A New Cult for Childhood
What is it like to have been raised in a Cult?
Yes, I am asking you.
You weren’t raised in a cult?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
A cult is a place where unless you hand over your life and/or your money, you are excluded.
Where unless you tow the line, you are kicked out.
Where unless you bow or at least bend to the powers that be, you could be killed.
Sounds like Modern Culture to me.
Hand over your life to a JOB (just over broke?), a career, a lifetime of being told what to do: when, how and why. Hand over the money you make to buy bullshit “necessities,” additives, toiletries, pesticides, herbicides, and other pollutants that make you “acceptable.”
Hand over your ‘dignity’ if you choose the simplest of homes, the simplest of food.
Tow the line or get fired. Follow the rules or have some authority come knocking at your door and threaten to take your kids away. Maybe your own co-parent takes them, using the judicial system, or even he just does as your own family stands idly by. You should have tried harder to be perfect, please others, be strong already.
Bow or bend or drug yourself into a stupor til you finally overdose, explode, implode, or otherwise slowly or quickly kill yourself.
OR be labelled “lazy”, “weird”, “crazy”, “boring”, “unremarkable”, and go live in a homeless shelter, under a bridge, in a mental asylum or on a stupid hippie commune cult.
The lucky (smart? resilient? brave?) ones find places to die in held spaces, and become something new.
I am glad to be one of these, a refugee from Modern Culture, in exile — first by unconscious — and now by conscious choice.
What’s it been like for you?
What is it like for the children of today to be raised in Modern Culture?
I have been watching them, noticing blank stares, restless fidgeting, fixations on food, toys, social media, brands, safety, identities, video games. I have been noticing how they bounce between numbness and complacency, and desperation to be okay, by way of the “right” behaviours, thoughts, favourite colours, super heroes, clothes. Eventually it shifts into “rightness” of hair and makeup, friends, gender orientations, musical tastes, marks at school and money making schemes.
Sometimes “right” seems so “wrong”, and “wrong” seems “right”.
Not that any of it is truly right or wrong.
How a space is held determines what is possible in the space.
And possibilities, created and destroyed, have consequences.
What consequences are possible for the children of today?
Will they distract themselves from growing climate instability by watching series on Netflix about it as a consequence of being told ‘everything is okay’?
Will they end up cutting themselves or drugging themselves as a consequence of being numbed and drugged so they could ‘pay attention’ in school?
Will they lose themselves in fantasy relationships only to discover, when the novelty wears off, that they have no idea how to be real with someone else as a consequence of not having been initiated into authentic adulthood?
Authentic Adulthood — is such a thing possible?
Inauthentic adulthood certainly seems rampant.
Politicians, parents and police who rant about being misunderstood.
CEO’s who cut corners and leave messes all over the world.
Guardians who get spooked into killing innocent people.
Young men who go radical and use weapons.
Grown women who invest in plastic surgery more than in their grandkids.
What else is possible?
People from the edges, the exiles, the refugees experimenting together:
How can we do things in radically different ways, ways that get radically different results?
Natural ecstasy, no drugs needed, no fantasies, and no hangovers.
Natural beauty, no makeup or surgery needed because the Being shines through.
Natural love of work, no threats or lures needed, because the tasks on my bench are mine to choose, and I want to take responsibility as part of my big adventure.
Natural curiosity because children are trusted to unfold, find ways, experiment, within the bounds of their sensed limits, while authentic adults stand by to hold space for life’s inevitable hurts to heal.
Natural intelligence, no computers needed, because the vast potential of possibility, and the information of feelings are resources each person is tapping into.
Natural enthusiasm, no faking needed, because the physical, mental, emotional, energetic AND archetypal bodies of each person are noticed and engaged.
What would a childhood look like in a world where authentic adults are holding space for children to be conceived, birthed, and raised in a context of Radical Responsibility?
A world where unconscious manipulation, subtle, nor overt threats, nor contrived punishments happen?
Where the hunger and thirst of the physical, emotional, mental, energetic bodies are noticed and tended?
Where survival is not threatened by parents, nor by other adults in the village?
Where there IS a village, a village of villagers who know how to village.
What is possible?
A new world? Can you hear it calling?