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Dissecting The New Age Movement, Part II: The Fault Is Not In Our Stars But In Ourselves

I want to tell you a story:

The other day, I'm on a break at work, and I find my friends looking up at a configuration in the evening sky. It's a multi-cultural group - blacks, whites, a cute young woman from the Philippines - and as I approach, the woman is saying she wants to wish upon a star.

"Whatchu gonna wish for?" a black guy asks.

"I don't know."

"Whatever it is, it won't work," I say, taking my place amongst them.

"Why not?" The group asks, turning as one.

"Because those aren't stars - they're planets."

"That's the Moon, that's Venus, and that's Jupiter", I say pointing. "Jupiter's the biggest."

"How's Jupiter the biggest when we can see the Moon?" a white man asks.

O.K., this stumps me. Not because I don't know the answer but because I can't believe the simple-minded question. I look at the various faces in the group. They all want to hear the answer.

Needing to know how much they understand (so I can explain things at their level) I pose a few questions first:

"See the Moon? It looks like a fingernail, right? Where's it's light coming from?"

A few people say "I don't know" and others shrug, still giving me a look that says they're waiting for my answer about Jupiter.

"The Moon's light comes from the Sun." They look up at the Moon, then each other, and then back at me; skeptical - and still waiting.

And with that, I point to the eastern sky, using it's darkness (and the hope they at least know the sun rises in the East) to begin what had to be one of the world's most basic astronomy lessons, which I wound up by holding a dime (Venus) near their faces and tossing a quarter (Jupiter) a few feet away, and asking, "O.K., which one looks bigger now?"

Actually, that's not completely true: I really wound it up by asking them what their "star signs" were, which they all knew intimately. But not so intimately they didn't start asking each other crazy questions to see who was "compatible" with who. Now, it was my turn to look skeptically at them.

"Now Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man that he didn't already have,..."

-- America, "Tin Man"

I'm telling you about this episode to make a point - a point about what is generally known out there. None of my co-workers are dumb, and they all have more responsibility (and thus, make more money) than I do. Hell, I was the only one in the gathering who doesn't even own a car. My new friends work at a hospital. But, I've since discovered, they know very little outside of how to make it there.

I first encountered The NewAge Movement through my ex-wife, Karine Anne Brunck, a woman who was convinced coincidences were magical happenings, and talking to psychics was something worth paying money for - and she also had to have the plot lines to films, like "Memento", repeatedly explained to her. Now consider this:

She was, also, an extremely-competent secretary who could handle the business dealings of a Silicon Valley millionaire.



See, there are these huge gaps in the knowledge base of all of us, and those with "spiritual" beliefs - like the folks in The NewAge Movement - come at them from every angle imaginable, single-mindedly preying on those holes, and providing complicated answers to those of us who, for whatever reason, aren't willing to do the hard work of finding out the truth of how simply the world works. Those who stop their self-education have no defenses against The NewAge Movement. As I said in Part I: NewAgers "make an unknowing public think lies are truth and truth are lies."

And they've been at it a long time.

I just wanted to establish that much about the landscape, before I go into any further breakdown of NewAge, cultism, it's leaders, their goals, etc.. I think it's important to say - clearly - this isn't an intelligence test.

I once did two posts showing even well-known scientists have, at one time or another, fallen under the spell of some aspect of NewAge's influence. Some scientists stay that way, and don't even know it, because they don't understand it's their education level that blinds them to the nonsensical nature of what they're looking at. They feel "smart" as they mock some of the more outrageous aspects of NewAge, like the belief in Homeopathy or anti-vaccination conspiracy theories, while still defending and supporting others, like efforts to combat "man-made" Global Warming/Climate Change.

But many, if not most, believers in extreme NewAge ideas are well-to-do and very smart as well. And it's that which gives them the financial resources - along with the smug feeling they're safe - to be taken advantage of by a bunch of cultists, kooks, quacks, and charlatans. Couldn't happen to them?

Boy, could they ever be wrong about that.

*Tomorrow I'm going back to the regular format for a bit - to get all caught-up on the "news" (as it were) - and then I'll continue with this:

Stay tuned.

CMC

Time For A Paradigm Shift

Today I got screamed at by a fellow musician. I told him I was having a back problem and, illogically, he suggested vitamin C. I asked him if he had heard of Linus Pauling - and did he know Pauling died in disgrace for his vitamin C (and other) health claims? He said, "I don't care about that, it works for me!" and then let loose with a 10-minute screed about how much he hates being challenged on his vitamin C claims when he's "only trying to help".

Some "help".

A few weeks ago, I got into a debate with another musician about politics - specifically about the Iraq War. He insisted I let him speak first, which I did, and he yelled for a good five minutes about his obvious hatred for George W. Bush, how the Iraq War was an oil scam costing thousands of lives, and everything that's being done in the name of the American people was, actually, exclusively for the benefit of the rich. After he indicated it was my turn, he then walked away at my first mention of Bush, saying the subject was "too traumatic".

Just not as long as he was spouting off.

About a month ago, I was having a discussion with a really good musician about his favorite band. He played their music for me and asked what I thought. I told him they were great - I really liked them - but eventually, during each song, they would head in a direction that was, theoretically, completely unrelated to what had just come before. Shocked, he told me I was "attacking" what was most dear to his heart, and, if I wanted to stay friends, I could never give my opinion on anything in his presence again because I'm "too negative". I said, "What? For now on you're going to hold me hostage to your feelings?" To which he replied, "You're damn right I am!"

I felt like smashing his face in.

And it was almost two years ago that this really good musician explained to his wife that homeopathy was a fraud, and she was being taken advantage of, sexually, by a quack - a quack who also killed her mother - and all she said, blissfully, in return was, "You're only saying that because you don't believe."

And you know what? She was right. No, I don't "believe" - I don't believe any of it - and I'm tired of it, and from here on out, I'm getting off the floor and I'm putting a stop to this silly cult nonsense that's been warping my world since I last spoke with my uber-gullible, non-reading, money-hungry, and power-over-others obsessed, ex-wife:

It's over.

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