The odd thing is, the New Age talking points are like the end of the line of a game of "telephone". The things being said have some vague element of truth...and yet it's so watered down and diluted, the message is just lost.
In my opinion, it really comes down to this: it's a lot easier, and more fun to buy crystals, shop for books and organize them on your shelf, decorate with skulls and flowers and herbs and jars, do rituals that you don't really understand but get to be a part of a community and have a sense of belonging in,
talk about spirituality, and
call yourself a label, than it is to do hard and actual work. Who wants to do hard work and suffer to change ourself into a better person? Why don't we just go shopping, and change our clothes, and make our ego into a "different person". To change the outer, it's much more easy.
But what about that
hard word? To actually, sincerely, and
consistently sit and meditate daily. And to do it properly and work on the technique, with a teacher, or studying on your own, until your sure your not just closing your eyes and breathing for 10 minutes and calling that meditation.
To actually
read and study
deeply, and to not just use books as a collectors item, another hit of dopamine to put on the shelf, make a reddit post about, read three pages, and then turn it into permanent decor.
To be humble, and persistent enough to know that you are
not awake, or enlightened, or in gnosis just because you've watched enough Tik Tok saying you are and read enough posts of other people saying they are.
But all of that stuff is
boring! We need dopamine, we're attached to it, so we had better just keep collecting and collecting spiritual things and ideas and labels. It's all butterflies and rainbows and peace signs here. And look how much
progress we're making, we're ascending! How are we ascending? Well,
insert reason here that's why! We're totally transcending our ego, not making it even bigger, right? Not growing it larger with a newer, shinier, most humble, most virtuous, better, more patient, more wonderful, more loving, ultra spiritual ego. I'm a totally different person now! Look at my apartment, and my new clothes, and my new label: I'm a Cosmic Starseed Witch. By the way, I am totally more humble than everyone else now that I'm spiritual.
95% of the spiritual community is like this. A big old ugly ball of disappointing spiritual ego. We all fall victim to it, myself included, in some capacity. But some more than others.
It hurts to transform, to change, to truly awaken. It's not a journey of collecting crystals and drawing butterflies all the time. It's not a trend. But some people want to do that. Can't stop them. Shouldn't stop them. But they're just doing the same thing they did before they discovered spirituality, etc. Buying things, decorating, buying clothes, creating a new ego. Not chopping enlightened wood...just never even stepping into the river of change.
You can have shelves and shelves of books, thousands of crystals, a house full of perfect spiritual decor, unlimited occult outfits designed and accessorized to perfection, and a mind/ego that insists "I'm awake. I'm a high-priestess. I'm a cosmic healer. I'm God."
But you have to ask yourself, if your entire house burns down tomorrow, (TOMORROW!), and you wake up with nothing material, save for your naked body. And that's lucky! Because to truly erase the ego, you'd have to destroy the physical body too, and maim it and disfigure it. But let's say it goes a little easier. You just lose all of that stuff.
Who are you? What are you?
The answer should be the same. Divine forces were working
for you by wiping clean all you have, encouraging you to start again. It's a fresh slate. Like a child who has just had his sandcastle kicked down, you now have a clean canvas to start from the beginning at this point in time.
But the amount of attachment so many of us have to all of this stuff, we aren't ascending or growing, we're just picking a new material world, a new devil, a new attachment to attach to in our daily search for dopamine as two-legged animals. Constantly shopping for more, more books, crystals, decor, knowledge even, but never awakening.
If you let go of the books, you can realize that all that matters is that the knowledge got into your head. It's ok if they burned down. Unless...you didn't read them. That's the only true loss. If you
did real them, all that matters is that
that knowledge is applied. Then it's ok if you lose the knowledge, in alzheimer's or old age, and you can't remember the knowledge anymore. Unless....you read all the books and got all intellectual about it....but never actually put it in motion, and
applied the knowledge to your life. Then that's also a true loss. But if you did. If you actually were
sincere (as in the I Ching concept of "Sincerity", AKA, Are you for real about this spirituality thing, or are you full of it?). If you were truly sincere, you put the collecting aside and focused on the stuff that really didn't cost all the money: the meditating, the getting the knowledge off the pages, into your head, and into your life to be applied.
Then you'll feel so much less loss when the books or your body burns or rots. Nothing is permanent. It will eventually. You didn't buy books for them to sit on a shelf. Read them, get the words into your head, reflect, and start using the knowledge. They sit useless on your shelf. You might as well use them as a doorstop. The crystals and all that is just useless decor aside from the arguably metaphysical properties, which may be somewhat overplayed for profit, to be honest.
You're taking ONE THING with you when you die (arguably, as many here may disagree which is of course fine) - not the body, not your stuff, not your achievements or your legacy or your accomplishments, not your beliefs (they rot away in the brain in the ground). You take your consciousness/soul with you, which continues the eternal journey.
The butterfly collector made the mistake of buying butterfly after butterfly, chasing the dream of what he saw in the creatures that flew free.
But his whole life, he could never reach it. Walls covered, edge to edge with thousands of pinned butterflies.
He never realized before he died, that he was supposed to
be the butterfly. Not try and capture a fleeting moment through decorations on the wall.
There's pretending or trying to be something, and then there's doing something with sincerity. The Ones who are sincere don't go showing off to everyone else about it.
But
I myself am fully a hypocrit!
I bought a butterfly, as a piece of decor. How hypocritical of me, wouldn't you say? After all of that?
I have to admit, that I'm full of it just as much as my fellow humans. I have to know this and express this. I am not awake at this point in time. I'm not close to being awake, but I am proceeding at making an attempt in this direction.
One butterfly. Does it serve a purpose? Is it ok to have decor? And how do you not get attached to it? Would I be upset if it dropped to the floor and broke?
I would. An exceptional hypocrite, I absolutely love that butterfly on my shelf, and love is an attachment. I'd suffer due to the loss of that material piece of decor.
I have an exceptional amount of work to do.
I spent the better portion of the past year moving into a "New Age" spiritual "community" and much, too much money, only to find nothing spiritual. Ram Dass quotes on the wall, but nothing but drinking and partying. No meditation to be found.
There was no sincerity.
The New-Age disappointment is everywhere. Even inside myself, to a degree. You have to be sincere. The rest is all temporary. The books, the rituals, they are all for the soul. If they are for the body, the body is just a vehicle for carrying and serving the soul.
Whatever you can get done for your soul while you are here, the clock is ticking. Your body and all of it's stuff, and your mind too, your brain, is going to rot into the ground. The consciousness the only thing that's going to keep going. If you believe in that sort of thing.