Manifesting Michelangelo

Can you say “hokum”? Or is that “bunkum”? All I know is, is that I kept asking “seriously?”, “really”?

It just doesn't add up, and if you know me you know I'm pretty much an open-minded seeker..but even I can only open my mind so far.

1. His dad was the Marlboro Man and the author seems to worship him but it feels like there were issues.
2. Mr. Farrell is a purported healer. If he were able to do all of these miraculous things one would think we might have heard of him before this book...along with most of the rest of the world.
3. His biggest healing talents seem to be for noses. He “heals” a gargoyles nose, gives a woman cosmetic surgery for her nose, and heals a severely disfigured gentleman's nose. Oh yeah he also does the cancer, broken bones, confined to a wheel chair and helping someone to rise and walk every day miracles also.
4. This next bit I would never repeat because of the hot blemish of embarrassment I would feel every time I related the story. It seems Mr. Farrell was at a friends party and the apartment next door burst into flames. His highly advanced spiritual friend didn't want to let the fire department break down his trellis so they could save the apartment next door (drop famous person's name in here as the owner of the apartment) because he was having a contingent of monks (may have been the dalai lama) over for a meet and greet the next week. The friend then burst into sobs when the firemen broke down his trellis because now his party was just ruined. Mr. Farrell saves the day by rebuilding the trellis and gets blessed by a monk. I'm sorry but, WTF folks cry me a freaking river.

Ok. I've wasted enough time on this. BOTTOM LINE - Just say no.

P.S. I'm sure that I will be branded as non-evolved, non-believing, jealous, snarky, and other terms for being so harsh on this book...frankly I can live with that.