From the window of his loft, Hank watched the blue flashing lights grow nearer. Several patrol cars arrived in front of the old apartment building at the end of his block. Built during the roaring 1920s and once a fine hotel with world renowned architecture, the building had long sense fallen into disrepair. For the past few decades it operated as low-rent housing, home to poor families and seniors surviving on limited income. Recently the property was purchased by out-of-state investors who planned to demolish the old structure and build a bank.
The residents were told to get out or else they would be forcedly evicted. Many left earlier in the day; he wondered where they would go with the cost of housing through the roof.
Being a gregarious kind of guy, and always full of questions, the blond and handsome Hank Ramsan often enjoyed long chats with the elderly residents of the building. He learned volumes about the bygone days of Charlottesville, Virginia from stories told over fresh coffee and home-baked muffins. The elderly ladies, who he playfully referred to as his girlfriends, always called the 36-year-old writer Handsome Hank, or HH for short.
He watched as the police officers followed orders to remove those who had not yet gone. A young woman, who he knew worked two jobs to put food on the table for her three young children, was shoved into the back of a patrol car along with the crying children.
Where would she go without money? Where would any of them go?
The people who built banks and controlled the world’s wealth wouldn’t shed a tear. Those powerful few that held the power and manipulated markets didn’t know or even care that these people existed. Hank knew that the Federal Reserve was controlled by a powerful group of individuals with their own best interests at heart. They manipulated the money supply without concern for their actions on the societies and populations of the world.
Still standing at his window, Hank was scarcely surprised that the last resident pulled from the building was Mrs. McCartney. Although almost eighty, her mind was still sharp, her spirit strong. Three years earlier when the love of his life abruptly ended their relationship, Ms. McCartney acted as the comforting grandmother, bringing over his favorite freshly roasted turkey sandwiches each day.
After that, she became his student of sorts. He taught her to manifest her dreams with focus and momentum. Hank had written many books along the theme of his own methods of the design of his life. He labeled the technique “User Friendly Physics,” UFP for short.
He smiled as he thought about Ms. McCartney. She had learned well and even with this upheaval in her life, a better home would come into her life by her own design.
As he watched the displaced residents pushed from their building, he knew the time had come to change the way people were conditioned to operate. A new understanding of how things really worked would change everything. The time was now.
Hank reasoned that he was the bearer of the gift to provide that change, no matter the cost.
Knowing too personally how not having enough money can affect a life, health and dreams, Hank taught himself to design his own life in ease and on purpose. This gave him a passion for taking it to the world in a way that all would understand. He knew the subject of money, more so than gold or silver, would gather much interest. Creating Millionaires out of thin air was his point and his quest.
The powerful forces that controlled the world’s purse-strings would not be happy. Hank had no idea what was before him.
He stood at the window long after the patrol cars sped away, and the apartment building loomed dark and empty. Eventually, rubbing his hands through his thick blond hair, he turned away and prepared for nightly sleep. As he did so, memories of the girl, his love, flashed into his mind. He remembered lying down next to her in perfect joy. Those days were behind him and he quickly brushed the thoughts aside, fully knowing he had much to accomplish. He was very clear about this goal.
Teaching the world how to become millionaires in ease was what he wanted. Everybody should know how sweet the word money actually was and not the enemy sometimes it was made out to be. Lack of money seemed to kill the true meaning of the word along with its spirit.
Noble were his intentions, relieving humanity of poverty. Hank’s investigative nature and his passion for life would move him forward. The timing was right for this goal to take form.
As was his ritual each night before going to sleep, he asked for information to come to him in his dreams. Ironic even to him, he would use this information gathering system for service to others and to fulfill his drive and ambition. However, he never asked for information as it related to finding ‘the right girl’.
Sometimes he wondered why he didn’t pursue another intimate relationship using this method, but as always brushed the notions aside.
As he gently fell asleep, he asked to be shown how to manifest millions of dollars in ease. Hank chose this in order that the world could ease the stuck money band that seemed to keep Earth’s populous in a vacuum of lack.
He was convinced that only a powerful few designed the world’s rules around money and how it was to be created and used. He was going to change those rules, if not destroy them altogether.
What he did not know were the repercussions from those who controlled the money system. They would not be happy with someone finding the secret pill, the magic bullet, of how to create money in ease. Hank was about to uncover secrets that had long been hidden and bring them to the world, possibly to his demise.