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In this collection of bohemian prayers and poetic invocations, God is both terrorist and tech support, head master and masseuse--a "delightfully deranged lover" who brings redemption to even the darkest corners of the psyche. In a world that looks more and more like a psychotropic house party, where "even the spiritual rock stars are slouching in their sofas," Reynolds calls on a God whose compassion doesn't stay in the churches and monasteries, orphanages and soup kitchens, but permeates the whole of creation, inviting an acceptance that extends into dungeons and disasters, private shames and public failings. Nothing is off limits in this little hymnal of the nondual. Corporate greed, sex, terrorists, pollution, death - they're all seen as wily invitations to stop letting thought and emotion tell us who we are and to sense what lies behind all the darkness and drama: a storyless presence in the throes of waking up to itself.
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