So here we all are, witness and perhaps even midwife to this new born age of Aquarius arising from the greed & decay of the dying Piscean paradigm.
Halcyon days to be sure; in fact with everything currently boiling over in so many places… things are right now at about the same fever pitch as the 1960’s; and the great awakening is adding millions of souls to the spiritual path.
Increasingly we are feeling more like lobsters in the pot every day as chaos rampages unopposed across planet earth; and collectively we wonder is this all there is?…or does something stir un-noticed in the background as we struggle to keep our wits? Is all this evil truly unopposed? Things aren’t always as they seem!
There’s a reason we’re called seekers.
The spiritual path is a funny thing, it isn’t the same for everyone in some ways, and yet in other ways it is. For instance there are a great number of different things that may activate a spiritual awakening in a person, and indeed many ways to walk that path once we have our bearings; but the process of getting our bearings is somewhat universal. We ask similar questions and seek similar answers in our effort to regain both balance and perspective, and it ain’t easy – if it was everyone would be doing it.
This modern age of wireless internet is like a double edged sword for the recently awakened initiate seeking answers and truth. On the one hand you have access to virtually all information in human knowledge at your fingertips; which those of us who’ve been doing this awhile really envy. On the other hand there is such a huge amount of information available that some folks are drowning in it. There is a lot to take in.
For us early bloomers it was a very different world; not only was there far less information readily accessible, but very often there were few others to discuss spiritual subjects with. It’s often called the great mystery, and so gave rise to the various mystery schools over time.
I can’t say I’ve ever been terribly drawn to any of those oracles of occult learning; nothing in particular against them, just not my vibe.
Likewise, I’ve never felt the urge to go study at the knee of this guru or that mystic; but rather just to follow my own heart, and that still, small voice within. Libraries and old book stores, that’s my vibe.
“When the student is ready, the teacher will appear”
Even though you may eschew gurus and teachers, rest assured that when you least expect it one may show up in your life anyway, to walk the path with you a while and share some wisdom. That is exactly how it happened for me. It was back in 1984 and I was freshly returned to the Seattle area after living in Alaska the previous 12 years. I was working as a counselor back then, and in my free time I hung around the various metaphysical bookstores & new age centers throughout the area.
After a while I noticed I kept seeing this one native American fellow at almost every bookstore or function I attended; and on one such encounter he walks over to me and said; “Hi, I’m Markus, why are you following me?” His face was so friendly, and his eyes so kind, I could only reply that I was thinking the same exact thing about him. At 6’2″ he was an imposing figure but those kind eyes said he was not only peaceful, but at peace as well.
There was an instant kismet, a mutual recognition that we had some work to do together, and had maybe even done so before. We became friends so quickly I never really noticed much when he also became a spiritual mentor. Markus and his wife Jen were also new to the Seattle area, having recently arrived from California.
His primary occupation was that of being a crystal smuggler. They would travel down to Arkansas, and sometimes to Columbia to dig crystals and semi-precious stones; then bring them back to the west coast to sell them. It turned out that Markus and I had several areas of common interest which acted like a cement to the friendship. It was very nice having someone to discuss spiritual matters with, especially when that interchange often expanded my understanding of the great mystery.
“An ego weary of the pleasures of this world is ready to take on spirit, in a meaningful, healthy and well grounded way.” ~ Soren Dreier ~
The following summer Markus and his wife Jen were planning their annual sabbatical retreat to Mt. Shasta; and took me totally off guard when they asked if I’d like to join them!! No phones, no schedules or workshops; just a week up on the mountain with mother nature. considering I’d never been to the famous mystic mountain before, there was no way I could decline the invitation. Because their work included a lot of traveling; they drove a rather nice van conversion which we used for the Shasta trip.
We arrived in the town of Mt. Shasta about 2:00 PM, giving us plenty of time to hit the store for last minute provisions and ice. It was late in June, with the last vestige of winter being the snow up on the summit, and everything below that was in full bloom. We followed the road from town as it wound its way up the mountain.
The scenery was both breathtaking and somewhat dangerous, as guard rails were few & far between; and one could rather easily go sailing right off into empty air while admiring the view. Markus drove the van all the way to the highest, and last campground; Panther Meadows, at about 7500 ft. elevation. Pulling into the small parking area we saw just two other vehicles, the place was virtually empty!
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