Hey you, bumblebee, with the moon in your eyes, waiting for the insurrection, and your own brand of posies in your pockets. Are you looking for soul? The kind that will liberate you from the supermarkets and Mama’s Homestyle Cookies in their plastic wrappers with x-tra plump raisins? Because, you know, the moment is all we have, and you may just be staring at those cookies when the next one happens. So bumblebee, are you going to escape that plastic-wrapped cardboard and look for something real? Where are you going to search? Do you follow the lure of tradition/religion/science? Is that where you are going to find your soul?

They say modern dentistry is the mark of the success of the Western paradigm. We have pearly, straight teeth, and only three out of 10 people have the kind of halitosis that can kill the man sitting next to them on the bus. Can’t you see why we don’t need extended families anymore? There isn’t the same need to take care of one another in that way. In the New Age we are going to redefine tradition. It is now time to develop ourselves. Energy work may just bring back the soul to the surface, and we will all be healed of the trappings of the past—because MDMA is a gift from the gods and the man/woman at the Safeway knows your name from your debit card. It all creates the sense of family and community. He/she wears a name tag, and if you are bold enough you could say: “Thank you insert name here. Have a great night,” right back at him/her. And mean it. Really. Because in the New Age all the living souls on this planet are going to bond. People are really going to connect outside of the sphere of commodity exchange, and art is going to change our lives and make living in the moment even easier.

You see bumblebee, in the New Age you create your own reality. It is time to start working on the inside. There is no need to blame the outside anymore. If you are afraid you are afraid, if you are full of sloth you are full of sloth. Don’t have the job you want? Must have something to do with fear and sloth. There is a bell curve for every skill. Intuition and logic each has its own distribution across the population.

Wait, does that mean yin and yang are always going to thrive, moonbeam? What does that mean for the revolution? Kind of makes you want to stomp and scream at God, doesn’t it? Did they instill the fear of God in you? Is it strong enough that it scares the hell out of you when your subconscious is staring you in the face? Chaos has no map, so does that mean it is time to stop looking? Are we electromagnetically attracted to one another? Can you reprogram your circuits? Guess it depends on how fast you’re running.

Let’s talk about turning process into poetry, butterfly. It is one of those late nights in July when the moon is low and everyone feels alive. Feel the life brimming in your fingertips. Now switch to 5 p.m. on a Tuesday in November when darkness surrounds you and the wind is hollow and there is a virus brewing in your brain and the bus is late. Can you still feel the life in your fingers? If so, the cardboard cookies aren’t going to bother you so much anymore. That’s all. That’s your soul, moonbeam. Does that mean you are going to walk with God and not be alone in the managed-care home for the elderly? Guess the question doesn’t matter so much anymore. Nod on the street when you walk by the folks, and observe how you react to their faces. Then you will know if you have found your peace. Right there. Now that’s the trajectory we’re talking about, bumblebee.