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He applied the same philosophy to nations, stressing that as the body warred on itself, so did 

countries, feeding on jealousy malice, hate. Once asked what could be done by the American people 

to bring about a lasting peace, he replied: We haven't the American people [here at the reading]. The 

thing is to start with yourself. Unless you can bring about within yourself that which you would have 

in the nation or in any particular land, don't offer it to others."



As sound as he may have been medically, this was evidence of but one phase of his powers. There 

were those who thought that if Cayce was subconsciously infallible in this one respect, he was right in 

all respects, since the source was necessarily the same. "Why," said a grizzled old sea captain, whom 

Cayce had correctly diagnosed at a distance of a thousand miles, "why should he be so right about the 

cure for my aching back, and be wrong about anything else?"




It was a question that I had to ask myself many times, as I looked into many of the other marvels he 

talked about in sleep: his truly earth-shaking prophecies and forecasts of world affairs, Atlantis, 

reincarnation, his detailed description of past geological changes that had caused entire continents to 

disappear. There was another intriguing point. Why, too, if he had unlimited powers of divination, had 

he not made himself wealthy, exploring for oil or gold, playing the races or the market, instead of 

being wretchedly poor most of his life?



Ironically, others did make fortunes out of his stock market readings; others did find oil, where he said 

it would be, and others, reportedly, won on the horses. But Cayce himself had never profited. Perhaps 

the answer lay in his own readings, which stressed repeatedly, that they were not to be used for 

material gain. In the end nobody gained, it seemed, when motivated only by gain.



A stockbroker lost his fortune, achieved through Cayce, when he persisted in playing the market, 

contrary to Cayce's advice; a man who had won on the horses, misusing the Cayce gift, wound up in 

an asylum. Yet Cayce was uncannily accurate, predicting the 1929 stock market crash almost to the 

month, and saying there was oil in Bade County, Florida, when all anybody was thinking of was 

oranges and grapefruits, and pinpointing the end of the Depression. As he considered his own 

performance, Cayce felt that the stress on materiality was a negative force, defeating what he thought 

a God-given purpose. Whenever he read subconsciously for gain, his own or somebody else's, he 

suffered severe headaches, or in extreme cases, lapsed into aphonia, loss of voice.



There was a notable instance of this. After the turn of the century, he had given a test demonstration, 

describing to doctors in Bowling Green, Kentucky, the precise movements of a real estate operator in 

New York, as he climbed up to his office, smoking a cigar and whistling "Annie Laurie." Since the 

report tallied precisely with his actual movements, the realtor immediately saw the possibilities. He 

took the next train for Bowling Green. His proposition was a simple one. "I'll take you back with me," 

he said, "and we'll make a fortune on Wall Street."




The newly married Cayce discussed it with his wife, Gertrude, a moving force in his life, and she felt 

it would be an abuse of his power, for which he would suffer. "Once you get away from helping 

people," she said significantly, "it always makes you ill."



When Cayce refused him, the New Yorker asked for a test reading. As the man had traveled a





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