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Riding Timewave Zero Beyond The Apocalypse
By Paul McGuire
August 13, 2012
NewsWithViews.com
My cosmic journey began at a very young age when the questions, “Who am I? What is my purpose in life?” and “What am I doing here?” haunted me and burned in my mind night and day. While other children were content to play, I was driven to ask questions about the meaning of life. Raised in New York City, I came from a liberal, educated family. Both my parents were teachers, and neither believed in God or religion.
As a young boy, I thought science could give me the answers to my questions about life. Reading every book I could get my hands on about science and the lives of the great scientists. I often devoured ten books a week. I read about men like Albert Einstein, Nicola Tesla, Thomas Edison, Enrico Fermi, Louis Pasteur, John Oppenheimer and Dr. Robert Goddard, the father of American rocketry. Goddard was mocked by a 1920, a front-page story in The New York Times, “Believes Rocket Can Reach Moon,” where his idea was ridiculed. I learned early on that most people think and live inside the box, for fear of ridicule. I vowed that I would not be bound by the opinions of frightened little men and women. Building a huge laboratory in my New York City bedroom, I undertook amateur experiments in cryogenics, where I attempted to freeze plants for some future purpose. Soon, however, I realized that these scientists did not have the answers I was looking for. Thus, at an early age I discovered the bankruptcy of pure scientific materialism and like the authors I admired like Aldous Huxley, Dr. John C. Lilly, Ken Kesey, Jack Kerouac and Timothy Leary, I looked for answers beyond the doors of perception.
After exhausting science as a means of finding the meaning of life, I next investigated the occult and Eastern religions. Biblical Christianity was not even an option for me. At that time, I had never once met a Bible-believing Christian or seen an evangelist on television, or in churches, that had any understanding of what I am writing to you about. The only religion we had at home was secular humanism – the belief that there is no God and man is the center of the universe. As a result, I was raised to believe that there was no absolute right or wrong. Around the dinner table, my parents taught me that human evil was due to ignorance and that the concept of a personal God was an archaic belief any educated person should transcend. In addition, they told me that Christians were intellectually pathetic people who were “anti-love,” “anti-joy,” and “anti-sex.” Instead of promoting anything good, Christians were responsible for the crusades and the Inquisition. Obviously, that was highly prejudiced view, but that is what I was taught.
One Thanksgiving evening my grandmother asked my father to pray. Instead, he launched into a thunderous tirade about how there was no reason to thank God – everything we had came from man’s hard work.
In the atheistic environment of my home, the spiritual void within me grew deeper, and I plunged headlong into the New Age philosophies and radical politics. These are the superficial radical politics that have now become the consensus for entertainment, politics, education and media. Soon after I reached puberty, my parents divorced, ripping my world apart. My spiritual pilgrimage merged with a growing hatred of all authority and society. I was ripe to be seduced by the counterculture and the psychedelic philosophy of the ’60s which has now become the New Age Movement.
Although my mother held a secular humanist worldview, she was always full of loving concern and discipline. She spent thousands of hours reading me books and taking me to museums and libraries. Genuinely concerned about her rebellious son, my mother sent me to a psychotherapist whom she hoped would solve my rebellion. Since in my quest for truth, I had read countless books by psychological theorists, like Carl Rogers, Sigmund Freud, B.F. Skinner, Carl Jung, Primal Therapy by Arthur Janov, Abraham Maslow and others. Many of my childhood friend’s parents were psychologists and psychiatrists. As a group I found the majority of these people among the most intellectually lost, disconnected from reality and messed up people I had ever read about. I thought the writings of Sigmund Freud, nothing more than the projections of his personal insanity. These were men and women lost in a maze of their own delusion.
I told my therapist that I wanted to know why I was alive, who I was, and what purpose there was for my life. He could not help me and only provided a listening board. In the vain hope of finding answers, I began reading Sigmund Freud, Carl Rogers, and Carl Jung. But all the leading psychological theorists seemed to contradict each other, and I was left more confused than ever.
Then the “hippie” movement with its drugs and “free love” exploded across the nation. I remember the first time I saw Timothy Leary. Wearing a white outfit and grinning like the “Cheshire Cat” from Alice In Wonderland, he said on national television “Tune in, turn on, and drop out.” This psychedelic prophet of LSD was in distinct contrast to the people involved in organized religion. Then the Beatles recorded “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” and the psychedelic invasion of drugs, Eastern religion, and promiscuous sex spread.
