{"product_id":"messiahs-handbook-9781937907648","title":"Messiah'S Handbook","description":"\u003cp\u003e • Author(s): Richard Bach\u003cbr\u003e • Publisher: Rainbow Ridge Publishing\u003cbr\u003e • Publisher Imprint: Rainbow Ridge Publishing\u003cbr\u003e • BISAC: Inspiration \u0026amp; Personal Growth\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eForeword The last time I saw the Messiah's Handbook was when I threw it away. I had been using it as I was taught in Illusions: hold question in mind, close eyes, open handbook at random, pick left page or right. Eyes open, read answer. Always beforeitworked: fear dissolved in asmile, doubt lifted by sudden understanding.Always had I been charmed and entertained by what these pages had to tell me. So that dark day I opened the book, trusting. \"Why did my friend Donald Shimoda, who had so much to teach that we so needed to learn, why did he have to die such a senseless death?\" Eyes open, listen to the answer: Everything in this book may be wrong.\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003eA burst of night and rage, I remember, instant fury. I turn to it for help and this is my answer? I threw the book as hard and as far from meas I could, pages fluttering above that nameless Iowa hayfield, the thing tumbling slow motion, shuddering forever down toward the weeds. I didn't watch to see where it fell. I flew from that field and never flew back. The handbook, that senseless hurtful agony-page, was gone. Twenty years later came a package to a writer in care of the publisher. In the package a note: Dear Richard Bach, I found this when I was plowing my dad's soybean field. The field's a quarter-section used to be in hay and he told me you landed there once with the guy they killed they said was magic. So this has been plowed under I guess for a long time else it's been disked and harrowed every year and nobody's seen it till now. For all that, it's not much hurt and I figured it's your property and if you're still alive you ought to have it.\u003c\/p\u003e \u003cp\u003eNo return address. On the pages, my own fingerprints in engine oil from an old Fleet biplane, a sifting of coarse dusts, a stem or two of grass falling out when I fanned it open. Rage gone, I held the book along time, remembering. Everything in this book may be wrong. Sure enough. But everything may be right, as well. Right and wrong's not up to a book. I'm the only one to say what's true for me. I'm responsible. I leafed through the pages, wondering. Is the book returned to me the same one I threw away, so long ago? Had it been resting quietly underground or had it been changing to become what some future reader needed to remember? At last, eyes closed, I held the handbook once more and asked. Dear strange mystical volume, why did you come back? Riffled the pages for a moment, opened my eyes and saw.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Rainbow Ridge Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":45608533655703,"sku":"9781937907648","price":1197.0,"currency_code":"INR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0666\/3471\/1191\/files\/9781937907648.webp?v=1769294542","url":"https:\/\/atlanticbooks.com\/products\/messiahs-handbook-9781937907648","provider":"Atlantic Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}