I'm a product of the New Age
The term New Ager hadn't yet taken on negative connotations in the 1960s
At thirty-three I'd become 'a seeker.'
I’d just recommenced reading a large tome by author, Dawn Hill, ‘With a little help from my friends’ subtitle, ‘A new look at the New Age,’ when it became clear to me once again that the lablel, New Ager, refers to me every bit as much as it refers to Dawn. The term New Ager was something I heard for the first time in the late 1960s and almost straight away I thought, “Yes that describes me.” The interpretation I picked up was that of a seeker, a searcher who is open-minded enough to embrace the major tenets in a lot of religions without being a strict adherent to any in particular. A Christian born, that is, one baptized into the Anglican Church (then the Church of England) as a baby who could, on growing up, read about Hinduism, Buddhism, Sufism with relish as he or she began to realize that all the various ‘wells’ draw water from the same source.
This guy thinks he's conversing with spirits - better get the men in the white coats. He needs psychiatric treatment.
It wasn’t an easy road to follow in those days for one had to largely keep ones views to oneself. Behaviorism was the popular and approved Psychological thought, in Australia at least, and anyone who strayed too far from either the approved form of worship or the approved methods of regarding the psyche, were not only frowned upon but likely to find themselves locked away and fed valium every day to keep them in check. ‘Navel gazing’ was the common expression of scorn. It was, of course, a phrase used by those who had never even considered, let alone sat, through a serious course of meditation. It was a toss-away phrase.
How long will it be before 'Modern Medicine' realizes we're far more than what 'Science' has yet discovered?
Once we've chosen to find out about ourselves the doors to self-understanding gradually open.
In my early thirties I discovered my gift as a ‘channeler,’ in those days referred to a ‘mediumship.’ I was not particularly adept at this at first but years of practice not only honed the ability – and the willingness of those who contacted me – but greatly improved the quality and profundity of the teachings…for they were teachings. The result has been hundreds of automatically received pages plus, much of the content of some of my books.
Are you a product of the New Age?
We all of us have many instances in our lives where we are reminded of our physical mortality. Bodies grow old and the life can no longer be sustained in them. Bodies are sickened or poisoned in some way and can’t retain the life that once infused and kept them well. I recall a little black Labrador puppy dog dying in my arms. I was looking right into those beautiful loving eyes as they looked up at me and…the light went out. The love and splendor of a wonderful little animal left me, left me holding a still warm yet cooling something which was no longer a dog. The venom of one deadly black tick had done that.
Stop the 'mind chatter' and really look.
Does life really fizzle out like the current in a spent battery?
Where did that life go? It didn’t just run down like a flash-light battery which had fizzled out. It went. The logic is it went somewhere. Contacts from the worlds of spirit say they once lived in bodies upon this earth. Another says he has never resided here. The inference is that not only are there worlds of spirit to which we go when we die, but there other worlds to which others from other dimensions go into our ‘heavens.’ It’s all very complex, all very nebulous and indeterminate. Nevertheless, there is not the slightest doubt in my mind that all of us here on earth are souls having an earthly experience. We’re all, in our essence, immortal.
I'm a product of the New Age. Anyone else feel the same way?
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