Whoever he was, I’m certain Roy Masters heartily agrees with his observation. It‘s not so much that Mr. Masters is against sex, per se, it’s that he is for a proper relationship between man and woman. Who can deny that when sex is used, as it so often is, as a powerful manipulative device, a questionable energy source or as a distraction from one’s own wrongness, no meaningful marital relationship can exist.
Shortly before his death in 1939, Sigmund Freud, the founder of psychoanalysis, confessed, “Up to the present I have not yet found the courage to make any broad statements on the essence of love and I think that our knowledge is not sufficient to do so . . . we really know very little about love.”
Roy Masters, on the other hand, believes that he knows the true nature of love. More important, he knows what love is not. He makes the potent point that too many of us mistake need for love.
In this powerful volume, Masters’ message is loud and clear; man is pathetically subject to external pressures, a whimpering slave to outer direction, a pig sloshing his life away in a dung heap of emotionalism. All the while arrogantly proclaiming his mastery over body and mind, strutting pridefully in the parade to Hell.
If we are ever to arrive at the final solution to our most pressing problem, the author of Understanding Sexuality: The Mystery of Our Lost Identities tells us that we must awaken from a lifelong stupor. He wants us to open our eyes and to see that there’s an evil something that has an overwhelming appeal to our ego, a certain ghastly something that makes us feel helpless in the face of temptation; something that makes us think it is we who choose to commit adultery or become an alcoholic or a drug addict.
Make no mistake, the price of awareness is not inexpensive. It can only be paid in a currency the Soul understands: right intent. That is, a sincere longing to do the right thing in every situation, no matter how costly or ego-deflating, just because it is the right thing to do and not because it’s going to make us look or feel good.
This brings us, once again, to that little old three-letter word that has fascinated, frightened and ruled mankind with a cast-iron grip ever since Adam left the Garden. Of course, we’re referring to sex. Surely, nothing can make a weak and thoroughly wrong male feel more powerful and securely right in his wrongness than a heated sexual encounter with an accommodating partner.
How we have applauded this self-deception. Cleverly we camouflaged our weakness with yet another word that enabled us to justify our actions. Love . . . it’s what makes the world go round, we loudly boast. And round and round we went, trapped in a vicious circle and unable to break free because up till now, nobody had the courage or clarity to “blow the whistle” on this deadly farce. Make no mistake, the cat has been let out of the bag and you can blame Mr. Masters! From now on we haven’t an excuse left. He has opened the lid and the secret is out! Pity the egocentric!
And just what are Roy Masters’ credentials for such an epic undertaking? To best answer that often-asked question, I like to recall what the University of Michigan’s very famous philosopher, Abraham Kaplan, once said, “The word philosophy means love of wisdom. I suppose it’s like any other sort of love—the professionals are the ones who know the least about it.”
The author of Understanding Sexuality: The Mystery of Our Lost Identities has no college degrees to adorn his walls. He has not spent long years in school classrooms listening to the contradictory theories of the so-called experts. In short, Roy Masters is not a professional problem-solver; his insights and understanding, he says, are intuitive and come to him through the Grace of God.
When I started writing my last book, Healers, Gurus & Spiritual Guides, I had planned on devoting just one chapter to Roy Masters. But once I began researching my subject in depth, what started out as a single chapter grew and grew. As it turned out, almost half that particular book is devoted either directly or indirectly to him. His influence is considerable.
Roy is a complicated individual of great simplicity and humility. He’s an energetic mystic of uncommon sensibility and common sense. Color him prophet, philosopher, metaphysical revolutionary, or voice in the wilderness; he’s all that and more. Above all, he’s a man hard to ignore.
To the untrained eye and ear, to the uninitiated, this bushy-haired transplanted Englishman, who has an uncanny facial resemblance to the hip-swinging singing star Tom Jones, is just another cultist with a Messiah-complex. Not so to the hundreds of thousands who read his books, listen to him on radio and TV, or flock to his lectures. They appreciate him for being a channel through which the wisdom of the ages is once again being made available. To many, he’s the one man willing and able to tell it like it really is! And that’s what this book is really all about.
—William Wolff
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