in my hair

What is it about mystical matters that is unacceptable? People glaze over, roll their eyes, give knowing looks, beat a hasty retreat, even make snide remarks. And yet...is it the last bastion of polite discrimination? Is it just the preserve of the loony, the wacky, the imbalanced, the weak of mind? Some milennia of mystery schools, secret societies, esoteric knowledge, and seriously famous (often infamous) adherents would attest to there being more to it than the lore of the intellectually lost.

At lunch today, in the midst of a police canteen, we had a discussion about past-life regression, reincarnation and angels. True there was much pausing, looks over the shoulder and going quiet as people entered and left the sacred space, but the discussion did evolve between us three, and a fourth joined in, at least open to possibilities. There was disconcerted, repeated need for affirmation from the one who had gone furthest down the path; but our audience was enthusiastic and encouraging. Commenting about the age of souls, led to the query: who are the new souls? I have never given this much thought, but assumed it was simply those who are most enraptured with materialism. I was not far off - the newest souls are the celebrities: image and public atention being an all-consuming vocation. Upon reflection, it makes sense to me, and explains why when some folks speak of shopping expeditions, brand names, and plan for beach wear back in February - I feel so distant in time and space that I am left speechless. Not that I am enlightened; just not mindful of bling, rings or things.

Could it be, that those who do have interests in the unseeable, the ancient mysteries, the metaphorical and the guiding hand of angels and spirits ought to be a bit bolder about these beliefs. Ought we not to recognise that it is those with longer vision who ought to be leading society, instead of trying to join newbies in prioritising  the search for the x-factor. Ought we be able to start to turn this gross material paradigm on its head, and proclaim that we do have answers, and they are wondrous.

I finished the day by visiting some healers who contribute their channelled energy almost for free. As my favorite such spirit sent electricity through my hair, I thought, "watch out for the angels, that's where they sit when they whisper to me...."