The following testimonial is from the book "The Law and
the Promise"
The following story illustrates the way in which a lady
prepared her "stately habitation" by imaginatively sleeping in it...
or "dwelling therein":
"A few month ago my husband decided to place our home
on the market. The main object for the move which we had discussed many times
was to find a home large enough for the two of us, my mother and my aunt, in
addition to ten cats, three dogs and one parakeet. Believe it or not, the
contemplated move was my husbands idea as he loved my mother and aunt and said
I was at their house most of the time anyway, so 'why not live together and pay
one tax bill?' I liked the idea tremendously, but I knew that this new home
would have to be something very special in size, location and arrangement as I
insisted on privacy for all concerned.
"So at the moment I was undecided whether to sell our
present home or not, but I didn't argue as I knew quite well from past
experience with imagining that our house would not sell until I stopped
'sleeping' in it. Two months and four or five real estate brokers later, my
husband had given up on the sale of our house and so had the brokers. At this
point I had convinced myself I now wanted the change, so for four nights in my
imagination I went to sleep in the kind of home I would like to own. On the
fifth day, my husband had an appointment at a friends home and while there, met
a stranger who 'just happened' to be
looking for a house in the hills. He was, of course, brought swiftly back to
see our house which he walked through once
and said, "I'll buy it". This didn't' make us very popular
with the brokers, but that was all right with me as I was happy to keep the
broker's commission in the family! We moved within ten days and stayed with my
mother while looking for a new home.
"We listed our requirements with every agent on the
Sunset Strip only (because I wouldn't move out of the area) and each one of
them without exception informed us we were both mad. It was entirely
impossible, they said, to find an older home of English style with two separate
living rooms, separate apartment, a library, and built on a flat knoll with
enough ground space to fence for large dogs--- and located in one particular
area. When we told them the price we would pay for this house they just looked
sad.
"I said that wasn't all we wanted. We wanted wood
paneling all through the house, a huge fireplace, a magnificent view and
seclusion--- no close neighbors, please. At this point the lady agent would
giggle and remind me that there was no such house, but if there were they would
realize five times what we were willing to pay, But I knew there was such a
house --- because my imagination had been sleeping in it, and if I am my
imagination, then I had been sleeping in it.
"by the second week we had exhausted five real estate
offices, and the gentleman in the sixth office was looking a little wild when
one of his partners who had not spoken until then said, 'Why don't you show
them the place up Kings Road?' a third partner in the office laughed sourly and
said," that property isn't' even listed. An besides--- the old lady would
throw you off the property. She's got two acres up there and you know she
wouldn't split.'
"Well, I didn't know what she wouldn't split, but my
interest had been aroused by the street name for I liked that particular area
best of all. So I asked why not just take a look anyway, for laughs, As we
drove up the street and turned off onto a private road, we approached a large
two-story house built of redwood and brick, English in appearance, surrounded
by tall trees and sitting alone and aloof on its own knoll, viewing the city
below from all of its many windows. I felt a peculiar excitement as we walked
to the front door and were greeted by a lovely woman who graciously asked us
in,
"I do not think I breathed for the next minute or two,
for I had walked into the most exquisite room I had ever seen, The solid
redwood walls and the brick of a great fireplace rose to a height of
twenty-eight feet terminating in an arched ceiling joined together by huge
redwood beams, The room was straight out of Dickens, and I could almost her
Christmas carolers singing on the balcony of the upstairs dining room which
looked out over the living room, A great cathedral window gave a view of sky,
mountains and the city far below, and the beautiful old redwood walls glowed in
the sunlight. We were shown through a spacious apartment on the lower floor
with connecting library, separate entrance and separate patio. Two staircases
led upward to a long hall opening into two Separated bedrooms and baths, and at
the end of the hall was-- yes a second living room, opening out onto a second
patio screened by trees, and redwood fencing.
"Built on two acres of beautifully landscaped grounds,
I began to understand what the agent had meant by saying, 'she wouldn't split',
for on one acre stood a large swimming pool and pool house completely separated
from the main house but undoubtedly belonging to it. It did, indeed, seem to be
an impossible situation as we did not want two acres of highly taxable property
plus a swimming pool a block away from the house.
"Before we left, I walked through that magnificent
living room, once more going up the stairs to the dining room balcony. I
turned, and looking down saw my husband standing by the fireplace, pipe in
hand, with an expression of perfect satisfaction on his face. I placed my hands
on the balcony railing and watched him for a moment.
"When we were back in the real estate office, the three
agents were ready to close for the day, but my husband detained them saying,
"Lets make her an offer anyway, Maybe she will split the property. What
can we loose?' One agent left the office
without a word. Another said,' The idea is ridiculous.' The agent we had
originally talked to said,' Forget it. It's a pipe-dream.' My husband is not
easily annoyed but when he is, there is no more stubborn creature on earth. He
was now annoyed. He sat down, slammed his hand on a desk and roared,' It's your
business to to submit offers isn't it?! They agreed that this was so and
finally promised to submit our offer on the property.
"We left, and that night--- in my imagination--- I
stood on that dining room balcony and looked down at my husband by the
fireplace. He looked up at me and said,' Well honey, how do you like our new
home?' I said,'I love it!'. I continued to see that beautiful room and my
husband in it and 'felt' the balcony railing gripped in my hands until I fell
asleep.
"The next day as we were having dinner in my mothers
house, the telephone rang and the agent , in an unbelieving voice, informed me
that we had just bought a house. The owner had split the property right down
the middle, giving us the house and the acre it stood on for the price
offered."
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