The times in which we live are as tumultuous as during both World Wars, the Industrial Revolution and the simultaneous nationalist revolutions. We are living during one of the most unsettled times in history.
Humans and our lack of humanity are the cause of the tumult.
There is the false supposition that prior to 9/11 America and the world were much better off than in the twenty years following. Anyone who is old enough to remember the decades before 2001 knows the world had already spun off its spiritual axis.
That axis which keeps us sane, balanced and fully alive. The axis started to sway and tip centuries ago. While we may think this tilt is new, it’s not.
We look back at centuries of men and women who have freely given away their souls. They chose what they were told was a more modern world. A modern way of life. Trust me, I love refrigerators and cars as much as the next person.
My life simply doesn’t revolve around what kind and how many of the latest and greatest toys I have.
When I walk down the street I spirits — ghosts, if you prefer — leaning on Jaguars and Mercedes as if they were tree stumps. Automobiles have no more value to a soul than a tree stump. And that’s the point.
From the time I was a boy and would play with the ghosts in the Spanish influenza cemetary behind our house, spirits have asked me why the world has changed so much. Those people died shortly after World War I. The town, like the surrounding county, was mostly mines and farms. Motorized trucks and automobiles were rare. Electricity, movies and radio were all cutting edge in rural America.
My spirit friends shook their heads. After their unanswerable questions, we played with our angels and each other.
It was grand.
If I talk about these things as an adult, if I tell people what I see on the street or looking out the window of a car, train or airplane, they think I’m mad. Sixty years ago I was just a little boy with a big imagination.
Time — and imagination — were the impetus I needed to listen to my grandmother. To tell no one other than her what I saw and heard. No one else would believe me. She asked me whether or not what I saw were angels or were they bad. Did they scare me? She taught me that those that weren’t angels were to be told to go away. They were devils.
All these years later it is a gift and a curse to live in a time of great interior movement. We are in days of decision.
Anybody who tells me that all of our inventions make life better is not paying attention. It’s a matter of choice, isn’t it? Science can invent medicines and vaccines, but until humans invent their own personal willingness to move history forward, it does no good.
Simultaneously, enough men and women must be willing to move humanity forward spiritually for any real change to happen. It’s up to each of us to chose to leave behind things. To progress in our real lives.
It’s challenging. That is why I pose the challenge: be spirited.
If you can cheer for a sports team, watch the Olympics, root for the good guys in the latest science fiction or murder thriller, you can cheer for yourself.
You were born with the ability to be all you are and more. So, why not be more?
If I can see angels, why not you? I am not a saint. It’s never been something I’ve felt is my calling. Pretending piety just does not fit inside my skin.
But I can go about the business of being spirited. I can accept that, in spite of the fact that I am often convinced God is crazy, I have gifts that make no sense in the twenty-first century.
They are not scientifically verifiable. That is, if you use the modern concept of science being all about physics and such. The classical meaning of the word science is knowledge.
Today expand your knowledge.
Aim for a spirited world greater than any being has ever known.