Mystic occultist, Neale Donald Walsch, made his cash and his fame by claiming to have had mystical encounters with a voice he calls “God”. His Conversations with God series was wildly popular for years, and he still travels the world claiming that there is no hell, that even Hitler is in heaven, because all, in the end is love…except, that is, if you are a fundamentalist. They, you see, go straight to hell.
Now Walsch is making headlines as a plagiarist after ripping off an essay this Christmas about, what else, “love”. The cool thing about being a mystical New Ager is that you can always claim you are “mystified” as to how it happened….
Except for a different first paragraph in which Mr. Walsch wrote that he could “vividly remember” the incident, his Dec. 28 Beliefnet post followed, virtually verbatim, Ms. Chand’s previously published writing, even down to prosaic details like “The morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down.”
And in his own words – To my readers on this blogsite…
All I can say now — because I am truly mystified and taken aback by this — is that someone must have sent it to me over the internet ten years or so ago. Finding it utterly charming and its message indelible, I must have clipped and pasted it into my file of “stories to tell that have a message I want to share.” I have told the story verbally so many times over the years that I had it memorized…and then, somewhere along the way, internalized it as my own experience. I am aghast at how improbable this sounds, even to me, yet I can find no other explanation for how this story came out of my mouth in Candy Chand’s words.
Then follows lots of comments by Neale Donald Walsch fans that what he did doesn’t really matter and they are all part of the “Cosmic Conscience” anyway.
Wonder how many of his other materials are plagiarized?