Nothing New About New Age
Dear friend,
My friend Jeremy and me, we’ll be hosting some live spiritual events in London next month. He’s flying over from Canada. I’ll share links to them over the next day or so for anyone who might like to join us.
I was walking with Zara this morning on the marshes. It’s such a pleasure just to be with her trotting along beside me on the pavement or running ahead when she’s off lead on the marshes.
She’s twenty five percent German Shepherd and she’s the dog more than any other that healed our loss.
I fell into contemplating the London workshops.
The AI behind the ticketing platform we’re using put them in the New Age category. I’ve an inbuilt prejudice against the term. In the UK the phrase has been used dis-credit ideas. But the new age is not new, not unless you consider two and a half thousand years new.
That we can know the divine and have a personal relationship with it. That we are in no position to judge our fellow beings. That we have no enemies and are one consciousness. That the supreme being is loving, tender, kind, endlessly forgiving creative energy.
That the closest we get to describing our relationship to the divine is father, mother, brother sister, beloved.
To be in line with our true nature, with who we are on the deepest most profound levels of our being, we shed what is unkind, unjust, untrue and discover what our delusions have been covering up.
The pristine spirit within.
A divine child.
The new age is at least as old as the Buddha
Buddha went before.
Jesus continued.
And now what was two is one.
How different from the vengeful, capricious deities of the old age.
Throwing thunderbolts at the mortals below.
New Age ideas were perhaps new for the ancients, but not entirely so.
When the Roman Empire ruled great swathes of the earth.
Love
Peace.
Equality.
Forgiveness.
Gentleness.
Humility.
That we are eternal soul.
That death is a transition not an end.
Ancient ideas.
Perhaps new to us.
Sifting through the wreckage of a culture that promised so much.
Then abandoned us.
As commodities.
There’s nothing new about the new age.
The time it takes to change your mind.
An instant?
Or
Millenia.
Who can say?
Not if
But when?
Till Tomorrow
Love
Mikey