There’s A Spiritual Solution To Every Problem, by Wayne W. Dyer
According to the author, if it is permitted to paraphrase his argument, there’s a spiritual solution to every problem, and that is to either pretend that it doesn’t exist or to get away from it so that it does not disturb your inner peace or positive energy or to bombard it with love and positive energy until it disappears. Come to think of it, that’s how I try to solve my interpersonal problems, but that is another subject for another time. According to this book’s logic, that which is evil or fallen does not really exist, and so therefore this book and the arguments of this author do not exist either. But that is perhaps being too harsh to this author, since it is clear that the arguments of the author do exist, and the author’s passionate invective against focusing on the negative or having attachment to the affairs of this world are themselves mere shadows, for writing a book where one seeks to critique others is certainly a matter of focusing on the negative, and if one did not really care about how others thought one would not go to the effort of trying to change opinions by writing a book such as this one. As is often the case when one takes a tour through New Age literature , the words and the actions simply fail to line up because the authors involved are so deep in denial about reality that they cannot even see themselves for who and what they are.
Most of what is necessary to know about the book is present in its structure, which shows this slightly more than 250 page book divided into two roughly equal halves, the first half dealing with New age mystical principles derived from the yoga aphorisms of Patanjali, and the second half a rumination on a prayer of St. Francis of Assisi through the light of Buddhist-tinged New Age thought. There is a lot of discussion about one’s aura and energy field, about low frequency and high frequency vibrations, about being at peace with oneself and owning all of the evil in the world and not seeking to place blame or responsibility on anyone else. Throughout the book there are a few scriptures cited, but they are cited without qualification, out of context, and often in service to beliefs so originally evil that they could have come straight out of Satan’s arguments to Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden, including a denial that death exists, a claim that one needs to experience something in order to understand it that is told with an example of eating mangos, and a denial of the existence of evil and Satan whatsoever, and a claim that whatsoever one sets one’s heart to one will find, as if God had no independent will or plan of His own but merely was a genie granting what was passionately desired by someone. The sheer diabolical nature of such arguments as this book has are surely not accidental, and they are likely not part of the design of the author himself, but rather the natural result of emptying one’s mind, denying oneself the check of contrary opinions that comes when one shuts oneself off to criticism because of one’s itching ears for false teachers, and believing oneself to be already pure and godlike rather than simply on a quest to become more like God.
It would be too facile to state that this book was worthless, because its worth in reminding us that some aspects of the author’s argument hold great appeal for people, and that this book and many like it are appeals to a type of pietism that serves those who spread evil in this world by discouraging that evildoers face any responsibility for their actions whatsoever. This is the sort of book that encourages the passive side of a satanic dialectic while those who are active in the support of evil and inflict that suffering upon others serve as the other side of that dialectic. This book does not have any call for justice, or any call for empathy or dealing with reality, but rather is a flight into illusion and self-deception, to pretend that evil and darkness do not exist so long as one has a powerful enough ability to deny the reality of life in a fallen world. To call this book or its author Pollyannaish is an insult to Pollyanna. Nevertheless, in a world where evil is so entrenched and so powerful, and where there is no desire to repent or turn one’s heart to God and change one’s own ways, this book’s call to a life of fantasy and illusion and denying unpleasant reality is certainly appealing to many. That does not make it truth, but it also gives us an understanding at least of where some people are coming from and where some people live their lives in a flight from unhappy and unpleasant truths that would otherwise shake them to the core of their existence, and remind them that they are not eternal beings but are mortal beings with a short life and subject to eternal judgment for how they have lived their lives on this mortal plane. There’s a spiritual solution to every problem, but it is not found in this book, or in any books like this one.
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