The Coming of Age of the Human

Humanity has reached a pinnacle of achievement and decadence.
Anything is possible in this best of all possible worlds.
The adolescent dreamer awakens to a nightmarish world
of her own creation, a world of instant gratification,
fast cars, low technology and very little substance.

I am the possible human in this equation, waking up
to my self-created destiny.
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.
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 the 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
Dictate 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,
The fatigue that comes from having lived too long with it.
And yet within me are the seeds of my own rebirth.
Seeds that cry to be infused with new vitality, the God-force.
I light new candles on the guttering carcasses of the old.
Delve into and clean out my depths, so I can see clearly again
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.
I have never been saner or clearer, or more lucid
than when I am in the vibration of ecstasy,
This is my dream, to be this 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.