Third Eye The Hard Way
What happens when you get shot between the eyes?
In the case of Joseph L. Greenstein, professionally known as The Mighty Atom, it seems to have opened his Third Eye.
The bullet “flattened out against his forehead.”
He had been told by the strongman “Champion Volanko” that he was “different” than other men.
The bullet in the forehead made The Mighty Atom remember Volanko’s words.
He had been bending horseshoes as part of his own strongman act, but now he realized he could take it to the next level.
He started tearing them in two.
According to “Joseph L. Greenstein, ‘Mighty Atom’,” The New York Times, Oct. 9, 1977 …
“Joseph L. Greenstein, a five-foot-four-and-a-half, 145-pound vaudevillian and strong man who was known as ‘the Mighty Atom,’ died yesterday at Kingsbrook Jewish Medical Center. He was 84 years old and lived in Brooklyn.
“Mr. Greenstein was noted for performances such as pulling a 32-ton truck and holding back an airplane with his hair. He also bit iron chains in half with his teeth and crushed steel bars over various parts of his body.”
He’s been called “the mightiest little man to have ever walked the earth.”
Adano Ley (Swami Nitty-Gritty) claimed The Mighty Atom was Samson in a past life.
According to Nitty-Gritty …
“The art of bearing pain is necessary for strength. You find this in your soldiers. Those that could bear the pain longer than those who could not survived longer. Those who could not had to take a great deal of chemicals to deaden the pain, and they lost the organs from damage. Those that could bear the pain without chemicals, those organs survived, and they did not have to amputate.”
“Utilizing pain for consciousness is a self-imposed nitrogenous action.”
“Yogananda’s brother was a strongman who used the principle of the wedge to perform many of his feats of strength.”
“The wedge is where the unstoppable force meets the immovable object.”
“With all your strength’ is your breath. Oxygen induces rhythm, vital movement, timing.”
My martial arts instructor stood erect and asked anyone in our class to push him off balance.
None of us succeeded, even the black belts, and certainly not the no-belts like me.
Using only his index fingers, and not leaning into me the slightest, he bulldozed me entirely across the room and up against the wall.
He poked me in the gut with both fingers, knocking the wind out of me, and admonished, “Learn to breathe!”