Fortunately my upbringing despite being by former Christian Methodist lay preachers they let me find my own way after wrestling with their god over the Second World War and therefore I do not have a god shaped hole in my life rather I am like the toddler at the end of this piece who whilst marvelling at the wonder of a flower, is not above mashing it up with glee to make a perfume!
As you were but worth a read this.. . .
This threshold between the old and new world is marked by unpredictability, chaos, and destruction, or as Terence McKenna, who predicted the “high strangeness” of our times, put it, “I think it’s just going to get weirder and weirder and weirder and finally it’s going to be so weird that people are going to have to talk about how weird it is.” In these weird times, it makes sense to want to grasp onto something, even the promise of a great awakening of human consciousness. Maybe there is no shift, or there are just endless shifts, undulating like waves in the ocean. When faced with the big unanswered questions—about the future, or God or what happens when we die—I’m comforted by a quote from Chögyam Trungpa who said, “The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is there’s no ground.”
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