“Those whose understanding of the spiritual path is limited to preconceived notions of conventional morality and “goodness” or reject out of hand the possibility that a man who probably defines himself as an outlaw could be endowed with genuine wisdom. Such squeamish souls would also fail to understand that a gem that’s fallen in the gutter is no less precious than one embedded in a king’s crown. Such dilemmas, however, are to be expected in the Kali Yuga, the “unlucky age” of spiritual ignorance and rampant materialism we currently find ourselves enmeshed in. The sages who prophecy this iron age knew that we would live in a time when the spiritual has all but then forgot. The traditional organized religions, as predicted, have become hollow shells of their former glory. They pay lip service to dead doctrines which only few actually live. In such dark aeons as ours, the increasingly rare treasure of transcendental knowledge will be found only where we least expect it.”
In such dark aeons as ours
Mother Tree knows my feelings for I can feel her branches and I know my own life in and out, around, up and down, through with, and with out. Yes, Sister Sea feels me as I feel her waves and I hear the cries of the wildlife. A perfect mother knows I feel the wood being cut and I hurt and die with trees falling. How much a beast must I be to defeat the beast that destroys my mother?
Charles Milles Manson (born November 12, 1934)