©11-16-09 by Donna Cunningham, MSW
How many impossible things can YOU believe before breakfast? There are a vast panopoly of them out there on the circuit as people yearn for comfort and hope in these troubled times. This weekend I went to a workshop led by New Age icon. The small room at the metaphysical bookstore was filled to the rafters—60 devoted seekers in a space that the fire department probably only certified for 30.
At first I thought maybe we were going to have a sweat lodge. I tensed up and tried to remember my CPR training, but not a whiff of sage did I catch, so I relaxed a bit.
The icon’s husband got up first and started the two hour workshop with a 20 minute commercial for her many, many books, tapes, and DVDs. This gentle soul’s obvious pride in his wife’s accomplishments was endearing. After a bit, the fact that he was incoherent and rambling didn’t bother me all that much. I grew up around incoherent and rambling. Families like that are pretty much core curriculum for spiritual studies.
Enter the icon. The first thing I noticed—and the thing I focused on most often during the two hours of fidgeting and squirming on the tiny folding chair and wondering when it would end—was her lovely designer blouse, a rayon print that was a work of art. I coveted it. I used to have blouses like that when I was active on the lecture circuit. Before I retired.
She was okay and I eventually got to like her, but she was as unfocused as her husband. She covered 160 billion years of earth’s history, but not without moving constantly back and forth through geological epochs, seemingly at random. She used a multitude of arcane terms with very specific meanings that she would occasionally define. That she managed all this without a shred of pretentiousness won me over in the end.
The lecture supposedly was about time acceleration. That’s something I’ve wondered about—have you noticed it too? I’d signed up for the workshop, hoping for some clarity, but it was really about the Mayan Calendar. I hesitate to confess it, because it’s horrendously non-PC , but I don’t actually CARE about the Mayan Calendar. We have quite enough on our hands with the current transit. My focus is on finding ways we can all get through each day of this shit storm we’re in. Excuse my language.
Don’t get me wrong. She’s a good person and extremely intelligent—I came to respect her obvious skill as a healer—and by the end of the two hours, I had a basic orientation to the Mayan Calendar. I was relieved to learn that she, too, does not believe the world is going to end in 2012, and that she mistrusts the fear mongering as propaganda being used to control us.
What was much harder to believe was her conclusion about the end of the calendar—that it would usher in a huge evolutionary leap for humankind so that we’d suddenly become a much higher life form. A growing number of New Age folks cling to that belief for comfort in these really dark times.
I find this theory extremely difficult to swallow when I listen to the news and observe what vile things humans in massive numbers are doing to one another. Yes, there are many good people, many who have pursued spiritual disciplines avidly from the 1960s onward.
But it’s a time of extreme polarization unlike any I’ve ever seen. The more EVOLVED some of us become, the more an equal number of us DEVOLVE into despicable, cruel, dishonest and violent behavior. What was that old saying? For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Something like that
So, no, I don’t honestly buy that by the end of 2012 we’ll suddenly become a whole new species of Übermensch filled with loving kindness and divine wisdom. I hope to be pleasantly surprised. Meet me on New Year’s morning 2013, and we’ll compare notes over margaritas at brunch.
I do know what’s wrong with me, why I’ve got this jaundiced outlook. I’m getting older, and one’s abilities to believe 10 impossible things before breakfast atrophy with age. I’m a bit off my game nowadays, but when I first started on the spiritual path, in my 20s, I had the most remarkable capacity to embrace the impossible.
Back in the day, I could believe almost anybody right under the table. People were absolutely in awe of the number of impossible things I could accept on any given day. They were struck dumb by it—or possibly just flabbergasted by the teachings I swallowed whole.
No, no, I don’t want your pity at my loss of innocence. I’ve had my halcyon era of beautiful ideas to believe in and be awed and inspired by. I’m in my later 60s, as those of you who persist in sneaking a look at my birth chart online know.
I’m stuck with reality, like it or lump it, but there’s a certain satisfaction in having a bit of wisdom and hard-won common sense to use in facing today’s challenges. And I love writing what I’ve learned in all these years on this blog to share with you. I’m just saddened by all the suffering in the world around me.
WANT TO SEE AN UTTERLY HILARIOUS CARTOON THAT NONETHELESS IS A PERFECTLY RATIONAL EXPLANATION FOR THE MAYAN CALENDAR’S SUDDEN END? Click here: http://bizarrocomic.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-catastrophe.html. (Warning: you may be on that blog for a while, laughing uncontrollably.)
Enough with Pluto and Saturn for today! Here are some other posts on this blog you may or may not find funny, depending on whether your sense of humor is as weird and warped as mine:
- Clients Say the Darndest Things!
- Spotlight on Leo—a Tale of three Queens
- The Law of Progressive Annoyance—Mars or Jupiter?
- Hyperactive Jupiter Syndrome—The Down Side of an Upbeat Planet
- Beam Me Up? I don’t THINK so!!
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