The Celestine Prophecy is a book that tells the story of following one's innermost intuition. However, it is truly ironic for me as I feel completely cheated after not listening to my own inner voice. I should have left this book to rot on its dusty and underused shelf.
In this so-called "adventure," people of various indistinct types intersect and learn the rather unremarkable or even awful lesson that no matter what or how, one shall be catered to. The book is filled with one long lecture, which is interspersed throughout the dull narrative as spurts of half-baked wisdom. These so-called pearls of wisdom are often as incoherent as a half-yolk half-chick hybrid or Pollocks that have fallen off a high tree, and they are directed at some neutral and uninteresting "protagonist." Yuck!
The book combines abstract thought with severely restricted choose-your-own-adventure conventions in a rather weak blender. This so-called "mystical experience" feels completely fake as it is all produced by word-of-mouth, with the urgent message to indoctrinate one's fellow man and the claim that knowledge is power. It's all about conforming and being part of the group, rather than any real spiritual or intellectual exploration. And incredibly, it's not even the result of taking peyote or any other mind-altering substance.
I had purchased this book 18 years ago from a second-hand bookstore. It was on the recommendation of my Physics Professor, believe it or not. I spent no more than the cost of a'masala dosa' to acquire it. Now, I didn't spend more than the equivalent time of eating that dosa to read this book which has sold over a million copies in the US (well, maybe a little more). And I had a feeling that was comparable to the experience when the dosa was stale, oily, clumsily made with burnt sides and half-baked unsalted potatoes. Finally, I decided not to go to that restaurant again.
Is this book Nirmal Baba's inspiration?