Excerpt from My First Word
Adi Da Samraj: This is the late-time, the dark epoch, East and West. This is the long-prophesied time of the setting sun, the Western sun. This is the time of the decline of the mind and the culture of the rising sun, the Eastern sun.
Now the human world is in its "Western" and "Westernizing" phase. For centuries, there has been the slow motion toward this grotesque mockery of end-time, wherein all, now at the end of day, look forward only to their long-anticipated nightlife of lower and subhuman and always struggling occupations of body, emotion, and mind.
The "Western" time of Man is that epoch which is characterized by ambiguity relative to any kind of dependency, any kind of "authority", or even any demand from without. The "Western" and "Westernizing" Man (male or female), including even all the "modern" and "modernizing" human world, is deeply set in rebellion. This dark time is thoroughly characterized by a reactive and adolescent, immature, egoic, and ego-bound, and ego-binding rebellion against all that is not the ego-"I"- and all that can be described as true "authority", and all "authority-figures", and even all "others".
In this adolescent "Western" (or sunset) time, the "kingdom" is ruled by the separate and separative ego-"I", one by one, and every "one" suspects and accuses every other "one" of threatening the "freedom" of the suspicious and accusing ego-"I".
Even in this time of the politics of "reality", and the society of "reality", and the "culture" of "reality", and the science of "reality", and the arts of "reality", and even the religions of "reality", or even all the empty and fleshy monotonies and mere "ego-systems" of this would-be "utopian" era of the "realism" of mere lowness and illusion, it must be Said that, now that this sunset time of night games is upon all, the Diurnal Fuse yet Crackles overnight, and will Make an inevitable Dawning. And, in the meantime, much can be Said and Done to bring the nightwalkers to Rest, and to Awaken them Early, to Feel toward the inevitable Morning, and to watch for the Flying Horse of Dawn that Lights the Single Eye and Heart, and Restores the Divine Kingdom within, and (if only there is Compassionate Love) without as well.
This is the vulgar time for each and all are mad "monarchs" and false "authorities", making a universal "democracy" by destroying all "Kingship", all "Queenship", all Rule, replacing the "Center" everywhere with "Centerless" mobbery and refusal, and the constant "no" and caricaturing satire of "uncourtly" and merely "realistic" behaviors, intrigues, controversies, and suspicions, always making sure that no head rises above the rest, and that no head bows to any foot, and that all are constantly reminded of their blowing backsides and how that "means" there is no "soul", no God, no Truth, no Ultimate and Divine and Only Self, but only mocking contempt of these is allowed (and mocking contempt of any one who dares to be made serious and Sublime by What only the Heart can hear and see).
Excerpt from My First Word