“His book “What Dreams May Come” was a New Age hippie fest.”
Hippies are truly wonderful in their time and place. I remember a lovely Bard College blond whom I pothgtaphed standing on a rock in a trout stream, dressed in a dark green full length gown she designed and made. The rest of what turned out, in retrospect, to be one of the most wonderful days of my life, will remain untyped.
However, to assume what most hippies believed is to be a perpetual teen, not an adult.
Not surprisingly, she was a woman seeking a soulmate and a husband. The “Woodstock Nation” trashy pseudophilosophy resulted in many lives being diminished due to those faulty premises.
I must here not the guilt of the New Yuk Slimes, which trumped the arrival of “Wooddstock Nation” as a subtle shilling of the communism they had pushed for generations. What would not have sold directly, was sold indirectly. “Those are not irresponsible, self centered fornicating freaks, those are the “Age of Aquarius” citizens showing us the way to the future.
Bah! Humbuggery!
And Himbuggery!
And Herbuggery, too!
the idea of letting loose and having a good time is great, but it was taken to a toxic extreme.
One minute flowers, the next minute acid trips and violence.
Looking back I think it glamorized suicide in an unhealthy way and really badmouthed Christians.
In one passage a woman who was a devout Christian was happily in her garden and telling the main character how wonderful heaven was and how she had told him time and time again, but the inside monologue was “there is more,” as if a woman in heaven shouldn’t be content working on a dream garden.
Then there was the last scene, where the character (Chris) was getting himself rest after going through hell and a man was shouting about how he wanted to be taken to meet Christ, but the guide ended up saying how close minded the Christian was, as if wanting to see Christ was narrow minded.