Darwin says we evolved into men over millions of years. True or not? Every million years - sometimes more, sometimes less - a wholly new model of hominid or near-mad appeared out of nowhere. It did not evolve. There was nobody in between. What Thomas Huxley called genetic islands. No hominid stood on an earlier one's shoulders: one or two million years, unchanged, he vanished, without descendents. Someone - or something - was designing hominids and man with incredible intelligence. An English software specialist takes holidays in New Delhi: he meets two Indian gurus, with uncanny mental powers. The gurus bring together some scientists, to argue about the evolution of man. Is this a material world where atoms put themselves together, and we vanish into dust when we die? - or does a Designer of inconceivable Intelligence create us? In the second part of the book, they take a train across India and talk about people who have died in recent years - in this generation, about 15, 000, 000 - who have gone to heaven - and come back into their bodies. All 15 million tell the same story. Spirits going in and out of the material world. | From The Farthest Hills of Elsewhere by Noel Stevens, Paperback | Indigo Chapters