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One And The Golden Circle by Don Allen Beene pub:
iUniverse. 294 page enlarged paperback. Price: £15.99 (UK), $18.95 (US),
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Blane
Macbain and his dear friend Bob Macintosh go up to Blane's Canadian cabin to do
some fishing. They're not there for a retreat, more an enlightenment into the
new ground-breaking research that Bob has undertaken, whilst supposedly in retirement.
The research involves ancestral regression using cenads located on the
chromosomes of a human subject, taking the subject once injected back to the point
of the maker himself. During their time away Blane and Bob meet two
like-minded women, thirty years their junior, that they fall in love with. Steamy
love affairs begin in the physical and eventual transpire in Blane's astral life
and romance ensues. 
Eventually, Macbain becomes a kind of new Messiah, the most enlightened
a human can be and thus becoming Homo Universalis. Mixing the opening of chakras
and the process of astral projection to unify the world with this revelation.
Don Allen Beene is a self-confessed astral projector, naming himself as 'The Seeker'.
His background is mainly in Maxillofacial and oral surgery, but due to thirty
years of astral projection he lectures on his experiences and the potential for
man to evolve through this process. This book claims to be life-changing,
'You will want to read it ('The One And The Golden Circle') a second time and
a third. You will want to share what you've learned with friends.' Okay, nothing
short of a modern day miracle then? Unfortunately, it's not. It talks
of opening chakras and casting off the oppression of the selfish gene and experiencing
pure love and peace. What you would think would be a humanitarian approach to
the world? Well, yes and no. The problem is that Beene writes this within his
story and then makes his lead character become almost super-human. The
main problem I have with this is that the idea of becoming this enlightened being
would need a dowsing of one's ego and it is obvious to me and anyone who has read
this book, that Beene is the main character and that this book is an ego trip
for him. The book isn't helped by dysfunctional dialogue and an eye for storytelling
that has tunnel vision. We are held in the sway of a lengthy oration throughout
on the merits of astral projection, the chakras and how they relate to the seven
planes of existence and the genome research that is topic of conversation on the
fishing trip. In some parts of this book, the research is so evident
it screams at you. In others, I wish the author had actually read and understood
his material. The misrepresentation of world religions, particularly Buddhism
at the very start, made me wince. There are pages and pages of dates
and numbered regressions, like lists falling down from the top of the page. Beene's
prose falls into the novice trap of being expositional writing, the only emotional
imparting we get is in the form of sexual adventures. From word go, as
a reader you are immersed into a state of institutionalised lecturing, which does
nothing for the story. When we see through the eyes of Macbain to his ancestors,
we find repeated scenarios of cave dwellers and interspecies relationships, invariably
involving copulation. It all gets a bit dull and without believable characters
the book neither has guts nor bones. Beene paints a picture of two
sixty-year-olds in the throws of testosterone fuelled lust, Leta and Quinta being
the objects of their desire. The sex scenes were portrayed in a kind of
pornographic and twisted manner. I found myself seriously disliking the way in
which Macbain left his cancer-stricken wife to go on a fishing trip. It smacked
of insensitivity and poor plotting. I found the 'Leta mounting the comatose Macbain'
scene detestable. To actually call what she does love, well it's not anything
but an over-active libido! Where this book really fails is its target
readership. Those readers who understand the concepts within the book will find
its flaws. People who just want an entertaining Science Fiction novel will be
hopelessly bored with the information overload. It neither claims to be fiction
nor disputes it, but I wonder if Beene has become confused in the motivations
behind the book? So before you go rushing out to buy this book, I would
heartily recommend you think twice before embarking on Don Allen Beene's ego trip.
Maybe buy some green tea and some incense instead? Donna Jones
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