Cartea de duminica a 4-a

Cum sa ne auzim ingerii, de Doreen Virtue

Cartile lui Doreen Virtue sunt foarte usor de citit de toata lumea. Va spun din experienta. Sunt la a treia carte a autoarei.
Avantajul este ca majoritatea au ca subiect ingerii, foarte bine "digerati" de crestini. Nu exista prea multe informatii care sa iti zguduie ideile in spiritul carora ai fost crescut. Cu totii acceptam ideea ca avem ingeri pazitori, ni s-a intamplat de cateva ori in viata sa trecem "ca prin urechile acului" prin situatii-limita, stim sau am auzit de rugaciunea celor mici, " Inger, ingerasul meu".
Dezavantajul este ca modul de exprimare, tipic american, plin de clisee, ne poate face sa punem la indoiala ponderea de veridicitate. Dar daca treci peste exemplele banale, chiar puerile, descrise in carte, afli multe lucruri interesante si regasesti stari pe care le-ai avut si tu, experiente asemanatoare prin care ai trecut si raspunsul la ele, daca inca te afli in impas.
Eu sunt o sceptica de felul meu: cred ca totul trebuie testat inainte sa fie crezut.
Priviti cartile lui Doreen Virtue ca pe niste caiete de exercitii. Alegeti-le pe cele care va plac, lucrati-le si vedeti ce rezulta.

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