The Transpersonals

The world is getting weirder and weirder by leaps and bounds. It’s moving faster and faster. It’s very science fiction. You have potentially human life-extinguishing epidemic diseases, at the same time that you have whispers of cold fusion and journeys to the stars. Meanwhile people are meeting little rubbery beings in their bedrooms in the middle of the night, and having rectal examinations. All this crazy shit is going on which is called the melt-down of Western civilisation at the end of the second millennium. Then if you toss psychedelic drugs into the mix, shamanic plants and this sort of thing, and make journeys out into the architectonic superspace of the culture, you quickly realise the cosmic egg is cracking.
"God divided the whole mixture into souls equal in number to the stars,
and assigned each soul to a star." ~ Plato
In an infinitely strange, open-ended and inter-connected Universe, if you awaken to your unlimited power as a free-thinking human being and the best you can come up with is getting a nice car and a big house, maybe you haven’t woken up yet. In fact, consider that maybe, you’re even further down the hole than you were before.
The Transpersonals wish you a happy Twenty Twelve and a merry new age.