Reading MM is like riding a funhouse roller coaster in the dark. No matter how scary things get, it is fun. The reason? A lot of joy put into the words. A psychedelic romp through the universe without tedious metaphysical jargon. In spite of the profound issues you explore, reading is delightful.
I love The Mahabharata. A story of complex interconnectedness of people among many lifetimes whose treachery, viciousness, thievery, devotion, murder, rape, passion, hate, revenge and assorted malice envelop passages of soaring spirituality and insight into the ultimate truths about the human condition and sage advice about what we need to put our attention on in order to evolve fastest in this lifetime, the Bhagavad Gita being only the most beautiful and famous. People read it for the stories, get the knowledge
as a side effect.
Similarly, this is what you have created with Mirror Man.
Breathing to release a truth this book is bringing to life through you.
Not ready for it when I started to read months ago, I put it aside knowing there would be the proper time. Then, I was confused by sentences that now flow seamlessly into my consciousness gleaning new insights.
I am completely engrossed in the story of Angelo and Bella-Viola, the
purest description of love I have ever read.
The other night I went to bed, forcing myself to close the book when I finished the chapter on Bella-Viola, thinking . . . . I just read a story that was full of more violence than I have been exposed to in decades . . . . absolutely RAPT!
. . . a mashup of some of the best books I’ve read: Autobiography of a Yogi, The Bhagavad Gita, The Da Vinci Codes and maybe a little Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
I would call the whole book “thought provoking”. Provoking thought about reincarnation: how people live their lives now, and in the continuum. And how we, the reader, fit into this story. How much of our past lives do we know? Or have learned from without knowing?
When I got to page 430 I cried. Around the events just preceding 911, you write: “Many angels were busy behind the scenes arranging last contacts that would, amidst the enormous pain, give the abrupt rupture about to occur a measure of completion, and thus of harmony—over time at least.”
I have had that experience, but until now never the words for it. 14 years ago I was visiting my youngest child, in Oaxaca. She was working with indigenous women, teaching and performing dance. I saw the full, glorious measure of who she was as I lived her life with her for a bit. When the cab was on the sidewalk at 8 am to take me to the airport and back to OR, I wrapped myself around her, and said “I feel like I’ll never see you again.” She said, “Mama, you will always see me.” Two weeks later she was raped and murdered. I consider that brief balm of a love dive immersion into her kick ass life the sort of completion you speak of.
I’m not trying to blow smoke up your ass when I say I find this the best novelization of humanity in the last century, and maybe the most inspirational and reachable speculative fiction in the last five. It’s an alignment primer. It’s also just a really good story.
Three folks, separately, came through my house today. All three picked up the advance reader copy, opened it randomly, read for several minutes, then turned and looked at me with a wide grin. “When’s this coming out?,” each asked.
I told them to also consider the audio version, read by the author, whose
voice fills the air with meaning and grace.
Laugh out loud nuttiness on the good ship SXR. When I stopped laughing, heartrending conflicts lingered. The author’s life story seems masterfully woven in page after page.
I found Mirror Man part philosophy, part time travel, a lengthy parable, and a religious treatise. Toss in reincarnation, and you have a romp over centuries of frolic and adventure.
The writing rings with humor and wordplay, and I found myself rereading sections wishing they had flowed from my own pen.
There is never a restful moment in this high-energy tale and the characters threaten to spring off the page and do a jig in my reading chamber.
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13 thoughts on “Mirror Man”
Reading MM is like riding a funhouse roller coaster in the dark. No matter how scary things get, it is fun. The reason? A lot of joy put into the words. A psychedelic romp through the universe without tedious metaphysical jargon. In spite of the profound issues you explore, reading is delightful.
I love The Mahabharata. A story of complex interconnectedness of people among many lifetimes whose treachery, viciousness, thievery, devotion, murder, rape, passion, hate, revenge and assorted malice envelop passages of soaring spirituality and insight into the ultimate truths about the human condition and sage advice about what we need to put our attention on in order to evolve fastest in this lifetime, the Bhagavad Gita being only the most beautiful and famous. People read it for the stories, get the knowledge
as a side effect.
Similarly, this is what you have created with Mirror Man.
WOW.
I am just breathing.
Breathing to release a truth this book is bringing to life through you.
Not ready for it when I started to read months ago, I put it aside knowing there would be the proper time. Then, I was confused by sentences that now flow seamlessly into my consciousness gleaning new insights.
I am completely engrossed in the story of Angelo and Bella-Viola, the
purest description of love I have ever read.
I was chilled, breathless at the end of page 81.
A fun cast of characters with great stories that teach you lessons.
The other night I went to bed, forcing myself to close the book when I finished the chapter on Bella-Viola, thinking . . . . I just read a story that was full of more violence than I have been exposed to in decades . . . . absolutely RAPT!
. . . a mashup of some of the best books I’ve read: Autobiography of a Yogi, The Bhagavad Gita, The Da Vinci Codes and maybe a little Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
I would call the whole book “thought provoking”. Provoking thought about reincarnation: how people live their lives now, and in the continuum. And how we, the reader, fit into this story. How much of our past lives do we know? Or have learned from without knowing?
When I got to page 430 I cried. Around the events just preceding 911, you write: “Many angels were busy behind the scenes arranging last contacts that would, amidst the enormous pain, give the abrupt rupture about to occur a measure of completion, and thus of harmony—over time at least.”
I have had that experience, but until now never the words for it. 14 years ago I was visiting my youngest child, in Oaxaca. She was working with indigenous women, teaching and performing dance. I saw the full, glorious measure of who she was as I lived her life with her for a bit. When the cab was on the sidewalk at 8 am to take me to the airport and back to OR, I wrapped myself around her, and said “I feel like I’ll never see you again.” She said, “Mama, you will always see me.” Two weeks later she was raped and murdered. I consider that brief balm of a love dive immersion into her kick ass life the sort of completion you speak of.
I’m not trying to blow smoke up your ass when I say I find this the best novelization of humanity in the last century, and maybe the most inspirational and reachable speculative fiction in the last five. It’s an alignment primer. It’s also just a really good story.
As I read it, more people I encountered were smiling with their eyes.
Three folks, separately, came through my house today. All three picked up the advance reader copy, opened it randomly, read for several minutes, then turned and looked at me with a wide grin. “When’s this coming out?,” each asked.
I told them to also consider the audio version, read by the author, whose
voice fills the air with meaning and grace.
Laugh out loud nuttiness on the good ship SXR. When I stopped laughing, heartrending conflicts lingered. The author’s life story seems masterfully woven in page after page.
I found Mirror Man part philosophy, part time travel, a lengthy parable, and a religious treatise. Toss in reincarnation, and you have a romp over centuries of frolic and adventure.
The writing rings with humor and wordplay, and I found myself rereading sections wishing they had flowed from my own pen.
There is never a restful moment in this high-energy tale and the characters threaten to spring off the page and do a jig in my reading chamber.