AH, WHAT A RIDE IT HAS BEEN!

 

About 20 years ago I finished the first draft of my first psionics book, what became Elementary Psionics (available for sale, look at the e-books page) and I will confess that I never expected things to turn out the way they did.  All I wanted to do was get my name into Books In Print and have some fun and maybe make some money (damned little money) in the process.

 

I never actually thought I would end up changing the world.

 

I certainly never expected to become a guru.

 

At that time, radionics devices were rather hard to come by and very very expensive.  They still are dreadfully overpriced in my opinion but since they all have to be hand made (the market is still not big enough for mass production) that is sort of understandable.  And virtually all the printed material on them was only concerned with healing and I was not. 

 

Anyway, I got my first book published and world started to change.  For the first time, large numbers of people had access to the equipment because it was now very easy to build and operate.  And there was another element to my work that has made a real difference in people’s lives.

 

I give them permission to be nasty.

 

Someone once wrote, “Hypocrisy is compliment vice pays to virtue.”  I pay no compliments to virtue.  My message has always been clear.  This stuff is made to be used in any way you see fit.  There is no such thing as Karma, there is no idiotic Law of Three.  In my work there is none of that do-gooder crap. 

 

And now I look out and I see radionics all over the place.  People make instruments and sell them on ebay all the time.  There are a number of computer-based systems now readily available.  The information that was long-suppressed has been freed for all to have.

 

And I have done this thing.

 

I’m not the best instrument designer, not by a long shot.  There are folks out there making things a lot better than I do.  I’m not even the best writer.  I’m merely the humble popularizer.

 

But I cannot count how many of the good designers out there who have told me that they were set on this path by reading my books, even when they cost hundreds of dollars (and I can’t imagine anyone paying that kind of money for my words). 

 

So forgive me my moment of pride.  I’m no Abrams, nor am I a Drown nor Delawarre nor Hieronymous.  I’m merely little old Uncle Chuckie.

 

And I have changed the world.