My first book (not Walking Like Einstein) was, well, a bit rough. I mean, likely hard to follow. I do write on some crazy-tough subjects, and that should explain a lot of why things are hard to follow. But that first book was more the rantings of a spirit-crazed man taking flight for the first time.
I liken my first book to me speaking in tongues, perhaps needing an interpreter. Actually, I just consider it a sign of the times. People were still caught up in the way things had always been done—liberated, but not free, and therefore not really searching.
Then came “Walking Like Einstein.” Assuming that the search was on, that the illusion of hippie freedoms turned to liberal hypocrisy was passing, Walking Like Einstein was a bridge.
The book comes in two parts or sections: Part One, the unfolding example of my own deliverance from that illusion of a liberated world and the letdown that came with it; and Part two, then includes the spiritual find necessary to bridge the chasm to actual freedom.
I might warn you, some with little patience for Part One and wanting to get to Part Two, wrote bad reviews. Alternatively, patience is advised—after all, God has been patient with us all during our own Part One. Reminisce with me in Part One, therefore, or cringe—but that is the bridge we all endure before crossing over. You don’t owe it to me, you owe it to yourself.
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