would enjoy doing on a Friday night. Robert pointed out that if one's job were his Friday-Night Essence, he would naturally come back to and focus on or do research on his "Friday-Night Essence", even in the evenings and some on the weekends. That kind of "downstream focus" was necessary to rise into the top 1% in that field. Jake felt the affinity between Natasha's workshops and Robert's employment agency.
Once Robert's company discovered a client's Friday-Night Essence, releasing his or her "downstream focus", his company would place his client in a related job. His company searched the entire world if necessary. Companies loved his placements because the employees who discovered their calling were motivated and happy. He tracked the success rate of the employees his agency placed. A whopping 96% rose to the upper echelons of management.
With that success rate, his company did a couple of things that were quite unprecedented: 1) it contacted companies that were NOT hiring to alert them of a match, and 2) his employment placement company contacted companies with a match, even if that person did not meet the required level of experience or education. Robert explained that the deep-rooted motivation rekindled by one's Friday-Night Essence releasing his or her "downstream focus" outperformed experience and education every time. Because of his company's phenomenal reputation, companies usually hired his recommendations, even if they were not looking to hire.
Jake stood to the side listening to this and began wondering, "What is my Friday-Night Essence? Who was I meant to be?" He felt that since January and his trip to Duncan Elementary School that he was somehow opening the door to the life he was meant to live. He also felt that he would make that self-discovery before the weekend was over.
"What if you can't find a match?" Natasha asked.
"Those whom we cannot find a match to place, we help them introduce the life they were meant to live into their day-to-day life. We set them up on the deceivingly simple technique brought to light by Theodore -- the mini-day system. For a person to make his or her Friday-Night Essence his or her livelihood is that person's life ambition, whether he consciously realizes it or not. Using the mini-day concept, we visualize that person's Friday-Night Essence at a commercial level. Then, we break into physical movements what it would take to get to that commercial level. Those physical movements are each given a block of time and placed in the evenings after work and on weekend mornings. That person's evenings and weekends suddenly look similar to the evenings and weekends of the world's most successful winners. And because those mini-days are that person's fun and exciting Friday-Night Essence -- who that person was meant to be -- he or she stays on that schedule of focussing, learning, and producing in the evenings and weekends. Over three-fourths of our clients who are set up this way eventually build a successful business doing what they love to do. Tens of thousands have gone on to become multi millionaires."
"We need to get together and really talk," Natasha said.
Jake sat down in his chair, overwhelmed by the value these former students were providing to the world. He could barely wait for the five-minute speeches. As if his thoughts were being answered, Rico got up and announced the start of the speeches.
"Who would like to go first?" he asked.
Ah, yes, the beautiful eyeful, Cathy Winters volunteered. She was the girl who used to never talk, Jake remembered. She was now proportionately perfect. Her closely tailored evening gown suggested a body with sleek, feline features. But what struck Jake, when the spotlight found her, was her eyes. No animal in the wild could conquer her, he thought, for she is the superior mental animal. Having been fat as a child and having been seeded with Neothink in third grade, this anomaly of superior intelligence with sexual beauty was created.
She began by telling what that special lunch in third grade meant to her when Miss Annabelle sat next to her. Jake watched Miss Annabelle as Cathy told the story, and he saw the teacher's face quietly fill with love. Then, he knew: she still loves them like her own children.
"Since that day in the lunchroom, I wanted to become beautiful, sweet, and smart like my teacher. I idolized her, and I grew to love her more than my own family. She became my heroine and my role model. Determined to show her I could do it, I started to diet. But I started to get so nervous because I didn't know if I could stay in control. That was my biggest fear -- could I keep control and stay on my diet. Then I realized the temptations at home were just too great. There were too many snacks around the house. My whole family was obese and there were cookies and cake everywhere. So, by accident, I made a discovery. This part of my story I didn't tell you in third grade because I was too embarrassed: to get some control at home, I'd close my eyes when I'd go into the kitchen to blind myself to the cookies, ice cream, candy. I went straight to the same place in the kitchen to fix myself the exact same thing each day for breakfast. And when not in school, I did the same for lunch, fixing myself the same lunch every day for school. My mom would yell at me, but I fixed my own dinner, too -- the exact same dinner, every day. I also fixed the exact same snack every night. At first, I would close my eyes when I walked through the kitchen and put my hands out to feel my way to the counter. I'd clear off a space to fix my meal and not look around me, lest I see all those goodies. But a strange thing happened: do you remember? I wrote about it in that fabulous Breakthrough News we published."
Jake looked around. A few of the students were smiling and nodding. All the students had that "oh yeah, remember that?" look, and Jake knew that look was for Breakthrough News.
"After about three weeks, I noticed the cookies and things didn't bother me. I started walking right by them and didn't feel tempted. I only craved my set meal -- the same thing I'd been eating for three weeks. Wow, what a revelation: I now had control! I discovered that we can condition our cravings to certain foods and we can condition our hunger to certain quantities. That was the beginning of my famous diet. On other diets, those million-year-old forces of hunger and cravings work against you and control you, but on my diet, you condition those powerful forces to work for you and you control them."
Again, Jake was moved by the value these students have brought the world. Millions of obese people have gotten slim and sexy using the Cathy Winters Diet - the lose fat and gain a life diet - bringing them happiness and quality of life while averting disasters such as heart attacks, diabetes, high blood pressure, and strokes.
Cathy looked at her third-grade teacher and said, "I wish you could be me for one minute to feel my emotions from the inside out and know what a wonderful life I have. Thank you, thank you Miss Annabelle -- I mean, Mrs. Melbourne -- for noticing me when you sat next to me. I'll never forget that first hug you gave me -- " Cathy's voice got emotional, and she paused for a moment, "I'll never forget that you noticed me. That made me so determined, and I have never lost that determination ever since. Thank you..."
Cathy knew her life would have gone down a drain if not for this woman. "I don't know if you remember, but one day in class you asked us to imagine something that seemed bigger than life. I never told anyone, but I was imagining being a supermodel. Because of you, my dream came true." She walked over to hug Miss Annabelle.
"I've been waiting 27 years to do this," she cried as she and Miss Annabelle, too moved to talk, hugged. Jake looked around at the other former students. Emotions were building up, held back by the dam of composure. The dam sprang a leak when Miss Annabelle talked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I had to leave!" Miss Annabelle sobbed. For 27 years, she held that tormenting sentence inside. Mr. Melbourne, who looked dashing and debonair, gently rubbed her back as she talked to her students. "I'm so grateful for this day to be with you again. You know, my heart never mended, not after all those years." She had to stop talking to catch her breath before continuing. "But seeing you again, hearing about your happy lives, is finally healing my heart. You're all thanking me, now let me thank you for the love and happiness and beautiful memories you all brought me 27 years ago...and now. Thank you so very, very much...my dearests."
Jake could feel the depth of her gratitude, and so could her former students. No one could talk right then, so Rico asked Jake if he could stand up now instead of at the end as scheduled. Jake was nervous about standing in front of these great people, but was caught by surprise so he had no time to think about his nervousness.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm awestruck by all of you. My name is Jake and -- " suddenly his audience burst into applause. Jake was stunned...what's this? Rico walked over and whispered into Jake's ear that they are grateful to him for starting what led to them all getting together again. Until now, Jake had not felt worthy of being here. The applause gave him a sense of belonging and much-needed boost of confidence. He relaxed and continued with a smile, "Thank you. I'm the college student who figured out that you, with all your outstanding successes, had one common denominator -- Miss Annabelle. Thanks to her and the beginnings 27 years ago, every one of you here today is so profound! I feel that in your presence, I'm discovering the power of human life. When Miss Annabelle planted the seeds of Neothink in you as children, you were amazing. Now that the harvest has arrived as adults, you're awesome. I come to you as an outsider and stand at a distance and observe. Through you, I see a different world than the one I've always lived in. Your world is driven by passion and fueled with compassion. Each of you is changing the world for the better in some important way." Jake stopped, as if hesitating whether to say it: "But what if all that individual puzzle-building power combined together into a huge superpuzzle? As I sit here and observe...somehow I feel something huge is to come out of all this. I guess that's because two months ago I listened to all the tapes of your year in third grade and saw what power radiated from you as a group when you worked together as children. I look around this room today and can't help wondering what would happen if you put your great minds together now, as adults. What would such a supermind create?"
Jake had just delivered quite a stirring thought. Now, he changed gears and went on to tell several stories from those third-grade tapes, bringing back vivid memories for the former students and their teacher. Some of the stories were funny, bringing laughter and joy to the crowd. Other stories reminded them just how much power they did generate as a group. ...They loved this college boy, and everyone knew he was a soul mate. At the end of his talk, he told Miss Annabelle how deep his feelings had grown for her, even though she did not know him. And he told her how much Jessie and Angie had helped him and how much they loved her and missed her. Then he called Jasmine up on the speaker's platform with him.
"This is my girlfriend, Jasmine. She's studying to become a writer and journalist. She helped me make this gift for you. Thanks to her, it's enjoyable and easy to read. Here is a booklet for posterity that documents your year together." As Jake and Jasmine handed out the booklet they had worked so hard to finish, they felt gratitude radiate from these people from a different world.
Jake sat down, feeling very proud, knowing he had injected a meaningful value into this new world.
Rico next asked Bruce Salinski to speak, the honest lawyer who had defended Miss Annabelle and Mr. Melbourne during the criminal lawsuit. The former students had never met him. Rico introduced him as the first lawyer who cut through the hopelessly decaying legal profession to a career of pure honesty.
"It was so difficult because pure honesty in my profession starts with exposing the judges," Salinski began. "It's not pure honesty if you don't expose the judges' ego justice, and the judges control a lawyer's career. My decision of pure honesty almost caused me to starve. After defending Miss Annabelle and Mr. Melbourne, the judges punished me in trial after trial because I had exposed ego-justice. They were out to squash me like a bug. Judges are like a special fraternity, and word got around. I couldn't win a case in court for two years. The prosecuting attorneys would not settle because they knew they'd win in court. They had all the leverage. Clients rightfully abandoned me because I was a losing cause. Potential clients stayed away. I had no income for nearly a year.
"One day, I read in the paper about a small entrepreneur whose business was destroyed by the IRS. Moreover, he faced criminal charges. No trial lawyers would defend him -- they were all afraid of the IRS, especially the Criminal Investigation Division. Besides, the IRS froze all his accounts; he had no money. So, I called him. I was right: he had no money, but I said I would defend him anyway. I explained my situation and that my defense would be a totally different approach based on widescope accounting and pure honesty. He had nothing to lose since he was going to prison anyway. So, he agreed to my radically different approach. We were both at our lowest points; we were both ready to thrive on exposing the evil that put us there. ...Well, that was my famous Golden Helmet trial and the turning point of my career."
Jake listened in fascination as Salinski told the story about the start-up entrepreneur who could not squeeze the cash out of his small company to pay his corporate taxes. He could not get the cash out because it was tied up in inventory and other assets. Although his company had made nearly $200,000 in profits, he had no cash. By the time this small businessman could clear the cash to pay the IRS, it was nearly time to do the next year's taxes. Of course, the same thing would happen again and again, each year. What do I do? he worried. He had sleepless nights fretting over his dilemma with the IRS. The compounding fear and uncertainty of how to handle the situation caused the start-up entrepreneur to never get into the system. He just did not know how to handle the dilemma, and the IRS caused too much intimidation for him to sit down with them and figure it out. He just never knew how to get in the system with his cash flow problem.
Salinski did not defend the fact that the original entrepreneur had not gotten into the system. Instead, he turned to widescope accounting: to the contribution struggling start-up entrepreneurs make to society and the net gain not only to society, but to the IRS itself. This start-up entrepreneur, with every penny of profit needed for inventory and assets to keep the business functioning, employed fourteen full-time employees. All fourteen were paying personal income taxes. In the early stages of this and any fragile infant company, cash flow was its nutrition, and every penny was needed for its demanding growth. To suck out cash each year for profits that show up on the books only, profits completely reinvested to keep up with a baby company's growth, would starve the baby and kill it. The fourteen jobs and potential hundreds of jobs would die forever. And this baby was the most precious entity of any economy -- this baby job creator who should be able to grow up and create not 14 jobs, but hundreds of jobs (all paying income taxes). Job creation, Salinski emphasized, is the greatest value one can contribute to society...and it is the greatest gift to the IRS itself.
Through his passionate delivery, during the Golden Helmet trial, Salinski was able to move the jury. Jake could see why: In just five minutes today, Salinski demonstrated that the carnivorous Criminal Investigation Division that raided, ravaged, and destroyed the small publishing company was really preying on a baby business for the benefit of the beast's own ever growing appetite. The Golden Helmet was a metaphor: the precious start-up entrepreneurs would wear the Golden Helmet to protect them from the beast. The start-up entrepreneurs must be left alone by the beast during the ever so fragile early years of feeding their baby companies with ever needed assets so the baby can grow. The seedling companies pay the greatest value to society and to the IRS by creating jobs.
This particular entrepreneur Salinski was defending was completely willing and wanting to work out his debt to the IRS, but the CID did not care about that. That Criminal Investigation Division used the opportunity to pounce and prey upon the defenseless baby company, raiding it with sixteen armed agents and breaking constitutional rights without any accountability or recourse. The IRS ripped the baby apart and ate it alive.
"In my closing argument," Salinski was saying, "I asked the jurors to ask themselves if they ever entertained the thought of starting their own business. I said if there was even a remote chance that they just might consider someday starting their own business, then they must protect themselves and their families right now -- this was their chance right there and then to protect themselves by placing the Golden Helmet on the defendant and setting him free. I said, `He's not a criminal; he's a hero! He's what makes society exist! Every business, every job you, your children have ever had started because of this kind of hero: the rare person who goes through the labor of giving birth to a business. That person works long days and late nights to bring prosperity and jobs to society. We must preserve and protect those rare benefactors to society and must never, never let the beast destroy them!'"
Jake instinctively shouted "Yeah!" and stood up, clapping his hands hard. Everyone in the room was cheering. Man, Jake thought, this Salinski can move a crowd. But it was no act. He was so dynamic because he dissected justice and injustice at the heart. No sound-good politics, no look-good illusions affected Salinski. He was a true doctor of justice who went right to the heart of the matter. His ability to cut through hundreds of years of illusions built through politicization of society was breathtaking. For Salinski, justice overpowered anything else in the courtroom including the judge, which made Salinski jihad-like at battling injustice at all costs. Jake knew that any jury listening to Salinski would feed on his fearlessness and strength that stood up to tradition and the Establishment. The famous Golden Helmet trial rocked the nation as the jury ignored the ego-instructions of the federal judge and ignored the political laws and came back with a not-guilty verdict on all counts.
With that historical verdict, Salinski became the small businessman's hero. Judges feared him because he could overpower their ego-justice influence over a jury. Moreover, he could often overturn a trial in the higher courts, putting a cap on a federal judge's career. Young idealistic lawyers from around the county wanted to come and work for Salinski. He hired a number of those young lawyers and developed a whole new approach to law called Widescope Accounting Law. Widescope Accounting Law, for the first time, went toe to toe against what had previously seemed to be an unstoppable, decaying legal system that ignored honesty, replaced by talented battles among skilled lawyers. Before long, when traditional lawyers went after value producers and ran into the new Widescope Accounting Lawyers -- WAL nicknamed the wall -- for the first time the value destruction stopped in its tracks...like running into a brick wall. For the first time, the legal process was shifting: to supporting and upholding the value producer instead of envying and destroying him.
WAL was so effective because it would expose the envious, inadequate souls of those pressing the regulations or lawsuits against benevolent value producers. WAL cut through the illusions of politicians, regulators, tort lawyers and their "compassionate" souls. WAL cut through the matrix of illusions to show what nasty people those charming-in-appearance people really were. Before long, politicians, regulators, agents of force, prosecuting attorneys and judges secretly feared going against WAL because their own souls went on trial. The prosecutors became the prosecuted.
Salinski's Widescope Accounting Lawyers became so effective at exposing the agendas of those who attacked value producers that the government and other value destroyers steered clear of businesses represented by WAL. As a competitive result, small businesses all over the country were hiring protection from WAL at a rapid rate. Salinski's WAL became the fastest-growing legal practice in the country's history.
WAL was the first and only legal practice that refused the manipulative truth oath that led to a dishonest chess game of "truths" taken out of context by talented lawyers. Instead, WAL took the honesty oath that allowed its lawyers to adhere to honesty, which gave them the freedom to put every out-of-context "truth" into full and complete context. The Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled in favor of the Honesty Oath, which became the only oath WAL recognized.
I'm sitting among geniuses, Jake thought. No...it's something different. These people...what is it? What is it?
Mr. Melbourne was asked to talk next. What a good-looking man, Jake thought. In his 60s, he maintained his hard-body outdoors look. He was slim with broad shoulders and old-fashioned, dashing movie star looks.
"Well, I look around the room at you, 27 years later, and am so moved by what I see. Do any of you remember that picnic you had with my wife near the end of school, when I joined you in the afternoon?"
Jake looked around. The former students were smiling and nodding.
"I told you then that you were different. Your minds were working in a different way than your schoolmates in the other classes. I was still writing my book about that new mentality, which I then called the mind of the future and, later, Neothink for new think. In the third grade, you were already showing signs of the new mentality. Today, you are showing the world the next level of values achieved through living the new mentality. With Neothink, you have surpassed intelligence and its two-dimensional, linear arrangement of thoughts. You have formed a new mind space created through building four-dimensional, mental puzzles that take you to the next level unreachable through intelligence alone. Now, you might wonder, why did I jump from two-dimensional to four-dimensional? While building your mental puzzles, a point came for you when you saw what the puzzle pictures looked like when complete. That never-before-seen puzzle picture, that you were building, was the future. You conquered the future -- the fourth dimension of time. Indeed, once you saw that puzzle picture in your mind, you knew exactly what the missing pieces to the puzzle picture looked like, thus you knew with omnipotence exactly what to do to complete the puzzle and create your future. Again, you conquered the future. And by conquering the fourth dimension, with the future puzzle-picture now your guide in life, you no longer needed external authorities to tell you how to live.
"When the people all around us evolve into Neothink and guide themselves through this new mind space that creates their futures and paves their roads in the present, then the institutions of external authorities will collapse because people will use the authority of their own minds in charge of their own futures. That means governments and religions, both built on external authorities, will collapse as we know them. They will be replaced by structures that serve objective law and spiritual harmony that have no basis in external authority. In fact, two examples of those new political and religious structures already exist, both built through Neothink puzzles by two people in this room: the Neo-Tech Party by Jonathan Ward and the Church of God-Man by Jeremiah Jones. Only their version of politics and religion will survive mankind's final evolution into Neothink."
Mr. Melbourne went on to explain that Neothink was man's second great leap of power as significant as his first leap of power from the automatically reacting "animal" mentality of the bicameral man into human consciousness 3000 years ago. He said that when the masses leap into Neothink, the world will advance into great financial and emotional prosperity beyond anything we can try to imagine now.
Jake's mind started wandering as he wondered, "What will those changes be?" He fancied the thought of the whole world filled with hundreds of millions of geniuses like those in this glass house. Moreover, they would be free of debilitating politicization as governments and theocracies came crashing down. Just what would the changes be? The thought was so titillating, Jake missed a portion of Mr. Melbourne's talk. When he caught himself daydreaming, Jake scolded himself, for he should not miss one word from the mouths of geniuses like these.
"Underlying this Neothink mentality is total and complete honesty with oneself to see and act on reality," Mr. Melbourne was saying. "If you cannot see through illusions created by external authorities or by your own internal feelings, investments, or desires, then you cannot snap together reality, because illusions fall apart into nonrealities -- into nothing. You cannot make the leap into the new mind space of building Neothink puzzles, for a person can only snap together reality to steadily build a mental puzzle called Neothink. He cannot snap together illusions because they disintegrate into nothing and no puzzle builds; so the ordinary person today never enters the new mind space of Neothink...he can never build a puzzle to reveal a breakthrough puzzle picture. He has no power in life. If he could pierce through appearances to the essence, he would discover the opposite of his boring life...what you have discovered: the world of exhilarating stimulation. His next, growing puzzle picture would take him to the next level never reached before at his endeavor while paving the path, by knowing what the missing puzzle pieces look like, to the prosperous future he's created. Through hard honesty used to cut through appearances to the essence of things -- to reality -- one can begin snapping together knowledge and building real mind puzzles. I was so very impressed the first time I watched you 27 years ago...you were 8-year-old kids building mental puzzles! Then I learned your teacher's secret: she persistently cut through appearances to the essence of things -- to reality -- in her general lectures. We all know what trouble that got her into with the school board. Her relentless integrity to reality created some shocking lectures, like the one with Ian questioning the existence of God...or the early lecture about love. It was her integrity to honesty that led to our 27-year separation from you, whom we loved more than anything in this world.
"Well, what happened to your teacher and to Bruce Salinski are examples of how difficult this consistent and complete honesty is in our world, our anticivilization. People become ostracized and punished. But that will change. As also exemplified by you, your teacher and Bruce, the competitive advantages will take over. You and your successes are microcosms of what's to come worldwide.
"It is one of the greatest moments in my life to stand here and listen to the amazing breakthroughs you twelve former students have accomplished. And I must include Salinski, too. Of course, he was not one of my wife's students. But he made the decision to make the leap into adhering to this consistent, hard honesty. He cut through illusions to the essence -- to reality -- in the decadent legal field. He began snapping together reality and building a powerful Neothink puzzle that broke him through to the next level never reached before in law. He, like all of you, is a testimony to the power of honesty.
"Jennifer and I...we love you so much. She told me, when we were told of this great reunion, that she had to attend. Her life would forever be incomplete, she told me, if she didn't see you again. Thank you, all of you, for making her life complete. And thank you for being the greatest living examples to the books I have written."
As the students clapped for this paternal man they loved, again Jake could feel how this other world was filled with love. He remembered Mr. Melbourne explaining before how these leaps of power -- from the animal mentality into human consciousness 3000 years ago and from consciousness into Neothink today -- bring man a whole new emotional existence. This rich love, Jake thought, would fill civilization once the masses evolve into Neothink. Some of the wonderful changes of the other world, he realized, would not only be great wealth and health and other unbelievable values...but a world of powerful love based on these super value exchanges.
Theodore Winters stood up to talk. Although a slight physique, he radiated power and strength. As he spoke, his words reverberated with wisdom.
"The collapse of government as a politicizing machine will free millions upon millions of start-up entrepreneurs to pursue their dreams. Businesses will have to shift to an entirely different paradigm to remain competitive. And that shift is exciting news for the ordinary person.
"I began sensing this shift 27 years ago when I was building my door-to-door business at eight years old. Today, I have built my success upon that shift into the next paradigm of business. The world will follow when the external authorities collapse. The external authority problem today keeps people trapped in the division of labor, in nonthinking jobs of labor, which are physical, not mental. My new paradigm frees people by putting them in the division of essence, in jobs of the mind, which are mental, not physical.
"The essence of business is always the same, from its inception to its death: create a value, improve it, and market it. That essence is how a business makes profits. Today, only a handful of people in any business work on the essence of the business. The majority shut off their minds as they perform the labor. Tomorrow, most people will create, improve, and market the values. They will make profits as they leap from jobs of labor to jobs of the mind. They will become entrepreneurs in their mini-companies within the company. The division of essence will divide companies into jobs of essence instead of jobs of labor...into `mini-companies' or jobs of the mind. That division of essence springs free the greatest asset within every business: the employee's integrating mind.
"Today, most people are stuck in set routines and are miserably stagnant. They just do their routines and don't think. But their minds are begging to and designed to integrate knowledge, build Neothink puzzles, and get exhilarated over their competitive creations. Mini-companies can be formed in every existing business today. It's a matter of identifying the money-making purpose behind every responsibility and grouping the responsibilities with the same money-making purposes to form mini-companies. Instead of dividing a business by its labor -- which cuts off the essence, the money-making purpose -- any CEO can divide his business by its essence, by attaching the responsibilities to their money-making purposes to create mini-companies and keep every job tied to the money-making essence of the business. Then, all employees become internal entrepreneurs. That 21st-century business releases the employees' human potential. Moreover, they become the happy, super stimulated people building their creations. I see it all the time in my business." 1
Theodore went on to talk about how to grow a division of essence company through spreading the "genetic code" of the original entrepreneur through a technique he called replicating. Replicating passed along the entrepreneurial spirit and thought patterns, which would obsolete the inferior technique of delegating. Delegating passed down routine ruts.
He talked about essence tracking reports and monthly essence meetings that enable him to snap together his many companies into a single Neothink puzzle to easily lead his empire forward.
He talked about his personal mini-day schedule that broke his day into physical movements that, like the assembly line that broke production into physical movements, enabled him to tenfold his work capacity. And he talked about his potent power-thinking technique that he did every morning in the shower. He would look into the future at each project to its completed form. Then he would look backwards and figure out the steps needed to achieve that completed image, and he would insert those steps into his high-action mini-days that moved him through enormous amounts of work. That mini-day/power-thinking team was his secret behind his legendary reputation of moving through complex projects in a day or two that took competitors months. ...Theodore made every person in that glass house wish he had a pen and pad to write down his revelations of business. 1
Theodore concluded his talk with gratitude to Miss Annabelle. "Her lectures," he said, "were my roots that grew into who I am today."
Next Natasha spoke. "Theodore said people will go from boring jobs of labor to exciting jobs of the mind," she said. "Robert said to me earlier that people will discover their Friday-Night Essences and love to go to work. I say, following this job revolution will come a love revolution. People will live their entire lives with the spectacular feelings they had during the first few months while first falling in love!"
She went on to explain how love comes from happiness, and most people down deep are not happy with their jobs. Her workshops work on the problem, she explained, but the new world to come based on no more external authorities and these great new exhilarating jobs of the mind based on people's Friday-Night Essences will bring about a world filled with wealth and motivation, exhilaration, happiness and love.
Love. There's that word again, Jake thought. A world filled with love...
Jonathan Ward got up to talk next. He looked at Mr. Melbourne and said, "You're absolutely right, sir. The whole idea behind the Neo-Tech Party is not politics, but the removal of external authorities. As humanity advances into a mentality that no longer needs external guidance, the Neo-Tech Party will be the only survivor. The Neo-Tech Party serves one premise: protection of the individual from physical aggression. The government would be for protection only and would consist of courts, police, and a national army. I think you're all familiar with the half-trillion-dollar Protection Only Budget that would change our current government of offense to a government of defense. And I think you're all aware of the Great Replacement/Great Displacement Program: the people will replace career politicians with entrepreneurs, and we'll displace, to the private sector, government programs that have nothing to do with protection of the individual and his property. The result of the Neo-Tech Party will be a government that runs like a business accountable to results on how well it protects its citizens. ...Of course, changing our current government of offense that politicizes more and more aspects of our lives...to a government of defense that protects the individual and nothing more, will cause a major political revolution. The thousands upon thousands of laws, regulations, and litigation that exist because today's government aggressively politicizes our lives...will vanish. Enterprise, technology, and medicine will finally be free of government. The progress and prosperity can only be touched upon in my Six Visions. You've all heard my Six Visions, which are the basis of my campaign."
Jonathan expanded on the fact that the political revolution would set off a great Technological Revolution. He compared it to the computer revolution of the 1980s and 1990s, but said the coming Technological Revolution will occur in every industry. The result, as with computers, will drive up everyone's buying power a thousand to ten thousand times. "People will be rich," he said.
Jake now knew the answer to his question earlier: these people were not mere geniuses, they were something much more. "What is it?" he had asked. Now he knew: they were the first wave of the next level of humanity. They had a different mentality altogether as Mr. Melbourne had said. But now Jake understood: they were the next evolution of man. These twelve former students, their teacher and her husband, and the lawyer will, Jake thought, change the world. They're the answer to humanity's eternal prayer for a better world.
Sally Salberg walked to the front to talk. She was petite, beautiful, and she was the most powerful woman Jake had ever witnessed. She started where Jonathan ended, "Following the political revolution and the collapse of external authorities and the many regulatory bureaucracies like the FTC and FDA," she said, "there'll undoubtedly be, as Jonathan said, a great Technological Revolution throughout all industries -- the medical industry included. The political revolution will be the first domino to go. Once it falls and takes down the regulatory bureaucracies, then comes the great Technological Revolution, a medical revolution, a job revolution, a love revolution and, I'm sure, a legal revolution as Mr. Salinski was implying, a religious revolution as Jeremiah implied, and, as Miss Annabelle demonstrated through us, an educational revolution. From what Mr. Melbourne says, all those revolutions will be the result of man's final evolution into God-Man when people use Neothink to guide themselves completely without any further need for external authorities. As the metaphor God-Man implies, man will be his own God, his own authority and guide. Mr. Melbourne was right: the world will change in the most incredibly wonderful ways."
She just summed up the power being uncovered during this reunion. Imagine, Jake thought, a revolution occurring in every existing structure of civilization, from wealth to sex! He realized that as civilization slept, the dawn of a new civilization was arriving.
"It is in that mental oasis -- dreaming ahead to the coming changes of good that surpass even our imaginations -- that I want to talk to you today. You may be the only people who can enter this space with me. ...I'll start by asking you a simple question..."
She is the epitome of beauty, competence, and power, Jake was thinking...what a pleasure to watch and listen to her.
"What is the only thing really, really wrong in life?" she was saying. "Failed relationships... divorce? I'd venture to say no, for failed relationships are part of life from which we can learn, grow, and go on to even better love. Failed business ventures...bankruptcy? For the same reasons, I'd venture to say no, for failed business ventures are part of life from which we can learn, grow, and eventually go on to greater success. The only thing really, really wrong with life is...death. Death is not part of life; there is no learning, growth, or anything better to come from death. Nothing can be gained; everything is lost."
Jake looked around the room. Everyone was hanging on her every word: Does she know the secret to this eternal riddle about life and death? Could she solve it? These people who loved life so much wanted to know.
"When you experience devastating losses in your life such as divorce or bankruptcy," she continued, "your mind, subconsciously at first and consciously later on, immediately goes to work on fixing the problem. In time, most honest, productive persons will overcome and rise again. When you experience the devastating loss of a loved one, your mind tries to do the same thing. Subconsciously at first and consciously later on, it tries to fix the problem. The honest, productive person enters a torturous emotional war that will end in total, unforgiving defeat. His mind will attack the problem of having lost a loved one over and over again, and his emotions will get battered and defeated mercilessly battle after battle. In the end, years later after a long and weary fight, his psyche will surrender to the fact that this is the one and only problem the honest, productive mind cannot conquer. Again, I submit death is the only thing really, really wrong with life. Human death is the problem. To cure the problem has been my underlying, driving motivation behind all I have done in the medical world. My ultimate goal is to cure aging and end death."
Jake's heart started beating hard and his eyes started blinking fast when he realized what Sally was saying. Still, in disbelief, he asked himself, what is this Nobel Prize winner saying? Is she talking about staying young and living forever? Jake had come across hokey life-extension theories, but here the famous Sally Salberg, the epitome of competence, said her whole drive in life was to eliminate death! The real possibility of immortality landed like a hard impact in Jake's guts. He'd never thought much about dying until now. But suddenly, with the real possibility of not someday dying, the idea of dying seemed repulsively irrational.
"My discovery of the flu vaccine came about during my work on cancer. My approach toward cancer, specifically controlling the production of cancer cells, ties directly into my work on aging. I'm working toward controlling cellular growth: to shut it off in the case of cancer tumors...and to turn it on to cure the ultimate disease of cellular degeneration or aging. As an outgrowth of this work, I'm involved with doctors who, by combining their techniques, may offer temporary solutions to averting death, which would buy people time to make it to the definitive cure of aging itself.
"I feel you are the only people in the world to whom I can express the unfathomable loss I feel when a loved one dies. How can this civilization accept the loss of loved ones? How, particularly, can you?
"I feel completely alone among the medical world in feeling the panic, day and night, to cure aging before another loved one dies. I witness other doctors caught up in this fight to save life when operating on a dying individual. But every healthy person alive is going to die to cellular degeneration. Aging is merely a disease -- the most horrific disease that ever existed -- the disease that wipes out every single person! The disease is so big that no one sees it for what it is. It's humanity's most universal illusion. When you clear the illusion, man's greatest moral duty on this earth is to cure this disease that kills everyone -- everyone! It'll kill you, your spouse, your brothers and sisters, your parents and your precious children! I live day and night as a research doctor -- the only doctor -- driven to bring an end to this horror. Can you see through the illusion?"
Sally mesmerized the people in the room.
"We stand over our loved ones as they helplessly die one by one. And we accept that their irreplaceable spirit -- the greatest value in all the Universe -- is gone because the replaceable tool, the body, gave out! When the day comes when you look at a loved one's lifeless body lying in a casket, the face expressionless, with no more glow radiating from the eyes, cheeks, and lips...glance up atop the coffin at a picture of your loved one. See the face beaming with life and expression, then look back at the expressionless face in the casket. At that moment, you'll realize the face and body in the casket are NOT your loved one. Your loved one is the glow, the expression, the thinking, radiating spirit...and that spirit -- that everything -- is gone. The expressionless face and motionless body in the casket no longer has anything to do with your loved one. It was merely the tool that housed the spirit -- housed your loved one. Your loved one is gone not because the spirit needed to die. Your loved one is gone because the tool -- the goddamned shell -- gave out!"
She's right! A shot of adrenaline shot into Jake's veins; his heart was pounding. She's right! He couldn't take his eyes off her. He wanted to look at the others, but he couldn't take his eyes off Sally.
"I cannot accept the priceless spirit dying because the replaceable body gives out, and my intolerance grows every day. Most people don't understand me. I'm different. Media personnel interview me and think I must be the most satisfied 36-year-old woman alive. I've already become a legend, they tell me. I've already won the Nobel Prize. But I'm not satisfied. I'm tortured by the thought that every person I see, I touch, I hug, I love is doomed to die. The more I love and feel, the more I can't stop thinking about the cruelty and irrationality of it all. Is life and love some kind of cruel joke? Yes it is, and I've devoted my life to fix that. I can't imagine doing anything else until this atrocity is removed from civilization."
Sally paused. No one moved. The tinkling of the fountains, as if suddenly amplified, filled the hush. The people in that glass house were frozen, as if they'd been wandering around in the dark and someone, Sally, suddenly shined a bright light directly into their eyes.
"I'll never forget Miss Annabelle's talks about the value of our lives. And I'll never forget her compassion and her love for me. I remember looking into her eyes and seeing so much concern for me and my mother, who was dying from ovarian cancer. I could see, and can still see in my mind's eye, the pain behind her loving eyes, pain because she couldn't help me from losing my mom." Sally looked at her third-grade teacher, and her voice changed from strong to soft and vulnerable. "I still have that very special letter you sent me after you left the country. I could feel your pain, in every line, for having to leave...when my mom was dying." Sally was wrestling with her voice to be able to say what she wanted to say. "But I want you to know that the happiness my mother and I found in each other caused a remarkable physical reaction in my mother. The doctors said they never saw anything like it and believed that her happiness caused her cancer to go into remission. She lived another six years, and we lived every day with so much closeness, love, and happiness because we knew how precious our time together was. During that time, we spent more time together and shared more love than others do in their entire lifetimes. At the end, we both knew how lucky we were. Near the end, my mom told me it was you who pointed her, in a time of confusion, to me and to the preciousness of our remaining time together. She told me, if I ever saw you again, to thank you for her. I have waited for twenty-one years to do this." Sally's voice broke apart as the memory and image of her mother thanking her teacher came back. "From my mother, thank you, Miss Annabelle for showing her the preciousness of our love. And from myself, thank you for your love and insights that helped make my life with my mom a cherished treasure and my life after my mom a gallant adventure."
Jake now saw the sensitive little Sally he had heard on the tapes. She was emotional, but she had one more thing she wanted to say, "I love you, Miss Annabelle. ...Could I get one of your hugs?" It was a preciously vulnerable moment in this strong woman, brought on by the beauty of everlasting love for her teacher and trust among her former classmates.
Miss Annabelle cried out, "Oh, Sally," as she rushed up to hug her. Jake, again, felt the compassion and love of this other world as he watched two broken hearts mend. He knew that leaving Sally caused Miss Annabelle her deepest pain when she was forced to move to Australia and go incommunicado 27 years ago. Jake watched Sally and her teacher hug...and heal. He could imagine Sally as the little girl in third grade, eyes wide with fear after learning about her mother's illness, and her teacher, eyes full of pain and compassion, hugging the little girl. Knowing how deeply Miss Annabelle loved her students, Jake could imagine how it must have broken her heart to leave the little Sally, believing her mom could die at any time.
Jake had to rethink, for a moment, why Miss Annabelle had to leave and be incommunicado in the first place. The reason was so irrational, so absolutely meaningless, that his mind did not naturally retain it. He had to really think for a moment to remember the irrationality that his mind naturally disposed of. ...Oh yes, it was the INS and IRS. For Christ sake! Those two nothings caused this pain and destruction! In the presence of the benevolence in this room, Jake knew those destructive nothings were going to someday vanish from the face of the earth as people saw through the illusions to the malevolence of those self-serving institutions that blocked everything good and stimulating in life. As Jake watched Sally and her teacher, the word that rang in his head was innocence. Then, when he thought of the nothings that separated them, the only word that came to mind was evil.
It was during this emotional moment when Sally and Miss Annabelle hugged and her former classmates wiped their eyes that Jake emotionally broke through to what was happening within Sally and within the others in the glass house: it was a war of two worlds. The innocent and pure value producers versus the evil value destroyers...the external authorities who want to rule over civilization versus God-Man who rules over his own future.
A few minutes passed, and Jake looked around the room again. Something peculiar was happening that was sobering. As the former classmates regained their composure, the normal rumble of quiet talking amongst them between speeches did not return. Only the tinkling of the garden's water fountains could be heard. Jake looked at Rico, then at Theodore, Ian, Natasha, and Jeremiah. They sat in paralyzed silence. Their eyes were big and their minds were working. It seemed as if these powerful people who had seen it all, suddenly laid eyes on a new life form. Jake knew exactly what stunned these people who were normally too powerful to be stunned, for Jake felt it too. It was Sally's passion about the most important responsibility for oneself, one's loved ones, and humanity. How could she put her skill and ambition at work toward anything else? With that single question, she had grabbed her former classmates' deepest thoughts and stretched them to the point they could never retract and be the same. They would never be able to see the world the same way again. The scale of importance in their lives was, in one impassioned speech from Sally, thrown completely on its end by the immense weight of imminent death pushing everything down. That big weight had to be removed to get their lives back in balance again.
Miss Annabelle dabbed her eyes and turned to her former students. Jake could not help noticing how beautiful she still looked in her 60s.
"I have been overwhelmed here tonight by your accomplishments and your love. You're all creating such important values for the world. In turn, I've never seen such happiness in adults before as I do in your eyes. When I look at you, it's almost as if I'm looking into your eyes when I taught you so long ago. Your expressions of youth have not left you. Seeing you like this fills a large void within me with happiness. The hardest thing I ever did in my life was to leave you 27 years ago. If I had stayed, I would have been sent back to prison because I would not have been able to stay away from you. I would have violated the restraining order, which would have violated the conditions of my parole. When I left, the emptiness inside from being torn from my beloved students after three years in prison, caused me months of depression. My loving husband, my soul mate, helped me through it. I could not return, however, to my greatest love in life: I never returned to the classroom. I couldn't bear to be torn from my students again. Politically ambitious adults in today's anticivilization, which includes every school board, can't allow fully integrated honesty with its laser-like rays that cut through illusions to the essence of things -- past illusions to reality. So, I knew the outcome would be the same wherever I taught. Therefore, I never taught in the classroom again.
"Yet, I knew I couldn't stray from my teaching method of honesty and reality. I did pursue my highly effective teaching method -- my secret formula I'll call it since school boards reject it. Since I couldn't be in the classroom, I distilled the core of my classroom teachings -- the secret -- into a technique parents could use. From that, I wrote my best-seller How To Raise A Genius Through Five-Minute Bedtime Stories. My husband, by the way, published and sold the book. No New York publishers would touch it. In that book, I teach parents to tell a five-minute bedtime story that breaks the boundaries of the child's normal thinking pattern, always adhering to reality. After all, breaking mental boundaries through integrating reality is the process of Neothink. This technique exercises, stretches, and strengthens the child's mind, preparing that young mind to take off on its own into the realm of Neothink. In my book I encourage, as one very effective boundary-breaking event, to cut through any particular illusion such as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and God. Cut through to reality, I say. That teaches the young mind how to cut through illusions in this world to reality, which equips that young mind with power far beyond peers. I also encourage parents to tell their children how things are made or why they are like they are. For instance, tell the child how the combustion engine of the car they drive to school in works. Explain how the gas ignites a spark on the spark plug, causing a bolt of energy that pumps the pistons that turn the axle, which turns the wheel. These five-minute bedtime stories get their young minds seeing deeper into the world around them, deeper into reality and what makes the world around them. Later on, seeing deeper to reality will help them look deeper at everything, including the spoon-feeding of the media and politicians, to see past their sugar-filled illusions to what constitutes those complex situations. These bedtime stories break the normal boundaries of thoughts of children. The parents, in time, will begin to notice their child carries a power other children don't have. The child will seem emotionally mature beyond his or her years and unusually able to solve problems. Those are the early signs of a future great value producer.
"After John published my book, I started my Internet class. I realized that the great thinkers and achievers during the Golden Age of the Greeks and during the Renaissance often had great thinkers as tutors who broke thinking boundaries in their pupil's minds. I realized I could become the tutor for thousands of children over the Internet. Every day I put a boundary-breaking `lecture' up. I've built up the world's largest educational following in the eight years I've done this. As I listen to the fascinating values the twelve of you have brought to the world, I fantasize over what my half-million web students will have done for the world twenty-seven years from now. The twelve of you have each built magnificent Neothink puzzles that have brought never-before-seen values to the world. You have lived with the advantage of being able to see through illusions to the essence of things. You have been able to see through the way things have always been done to better ways of doing them. You have created the future in the framework of your endeavors. ...Now, I ask you to create the future of the world. I ask you great lovers of life, great competent people who know how to succeed, great achievers with powerful resources...I ask you to pull together and build the mother of all Neothink puzzles for yourselves and for all humanity for all eternity. I felt it...and I saw it in your eyes after Sally's talk. Were we not asking ourselves the same question: how can I do anything but defeat death? I saw a clue 27 years ago of the synergy when the twelve of you got together to accomplish something: your spectacular Breakthrough News. Do it again, now. Death is your nemesis. Together you can create the Neothink superpuzzle that can forever end death for you and for humanity."
Jake looked around and saw Miss Annabelle's former students nodding as she talked. What a shocking idea, Jake thought. These people have changed the world by building powerful Neothink puzzles that reveal puzzle pictures that break through to the next level, to new paradigms of politics, business, love, law, education, and medicine. Just what would happen if these people, the world's first wave of Neothinkers, came together and poured their Neothink capacity into one synergistic Neothink superpuzzle to accomplish humanity's greatest feat of all time -- to end the worst natural disaster, death, and to cure the 100% fatal disease, aging? Just what would happen? Jake tried to ponder that question, but he couldn't grasp the mechanics of it. As the thought fizzled from his mind, he looked at the beautiful Miss Annabelle, serious yet smiling proudly at her former students. Still, after 27 years, she was pushing them forward to the next level.
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