Wednesday, February 1, 2012

It's a crazy world out there!

What we have is a generation of people who are working on themselves. Have you noticed this? In unprecedented ways: in seminars, through therapy, though church, though things like this. And we have resistance to that. 

In fact, I went to a wedding some years’ ago and sat next to a woman who was in her late 60s or early 70s and we were talking a little about the wedding and she said, “I don’t get it.” She asked, “What’s going on here? Why is everybody in therapy? We didn’t need any therapy when I was a kid.” She said, “Why is everybody drugging up their childhood? Let it lay.” She asked, “What is it with these women? What do they want? Why don’t they stay home with their kids where they belong? She asked, “Who let the homosexuals out of the closet?” She then asked, “What do the animal rights people want?” She said, “Every time I look around, I see a starving kid on the television. The world’s going to hell.” And you know for her, the world is going to hell. For me, it’s going in the other direction.

Because what we are doing as a society is exactly appropriate for the observing consciousness. We’re looking at it! We are as a society conducting a fearless moral inventory and we’re drugging it up. All the humanity, all the poverty, all the problems, all of the ugliness, we are holding it up and as is the want of human beings, we’ve gone way too far. But we’re doing it and for that I think we can only be grateful.

There have been people observing for a long time. The poets, the Saints, the philosophers; this is nothing terribly new. What is new is the scope of it. What is new is that it is more of a mass consciousness; particularly in our society and other societies throughout the world. And what happens when you observe? Well, what happens when you observe is you start to see connections. And what are connections? Love. And that’s what I see as the next level of consciousness.

Check back tomorrow for some more shocking comments.

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