Showing posts with label book review. Show all posts
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Sunday, 16 September 2012

How to Rule the World from your Sofa



Picture the scene: a woman is meditating with her husband. This has become regular practice for them since they visited a spiritual guide who told them that they were gifted and would be introduced to their own spirit guide in another realm. They’re just getting their trance on and suddenly, the woman’s head starts to shift about the place in sharp tics as if a swarm of bees has found its way in through her ear. Her head’s really going for it and might spin off at any second, but her husband, rather than trying to wake her or calling an ambulance, grabs a pen and paper and starts to write. Yes, it’s all okay; she’s obviously just spelling out words from another realm with her nose. Who wouldn’t spot that?! And so begins their communication with ‘Abraham’, their guide to all worldly knowledge via the medium of the nose.

How wonderful! I love a good yarn. But this is not fantasy; this is the opening chapter of Ask and It Is Given by Esther and Jerry Hicks. In fact, this is the only section of the book that is written by the pair; the rest comes directly from Abraham who takes control of Esther’s laptop hands to deliver his message to the world.

As you can see from my telling of the story, I’m a little cynical, but the wonderful thing about this book is that it doesn’t matter whether you think they’ve misplaced their marbles or you believe every word; the imparted wisdom is life-changing, exciting, liberating and – above all – realistic.

Let me take a step back from Ask and It Is Given to give you a bit of background. I’ve become a little jaded in my experience of Law of Attraction books, mostly because they make me believe that I’m superwoman and when I try to fly out of the window I inevitably hit the ground. Take The Secret by Rhonda Byrne for example; I have the DVD and the book and I do actually think that the teachings are quite wonderful. If you’re not familiar, the Law of Attraction teaches us that we can have or be anything in the universe that we can possibly imagine – you are in complete control of your life, ask and it shall be delivered, you can run the world from your sofa, etc. etc. Draw a load of noughts on a £10 note, look at it every day, visualise your hands gripping the steering wheel of your new car and the universe will fill your order. Picture yourself as a rockstar and Simon Cowell will randomly knock on your door if you focus on him enough. Wonderful! I’m not saying that any of this is wrong. I 100% believe in the Law of Attraction, but I also believe that some of us have a resistance to receiving. It’s the ‘I can’t do that’, ‘I’m not worthy’, ‘I’ll never have that’. We all have self-defeating behaviours and thoughts, and as wonderfully zingy as The Secret is, it doesn’t cover this in enough depth.

The idea is that we are all energy; everything has a vibration and we need to vibrate at the same frequency as the things we desire to receive them, as if we’re all radios setting ourselves to the right channel. The challenge, as I see it, is that if you’ve spent your whole life broadcasting on ‘Can’t-afford-my-bus-fare-this morning-Hope-there’s-a-special-at-McDonalds-for-lunch FM’, it’s not that easy to switch to ‘fuck-the-bus-Caviar-for-dinner FM’. If you’re a gloomfest of depression, it’s unlikely that you can paint a smile on your chops and suddenly see yourself running through the daisies.

So, back to our friend Abraham. He knows that most of us have had a go at being superheroes and have given up when our tights split. He knows that we believe in the theory and have seen examples of the universe acting on our whim and he wants to help us harness that, gradually and realistically. So, he offers an emotional scale so you can see where you are and where you would like to be and you can take the steps to advance up the levels. You can travel up through ‘Things-are-kind-of-okay FM’ onto ‘Actually-the-world-looks-pretty-amazing-this-morning FM’ until you’re transmitting on the exact frequency of your heart’s innermost desires.  

For me, personally, I’m a ridiculously positive person and usually walk around with a stupid grin on my face, but my life circumstances haven’t quite caught up with the inner joy that I naturally have. It’s amazing that I still feel the glowy warmth of just being me after a year that could diplomatically be labelled ‘interesting’. But there are things that I want (more business, writing success, filthy wodges of cash, a leg that moves without quite as much persuasion, smiles for my dad, good times with my friends, to see amazing sights around the world, a beautiful home, a narrowboat, to always have great ideas). The exercises in the book make me feel that these things are possible for me. We don’t need to drive at full speed towards our desires only to give up when we hit a tree of resistance. We can remove the trees before we start out and then go spinning off into the sunset. My problem has always been that I’m too content and chilled out. If I’ve got a few quid in my pocket and a roof over my head then you’ll probably see me smiling, but there is more out there for me and that wierdie, Abraham, is holding my hand now. I’m expanding every day, ready to receive what is rightfully mine. I can have it all and be all of the things that I want to be. I can do anything, go anywhere, live any life I choose and one day – *rubs hands together in a way that is a little sinister* – I will rule the world from my sofa.




   
 
Diazepam for Sale, the debut novel by Hayley Sherman is now available on Amazon
 
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A fairytale for a prozac nation...
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Sunday, 26 August 2012

My Dentist Thinks I’m a Car and The Crooked God Machine



In the early chapters of my new book, The Applauding Coat Factory, the main character has an ancient car and when he opens the door to get in or out, it sounds as if the creaking is saying ‘Shoooees!!’ in a desperate, drawn-out plea; as if it wants him to paint it pink, replace its tyres with heels and finally free it from this car-ish nightmare; as if it really never wanted to be a car at all. Now, I am a lady (although I don’t really enjoy heels and the like), but imagine the knots that appeared in my head when (only weeks after writing this) I went to see a new dentist and found that he seems to think I’m a car. That’s the only explanation I can find for it. He didn’t particularly want to talk to me, even though I have a reasonable grasp on which teeth hurt. He sat me down, jacked me up energetically, pumping with his foot and then walked around me, stroking his chin, obviously calculating the cash-to-dim-woman ratio. But it was at this point that my car-ish nightmare really began. There was no ‘Open wide’. He cranked opened my bonnet, clanked around with his tools and I swear there was a faint smell of petrol. And his hands moved so quickly and brutally. When I think about it now, I imagine myself pinned to the chair by those hands with my arms and legs kicking out in all directions. Strangely, the only noise I seemed able to make sounded a lot like ‘Shoooeeess!!’

This whole ‘my dentist thinks I’m a car’ thing fits in quite neatly with the book I’m reading at the moment, The Crooked God Machine. For a start, it’s a gruelling, often horrifying read set against a charred landscape where death is commonplace and God is on every channel, screaming for the people of Edgewater to repent (okay, so the connection is a loose one!) There are monsters and deadheads, hell shuttles and every character is hideously damaged. The real connection, however, and my reason for bringing it up is that the author, Autumn Christian (great name), is a master of surreal description. The true horror of this book is in the details, the language, which I found myself swimming in rather than reading.

‘I curled up against her ribcage and tried to guess how many birds could hide inside her bones.’

What a beautifully horrific sentiment. I don’t think I’ve ever read such engaging, languid language in such a hopeless context. Everything is wrong in this book. In fact, it’s been so dark and so wrong for so long that it’s now commonplace and no one even reacts anymore. As a reader you begin to feel the same way. Reading about the baby who chews off his own thumb and spits it against the wall in the beginning of the book bent my stomach out of shape, but after many more hours in Christian’s company, I felt as desensitised as the residents of Edgewater. Every description was a pair of bloody dentist’s hands in my mouth that I couldn’t bite off so I may as well accept. Horror isn’t particularly my bag, but the dystopia that the author has created made the book unputdownable and beneath this desperate world is a story of love and spirit. Highly recommended!     

Incidentally, I’ve got to go back to the dentist in a few weeks for treatment and I really hope there’s a different mechanic on that day.
Also incidentally, I’ve just read that Autumn Christian was born in the late eighties of all things. Really makes me wonder what I’ve been doing with my time.  




   
 
Diazepam for Sale, the debut novel by Hayley Sherman is now available on Amazon
 
Time travel as a cure for depression, the Mods and Rockers on the West Pier, a vengeful Sat Nav lady, a seagull-stalked Frank Sinatra and Diazepam for sale... 
A fairytale for a prozac nation...
Fiction for a world that doesn't behave the way it should....

www.hayley-sherman.co.uk  





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