Alice Rose Morgan, who has been giving psychic readings over the telephone long before it became a trend, has a friendly nickname for the spirits guiding her-“spooks.” At their urging, she has poured seventy-one years of acquired wisdom into this eye-opening book, answering questions about psychic phenomena, soul groups, the nature of God, and our purpose on earth. Her amazing stories-true-life experiences of her own and her callers-illuminate the strange and past life memories, messages from loved ones yet to be born or already passed on, psychic healing, karmic backlash, and countless lessons from the astral plane. This psychic grandmother's sparkling humor and warmth shines through as she gives sound advice on finding love, dealing with death, using affirmations, and understanding our objective for this incarnation. She also shares practical tips for healing, communicating with the departed, solving problems through dreams, and uncovering our innate psychic skills.
Since Mystic Alice calls her spirit guides "spooks", and uses poker cards to do readings, one could only expect a free-spirited book, right? Not quite! I'm afraid our mystic is shackled with guilt, and has presented one of the most parochial, if not vengeful, views of karma I've ever read. According to her, she kept saying "give me a break" one week, at which time her spooks then broke her arm because she asked for it!
She says our own "spooks" are forever testing us to see if we will commit some sin we committed in a past life . . . sort of like souls on parole. "Spooks" are right! How meaningless could life be? One can only conclude Mystic Alice is not as far removed from her Catholic upbringing as she believes. Like many "New Age" souls, she appears to have taken an organized religion, complete with all its guilt, and simply recreated it as a New Age philosophy.
One can only hope that one day she'll save some of the empathy she gives others for herself, and stop feeling so guilty and punished for negative thoughts. If an "eye for an eye" is not an acceptable justice system for any civilized country in the world, why is it considered an acceptable practice for one's God or one's "spooks"?
As a witch who works with spirits of all varieties, I really wanted to enjoy this book. I wanted to enjoy the perspective of an older woman who's been talking to dead people forever - I guess I just didn't expect her 'advice' and expertise to come packaged up with a whole buttload of Christian-inspired fear mongering and guilt tripping.
The first thing that really got me is her overzealous use of the term 'spooks' - for those not in the know, spook was (maybe still is...) a derogatory term used to describe a black men who were perceived to be "up to no good". I feel like this term was largely used in the South, and if is still in rotation today, probably only with older folks. Like the author....
Anyways, so that rubs me the wrong way a bit.
She talks a lot about Karma, but seems to have appropriated it from its Hindu roots and then shook it loose of any context. She's also a huge supporter of the Law of Return - which I think is a lot woo-woo s**t. She uses that idea to scare us readers into being afraid to look over our shoulder, in case our 'return' is just about to get us, whether good or bad. She seems to think that the idea of return is literal too - like, if you accidentally run over an animal with your car YOU will get run over someday. It's really not like that - any 'return' is a lot more complex and usually much more internal. If you ran over your neighbor's cat, there's no need for you to suffer the same fate - likely you're already feeling really awful about the whole ordeal and that feeling is going to stick with you for a while until you take action and do something about it. There's the return...
BUT - it was her section on suicide and free will that was really rank with Christian-style guilt, fear mongering, and an absolute display of her lack of understanding when it comes to mental illness and its effects on people. I don't care what she says about "choosing your life path before you incarnate" or "Oh no, you'll disrupt your soul group and make everybody really upset at the change" - NOBODY chooses to live with something like depression, anxiety, bipolar, etc. Nobody. And it is absolutely NOT their fault if they are suffering from something like this - they didn't 'choose' it, its not their fate, and they shouldn't feel like it's their path either. All that does is make people, like me, feel bad about our situation and that it's our fault and we don't deserve help.
You can't just reason people out of wanting to die. It doesn't work like that - most people who are considering suicide have been dealing with their predicament for YEARS and nothing's helped. They're not at a mental place where they can care what happens or to whom. Trying to guilt someone out of killing themselves or trying to scare them away from it is not only cruel, it's insensitive. The author really should have approached this section with more understanding and compassion.
Overall....I did not enjoy this book. Her views were very perpendicular to my experiences with spirit work and the astral. I guess I just have to accept that everyone's perspective while in human form will differ.
I am not one to suffer New Age Squick lightly, though I love New Age Fluff. The difference between Squick and Fluff can be a hard line to see for some of my readers, but I define it thusly: If a book features endless accounts of people putting themselves in hardcore danger because us Westerners are too arrogant to see things correctly, it is Squick.
Now, if a book seems like it was written by your sweet granny, and includes a mish mash of world religion presented in a respectful, though at times baffling way, and the person writing it seems more like they have your best interests at heart rather than pushing a bizarre agenda that involves but is not limited to dead scientists on the planet Marduk telling us how to live, then you are dealing with New Age Fluff. Calls to Mystic Alice is New Age Fluff, and fun Fluff at that, the sort of Fluff that doesn't leave you feeling greasy and smelling of cigarette smoke the way reading Sylvia Browne does. Read the rest at: http://ireadoddbooks.com/?p=245