Of all the metaphysical books I've read, and I've read very many, this is the worst, the lamest. Something for a non-believer to hold up in the air and cry out, "This. This is why we say you folks are fools." Ok, that could be harsh, especially after I read the rave reviews on amazon. And the one poor review that got tons of rebuttals. Wow. The author has written about 100 books, and how many ways can you say the same thing? This book for me is one of those caricatures of mysticals who wear flowing robes, jeweled turbans, talk in parables, and call themselves these lofty, made-up names. As one who searches out the hidden or not so hidden jewels in these books, I come away with a handful of stones. (The half star is because the first section started off pretty interestingly.) Phooey.
