Sunday, February 18, 2007
Many Lives, Many Masters - tee hee hee
Many Lives, Many Masters, is a title sure to catch the eye of one in search of another dimension. I myself have considered the title Time: The Aliens’ Companion in Abduction. The two spellbinding titles are comparable in that the contents of neither can be confirmed or denied.
Brian Weiss’ role in his text provides him the cloak and shield he requires to be absolved of answers to poignant interrogation; specifically doctor - patient confidentiality. As a physician Weiss cannot reveal his client/patient’s true identity. Simultaneously he is able to refrain from imparting an answer on the grounds that it could expose his client/patient relationship. Brian Weiss’s Many Lives, Many Masters is a poor rendition of some of the works of mediocre science fiction novelists.
“Subtle chills darted through the evening air. I chose to close and lock the windows throughout the house. The long, brocade drapes were drawn shut to deter the chill on the windows from tainting the warm air strategically trapped inside the house. The last light was switched off leaving the bedroom with the green glow of the clock radio. Hmm. One o’clock AM, I mused. One o’clock? But I went to bed at ten. My thoughts were interrupted with a warm summer breeze. The drape lifted and tickled my hair and back. I thought I closed the window. I felt the warm sunshine. It was shining in my bedroom. Everything was the color of the sun. Voices in my head repeated in a whisper, “She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet.” Finally a tonal change, “There is no reason to fear.”
“The windows were closed when I went to bed.” I mumbled with extraordinary effort.
“We can hear you. You don’t need to speak. We can hear you. We will keep you safe.”
The creatures that surrounded my bed were cloaked in the color of the sun.”……………..Did I ever tell you about my close encounters of a third kind? They’re very real. You don’t doubt me do you? I swear, like Weiss, that everything I have written is true.
Weiss’ client Catherine may have had past lives or Catherine may have been channeling information from the past. Perhaps the Walrus was right when he said, “I am you, and you are me, and we are all together.” (Lennon & McCartney) We could be quite able to pick up the knowledge of the past through energy left behind by those who have gone before us. We could already be “dead, ” although I’m not certain what dead is for we are energy. Remember our science labs where we learned energy cannot be created or destroyed? Hence there is no death.
“To be in the physical state is abnormal.” (Weiss, p. 121) Are these gems of wisdom insightful, or redundant from philosophers past and present? This is certainly not profound, nor is “Energy…everything is energy.” Scientists and philosophers both concur on this point. (Weiss, p. 121) What is curious is what follows: “So much (energy) is wasted.” (Weiss, p. 121) My curiosity is peaked. If energy cannot be created or destroyed then how is it wasted?
The selfishness of Weiss’ experiment was astounding. His decision to put Catherine under hypnosis is driven by his desire to derive more information for himself. When she grows weary of her efforts he asks, “Is there more I should learn?” (Weiss, p.112) The woman is exhausted, but Weiss’ greed for knowledge is unquenchable. (It would be delightful to learn that all the voices that were pumped through Catherine came from the anti-Christ.) Catherine refuses to hear the tape recordings he has made of her trances, and Weiss placates his tremendous ego with “This is for you, not for her.” (Weiss, p. 91) Really? And are the profits from the sale of the book, the media appearances and interviews; are they to share with the woman who produced Weiss’s fame? Weiss’ text raised many unanswered questions, but then that is his game. Catherine’s past lives were trials as is her present life. It is difficult for to accept Weiss’ decision to regress his client. The use of regression therapy on a person of abuse is equivalent to bringing a lit blowtorch into an unlit storage closet where dynamite is scattered haphazardly. Why would an educated doctor perform his duties irresponsibly? Perhaps to sacrifice an insignificant Catherine for the greater good of Brian Weiss, M.D? Perhaps the “M.D.” in Brian’s case stands for mad dog.
Brian Weiss’ role in his text provides him the cloak and shield he requires to be absolved of answers to poignant interrogation; specifically doctor - patient confidentiality. As a physician Weiss cannot reveal his client/patient’s true identity. Simultaneously he is able to refrain from imparting an answer on the grounds that it could expose his client/patient relationship. Brian Weiss’s Many Lives, Many Masters is a poor rendition of some of the works of mediocre science fiction novelists.
“Subtle chills darted through the evening air. I chose to close and lock the windows throughout the house. The long, brocade drapes were drawn shut to deter the chill on the windows from tainting the warm air strategically trapped inside the house. The last light was switched off leaving the bedroom with the green glow of the clock radio. Hmm. One o’clock AM, I mused. One o’clock? But I went to bed at ten. My thoughts were interrupted with a warm summer breeze. The drape lifted and tickled my hair and back. I thought I closed the window. I felt the warm sunshine. It was shining in my bedroom. Everything was the color of the sun. Voices in my head repeated in a whisper, “She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet. She’s not ready yet.” Finally a tonal change, “There is no reason to fear.”
“The windows were closed when I went to bed.” I mumbled with extraordinary effort.
“We can hear you. You don’t need to speak. We can hear you. We will keep you safe.”
The creatures that surrounded my bed were cloaked in the color of the sun.”……………..Did I ever tell you about my close encounters of a third kind? They’re very real. You don’t doubt me do you? I swear, like Weiss, that everything I have written is true.
Weiss’ client Catherine may have had past lives or Catherine may have been channeling information from the past. Perhaps the Walrus was right when he said, “I am you, and you are me, and we are all together.” (Lennon & McCartney) We could be quite able to pick up the knowledge of the past through energy left behind by those who have gone before us. We could already be “dead, ” although I’m not certain what dead is for we are energy. Remember our science labs where we learned energy cannot be created or destroyed? Hence there is no death.
“To be in the physical state is abnormal.” (Weiss, p. 121) Are these gems of wisdom insightful, or redundant from philosophers past and present? This is certainly not profound, nor is “Energy…everything is energy.” Scientists and philosophers both concur on this point. (Weiss, p. 121) What is curious is what follows: “So much (energy) is wasted.” (Weiss, p. 121) My curiosity is peaked. If energy cannot be created or destroyed then how is it wasted?
The selfishness of Weiss’ experiment was astounding. His decision to put Catherine under hypnosis is driven by his desire to derive more information for himself. When she grows weary of her efforts he asks, “Is there more I should learn?” (Weiss, p.112) The woman is exhausted, but Weiss’ greed for knowledge is unquenchable. (It would be delightful to learn that all the voices that were pumped through Catherine came from the anti-Christ.) Catherine refuses to hear the tape recordings he has made of her trances, and Weiss placates his tremendous ego with “This is for you, not for her.” (Weiss, p. 91) Really? And are the profits from the sale of the book, the media appearances and interviews; are they to share with the woman who produced Weiss’s fame? Weiss’ text raised many unanswered questions, but then that is his game. Catherine’s past lives were trials as is her present life. It is difficult for to accept Weiss’ decision to regress his client. The use of regression therapy on a person of abuse is equivalent to bringing a lit blowtorch into an unlit storage closet where dynamite is scattered haphazardly. Why would an educated doctor perform his duties irresponsibly? Perhaps to sacrifice an insignificant Catherine for the greater good of Brian Weiss, M.D? Perhaps the “M.D.” in Brian’s case stands for mad dog.
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