While I could say that the words have eluded me, the truth is that I’ve long dreaded writing them down, but now it seems that I must. It is time that I share a warning about the New Age movement.
Some will probably become offended, while others may shake their heads in pity as I rant, but one or two may hear me, and a few might listen. I only know that I have a responsibility in this world to share what I know, and now I know only that this can wait no longer.
So that this epiphany of mine can be shared effectively at this time, I will give a short account of how it came to me.
My Desk: An Ancient Artifact?
It started for me a while back when a friend was visiting and suggested that my stone desk could have been part of some gigantic structure in the distant past, and that our world is littered with these clues to our possible origins.
I could see what he meant, and I didn’t doubt it as I had seen many of those clues myself, but my friend’s voice shook as he continued. He’d heard that these ancient builders were due to return to our world soon, and that catastrophe awaited us in the near future. Doom.
Furthermore, he quivered, these ancient beings are spiritually advanced, and they will have little tolerance for anyone who is not evolved to a sufficient and acceptable level, and without such credentials our potential saviors would see no need to save us from the doom.
That Old Familiar Tale
This was a familiar story, I thought, and I wondered if he was describing a new fear-based religion, where participants would be challenged to a game, as certain 'soul points' had to be earned before the spiritually-evolved bouncers at the door of the afterlife party would consider letting them in.
I knew about these types of religions because I’d fallen for them before myself; the New Age, or ‘Cage’ religions. Just like the old age religions, the New Age religion often holds up a kind of spiritual enlightenment as the ultimate goal in life, while then presenting a nearly impossible regiment for attaining it, whether it be enough hours of meditation or the right chant with each ritual, desperately attempting to communicate with our higher selves, and beyond, if only we are worthy.
Astral Projection
I remembered a time when I had rather weakly attempted to learn astral projection so that I could practice dying, but gave up when I didn’t get immediate results. I decided that I just wasn’t spiritual enough to leave the confines of my physical form at will, and that no matter how I focused outward, my soul-body was staying in.
The Merkaba
I didn’t try astral projection any more, but after a while I bought a book that was full of the right sacred geometries and symbols, and this book was going to show it’s readers how to make a merkaba, which was a pair of interlocking, spinning tetrahedrons that surrounds our bodies-- little disaster pods so that we would survive the doom. The book really did have it all, too:
We are spiritual beings having a physical experience in a geometric matrix.
With the right training, devotion, and will power, we can escape our goemetric form at will.
Doom. You’d better hurry, because the world is ending soon, very soon.
I wondered how many of my friends would fail to make their merkabas in time, and I thought how lonely it would be floating around by myself over the charred remains of the world. There was no need to envision such a scene though, because the level of commitment that it would apparently take to make a merkaba was something that I knew I would not be going through either. This made me think.
Could we really be more spiritual, when we are already spiritual beings?
I was a spiritual being who had been programmed to believe that I was deficient in spirituality, and that I was always just short of enlightenment and salvation.
It Hit Me
I was tempted to blame the author of the merkaba book for making such a cage for me to flop around in, but I realized that I had actually created the cage myself! Even as I knew that I was the creative force at work in my own world, I was trying to assign that creation to an outer force, instead of being responsible for it by admitting that I had made the mental cage, using my own imagination.
I’m My Own ‘Higher Self’
This was when I remembered that I was making my world, and that I was still the most potent being in that world. I wouldn’t have to wait for my higher self to come down and tap me on the shoulder when I was ready, because THIS IS IT. There’s no ‘getting spiritual’ for beings like us. We are there already!
Being the force of creation, the intelligent source of all life which finds it’s way into the physical world in the form of consciousness, we soak in our creation, and then beg to be pulled out of it, either with the guidance of our ever-so-shy higher selves, or from some advanced race that might find the grace to show us a way to that supposed higher existence. The truth is, that we are consciousness, and it doesn’t get any higher than that.
Winter Isn’t Here
Now the air is filled again with rumors of a coming winter, but from the compost I’ve found a berry in which to dip my pen, and the food is plentiful as I write. The nights have been noticeably cooler, but it’s daylight right now, and I no longer mix the two. I see what’s going on now, and this is it.
Now is the time to write about all of this because the external programming is still underway, depriving us of our power by assigning it elsewhere, so that we wouldn't notice ourselves beaming with pure creative vigor. Now we hear stories of races of blue birds who are coming to save us all if we are good, and before that it was a galactic brotherhood of saints who would decide if we were worthy. Please don't take it the wrong way, but I think that you and I are the most powerful beings that exist, and as we live as such, we will manifest such.
This is the time for me to write this because this is the moment of them all, and as for those who are disappointed with themselves for not being spiritual enough in the past, they can rejoice now; we are all infinity, and that includes everything. That same infinity can only express itself through one conduit in order to flow into the world, and that is us, right now.
image above is watercolor and ink on watercolor canvas, by me
