They were brought into a room with a goat. The soldier had to sit, focus his "chi," stare into the goat’s eyes, and stop its heart using only the power of his intention.
Ray slumped against the fence, defeated. "So I can’t kill a goat with my mind?" The Men Who Stare At Goats
The goat didn't look particularly evil. It looked bored. It was chewing on the remnants of a cigarette butt, its yellow eyes scanning the high desert of Fort Bragg with the detached malaise of a creature that had seen too much military hardware and not enough grass. They were brought into a room with a goat
The Men Who Stare at Goats is both a 2004 non-fiction investigative book by journalist Jon Ronson focus his "chi