Another sales pitch for TM by a teacher of the Maharishi's meditation method. And another of the rash of books that promises a simple explanation of how Transcendental Meditation works, but never gives it. ""Sometimes it feels like a butterscotch sundae,"" says the author. ""Other times it feels like an artichoke."" Which is about as precise as he ever gets on the subject. The rest of the book is an endorsement of the calming effects of the method (with quotes from Wordsworth and Charlie Brown to help make points), and how it can help achieve anything from a slimmer body to a fuller sex life. If it works so well, how come India is in such a mess, the author asks himself. Because they don't use TM, he answers. Oh.