Tak toto je velice silná a inspirativní kniha!
Tohle by měli přeložit do češtiny.
Kdo má vážnou nemoc a bojuje se smrtí, tak tohle by si měl určitě přečíst, pokud zvládá angličtinu.
Ná té knize je nádherne, jak je v ní uplně opačný příběh, než nám předkládá Louis Hay a přitom zanechává totální lásku a odvahu po přečtení.
A autor Ken Wilber napadá spoustu new age teorii o tom jak se má člověk chovat tváří smrti.. realita je naprosto odlišná od teorie.
Posuďte sami z recenzí.
Recenze 1:
An extraordinary story which makes such a welcome and necessary change from the superficial and happy-clappy stories about illness that all have such happy endings. This has a sad, powerful, truthful, enlightening ending. Treya dies, just like nearly all cancer patients and yet her dying IS meaningful, but not in the New Age way of "its all just your karma, or a life lesson you have brought upon yourself" - puke!
The philosophy is outstanding. Highly intelligent and compassionate. No-one I have ever read about worked at hard as getting her spirit well (in case that might cure her cancer) as Treya and yet she dies. A definitive repost indeed to all the Caroline Myss and Louise Hay's of the world. I have grown deeply angry with the "you can heal your life/ you create your own reality" approaches as I struggle with (I hope) grace and grit through my own, possibly terminal, illness. This book is a rare shining example of truth - bright, brilliant, loving truth - in amongst the heap of self-righteous publications out there.
Read it to be moved. To be enlightened. To grow in wisdom and courage.
Ukázka z knihy:
Friends and family often wondered, is she being unrealistic—shouldn't she be worrying? fretting? unhappy? But the fact is, by living in the present, by refusing to live in the future, she began exactly to live consciously with death. Think about it: death, if anything, is the condition of having no future. By living in the present, as if she had no future, she was not ignoring death, she was living it. And I was trying to do the same. I thought of that beautiful quote from Emerson:
These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time for them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.
And that is exactly what Treya was doing. If and when death came, she would deal with it then, not now. There's a great Zen koan on this. A student comes to a Zen Master and asks, 'What happens to us after death?' And the Zen Master says, 'I don't know.' The student is aghast. 'You don't know?! You're a Zen Master!' 'Yes, but not a dead one."
Recenze 2:
This is Ken Wilber's most personal book. In it he tells the story of his relationship with Treya, who became his wife four months after they met. Ten days after the wedding, she was diagnosed with a breast cancer of the fiercest kind. This is revealed to us by page thirty, the remaining three hundred and eighty pages recount the five years leading up to Treya's death.
Needless to say, there was no time to mess about in this relationship. The permanent shadow of death threw Ken and Treya quickly into the depths of their most dark and luminous recesses. In these depths there is an incredibly strong bond between two great souls, who happen to be a man and a woman.
They therefore had to deal with gender issues: her dependency, her breast being removed, the impossibility of her having a child, his decision to stop working in order to support her, his emotional withdrawal, his drinking, and his violence. These are milestones strewn along a path that took them through a radical transformation.
My emotions followed their journey. My hope rose with theirs, my anger and despair rushed out as the disease was recurring, my heart opened when Treya's beautiful sprit rose as her body was decaying.
Ken's account is intertwined with Treya's diary. Her will to heal, the power of her love of life, and, in the end, her death have been carrying me and made my little daily ailments seem so petty.
Ken adds some of his key teachings which come alive illustrated by his experience during these five years. He challenges strongly New Age beliefs about how one makes oneself sick, and, fortified by his experience, he gives advice to people who find themselves in the role of supporting another. When I closed this book I was sobbing very profoundly, and I knew I had read the most beautiful book I will read in my life.
Recenze 3:
I'll admit it. I've written a lot of five star reviews. I tend to comment when I have praise to offer. This book just took me to a whole new level of appreciation for a writer. It's like the difference between, "Yes, I think you are a lovely person" and "There isn't one thing about you which I don't find absolutely loveable."
I urge you to buy this book, and expand your own vision of what is possible: in a loving relationship, as one approaches the end of this physical existence, and within the human heart and soul.
This book woke me up. It reminded me about Love. (Saying that, the words seem so inadequate) The truth is, I can't come close to conveying the Love which comes through in this book. Its personal love directed toward a wife, a husband, a family. It's universal Love which calls to you to find your way home. It beckons "Promise you will find me again."
I just finished reading the last chapter, and I cried and cried. I remembered what it was like when my mom died. Dannion Brinkley said that when someone dies, the doors to Heaven open up, and energy flows in both directions. I'll second that. My mothers death was one of the most sacred experiences of my life.
Reading this, I also remembered Love. A friend of mine used to tease his wife. She would say "Honey, do you love me?" And he would respond, "Only when I stop and think about it." Love is like that isn't it? If we don't stop and become present to Love, then Love isn't present in our awareness, and that which isn't present in our awareness isn't real to us in the present moment. At best, it is a myth about a "Once upon a time/somewhere someday" experience.
This book, and especially the last chapter increased my awareness of Love so dramatically, I felt like I just woke up. And then it repeated the experience. I just kept waking up to more and more love. I am overflowing with humble gratitude for the gift that reading this book is to me.
Thank you Ken. Thank you Treya. Thanks for reminding me of what I live for.
I have a request of you the reader. If you do nothing else, go to a bookstore and read the last chapter. I promise that if you are anything like me, it will flat out blow you away. Your reading that chapter will further the conversation of freedom. It will further the conversation of Love as a present moment reality. And it will further the conversation of death being beautiful in its own way, at its own time.
You will not regret the time invested. I promise.
