The Doer is a nude 7 year old boy, holding up to us an open book with indistinct characters. Each reader sees what he needs. A tasseled book mark indicates the open page and another place in the section not yet read. He holds a tie to a meek black horse on our right. On our left, a white horse rears on a human skull. This is the former Sun card, and the sun above has character and rays. Endless vistas, fields of flowers and beautiful things should be in this card. The book of the new age is held open by a 7 year old boy, a mere 1/5 the age of his parents, 1/10 the age of his grandparents, and perhaps 1/20 the age of the oldest folks around. If the Doer is the new American people, then the same ratios exist for us. We are 200 years old, our parents (the Europeans), a thousand, and our grandparents (the Greeks) 2000, while the Jews are about 4000 years old as a people, or perhaps a little more. We were born a little over 200 years ago, when a few poor emigrants from England finally slipped off their European heritage and became pioneers. This mysterious and momentous event took place in the obscure backwoods of the eastern seaboard, under the barrier of the Appalachian range, about a generation before the revolutionary war. Poor emigrants were forced to move to the farthest frontier. They had to take what they could get. What they got was misery. Periodic Indian uprisings massacred whole counties and townships. The Indian was a formidable foe before the time of railroads and repeating rifles. Far from the tidewater which formed the basis of 18th century transportation, these settlers were beyond help from central authorities. Nevertheless, they relied on government for generations. As with all seminal events, we really know nothing about it. We don't know how these colonists became pioneers. We only know the challenge existed, and they finally made a creative response. Rejecting the trappings of civilized life, they preferred to live as the Indians did, even sharing their love of warfare and fighting. Somehow they got the nerve to defy centralized authority, whether it was English, French, or American. Government authorities drew lines on maps and said 'thou shall not cross'. But cross they did anyway. The true pioneers kept together in clans for generations, repeatedly leapfrogging beyond the last known settlement, beyond all authority, taking terrible losses. Dale Van Every, a noted historian of the real (as opposed to Hollywood) pioneer, says they averaged a 30% loss in each generation to Indian attacks. Yet they did not hate and fear the Indian as did later more settled Americans. Right up to the time of the mountain men (1840's) and beyond, many lived with the Indians. All lived like the Indians, who have ever been the greatest teacher for the American people. For 100 years the pioneers leap-frogged across the country, until there was no more country unexplored. The pioneer experience really was a melting pot. This has nothing to do with the notion of melting the 5 races together. What happened for the vast majority was a melting down of the 'old world' culture, whatever that happened to be, including African or Native American. What was born was a new people, filled with the innocence of youth. Like an impetuous child, we are still under the domination of our elders, the dominant elite in this country, consisting in old world minds unchanged by the melting pot. That is why it is still easy for the old world minds among us to control us; we are still 7 years old. The white horse rears on a human skull, and our own purified and innocent forces rest upon the death of all that was old-world in us. We are good-hearted, believing the best of everyone, unable to believe in evil intentions against us by anyone. That is why we can control the dark side of human nature so easily, with a mere ribbon. We have no hate and anger in us. This is perhaps a weakness. We must have a balance of positive and negative forces in us, if we are to rise up to greatness. We must learn to accept anger as energy that may be put to good use, in throwing off the shackles of the Thinker and Actor and regaining control of our own destiny. "The breath of life is in your hands, the spark of death, also. Quicken the new birth and fan the spark that the passing past is laid at rest. Desire above all things the Sun." Do not listen to the counsel of despair that comes from the old world minds who control media and education. Listen to the song of optimism in your heart. Listen to the Nameless One: -"Bright Sun above in center. Sun has character, rays too. Vistas almost endless. They stand midst flowers, symbols of beauty here. All kinds of colors." The Age of Aquarius is real. It will happen. The decadence of the dominant elite is not our decadence. It does not affect us. Our civilization is yet to be built, and the book of the future is still unopened. It can only be opened by the Doer. It is not enough to have right thoughts or right knowledge. The new age will not come of itself. We must roll up our sleeves and work, and sacrifice, and learn, and do. |
"The foretelling time. The pages from the rear are in the fore. Sun-worshippers have taken their place. The ray of love is seldom perceived and often misunderstood as having flesh. The daybreak of the new morn is founded on the proper perception of the ray of love. Babes know it not- -neither man nor woman. The mystic alone knows the reality of this ray."