Review by Alan Steinfeld



I interview a lot of people. And usually they are all throwing their books at me to read. 
So I have a pile of books sitting in my living room…and uh well…everywhere else;
ones I want to read and ones I will never read. 
 
So when my friend Jan said you must read this one, I said: “Yeah right.”

Then just to make her happy I peeked inside. I was only going to read the first few pages…but I was sucked in…into the world of Lew and Philip Smith and their struggle to be themselves.  One of the things that captured me the most – was the opening note:

“At night my spirit guides take me up to visit laboratories on other planets and in other dimensions.  Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time on the seventh plane, the eleventh plane and the twelfth plane” – Lew Smith, 1970

This is the kind of stuff I love.  It reaffirms the purpose of this website; the unfolding of new realities.  The book is a page-turner from beginning to end.  The only thing that I wish there was more of – is this kind of “other” dimensionality that is so inspiring.

But this is a memoir, although not the typical father and son bonding story  - although it is that.  It is an extraordinary account of one of the most remarkable healers of our time. Lew Smith goes from successful interior decorator in Miami in the 1960s catering to a clientele of heads of state and celebrities - to healer, psychic, intuitive, clairvoyant and inter-dimensional witness on the likes of Edgar Cayce or Jane Roberts.

Lew was way ahead of his time (and his family) and a culture which didn’t understand energy medicine and the power of consciousness.  He could heal most people instantly by scanning their body and sending energy to the right organs. This was not the sort of thing the adolescent Philip wanted to be around.  It left a longing on the part of the writer for a normal reality.   A lot of the book is taken up with the son’s desire to come to terms with the weird, wacky, wonderful, world he was thrusted into because of his father’s awakening to the higher levels.
 
Throughout the book we get glimpses of Lew’s remarkable talent, as well as a lot of Philip’s kvetching: ‘C’mon Dad, do you have to heal everyone?’ Philip longs for a stable reality, but what he doesn’t understand is that his beautifully gifted father is giving him the essence of what reality is really about.  While Philip pined for a security in the thin slice of the world tmost people call ordinary, Lew was soaring to peaks that would make the best of today’s mediums envious (well, if they had an ego.)

Part of the story is about the trauma Philip suffers when he and his mother are confronted by other worldly experiences. They don’t fit into our conditioned respectable notion of reality.  This is what is coming in the shift of consciousness we are now witnessing.   But for those in the 1960s reality was not even something discussed, it was assumed.  And even today reality is more solid than the ground our under feet. The earth and sky can shake and move, but when the fabric of consciousness bends we are faced with an awful instability that is more unsettling than a shift in the exterior world. This is what new realities is all about; the ability to think differently; to open new parts of our mind and bring a new world into being.

What comes through the writing is that poor young Philip suffers from what the great psychologist RD Laing called “the politics of experience”.  Laing says: “we are taught that if a person has so-called "strange" experiences, and endeavors to communicate these experiences, he is looked at in a very odd way…People feel distinctly uncomfortable when they realize they are in the presence of someone who is experiencing the world in a rather different way… We feel threatened by that, because we are not secure in ourselves. A very secure person can adapt himself with amazing speed to different kinds of communication….[in] society which feels that it ought to maintain a certain average kind of normal experience.”

A Turkish proverb I like says: “He who sleeps on the floor cannot fall out of bed.”

Lew broke out of the box and his son wrapped the box around himself.  Although this writing, seems to have turned on some lights.  After Lew’s departure Philip collected all his meticulous kept notes and wrote this memoir.  Philip became an artist and his works are in museums and private collections.  But we hope the next book will go deeper into the good stuff, like Lew’s sophisticated geometries of 10th and 11th dimensionality and his remedies for a whole assortment of illnesses.
 
Another major thing about this book is that you feel, in the psychic sense, while reading, Lew’s looming presence.  In every tale about Lew, you sense his energy, compassion and love for humanity coming through the words.  

Lew Smith was a living master most of us missed, except for the hundreds, or maybe thousands of people he was able to help and change their lives.  His time has come and we have created a world thirsty for the knowledge of this bold explorer who marched off into the unknown and made a world of difference.

Thank you Philip for introducing us to your beautifully gifted father.  But - c’mon let's get the real stuff, about outer and inner space. We are waiting for the return of Lew Smith in his true acknowledged glory and his unique spiritual perspective.  This is a beginning but not the end. The world needs Lew and the spectacular sophisticated advances he made in health, healing, diagnosis, dimensional travel and expanded consciousness.

Stay tuned.

Walking Through Walls by Philip Smith
Get it.
Read it.
Do it!
 
The interview I did with Philip Smith is on youtube:
Dim lights

For more about Philip and Lew Smith go to:
www.WalkingThroughWallsTheBook.com  

www.PhilipSmithArt.com