A summary of BLISS is impossible for me. As with all my books it is an elbow or a knee of some giant beast we will know something about when all is written and read. It is a love story. It begins.

This is the story of Lucy and Tom, who were in love, perhaps forever, if we believe in immortal souls, which is why they could waste their lives in different countries wishing the other not merely dead but that they had never been born. Some people find Tom’s compensatory life as an ‘somatic therapist’ very entertaining, and others find Lucy’s ardent and mystical lesbianism very compelling, but we are interested in the root of everything, the ‘immortality programme’, which contains the facts of everything else the way a whale swallows the pretty diatoms for its dinner.

Maria Cernuto of California wrote:
“Holy crap Tony! I am utterly speechless. Chapter 2 blew me away on so many levels, I have to collect my thoughts. I literally had goose bumps, and at points tears streamed down my cheeks. You have no idea how many parallel universes we have penetrated. 
Bliss, simply put, is brilliant.”

Extreme psychosomatic reactions to my writing seem common.
Jo Hartham, scientist:
“Tony - I can't get on with my work since reading your paper. My mind has vacated my cranium and is floating round in the ether, demanding to be taken seriously...
“May the Universe/God/Divine Entity/Absolute Nothingness bless you.”

Another writer, dream researcher Cynthia Pearson, said something almost identical about finding herself outside her ‘cranium’ as a result of reading me.

I can’t swear Bliss will have a similar effect on all of you. It might send some of you to sleep, in which case, you must have needed it.