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This is such an encouraging and illuminating post. Very meaty. The Academy embedded video is also inspiring.

When I was a young child growing up in post-WWII Washington, D.C., I experienced a brain injury that not only caused an out-of-body experience for me, but which also led to medically-related medical trauma of electrodes glued to my head and all kinds of other nutty stuff. I now believe the accident caused some sort of disruption in my left brain operations. Having come from a family of scientists, engineers and successful businessmen, this has been a stumbling block for me. But I believe the injury may also have led to a high focus on the arts and an abiding interest in what we may call “higher consciousness.”

This trait has actually proved to be helpful (or at least interesting) for me in our current chaotic times! Thanks to the additional layer of reality introduced by the internet, we can now read of credible scientists and philosophers considering alternate realms of reality, as well as formerly schizophrenic-sounding topics such as the possible existence of “aliens”—which some contemporary brilliant minds are even suggesting might be the angels and demons referred to in this ancient book I learned about….

In older age, I now regard my life as a fascinating road of self-discovery, a little science mixed with much spiritual exploration.

In recent years, there is much deja-vu in our society and I know I’m not alone. My University of Maryland experience of the 60s and 70s included tear gas and tanks. Highway patrolmen and human blockades in the streets. There was burning of buildings in the name of peace, cutting off access to classrooms in the name of education….why is the present so eerily familiar?

How can Huxley’s test tube babies, produced at an imaginary facility called The Hatchery, be actual reality in 2024? How is it that we’re holding out our hands and wallets en masse, like robots, for our dose of Soma? How long has Big Brother been watching us? What should we be calling him instead of “brother?”

As a young adult, I related most to the crazies among us: Back-to-the-earth hippies. Turn In, Tune In, Drop Out. Be Here Now.

Huxley, Orwell. Bradbury. Truth-seeking. Solitude in nature blended with community. Hunting and growing your own healthy food. Herbal tea. Homesteading. Children. Love. Books. So many books.

And music. Always the music.

Yes, Joni, they did, indeed, pave paradise and put up a parking lot.

We were outliers, the self-described “freaks.” But now I see this craziness coming to a fascinating fruition. More and more of us yearn to join The Book People as the present world increasingly resembles Idiocracy.

My husband was a Navy veteran from Vietnam era. We know how those guys got treated (hint: “Babykillers!!”). So when we married we took the John Prine route:

"Blow up your TV

Throw away your paper

Go to the country

Build you a home

Plant a little garden

Eat a lot of peaches

Try an' find Jesus on your own.”

Easy? Nope. But worked out well for us in the end.

Let me sum up this rant by saying that by the grace of a loving God, who gave His only (I suspect you know the rest), I’m experiencing these last miles of my own journey with a sense of affirmation, despite the angst of my Boom generation. It’s been a journey of finding the Creator of all this magnificence in order to overcome the evil that seeks to separate us from our Creator and each other.

“We are stardust, we are golden/ We are caught in the devil's bargain/And we've got to get ourselves/Back to the garden.” (Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)

Your post blessed me today. Thank you for sharing it and for permitting me to indulge in a little morning writing exercise.

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