Monday, March 14, 2005
EMISSARY OF LOVE: THE PSYCHIC CHILDREN SPEAK TO THE WORLD
by James F. Twyman with a Foreword by Neale Donald Walsch.
That was yesterday's reading material.
Actually it's a good story if "good" means a story that moves along at a comfortable pace and keeps your interest at a high level to the end of the tale.
In this book Twyman discovers the ability to bend spoons with his mind and read other people's thoughts when his vision of a child named Marco touches his finger and gives him "the Gift." It comes with baggage in the form of headaches that he wants to find a cure for, and so he makes yet another trip to Bulgaria in search of his visionsary child. Once there he must find the Orthodox monastery where the psychic children live while simultaneously avoiding the pursuit of the sinister character who wants Twyman to help him find them. Naturally Twyman is successful in both endeavors.
One gets the impression that Twyman would prefer that the reader believe the story is real. He tilts his hand, however, by having his Orthodox monk talk about "Mass" instead of "Divine Liturgy."
I was not moved by his "dream" of a priestless mass in which Twyman consecrates while wearing his altar boy attire. Twyman is an advocate of a priestless faith, and so he places this "mass" in a context where it gets approval in the story.
There was no vision of Maria on this trip into Bulgaria. Our Lady of the Universe was apparently a passing fancy easily replaced by the psychic child Marco. I guess this new apparition was developed in anticipation of the release of the movie "Indigo."
In any case, Neale Donald Walsch sums up the story in his foreword:
And now comes, from this special person [Twyman], a special story. It is a story right out of James Twyman's personal experience. Or is it? Has he made it all up? Is it a figment of his imagination? Has he stretched the truth here and there? Or is it his exact experience down to the last dotted i?
Like the age of a fascinating woman, that is a question one never asks a Master Storyteller. ...
No, no, the question is not, Could this really have happened? The question is, What can I learn from this?
Actually I did learn something...James Twyman, Irish by birth, has mastered that art said to come from kissing a certain stone; and he is making a living from it. He can actually be entertaining so long as he isn't taken seriously.
