Last night I finished David Wilcox's "The Synchronicity Key," its ending filled with hopeful prophecy. This, more than anything else, is the draw of the New Age in a time of cosmological uncertainty - that nature, the cosmos, harmonic resonances and convergences, will rescue us from our anxieties. I certainly hope so, and in many ways, the theories fit: we ARE made of stardust, after all, and there is every, or at least many, reasons to believe that we are affected by the properties of what we are made of. Further, what is creation but a particular illustration of the powers of the creative aspect of God? Would his/her creation tilt towards dismemberment, entropy and meaninglessness? Some people think so, as they can see no evidence of God anywhere - I don't know how, but so it is with many of the academic elite.
And yet, in nature - the fullness of creation around us - there often does not seem to be this fullness of God's "love" : insects eat other from the inside out; the big fish always eat the little fish, from the bottom on up; and those at the top of the food chain, including humans, are invariably subjected to death, sometimes a very painful one. We might see that humans create their own misery with free will, as my mother always said, but nature creates it, too, regardless of our feelings towards our fellow man. The phrase, "The good die young," did not come from lack of experience.
But my book told me otherwise; we are at a certain level of creation that necessitates what we call suffering, for without suffering we cannot learn, and without learning, we cannot advance. This is part of the plan of God, we are told (or more specifically, the Source), in an infinite movement meant for this source to fully realize itself. And it does make sense; there are points in our lives when we feel elevated, moved beyond the daily grind where things seem perfect. For myself, I am often confronted by the reality behind the veil, a reality perfect and whole that somehow, inscrutably, incorporates the imperfect and contingent in its fold. I do not know how this is done, but when experienced it makes perfect sense instantly, beyond thought.
And so I can believe that a New Age is possible - that a convergence of energy or whatever is possible that will whisk us away to a higher, more harmonic level. According to Wilcox, this will happen very soon, and he uses all manner of models to buttress this. I do hope so. However, as I finished the book, I noticed that a light rain had started, rustling the last leaves of the year, falling in a darkness that made of it a soft cocoon. It seemed more perfect than any cosmological model, than any new waves of thought or arrival of UFO helpers who would send us to a new level. In the gentle rhythm of the rain, it was all there: perfection in a moment. And it is all there still. Perhaps a convergence will come that will have us know it all the time, all of us, but it is there already, greater in its wordless presence than any text. FK
And yet, in nature - the fullness of creation around us - there often does not seem to be this fullness of God's "love" : insects eat other from the inside out; the big fish always eat the little fish, from the bottom on up; and those at the top of the food chain, including humans, are invariably subjected to death, sometimes a very painful one. We might see that humans create their own misery with free will, as my mother always said, but nature creates it, too, regardless of our feelings towards our fellow man. The phrase, "The good die young," did not come from lack of experience.
But my book told me otherwise; we are at a certain level of creation that necessitates what we call suffering, for without suffering we cannot learn, and without learning, we cannot advance. This is part of the plan of God, we are told (or more specifically, the Source), in an infinite movement meant for this source to fully realize itself. And it does make sense; there are points in our lives when we feel elevated, moved beyond the daily grind where things seem perfect. For myself, I am often confronted by the reality behind the veil, a reality perfect and whole that somehow, inscrutably, incorporates the imperfect and contingent in its fold. I do not know how this is done, but when experienced it makes perfect sense instantly, beyond thought.
And so I can believe that a New Age is possible - that a convergence of energy or whatever is possible that will whisk us away to a higher, more harmonic level. According to Wilcox, this will happen very soon, and he uses all manner of models to buttress this. I do hope so. However, as I finished the book, I noticed that a light rain had started, rustling the last leaves of the year, falling in a darkness that made of it a soft cocoon. It seemed more perfect than any cosmological model, than any new waves of thought or arrival of UFO helpers who would send us to a new level. In the gentle rhythm of the rain, it was all there: perfection in a moment. And it is all there still. Perhaps a convergence will come that will have us know it all the time, all of us, but it is there already, greater in its wordless presence than any text. FK
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