Upbeat psychopop/New Age Muzak for the staid middlebrowed middle-class (that is, Shirley MacLaine without the UFOs), by the author of Your Erroneous Zones and Gifts from Eykis. Unless you've been spelunking on Pluto, you've heard the message before: You see what you believe (if you believe in happiness, you see happiness; if you believe in sorrow, you see sadness); invisible, beneficent forces rule your life; you must love what you do and do what you love; everyone is everyone; everything is meaningful, and coincidence doesn't exist. What you perhaps haven't heard is how Dyer incarnates all this wisdom. He confesses here that one day, after finally forgiving his father for abandoning him as a child, ""miracles began to appear everywhere."" Miracles such as. . .the publication of his first best-seller! And that's not all. Dyer crows away: ""the major difference that I note in myself is the phenomenal new compassion that seems to have swept into my being in recent years""; ""I am developing a new-to-me style of intelligence""; ""I feel capable of anything at all. . ."" Goodness, all that and humility to boot. Those not turned off by such self-preening may enjoy his discussions of abundance, detachment, synchronicity, and forgiveness, making careful note of his penetrating analysis (""You are one exquisitely perfect energy system. Yes, you!"") and tart advice (""Stop worrying! What do you have to worry about in this perfectly synchronized universe?""). Like an endless health class without any mention of sex or drugs. In other words, preachy, obvious, and insufferably dull.