The glow didn't last long. Her latest release came out. I love Jewel, I respect her work, and I respect the intent of her participation. But it's an abomination. The best that can be said is that it demonstrates the dysfunctionality of the modern spiritual landscape.

The timing of its release was not coincidental. The pictures of Jewel in the aftermath of the birth of her children were stunning. Female spiritual culture considers childbirth to be a cleansing ritual, and she was radiant. The film supplanted that reality with images of women as dependent chattel, tossed by the wills of emotionally impotent and self-serving men. There's no tenderness, no romance, just the sucking maw of the spiritual abyss.

The counteracting press carried stories of Jewel the devoted homemaker, putting her career aside to take care of babies and her man.

I didn't want to see either of the films, but driving back up on President's Day, Jewel dialed me in and suggested that I go to see it. I had taken to reading biographies of major figures in world history, with unusual effect. After reading Ghengis Khan, I accidentally punctured some of the Chinese walls at work. I was beginning to apprehend the nature of giftedness. Jewel intimated that she was working on something similar, and seeing her film would further the process.

I picked up Guardians, the biography of Kingman Brewster, and read a good portion of it before taking in the evening showing. The theater was nearly deserted. Jewel - or someone posing as Jewel - tried to pull me back to the early days of my divorce, when she had rescued me from depression. I started down that path, then told her I didn't want to go there.

I had been prepared to believe that the movie would end with redemption. I was pulled deep into her character's personality, and as the closing drew near, the flow of energy turned around and she tried to suck me in. I backed off immediately. What the hell? She was trying to eat me. Well - I don't need you. The purpose we have manifested was defined in my mind.

On the way back home, she begged understanding: the opponents were too powerful. Putting things in proper perspective, my response was: "No. You haven't made yourself powerful enough."