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Sándor Fábry, the presenter, seemed to be rather sceptical and he even gave voice to it. But all resistance was in vain – his body was stiffened by the “magician”. Yet, it still didn’t convince him, he kept doubting – but he was struck dumb of what happened to him next…
“This evening, my guest is the one with the highest bioenergy in the world, someone blessed with paranormal abilities. During his Guinness record in 2000, he placed a disk weighing 57.6 kg [127 lbs] on László Fekete’s chest, with the help of his bioenergy. Recently, however, he tried to set another Guinness record with a greater weight.
“On the stage of Showder – the psychic László Harasztosi!
“Good evening! First, is it true that you can splendidly cure diseases of the joints?”
(Mr. Harasztosi transfers energy in a couple of minutes into Mr. Fábry’s sick members.)
“How do you convince the unbelievers of your abilities? As far as I know, it will have something to do with two chairs with backs.”
“Yes, I’m going to stiffen you between the two chair-backs.” (He stretches out Mr. Fábry horizontally between the two chairs – using his energy – so that his head is on one chair, his feet are on the other, and he still won’t collapse. To prove the verity of the experiment, he even stands a little child on his stomach.)
“Is it true that you had negotiations with oil companies that you should look for oil for them?”
“It is a business secret! Even if NASA had sought me, I wouldn’t tell you!”
“Is it true that your energy works even if you are not in the same room as your subjects?”
“Yes, they will do what I tell them, even if I am not present.”
“Let’s see!”
(Mr. Harasztosi calls 3-5 people to the stage out of those previously selected, and he makes them stand next to each other. He then leaves the stage and goes to the scene-dock in the back, followed by a hand-held camera. When he says “lean forward” or “lean back”, the given person will lean on the stage despite his or her will. Mr. Fábry and the assistants help the people not to fall or hurt themselves. They will fall down without any resistance like a piece of wood.)
(Mr. Harasztosi comes back to the stage.)
“Has it ever happened that someone fell and had their head splashed?”
“This kind of thing hasn’t happened yet, but I was training not long ago for my new record attempt in a high school in Eger. I knocked down two boys – they caught one but they didn’t really manage to catch the other, he almost hit his head. What’s more, that was the boy I stretched out in the end. In for a penny, in for a pound!”
“And how do you do the weight-covering stunt? Would you mind showing it?”
“Shall I? Then you’ll need to take off your vest and your shirt. But it only works on a hairless chest!”
“I’m facing it!”
“Now, trampling the good old Newton’s theory in the mud, I’m going to put a complete set on you just like a table is supposed to look at a romantic rendezvous: a fork, a knife, a spoon, a plate, a glass, and a bottle of champagne, so that they should stay on you, defying gravity.”
(He places the objects on Mr. Fábry’s chest one by one, and they stay on it. As an extra, he puts there the rest of the cutlery and, at the request of the showman, he adds some two or three more bottles of wine.)
(Mr. Fábry puts on his clothes.)
“Well, it’d be pretty hard to outdo! But can you maybe do the same with other objects?”
“Yes, like with an iron. Shall I show it?”
(He chooses a man with a hairless chest out of the spectators; he takes off his shirt. Mr. Harasztosi puts two irons on his chest.)
“You have recently broken your own Guinness record. How many kilograms did you manage to move?”
“I placed disks weighing altogether 60 kg [132 lbs] on a human chest, using merely the energy of the cosmos.”
“Would you demonstrate it on me, too?”
“With pleasure! But I’m afraid even if you have Europe’s most beautiful male chest, it wouldn’t carry such weights.”
“Then put such a big one as it can carry!”
(Mr. Harasztosi asks for a palm-sized disk with small weight, and puts it on Mr. Fábry’s bare chest. It will be the first Showder record.)
Ladies and gentlemen, you have seen Hungary’s number one psychic, László Harasztosi!
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