I lived in Manhattan for a lot of my adult life, from 1988 through about 1998. I went to college in Greenwich Village, where there were aromatherapy shops, crystal gifts and all sorts of therapies that included flowers and candles. What I was witnessing was the post birth of the New Age movement. These shops always intrigued me, and when I felt the stress or pressures of college life, I usually would just start browsing around these stores, picking up vibrations wondering if this was just a trend or something that truly worked and would be around. Time would tell.
Post college, I enrolled in a Tai Chi and Yoga class. Our group traveled sometimes, once to Boston. I also I did a lot of traveling to trade shows which left me tired. I needed a miracle to get all my work done. Instead of going home, I spend the Holidays with a friend who had introduced me to the Internet. My first jobs in media exposed me to different technology and I as become a better researcher, using the information from professors and professionals on the Internet, I began assisting my friend on his projects (to keep his confidence, I won’t divulge what these projects were). But it involved research into the JFK assassination and UFOs.
I began noticing that there was a real absence of meaning in some the different social cliques I would occasionally hang around with. I began my own search for recovering my spirituality. Without falling into New Age traps, I wanted a connection to the other world that was real, not electronic. I didn’t believe that sitting in Church every Sunday was enough. At the end of the 20th Century, it was pretty clear the New Age movement was here to stay.
To be humble and embrace Spirit. I became an avid fan of Marianne Williamson, Spiritualist and Author of the “A Course In Miracles/Return to Love” series. She was conducting a seminar at the New York Open Center in Greenwich Village. It was a Saturday evening discussion group. Of course, I went. She has a certain peaceful air about her, and I don’t think the fame and popularity of her writings affected her ego. We did some lessons about applying the principles in her first three books in our lives.
Mostly, what her writings and interpretations of did was change my perspective, give me an objective view on my life. Some of my depressions lifted and I remember feeling lighter after these sessions. Literally, it was like someone had removed me from under a huge boulder, the weight all gone, I wondered if I would feel “normal” again. I have gone with friends and people from almost every religion to their respective houses of worship to experience their religions. For a time, I read the teachings of Buddha, the writings of the Boddhisattva and embraced that too, as an anchor, when the explanations of my given faith didn’t seem to be enough. The ideas that colors could be healing for the soul and that meditation could calm you truly appealed.
Amidst strong feelings of déjÃ vu and bonding with a community, I now embrace Spirit and have found new interests in the healing: the power of colors, art and art therapy kept us occupied for hours. I took a variety of courses at NYU. These included art, acting, Calculus and writing. When I took a took on Judaism, Christianity and Islam, I could not understand why in Western Religions, there always had to be war or fighting when it came to recruiting or in that day “forcing” people to embrace God. The Crusades and every movement seems to be centered on certain groups splitting off and establishing new traditions and philosophies. Aren’t we all supposed to be the same underneath or inside? Even New Ager’s would admit that Ego causes the rifts in people everywhere, in New Age spirituality as well. There should be no right or wrong in religion, we should be one Universal Conscious, reaching and extending out to others who have lost their way.
Today, my daughter has an great affinity and talent for drawing and during the summer of 2008 we spent a lot of time together, healing. We are a lot alike and have often wondered what my Karmic lesson is with our relationship. She is a carefree Spirit, a gifted and budding artist. I encourage and support her interests and talents.
Back to the power of colors in our lives, I frequently have vivid dreams with colorful panoramic views that stay imprinted in my conscious as I go about my day. This morning, Nov. 2nd, I dreamt about lights that looked like round bubbles. These are called Orbs. These Orbs were well lit, and cascaded toward me slowly and steadily, at first, these made me panic, and I woke up, still feeling like I was running away from the Orbs. After calming down, I look up the Orbs or Light on several Internet sites that translate Dream symbols. The Orbs or orbs of light symbolize spiritual transformation and renewal. You should embrace Spirit. How perfect, I thought.