The New Age — An Introduction

The New Age — what is it, anyway? Another fad? A hustle? In a society so given to instant enlightenment and the quick buck, slogans like this, especially when they’re used to sell everything from shampoo to magazines, are as suspect as Guru Maharaji in his silver Maserati.

Somethyme, It’s The Right Time

Living in a college town has always seemed to be one of the more subtle and better-natured forms of masochism. In its positive and lighter sense this desire for pain manifests itself in the form of cheap, old movies, free umbrellas and unmatched gloves in any lost-and-found worth finding, saunas for the Nordics, free toilet paper for the light-fingered, and the Perkins Library world famous collection of necrobilia on the Dukes of Durham.

Channel One

WE ARE ALL CHANNELS, and what we know, what we feel, who we are, determine what we channel. Every day numerous messages channel through us, and the effects of our behavior, our transmission, is powerful and influential.

Letter From Boston

The big question, to me right now, is this life style, the entire New Age business, another concrete fantasy?

The Bardic Test

I have been asked to submit my dreams to Bardic tests. For years I have allowed innuendoes from my dreams to slip into my daily affairs. Now my friends and acquaintances have grown weary of dividing these dream outcroppings from my intentional deceptions and mystifications.

Walt Whitman, New Age Poet

His was certainly a transcendental joy, and it colors and suffuses nearly all he wrote. Critics traditionally responded to such spiritual ecstasy with doubt and the inability to comprehend: one has to be in a mystical set — on the way to illumination — before one can be illumined.

What Cost Competition?

Economic theory is sometimes cloaked by a mysterious aura, because it represents an abstraction from physical reality. Yet, there is great potential for the application of economics to provide stable material welfare for all humanity.

You Can’t Always Get What You Want . . . Or Can You?

Recently I decided to investigate one of the lesser-known (at least in this area) awareness programs, Silva Mind Control, having been offered a free breeze through the 40-hour training session in exchange for this article. 

Out Of The Many, One: The Aquarian Promise

Time passes; the progress of life displays itself as the panorama of history. Human growth, the rise and fall of civilizations, follows the inevitable pulse of change as it etches evolution with millennia, epochs, and eras.

Seth: On The Second Coming

He will not come to reward the righteous and send evildoers to eternal doom. He will, however, begin a new religious drama. . . . As happened once before, however, He will not be generally known for who He is. There will be no glorious proclamation to which the whole world will bow.

Another Appetite

They say the New Age has arrived, that our consciousness is being raised, that we are witnessing a new stage in our evolution. Though I don’t consider myself a pessimist, it’s hard for me to overlook the spiritual apathy, old-fashioned greed, and general selfishness that seems to pervade our civilization.

Spinach Wilts

It was The New Age and there I was on the elevator — 68th floor, 15th floor, 43rd floor — thinking: bongs will never totally replace joints. Bongs have their place, sure, a big place. But a joint is a . . .

Earth as a planet needs tending to

One cant love without fear of exposing / tender parts to pain, nor can one leave / love to feeling incomplete, to make sense / from pain, never-ending, like glare.

the palm-leaf

alone. / the harsh beauty. / salt waves / strike the sandward grain. / the palm-leaf / totters at the edge

Recognition

The world becomes another / story. I see nothing so clearly / as myself, and that / smudged. The mirror I took / for a wife has run off / with my eyes.

Aquarian Meditation

Shades of the winter moon / distill the sky / into a foretaste of the arising: / the emergent forest tapestry / of dissonant souls / harmonizes.

Mer de Glace

Under ice / we breathe in shrunken sentences, / locked in / by the firn dome overhead / moving through our white sleep / like a clock’s hour hand.

Selected Poems

It slips through us / a parade of delicate / dead women that carry / the sun in the August sky

— from “End of Summer”

Selected Poems

From the trees beside me / a hawk emerges, / falling horizontally / toward Bradley Falls.

— from “1.”