Coming of Age

The Age of Pisces is over. That age was all about heroes, leaders who rose up to guide the rest of we faceless followers. Whether it was the Pope, a president, the king, or a general in the military, we organized our communities around The One, almost always a man, who could guide us.

The Age of Aquarius is about the collective, about how every individual has a role to play. The revolution in Egypt is such a perfect example of the way the world is in the brand new age. After thirty years, Mubarak stepped down, not in response to a call from one individual, but from the masses, literally.

My sense of what this is, I mean the blog world, also Facebook, Twitter - all the ways we interconnect over the internet - this is the ground, the matrix, the foundation for the way in which we will co-create destiny. The Star Mandarins will play a part, but not in the same way they used to. Of course the way we conduct ourselves in "real" life matters, my goodness yes. Think globally but act locally. However the resonance of what we publish on the network (as the Star Mandarins call the internet) is greatly magnified. Once we put it on the network, whatever we've published becomes instantly available to everyone else who is connected. It's very powerful.

Each of us, then, has a responsibility to think carefully about how we use this network. The power of this way of connecting is monumental, though no one person or small group of leaders can control it. It's up to all of us to use this brand new format to create a healthy foundation for the upcoming jump in evolution. May I say right now that I am so grateful to Tess of Willow Manor, for throwing her Willow Manor Ball every year, a way in which we gather for a day of glamour and fun, and create community in a way that's both miraculous and silly. I'm patting myself on the back for starting the Bridgid Poetry Slam here (something that has also migrated to Facebook). On February 1 or 2nd, the network is infused with poetry. That can't hurt, right?

I'm in awe this morning thinking about how well I know ... for instance ... Ellen of the blog Ellen's Head. I've never met Ellen in "real" life, but we are very close. It's not fake or virtual, it's a real closeness. I'm thinking about my band of "gypsies" as a group of ten of us call ourselves. All of us attended the same high school, lost track of each other, but then reconnected on Facebook. We are truly and genuinely there for each other, seeing each other through all kinds of ups and downs.

It feels more important than ever, to me at least, to eschew all forms of propaganda. In fact I feel kind of bad for posting a link to a picture of Hitler the other day - as if we really need another image of him on the network, for heaven's sake.

Everything we publish becomes part of the tapestry. So, in order to help co-create a culture of beauty, balance, and delight (thanks Donald Engstrom), I'm going to think really carefully - even more carefully than I already do - about what I put out.

It's an extraordinary time. Chaotic right now, yes. Shake it, shake it, baby. (Sending Reiki and soothing energy to the citizens of Christchurch, New Zealand this morning.) The old ways and old structures are falling away and there's no valiant white man out there to tell us what to do next. We are going to have grow up. No one great leader is going to save us. It's time for us to save ourselves. Isn't that cool?