Looking Beyond is supposed to be a guide for teens to the spiritual world. Even if that were somehow a legitimate topic, I still couldn't recommend this book - it is primarily full of obvious platitudes, too cliché to merit publishing. It's not organized very well, either, and jumps from one vague sentiment to another. So, if you were wishing there was a book that feels like a compendium of all the fortune cookies that don't actually tell your fortune, then here you go.
James Van Praagh claims to be a psychic medium - someone who can communicate with the dead. He says that he has seen ghosts since he was a kid - just like The Sixth Sense, but the ghosts always happy and positive. That is certainly not the end of the movie references - he also claims to be pulling us out of The Matrix. And my personal favorite: "Could there be alien life forms right her on our planet? Of course there are. Wasn't that what they were trying to tell us in the movie Men in Black?"
If he truly saw dead people all the time as he grew up, then it's impossible to believe his story that he didn't know what a medium was or pursue the spiritual world until he became an adult. Keep your story straight, buddy! One might expect from the premise of the book that he'd be giving instructions to do what he does as a medium. There's shockingly little of that - really, only the repeated recommendation that one be open to intuitive experience and not be discouraged by little things like disconfirming evidence. As Van Praagh says, "Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to."
Again, this is aimed at teens, and Van Praagh frequently talks down to his audience while trying to conjure relevant examples. This produces lines like: "Laughter actually transforms your body chemistry for the better. And anyway, you don't want to grow up and have all those frown lines on your forehead." Or, "Just imagine what it would be like if you could use TV or Nintendo to help you understand what's going on in your life..." His examples are flat and unspecific, and the characters and stories he mentions feel entirely contrived. For example: "Candace had been overweight since the age of ten. When she was in junior high, kids called her 'Fat Ass' or 'Pig Girl.'" The story goes on, but trust me... there's no reason to suspect Candace is someone Van Praagh really knew.
Analogies are also not his strong, suit, especially when he tries to incorporate basic science knowledge. "Remember that you're an energy being and energy is always in motion." Yeah, that's deep. And we are all carbon beings, and carbon forms intricate lattices. How does that apply to me? "Love is the energy that holds everyone and everything together. It's invisible like the air we breath. We don't question air, so why would we doubt love?" And my favorite: "If you order a cheeseburger, the universe knows the difference between cheeseburgers and tacos, so it doesn't bring you a plate of tacos."
There is no good reason to believe that anyone can converse with the dead, let alone James Van Praagh. Even if he could, this would still be an insipid book unworthy of your time.