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Balance Point - Searcing for a Spiritual Missing Link
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Books by Joseph Jenkins
· The Slate Roof Bible, 2nd edition
· The Humanure Handbook, 3rd edition
· The Humanure Handbook - 2nd edition
· The Slate Roof Bible, 1st edition
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Spirituality

Publisher:  Joseph Jenkins, Inc. ISBN-10:  0964425858 Type: 
Pages: 

298

Copyright:  Sep 1 2000 ISBN-13:  9780964425859
Fiction

Award-winning author weaves a page-turning tapestry of theories and facts about the Earth and human consciousness into a thought-provoking, enlightening, and disturbing book.

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Balance Point
Balance Point

Each moment in life marks an invisible boundary between the past and the future. Any of those moments may become a pivotal one that changes your life, veering you off course - and sending you into uncharted territory with no hope of ever returning.



Balance Point

Searching for a Spiritual Missing Link



by Joseph Jenkins





Dire predictions and alarming warnings by the world's scientists indicate our planet is out of balance and a global ecological collapse is approaching. Most Americans, however, don't seem to understand the urgency of our precarious situation here on Earth. Why the widespread lack of concern as our planetary life support systems disintegrate around us?

Until her sudden and inexplicable death in 1999, Dr. Lucille (Lucy) Boggs, a maverick scientist at a large western university, had been uncovering surprising answers as to why people are so indifferent to

environmental degradation. Balance Point tells the story of her research through the eyes of her unwitting nephew, who receives her Last Will and Testament and, with it, becomes her final hope. Lured by the promise of a rich inheritance, Joseph Jenkins reluctantly assumes responsibility for finishing Dr. Boggs' work, inadvertently plunging himself and his family into the midst of a puzzle of global proportions.

Balance Point takes the reader on a page-turning adventure from the author's comfortable Pennsylvania home to the farthest reaches of civilization in a search to solve Lucy's puzzle. On their quest to locate the missing links to her mystery, though, they discover that some answers lie closer to home, and that sometimes, the only way to find them is to look inside oneself.

A timely book with cutting-edge relevance, Balance Point?s message is one that will be carried with you long after the last page has been turned. Although highly recommended for anyone concerned about the Earth, it also makes a great gift for the environmentally complacent. 


Excerpt

A brown delivery truck rattled down the long driveway, passing blooming pear trees and scattering ducks off my gravel lane. My barking dog alerted me to the truck’s unexpected arrival, and soon the uniformed driver stepped out of the van, ignoring the dog as he had done so many times in the past. The parcel delivery guy always had a smile on his face when he arrived at our door — he knew the dog was friendly and wouldn’t bite, and on this glorious morning with the sun streaming through billowy clouds, he was in a good mood.
I stepped out the front screen door to meet him. “You’ll have to sign for this one, Mr. Jenkins,” he said, pulling out a pen and handing me his clipboard.
“I don’t remember ordering anything,” I muttered as I scrawled my signature on the dotted line. The man ignored me as he entered data in his electronic notebook, then he handed me a manila envelope, waved goodbye and took off down the lane.
“What’s this?” I asked myself out loud, stepping back into the house. “Annie, did you order anything by mail?” I yelled to my wife, who was in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes.
“No!”
Well, me neither, I thought to myself, looking closely at the return address on the envelope. This is not good, I thought, walking into the kitchen. “It’s from a damn law firm in Montana,” I said to Annie. “Ninety-nine percent of those guys give a bad name to the rest of them, you know.”
“I’ve heard that one. Several times.” Annie drained the sink.
“Well, it’s true.”
“What is it? What’s in the package?”
I grabbed a paring knife from the drawer, sliced through the top of the envelope, and pulled out an official looking legal document, along with a white, letter-sized envelope. My name and address were neatly written in ink on the front of the letter. I momentarily set it aside, and read the legal document out loud:

Dear Mr. Jenkins,

We regret to inform you of the death of your Great Aunt Lucille Boggs, who passed away suddenly on the 26th of April, 1999, in Missoula, Montana. As per the Statement of Wishes stipulated in her Final Will and Testament, we are forwarding to you the enclosed envelope. She left us with the instructions that you are to receive this envelope without delay in the event of her death. She indicated that this was a matter of utmost urgency, and instructed us to inform you that you should open the envelope immediately.

Very Truly Yours,

Stainbrook and Halforth, Attorneys at Law

“Great Aunt Lucille Boggs? I hardly knew my Aunt Lucy!”
“Just open the envelope!” Annie said in frustration.
“Wait a minute. Why would Aunt Lucy send me anything? I’ve only seen her once in my life, at my grandmother’s funeral back in ‘78. And I didn’t even talk to her then!”
Two decades had passed since I last saw my Aunt Lucy. At the time, I didn’t realize that it would be our first, and last, meeting. I remembered her as a salt-and-pepper haired lady in a long flowing dress. Her thick hair hung down to her waist, and a garland of fresh flowers crowned her head. She was different from the other family members — her hair shone, she was tanned, with rosy cheeks, and she had a beguiling smile on her face in great contrast to her bent, ashen, and grossly overweight siblings.
Aunt Harriet, with her thick layers of make-up and flaming red hair-do that resembled a plastic bicycle helmet, sat on a chair in the corner of the funeral home scowling at Lucy and muttering something about Lucy being a disgrace to the family, with her flowers and all. Uncle Lou, who sat beside her chomping on a cigar, nodded in agreement. I had just returned from a winter backpacking trip in Mexico and Central America, and I attended the funeral in cut-off jeans and sandals. They talked about me behind my back, too.
I remember standing alone at the side of my grandmother’s casket, staring at her shriveled face painted with make-up by the undertaker’s brush, her wispy white hair so thin you could see her scalp, her eyes looking like they had been sewn shut. I was thinking about all the years she had blessed my life, the cherry pies she baked, the smell of fresh bread that so often permeated her kitchen, when suddenly Lucy appeared beside me, hands clasped in front of her, head bowed. She casually glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, then suddenly stared at me intently, with a disconcerted look on her face. I looked back at her and started to smile until I noticed the bewilderment in her eyes. She was looking at me like she had just seen a ghost. Suddenly, she took one last look at grandma’s corpse, turned on her heels, and whisked out the door of the funeral home. That was the one and only time I ever saw her. Nobody could explain her abrupt departure, and, to the best of my knowledge, none of my relatives ever mentioned her, or even saw her, again.
“Did I ever tell you about the one and only time I met Aunt Lucy?” I asked Annie.
“At the funeral? Yes, I’ve heard that story. Weird. Open the envelope! I want to see what it is. Maybe she left you some money or something.”
“Why would she do that? I was practically a stranger to her.” I ripped open the envelope. Two keys spilled out on the floor as I pulled out a hand-written letter. A personal check was stapled to it. The figure on the check practically jumped out at me. “Damn!! Ten thousand bucks! This is a check made out to me for ten grand!”
“WHAT? Are you kidding?” Annie asked incredulously, craning her neck to get a look at the check. “Thank you, Aunt Lucy!” she yelled, plucking the check from the letter to inspect it for herself. I grabbed the check back and threw it in the air. “We’re in the money!” I sang, taking Annie for a quick jig around the kitchen. Then I remembered the letter, which had fallen on the floor in the excitement. “We better see what our dear old generous and wonderful Aunt Lucy has to say,” I exclaimed, bending over to retrieve the note. Smiling, I read silently:

Dear Joseph,

A terrible battle is at hand. The forces of the Eco and the Ego have become locked in conflict. No less than the future of our species, in fact the future of the world, is at stake. I have been engaged in the struggle for years, and now the most critical time is at hand. Unfortunately, I fear the worst for myself — I sense impending doom. If I should die suddenly, I have left instructions with a law firm in Bozeman, Montana, to see that you get this letter. You must take my position as a key player in this ordeal. You are not alone — there are many of us spanning the entire planet struggling to avert the upcoming critical time, which I call the Point of No Return. My role is very important, and I have pledged that if I die before my task is completed, I will choose a successor. You have been chosen. Please take this very seriously. I know I can count on you. It is your destiny.
Your instructions are as follows: Proceed to my home on the Flathead Indian Reservation in Montana (see map on other side of this paper). My cottage will hopefully be locked up and undisturbed, awaiting your arrival. In the study (the room with all the books, located in the southwest corner of the house), look under the desk ...

Lucy explained what she wanted me to do, and ended her instructions with the following warning:

Do not share this information with anyone other than the closest of confidants, perhaps your wife. Make sure someone knows you are coming here, in case you do not return (so they can come looking for you).
I have included a check in the amount of ten thousand dollars to cover your expenses. Use the money sparingly. You’ll need it.
Make haste.

Lucy

The smile froze on my face. I didn’t know what to say. It seemed my dear old Aunt Lucy had something up her sleeve. My destiny, no less.
“You better read this.” I handed the letter to Annie, then looked around on the floor for the two keys. Annie read the letter out loud, quickly at first, then slowly, drawing out each word as she spoke, her voice finally becoming a whisper.
She sat down on a kitchen stool and put the letter on her lap. “Is this crazy or what?”
“I don’t know. How should I know?” I had found one of the keys and was crawling around the kitchen floor looking for the other.
“Are you going to do this? I mean, go to an Indian reservation in Montana? You’re not, are you? When would you have time to do that?”
I just shook my head. I had no intentions whatsoever of going on some wild goose chase. “Hell, no!” I replied, still on my hands and knees.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught the golden glint of a brass key lying just under the edge of the kitchen stove.



Professional Reviews

Today's Librarian August 2000 issue, page 45
"An engaging and enlightening book - as well as a disturbing warning to us all..."

Napra Review
"This intriguing story of a search for something so mysterious that the main character doesn't even know what it is, or how to recognize it if he finds it, touches on spirituality, science, mathematics, and economics. It's ultimately about the environmental choices people make, and the search for the "balance point" between the selfish instinct for individual survival and the planet's critical need to have its resources used and distributed wisely to support all. There is a message, but it comes in a way that keeps the readers guessing how to fit the pieces together and wondering just how much is true. Did the author himself receive an ambiguous inheritance from his Aunt Lucy, the Wiccan physicist? Did Eduardo the Peruvian shaman really summon him to the jungle in a dream? What is real is the urgency for each of us to find our personal balance point. More power to the writing, be it fiction or non - that reminds us."

Arkansas Environmental Education Association Newsletter
"AN INCREDIBLE ENVIRONMENTAL JOURNEY OF DISCOVERY - Every now and then a book comes along that really speaks to your heart. 'Balance Point: Searching for a Spiritual Missing Link' by Joseph Jenkins was such a book for me. It is perhaps the best environmental book I have ever read and I would like to encourage everyone to experience this book.

The death of an estranged aunt, and her baffling Final Will and Testament sends Joe on an incredible journey in search of his 'personal balance point.' Joe represents the average American who has no clue about the peril of our environment. This journey, much to Joe's initial dismay, takes him out of his comfort zone and blissful ignorance. As his journey progresses, Joe finally gains insight into what his aunt referred to as 'a terrible battle is at hand. The forces of the Ego and the Eco have become locked in conflict.'

This book is unique in that it reads like an adventure, yet the underlying message is powerful. Jenkins has a writing style that provides the reader with much food for thought, enabling the reader to gain new knowledge and perspective. For me personally, reading this book was an important milestone in gaining a new perspective of spirituality and its true meaning.

Reaching the end of the book actually represents a beginning of renewed energy and commitment to environmental reform. The publication of this important environmental book is very timely as the well being of our precious planet is being threatened like never before in the history of humanity. The future of our environment depends on people like you and me opening our minds, forming new habits, and making our voices heard in Washington DC.

Join Joe on this incredible journey and become enlightened to this crucial need for all of us to find our personal balance point. Hopefully, your life will never be the same after reading this book. And more importantly than anything, after reading this book pass it on to those around you!


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The Slate Roof Bible, 2nd edition

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The Humanure Handbook, 3rd edition

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Balance Point - Searcing for a Spiritual Missing Link

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The Humanure Handbook - 2nd edition

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The Slate Roof Bible, 1st edition

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