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Pasted below is a short article on the life of Arthur Stilwell.

A millionaire railroad builder who consulted spirit guides (very successfully)
his entire life.

Pease read as it clearly demonstrates how every subject which is discussed
here can work together. Especially relevant is the Galveston/Port Arthur part where consultaion not only saved a business venture but lives also.



Without Arthur Stilwell’s "unseen friends," life would have been monotonous.

Arthur Stilwell was as mysterious as he was fantastic. In just seven short years, he went from pauper to millionaire, built thousands of miles of railroads, and founded forty towns. He never made a move, however, without consulting his "unseen friends."

Arthur was born to poor, but thrifty, Indiana farmfolk. He never really wanted for anything, but he never really had anything, either. Life was one long unassuming, monotonous event, and he fully believed his destiny lay in the farming ideology of his father. All that changed, however, when the voices began.

Arthur began hearing the strange voices when he was fifteen. First coming to him quietly in unusually vivid dreams, they left him completely bewildered and slightly afraid. With a vague sense of unease and unreality, he kept the voices to himself. Over time, the voices sometimes came when he was sitting beside the table lamp trying to read. Before the year was out, they had intruded into his conscious thought as well. He eventually learned to call them whenever the whim took his fancy, becoming as familiar with them as the well-worn boots on his feet.

Arthur never really listened to the voices in his head. He considered them a nuisance, and wished they’d go away. Nevertheless, he recorded in his diary that he would meet and marry a girl named Genevieve Wood within four years. Since he didn’t even know anyone by that name, he filed it away in the chapters of his mind much in the same manner as he did the pages of his diary. When the prediction proved correct, he never again doubted the wisdom of his unseen friends.

Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Stilwell began married life like many other couples, having little except each other. His own folks had barely enough for themselves, and Arthur was too proud to permit his wife’s parents to share their meager resources with him. He decided to strike out on his own. His first job was that of a freighter---one who hauls freight from one place to another for payment. The freight wagons were large, but he was a skilled and careful teamster, prized by his employer for the safety-conscious attitude he took toward all freighted goods. It wasn’t long before he advanced to clerk...and there he stayed. He had barely finished high school, had no money, and all prospects of becoming a "somebody" were nonexistent.

Arthur, however, hadn’t reckoned with the insistence of his unseen friends. They never left him alone. Night after night they came to his dreams. When that didn’t produce results, they bothered him when he tried to read, tried to think, fidgeted at his clerk’s desk, or tried to concentrate on anything else. It was, by no means, a new experience for him, and he found them no longer frightening---he was just flabbergasted at what they told him to do. "Go West and build railroads," they said.

At that time, railroads were just beginning to spread their steel tentacles all over the land. When the inner voices urged him over and over to go westward and build railroads, Arthur and his Jennie finally gave in. He quit his job, packed their meager belongings in a borrowed cart, and set out for Kansas City. He never told anyone about his unseen friends, except Jennie, for fear people would think him demented. Nonetheless, when he left for parts unseen with no job prospects and no jangling coins in his pocket, his friends thought he was crazy.

Incredible as it seems, Arthur immediately got a job in a bond house and brokerage firm, where he could keep his eyes and ears open for all information pertaining to railroading. As he became more and more trusted by his new banker friends, this forty-dollar-a-week clerk unobtrusively managed several bank loans. He then quietly bought up the land that he needed, assembled his backers, and before the surprised New York financiers knew what was happening, had his Kansas City Belt Line Railroad in full operation right under their noses.

Stilwell was twenty-six years old when he decided to extend his railroads to the Gulf of Mexico. He chose Galveston, Texas, as his termination city, planning to have the track end right at the docks. He had his crews laying tracks and driving spikes fast and furiously before his rivals figured out his plans. Linking the wheat fields of Kansas to the busy sea trades seemed like a perfectly logical choice to him, and one that older railroad tycoons had overlooked.

Arthur was not a speculator, as such. He listened to his unseen friends. Many times when he felt unsure, he would retire to his office, pull down the shades, and ask them for guidance. It was only natural then, when he was barely fifty miles from Galveston, to seek out his inner consultants and have them explain the unrest that he felt. He wrote later that he asked for guidance and was told to "stop construction at once." Otherwise, his inner voices told him, "his career would be blighted because Galveston was doomed." Naturally, he could not divulge to his business associates why he had to change the course of the railroad. He could not waste time dreaming up plausible explanations, either. The voices had told him to act quickly.

He decided to take the flak on the chin. He squared his jaw and ordered a change. His associates were dumbfounded and demanded to know the reason for his outrageous---and costly---decision. The citizens of Galveston weren’t happy, either, and screamed their displeasure. Arthur adamantly stuck to his choice, gave no explanation, and the result was that the Kansas City Southern Railroad went to the Gulf of Mexico in a desolate saltwater swamp further up the east Texas coast. Early residents named the new city "Port Arthur" in honor of him.

When Galveston was subsequently destroyed a few weeks later by the Great Hurricane of 8 September 1900, Port Arthur’s piers and railroad facilities remained untouched. They played a major role in Texas’s emergency rebuilding process. Arthur’s business partners, who had condemned him so bitterly, now praised him for his good luck, giving him the nickname, "Lucky" Stilwell.

Arthur Stilwell went on to build seven railroads and the Port Arthur ship channel. He founded forty cities and towns, two of which were named for him (Port Arthur, Texas, and Stilwell, Oklahoma). He amassed a fortune in his amazing career, as everything he touched turned to money. He even found time to write and publish thirty books, nineteen of which were novels. One, "The Light That Never Failed," became a long-time best seller.

In 1910, he wrote a book which predicted in detail the coming of World War I. Four years later, he wrote another remarkable book, "To All the World Except Germany." In it, he predicted the defeat of Germany and her allies, the fall of the Russian monarchy, the independence of Finland and Poland, and the restoration of Palestine to the Jews.

How did he do it? When asked, he would only smile and say nothing. He and Jennie had decided that people simply would not understand his strange "unseen friends" on whom his million dollar ventures depended. But the truth is, without his inner voices guiding his actions, he would have remained a penniless store clerk, instead of millionaire railroad builder. Without his unseen friends, he would have lost his railroad at Galveston, instead of founding the bustling seaport which now bears his name. Without his unseen friends, Arthur Stilwell would have been a nobody.

Arthur Stilwell died in 1928. Two weeks later, his beloved Jennie stepped out a skyscraper window in Manhattan and joined the most unusual character who became her husband, chosen for her so many years earlier by his "unseen friends."


Link to website here - http://www.arthurstilwell.com/

Cheers, Chris.