Humanity has reached a pinnacle of achievement and decadence. Anything is possible in this most of all possible worlds. The adolescent dreamer awakens to a nightmarish world of his own creation… a world of instant gratification, fast cars, low technology, and very little substance. I am the possible Hu-man in this equation waking up to my self-created destiny. I see that I am firmly caught in the webs of this world, and my desire for a simpler, easier way to be, a return to Innocence, is growing. I see that the peculiar task that has been appointed to me, to my generation, is to be a bridge between an old collapsing culture, and a new one that is still unformed and dark. For a while I must straddle both worlds, subject to death throes and birth pangs at once, and they are both most real in their intensity.
A New Age does not come by itself. It is a confluence of nature, and the steps are available for those who would dare to tread in deep waters. It is the Will of Man that creates the new age, We have lived our entire lives in separation. In this separation lies the seed of the discontent that pervades humanity. The nuclear family has created the nuclear age. Our wills have become weak, as governments and computers have dictated to us more and more what we may and may not do. Statistics drown out dreams, numbers crunch visions.
Standing at the end of an Age, I carry with me all the corruption and wisdom of my history. And yet within me are the seeds of my own rebirth. Seeds that are being infused with new vitality, the God-force, New candles being lit on the guttering carcasses of the old. This is the gift and grace of this time. It allows me to delve into and clean out my depths, so I can see clearly, and am able to gaze again into the limpid pool of my Self. I en-vision my life anew. I have gained the power of Self-reflection.
When I realize that I have never been saner or clearer, or more lucid than when I am in the vibration of Ecstasy, I realize that this is my dream, to be that way, to exist in God’s vibration and create, by reflection, the beauty in my own mind. This is the aspiration and the humble wish for new beginnings: The desire to feel again the Prime Ordeal.
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