I’m not sure if it’s a function of the Mother’s gift of clarity, just something that’s occurring for me personally, or something else entirely, but I find myself wanting many things I once had and feeling impatient to have them again.
And primarily those things relate to the Growth Movement of the Seventies.
I said a while back that I think the Growth Movement languished in the recession of the early Eighties. I think its hiatus was helped by the tremendous impact that automation had on the job market and people’s wages and marketability.
The social safety net was torn to shreds. Many people lost such factors of security as pensions and benefits plans. No one had money any more to attend courses. Everyone seemed to be hunkered down just getting by.
I think that the cabal engineered matters so that things like personal growth were “taken out.” In their place we were fed a steady diet of action-packed movies, crime-based TV programs, and mind-numbing advertisements which had the effect of dumbing us down.
All this was in preparation for the big push that began with 9/11 and represented the cabal’s attempt to take over the world.
Whatever happened and whatever is happening now, I find myself hungering for what we had back then. Actually hungering does not go far enough. Pining and hankering after the consciousness-raising work we used to do in the Seventies.
A lot of it was spear-headed by the civil-rights, women’s, and anti-war movements of the Sixties. A lot was inspired by the flower children. But by the Seventies it had morphed into a life that seemed to be one group experience after another in a smorgasbord of finely-targeted growth work designed to put us in touch with body, mind, and soul. There never was such a time for me before or since.
And this hunger goes along with an ever-deepening realization of how true it is that our essential identity is consciousness. I’m seeing more and more how it’s phenomena in consciousness which really decide matters for us.
For instance, our belief systems result in muscular tension which lowers our awareness. A despondent feeling, a depressed mood or a disempowering thought decide so many matters for us. And there is not the relief there once was in being able to share what was happening for us with so many of our friends and family, to “work out,” as we called it then.
The Growth Movement was all about consciousness raising, getting out of our heads and in touch with our feelings. It was the leavening factor in society. It offered the most hope to us to escape from the forces that we little suspected were bearing down on us and lowering our consciousness, as they were intended to do.
In our conversations, we emphasized getting to the truth of the matter, getting in touch with our feelings, and sharing ourselves transparently. We had a plethora of exploratory and releasing technologies, like bioenergetics, rebirthing, bodywork, psychodrama, rule reconstruction, and encounter, that have fallen by the wayside since then. I acknowledge that as each day passes I yearn more and more for what we were doing and accomplishing back then.
The Growth Movement dared to look at standards of integrity, what the Buddha called “right conduct.” It dared to ask us to live up to the highest ideals, something that disappeared from our cultural landscape amid financial bubbles, junk-bond frenzies, foreclosure scams and other ways to disenfranchise and impoverish the 99%.
Ironically we were called the “Me Generation,” as if we were navel-gazing. The “me” that we were uncovering was the Self. To call us the “Me Generation” was a gross misrepresentation and a total lack of comprehension of what we were about. We were about growth, compassion, and sharing.
I hope that, after the Reval, some lightworkers will make it their life’s work to bring back the kinds of group experiences we had then. For me I see the growth that I need to make (and perhaps you share the feeling): To peel back the layers of constraint, denial and masking my feelings that I’ve fallen into in recent years.
I’m fairly bursting at the seams to have what I consider nourishing discussions that are aimed at revealing ourselves to each other, standing forth as the Self, and valuing honesty and transparency from those around us. And, while I can have those kinds of conversations online among the team, I also hunger to have them offline, up close and personal, so to speak.
Just as the Reval will put a nail in the coffin of sequestering wealth among a closed elite, so also the rise of a new culture of sharing ourselves will put a nail in the coffin of attempts to dumb us down and take us out of touch with our essential natures.
As people look at what they wish to do after the Reval, whenever it comes, I hope there are some out there who will take it as their mission to recreate the wonderful laboratories of unmasking and sharing ourselves we had back then. It’s time to bust out all over and, while I appreciate a slow pace in some areas, I’m raring to go in this one.