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"T. N. T.—IT ROCKS THE EARTH
by Claude M. Bristol
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Book Description
In this extremely hard-to-find
little gem from 1932 you are told exactly how to
acquire a
wonderful secret, that Power, or whatever you wish to call it, which,
when accepted and developed through a process of right thinking,
creates a philosophy of life which sweeps away all obstacles and brings
that which every human desires: success, happiness and contentment.
Do exactly as the author says, put his plan into operation—and almost
over night you will be transformed and the things for
which you have wished all your life will be yours. Your fears, trials
and tribulations will fade into the mists. The door of yesterday will
be closed forever. A grand and glorious feeling will engulf you and you
will smile, and when you do, the world will smile with you.
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We get out of life
exactly what
we put into it—nothing more, nothing less. So it is with the message
within these pages. You will get out of it in the same ratio which you
accept the theme and apply the principles. Therefore, if you wish to
develop and get what you want in life, do not loan or give this book
away but make it your constant companion and reread it as frequently as
possible. The more often it is reread the more workable become the
principles and the clearer the road ahead.
For those of you who seek to learn and make progress, I
gently lay this
in your laps. I do so without the slightest fear but that it will turn
your world entirely upside down—bringing you health, wealth, success
and happiness, providing you understand and accept.
Remember
T.N.T. is a
dangerously high explosive so when you
gather it
closely, handle it gently.
Down through
the centuries its
power
has destroyed those who
sought to
misuse it, therefore exercise great care that it is used only for good.
It can be
proved
by the teachings of the Bible, certain well
established laws of physics, and last but not least, just plain common
sense. Read and determine for yourself whether or not the proofs I
offer stand by themselves.
Some of
you may
see only
the spiritual side, others recognize
the
scientific truths, and still others may accept it as just a practical
operating device to put you on the road to success. No matter—many know
the truth and for you who will open your minds the light will pour in
with dazzling white brilliancy.
I'm indebted
to an
old friend of mine, an expert on X-Ray,
and
electrical high frequency apparatus, who, when I was a boy
experimenting with electricity, put the first bit of powerful T.N.T. in
my pocket. Then I didn't know what it was and didn't understand, but
fortunately it has remained there all through the years. As I look back
I realize why he didn't make me
understand what it was. He believed in me and knew that when I was
ready to accept it I would. It's taken nearly 30 years, during
which time I sought up and down the highways, looking, seeking and
searching for the Secret—T.N.T. All of the time there was some in my
pocket—mine for the mere reaching. However, I've got a firm grip on it
now and I will divide it graciously, knowing if used wisely it will
blow away all obstacles and straighten out the road on which you've
been wanting to travel all your life.
For many
years I was a
newspaper man
and frequently I was
behind the
scenes. I met great men and women, interviewed famous people. Naturally
I studied them and tried to understand what peculiar qualities they
possessed that placed them above the others, but their secret evaded me.
Then came
the war and I
wondered why
others made progress
while I
seemed to be "blocked" in my own ambitions. The war did teach me,
however, that I could sleep in the mud, eat moldy bread and live to
laugh about it. This is part of my T.N.T. so remember what I learned.
It helped me to give old man Fear a solar plexus blow and I believe it
will help you.
Hoping to find a royal
road
to fortune I read hundreds of the
so-called
"Success" books and they took me nowhere. I did the same with books on
philosophy, psychology and still the great Secret kept just a jump
ahead of me. I joined secret fraternal organizations, hoping that I
might find that which I sought. However, just like the bit of T.N.T. in
my pocket the Secret was in every book, in the great orders,
everywhere, and in fact, right under my very nose but something kept me
from it. You will have to determine for yourself what keeps you from it
if you don't get it from T.N.T. It's there—if you don't find it in the
printed word look between the lines—as I've done my best to present it
to you.
Are You Afraid?
Following the war I
became a member of a coast-wide investment
banking organization and during the years I cherished quite a dream—as
did thousands of others in all lines of business—only to discover that
the air castles which I builded were on an unstable foundation.
That something which turned the world upside down financially entirely
obliterated my air castles, and I became Afraid. I got lost in the fog.
Everywhere I turned something fell in on me.
As an
executive of the
organization
my responsibilities
multiplied. Our
business, due to the economic changes which were taking place in the
world, faced a crisis, and many people failing to understand the
catastrophe which had overtaken business everywhere were critical. All
of which brought worry and many sleepless nights. 1 found myself
dreading to go to my work— fearing that each day would bring added
misery. The weeks went on and conditions got worse and worse. I was
baffled. Several times I talked about getting out of the business and
one day in the latter part of June, 1931, I made up my mind to leave. 1
mentioned it to one of the women with whom I had been associated for
several years and saw nothing but reproach in her eyes. That night I
tried to sleep. Again I found it impossible. I paced the floor for
hours—when at about 3:30 in the morning I suddenly stopped and sat
down. I was face to face with myself. I could follow the inclination to
run and leave the others to carry on by themselves, or I could stay and
do my share; a duty which I knew was mine. I caught myself saying
almost aloud: "Right is right. It's
always been right. It can't be otherwise;" something I had been
taught since infancy.
Suddenly
there appeared to be
an
unfoldment. Out of the air
came a
voice saying: "What have you been
seeking all these years? What were you taught? What did you learn?
Where have you been? Where are you going? I jumped to my feet
crying: "I
know it. I've got it now.
It's the secret. That's what they tried to teach you. It is the Royal
Secret, too."
Something
told me that I would
find
those identical words in
a book
which had many years before been given me and which I had tried to
read, failed to understand and put aside. It was written by a great
man, Albert Pike, a mystic, a poet and a scholar. Grabbing it from the
shelf—feverishly I ran through the pages. The words were there and I
understood immediately.
Open Your Mind
I now had the key. I
could see a broad smooth highway and at the
end of that highway a perfect flood of gorgeously beautiful radiance. "That's the road you
are on now. What a
simpleton you have been! They tried to teach you, they tried to help
you and you kept your mind closed—thinking that you alone could find
the road and stay on it.''
I was nearly
overcome with the
sheer
joy of it all. My fears,
my
worries had disappeared. I smiled. I knew that I was right and that
everything would be right for me from then on. I slept like a baby.
There was a
different atmosphere in the office that day. The
oppressive
black clouds which hung over us began to fade away. I told the
woman—she with the reproachful eyes—what had happened, and she smiled a
knowing smile. She helped me get back on the track and I can never
repay her.
As one
learned man said:
"All of us
are born with the ability to differentiate between right and wrong, and
with the ability to achieve, but some of us must run head-on into a
stone wall, smash ourselves to bits before we really know what it's all
about.'' I hit the wall with
a terrific crash and it was the
greatest and finest thing that ever happened to me.
Many noting
the transformation
asked
for an explanation. I
told some of
my closest friends, and now it's for all of you because I know I can do
good.
I keep the
door of my private
office
open as I find I can do
much for
those who wish to talk with me.
The morale
of our whole
organization
was at its lowest ebb.
Everyone
was discouraged. Afraid. By the very necessity of things we had to do
an about-face.
Right Is Right
My job was
doing
everything I could to help the other fellow
because I
knew it was right. At first I was perplexed as to the methods I should
employ to help them, but I used my own system in calling upon the
subconscious, and the inner voice said that I should talk to them.
Some were
skeptical, but I
said to
myself; "I can prove that
I am
right," and during the week that followed I spent every waking hour
reviewing the books that I had studied through the years. Naturally the
Bible came first; then followed studies in Yogiism, the philosophies of
the old Greek and Roman masters and of the later day teachers and
students. I again deliberated over the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius
Antoninus, Reread Hudson's Law of
Psychic Phenomena, another
book, "The
Gist of It," written by a
brilliant physician, Haydon Rochester. Again I studied my books on
physics, electricity and those on the vibrations of light and
discovered that not only was I right, as I knew I would be, but that
peculiarly the same general basic principles ran through them all. I
reread numerous books on psychology and found the same story
everywhere. Subsequently I quoted excerpts, and lo and behold, things
began to move.
It has
occurred to me again
and
again that all men and women
who use
this power are showmen, or to use the words of my newspaper days,
headliners—those who hit the front page. Something causes them to toss
away the bushel basket under which they hide their heads and they arise
above the commonplace.
Where is Your Niche?
Surely you
will
agree that they may have the power to the Nth
degree,
but if they do not become headliners they never get a niche in the hall
of fame. It doesn't follow that they are newspaper publicity seekers,
because some of them are very reticent—and by their very reticence are
showmen. Others adopt certain peculiarities or use certain devices to
make them stand out from their fellow-men. Some wear an efficacious
smile, others scowl—and still others have a certain charm of manner.
Long hair, whiskers and sideburns play their part. Flowing robes and
distinctive dress are worn by others. The showmanship of some is
evidenced by red neckties, others by spats, affected manners.
Many master
the art of
oratory, the
science of warfare,
banking,
statesmanship, politics, the arts—but all of them stand out in the full
glare of the calcium—headliners.
The number
is legion. I
mention a
few of those of history and
today:
Desmosthenes, Nero, Julius Caesar, Christopher Columbus, Cleopatra,
Balzac, de Maupassant, Sir Isaac Newton, Joan of Arc, Cromwell, Edgar
Allen Poe, Benjamin Franklin, Alexander Hamilton, Bismark, Graham Bell,
General Grant, Cecil Rhodes, P. T. Barnum, Clemenceau, Kitchener,
Woodrow Wilson, Joffre, Sir Thomas Lipton, Foch, Mussolini, Winston
Churchill, Charles E. Hughes, Lloyd George, Mahatma Gandhi, Ramsey
MacDonald, Will Rogers, Douglas Fairbanks, Herbert Hoover, Henry Ford,
Lindbergh, Alfred E. Smith, Lenin and Hitler. They have been and are
found in every walk of life.
Gandhi uses
this power, I am
sure,
and I think he is the
greatest
headliner of present times. You can find many pictures showing him in
the modern civilized garb of man, but today, and for several years he
has kept his hair cropped short, worn a loin cloth and a pair of huge
spectacles. I have no right to say that Gandhi affected this attire for
any particular purpose, but I believe he has done it to focus the
world's attention upon himself for India's cause.
We have seen
Ely
Culbertson, the bridge playing expert,
perform. There
have been few psychological devices that he hasn't used—he has
"something"—and certainly no one can say he is not a headliner.
I make no attempt to
explain
why those who have this power
are
headliners. You'll have to determine that for yourself.
Detonating
Caps are now set!
Caution
signals are out. Be
Careful!
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