John Payne says he knows things. He says that the
major agent in all illness is stress, but not just any old stress. He says it's the particular stress of half-forgotten dead or suffering relatives, whom he calls "
The Forgotten," and whose tensions are transferred onto the remainder of the family, via a surrogate if necessary, by courtesy of
Rupert Sheldrake's "
morphogenic field" (to be pedantic, it's morphic or morphogenetic), which field supposedly connects us all to one another in a big spiritual ball of psychic spaghetti. Your friends, presumably, are the sauce.
Yum. Make mine Arrabiata, please.
Payne (what's in a name?) proudly announces how grounded and empirical all of this is, and goes on about the panoply of benefits that accrue from his technique of whipping your ancestors and relations into a well-oiled regiment of satisfied spirit soldiers who will rally around you, keen to assail your infirmities. At one point he writes prophetically, "This work is astounding and often leaves one thinking 'how does this work?'," a single brief moment of lucidity that is pursued no further. The emotional baggage attending such conditions as cancer, HIV/AIDS, MS and autism, among several lesser ailments, falls in tidy swathes before these Dim Reapers' scythes, and the ensuing relief can contribute significantly towards a total cure.
Not a shred of evidence, aside from a few dubious testimonials, is offered to support any of this, which is why Payne, probably at the urging of his legal counsel, publishes this revealing
disclaimer. I write, "probably at the urging of his legal counsel," because it's clearly an escape-hatch. It can't be the result of simple honesty or pangs of conscience; if it were, he would never have begun fleecing people with this crafty bit of hooey.
'Luthon64