This is my at-one-ment with the Universe
including all that She provides for me.
And I call her a She
because She is the Bounty of all Being.
God remains as the masculine
and serves as the Provider of and for Her offspring.
And thus They Create One Another.
As the Bible says Eve was made of the rib from Adam.
So the Universe is created
from the piece of Him
that is nearest and dearest to His Heart.
I assume by many I will be called a New Age thinker,
and I don’t dispute that indeed I am.
At the rate the world is moving right now,
today is certainly a newer age than yesterday.
And indeed this month a newer age than last.
If an age does not become new,
it is because the Being has ceased to grow.
And Life decays from stagnancy.
Yet from whichever age I have come,
be it the Age of Buddha, the Age of Christ, the Age of Mohammed,
the Age of Slavery, or the Age of Darkness,
This Age is New.
The stories on which we are raised are many and rich.
From whatever culture we are spawned,
the legends portray,
not only the ideal of our Being,
but of the journey We take to Become.
The images are vast and playful,
signs and symbols that can barely begin to describe
the wonder of the actual Experience.
To Breathe through Life. To Sense. To Feel. To Touch.
To Hold, to Love, and To Let Go.
To forget that any story has ever been told
and the Present Moment is the Climax
of the only Story that Matters. Here. Now.
As Aristotlean Wisdom proclaims,
every story has a beginning, middle, and end,
each character a trial, sacrifice, and victory.
For we are All the Big Picture of our Legends.
We are each the culmination of our Collective Culture.
For in Each of Us is the Spirit
of Whomever has brought us to Spawn.
And we face this World,
these situations, these libations, these intoxications,
and find such interesting things from these people
in this funhouse mirror that is called Life.
For in Every Face we see,
there is the same Spirit, in a Different Story,
from a Different Culture. By a Different Name. In a Different Game.
In each of these People who mirror our Souls,
there is a Map sketched into their eyes,
of the Journey that has brought them to the Treasure of Now.
And in the right light,
Your Map looks just like Mine.
The raging battleplaces of Good and Evil,
Right and Wrong, Love and Hate, Faith and Folly,
and the War to tell the Difference.
And in each and every Story, each and every facet of Reality,
in each of our own Perceptions,
We are the Hero our People have been waiting for.
It is our trial, our sacrifice, our victory.
For in each of us there is the Spirit
that my culture calls the Christ.
And upon the Realization of our Heroism,
we first accept our Call with the two words ‘I Am.’
I Am the Change I long to see in the World.
I Am the vessel through which My God Serves.
I Am That I Am.
And to clothe ourselves in the armor we will need
for our epic battle of deciding which I Am we really are,
if we choose our Story
to Believe in this God-breathed Example of Service and Compassion,
and tell it through the Three Acts of Faith, Hope, and Love,
then our Story will Become as Legend.
But before We set off on our Quest for Reward,
we take a Moment to Be Still and Know
that I Am God,
we are blessed to receive
two of the Greatest Gifts from the Parents of our Creation.
Time and Choice. This New Age.
This Moment of Stillness, of Silence,
as our Mother holds us in her bosom
and the rhythm of our Hearts blend
with the Heart Beat of the Universe.
With the Faith of a Child we Know
that we can always Choose Peace.
Our Breath joins our Beat,
adding melody to the Musical Score of Life.
Our Words, Our Songs, Our Laughs, and Our Cries
as Instruments to celebrate Our Return,
our Resurrection as a New Creature.
The Credits from the Previous Feature have come to an end.
And as we begin to tell the Story of our New Age,
we begin at Act One,
in touch with the Rhythm from whence we have come.
As We go to face our Own Adventures,
I wish you well on your Way, and Time if you Stay.
This was written and first read in June 2005 at the legendary Big E’s Coffeehouse. Read the story here.
