Part 1 (a bride's betrayal)

Lately, I’ve been fascinated with Telekinesis. The ability to move far away objects, regardless of the 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.

Someone once said, if you want to understand women, you better read the Encyclopedia (several volumes).

Instead of trying to figure out why his beloved bride changed her mind at the last minute, this man rolled his sleeves and built her a castle.

At 5 feet tall, 26 y/old, and weighing just 100 pounds, we are supposed to believe (like the pyramids) that the deed was of human-construct.

That this man, working alone, only at night and in complete secrecy (hence the night labor), managed to produce a castle of such magnitude that today, no one has figured out how he could have possibly managed.

The numbers are insane. 1100 tons of oolite limestone rock moved through the air like helium balloons and placed perfectly in place without even a mark from the pulleys or chains. Not once, but twice. The largest stone weighs 27 tons.

But the man couldn’t catch a break. Right after he was near completion of the toughest part of the job, moving the heavier stones, he got terrible news.

Next to it, in Florida City, the town council decided to build a community center. Which meant he no longer could maintain the solitude he needed to accomplish his task.

Yes, he was a ‘slightly’ complicated person, but aren’t most geniuses? If you are a genius, I’m sure you’ll agree.

What to do, what to do?

Well, put everything on a truck, of course, and get out of Dodge.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Incredibly, he moved it all on that truck with the help of one person. One. A living witness of the action. We got the receipts.

Ten miles up the road, he made sure this time nobody was going to interfere with his project. Obviously, he wanted it to be done before his bride turned 80, so I can’t say I blame him for the effort.

He bought 20 acres in Homestead, just in case he needed more than 2 for extra space, and restarted his operation.

An operation which he had to begin from scratch, without having put on any weight or built any kind of muscle.

The same decrepit frame, doing it all over again, for a woman thousands of miles away who probably couldn’t drink enough vodka to try to erase him from her mind. And from the guilt.

“Now we’re talking,” he probably thought to himself. “Now catch me if you can.”

One thing that was highly peculiar was a small box that he named “Perpetual Motion Holder”, for which he was trying to obtain a patent, but was ultimately denied.

Another little setback, nothing to write home about. He must have figured if it happened to Tesla, why wouldn’t it happen to me? He was more right than he would ever know.

At least, they didn’t confiscate the thing. Even better, they didn’t burn him at the stake for heresy. It’s kind of hard to build a castle when you’re still smoldering from a burn.

“All hands on deck,” He must have said. “I got my life, I got my limestone, and I got my box.”

It took him some time to finish his coral castle, which still stands today, drawing tourists from all over.

This super impressive structure might have been a sight to see when it was done. My premise for dreaming of going back to visit it, and to meet him, if Quantum physics would hurry up and make it possible.

It was documented that a child could push an 8ft tall, 8.2-ton gate so perfectly centered on its axes with a single push of a finger and it would swing in the intended direction.

There’s something very strange going on here, that unfortunately, we, of this generation will never know. Who knows when, if ever, the technique (or the Juju inside that box) would be revealed. But I have a feeling this man’s knowledge was not to be told casually to anyone, much less the public, for reasons that don’t take a brain surgeon to guess.

Something so fascinating and advanced that who knows, (not me, said the little red hen) where it could lead the human race.

Hello! Did I mention Tesla already? Ring any bells?

This is a perfect example of Life imitating art. It could easily be an episode of The Outer Limits or such fictional show, and yet, here it is, this happened.

He wasn’t a greedy man. Like most great inventors, he didn’t think much about money. As a matter of fact, he only charged an unbelievable ¢10 per person to enter that atrium made out of love. And for his love.

He could have used an agent.

One sunny day just like any other in Leisure City, FL, he didn’t feel right. A practical man, he closed the shop for the day leaving a simple note on the front gate with the words “Gone to the hospital”.

His work done on this Earth, this magnificently brilliant man died three days later on Dec, 7th, 1951. He was 64 years old.

To this day, his secrets remain one of the biggest puzzles in the world of science.

References and links:

The Coral Castle

The story behind Ed Leedskalnin

The Mystery of The Coral Castle explained