"In those days there was no king in Israel. Every man did what was right in his own eyes." Judges 17:6I was a twelve years old and going to a small Catholic School in Waikiki, Hawaii when I first met Don. Don was a young college graduate enjoying some time in the islands after college and before he got down to the seriousness of taking on a career. He was also the coolest guy I had ever met in my life up to that point. When he wasn't hanging out on the beach he worked as an ice cream vendor pushing his ice cream cart around town. Now being the resourceful type, Don always parked his cart outside the school yard and at the last bell each day, he was ready to meet any and all that had a hankerin for ice cream and a loose dime in their pocket.
Well it also, so happened that I lived with my family across the street from a grade school a few blocks away from St Augustine's which I attended. This grade school let out a half our later than my school and Don would roll his cart the three blocks to ply his tasty wares to the next batch of hungry kids. Because we took the same route, it came about that we got to talking and became fast friends; me with a thousand questions and the ice cream man with all the answers. He also liked to throw and catch the football so that added to our daily repertoire.
At this same time I was learning to surf and on weekends I would often run into Don down at the beach where he always seemed to have a number of cute coeds keeping him company. Now entering puberty and possessing a tidal wave of hormones surging through me I was just learning to appreciate the ladies. I mean, forget the girls my age, it was these beautiful full grown woman that fascinated me and they all seemed to love the ice cream man. It didn't take long to put it together that this ice cream gig Don had was the ticket. I mean the young kids all loved him but more importantly all the ladies did too. Yes, for the first time in my life I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be a "Good Humor Man", which for you that might be vocabulary challenged or too young, is the formal term for ..... you guessed it, "ice cream man."
Now I wonder what in the world I am telling this dumb story for, when I meant to address this New Age craziness invading Christendom today. Oh, yeah this story is about "anarchy" .......and now I'm a little worried if I'll ever be able to make the transition from the ice cream man to the serious theological material I originally had in mind. Well we'll see as I'm now too far into this to punt now.
Okay, so back to the story and hopefully there will be a tie-in to the subject of "anarchy." To complete the background for the conclusion of my ice cream man story, I must tell you that my father was a stodgy and stiff Naval Officer and he prided himself on being highly educated, gently reared, a man of fine breeding. And wow! did he and I clash, and our differences only got worse with each succeeding year. So my dad, the respected Commander, liked to entertain other high ranking military officers and also important civilian dignitaries at the house, when he was home on shore duty. Of course he would make it a point to introduce me to his high-falutin' pals and almost always these guys would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. You got it, I told these ambitious geezers I wanted to be an "ice cream man." Oh my! Oh lord! did my Dad ever enjoy that ....... not! He would turn beet red with embarrassment and anger every time I gave this ill conceived response to his inquiring buddies. But I loved it. I loved his reaction so much that I got to where I wouldn't even wait for the familiar question. I would just tell 'em, "I'm Jack and when I grow up I'm going to be an ice cream man."
You see, I had "anarchy" in my heart and that anarchist spirit would grow in me for another dozen years or so. And oh, the stories I could tell of the crazed events I perpetrated and participated in. Thank God, I also had a humorous and fun loving spirit that kept most of my zany endeavors from ever costing me much more than a week in jail or getting thrown out of a school or two.
This brings me to some more foolishness and I speak of the spiritual hijinx of these rebellious New Agers that have of late been mounting their assault on Christ and His Kingdom. In closing this message I am going to liken their present activities with another anarchist and his gang. And yes, at one time this zany fellow was also a hero of mine (lol). We'll get to this character and his chaos in just a moment, but first lets look at a couple of recent events that makes me shake my head and say, "this is nothing new; it's the same anarchist spirit that was in me, now manifesting itself a half century later."
So a week ago I watched a recent video clip of Eckhart Tolle demonstrating to Oprah and her millions the technique of his breathing meditation. I can only assume that upon watching this demonstration on live TV or video clip , out of curiosity, one had to try this technique themselves. I did, and the only conclusion I came to was, "yep I got that same old wheezy chronic asthma condition I have had since I was two and it's hell." Well, I know this particular Oprah event has possibly been sensationalized by some as they term it a "mass trance. " That may be going a bit far but then again, maybe not. I'll let you decide.
Okay, so along with the reports of Oprah's "mass trance" we, also at the same time, have this event which is associated with this new "Moses Code" that is thrilling many of these purple kool-aid drinking cosmic religionists. This below is the bulletin I copied announcing a recent peace vigil.
Peace Vigil
On April 6th at 12 PM Eastern (9:00am Pacific) hundreds of thousands of people around the world will focus the Moses Code vibration onto the Old City of Jerusalem, what we are calling a “virtual hug” of the Old City, to help awaken its Divine Destiny as the City of Peace. There are two ways that you can participate.
1. If you have access to a computer during the vigil, simply click on the provided link to listen to a specially prepared meditation presented by James Twyman. This meditation integrates the Moses Code frequency described by Jonathan Goldman at the end of the Moses Code book. The recording is 21 minutes long, and we suggest that when it ends simply continue chanting the “I AM THAT, I AM” until the hour is up.
2. Print off these instructions if you are not near a computer to listen to the recording.
The focus of this meditation is to use the Moses Code to enliven and awaken the destiny of Jerusalem. For thousands of years Jerusalem has been in conflict, and yet many prophets have claimed that it will someday initiate peace throughout the world. If you’ve seen the movie or read the book then you already know the chant using the name of God given to Moses at the burning bush. If not, then here is a simple explanation.
1. Create the emotion of peace within your heart. You may choose to remember a time in your life when you experienced great peace, or you may imagine the people of Jerusalem living together in complete harmony.
2. As you hold onto this emotion and energy say the words “I AM THAT” as you breathe out. Then as you breathe in either say or think the words “I AM.” This is the name God gave Moses at the burning bush, and the chant unlocks the power in the name to manifest and to heal.
3. Imagine yourself standing outside the walls of the Old City of Jerusalem as you chant the name. If you watched the movie you’ll remember the scene of thousands of people chanting there. See yourself in the group, and offer your energy and love through the Code.
Chant the Moses Code for the hour, and feel the energy of hundreds of thousands of others who are doing the same. In this way we will use the most powerful manifestation tool in history to not only awaken the destiny of Jerusalem, but your personal destiny as well.
Now I might have tried Oprah's trance but I'll be darned if I am going to waste an hour and do the “I AM THAT, I AM” Plus that chant reminds me too much of Popeye; and no he wasn't another hero of mine however he did entertain me (lol). I am sure some of you might remember that Popeye, in a gravelly cartoonish voice, would excuse his frequent foibles by responding with an "I am what I am."
So finally, we come to the very zaniest hero of mine that more than motivated me during my first years of college. At this time, please allow me to introduce you to Abby Hoffman and his wild group of Yippies. Abby was an anarchist extraordinaire and he is best known as one of the leaders of the "anti-war movement" of the late sixties. His specialty was organizing and leading demonstrations through out the country, with the most notable being the 1967 Peace Rally in Washington D.C, and the chaotic street gatherings of the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago.
The antics of Abby and his group, demonstrated during the "67" Washington Peace Rally is that which I want to draw similarity with the two recent New Ager occurrences, I mentioned above. During the third week of October forty years ago 70,000 demonstrators came to D.C. to encourage the government to end the Viet Nam War. After a number of speeches in D.C. proper about 50,000 marchers set off for the "Pentagon" a couple miles away. Under Abby's directions the goal of this group was to encircle this enormous military complex. After the circle was formed they were going to sing and chant until they levitated the Pentagon thirty feet in the air and turned it orange, driving out the evil spirits, thus ending the war. Now, originally Abby had plans to raise it 300 feet, however while he was measuring the building some weeks earlier he was arrested. Seems, it is against the law to measure this most important and sensitive complex. After his arrest and his explanation of what he and his group wanted to do, the authorities informed him that he needed a permit for his proposed demonstration. With tongue in cheek the authorities also supposedly gave him the permit while informing him that he couldn't raise the building three hundred feet but thirty feet would be acceptable (lol). Abby and his astute cohorts realized there was more than a slight possibility of resistance from the police during their activities. For this, they were well prepared as Abby and couple of his close buddies had cooked up a drug they named "lace." This potion when squirted on the policemen, would cause them to take their clothes off and make love. This was a very potent drug ;-)
Yes, Abby and his Yippies could best be described as "well meaning anarchists." Heck to prove the point of Abby's chaos raising nature, he wrote a book recounting his oft illegal antics. Back in the day, it was in almost every bookstore and the book title; what else, but "STEAL THIS BOOK" (ROFL). I'll tell ya, Abby had the spirit of an anarchist, if anyone ever had. And today these "New Age/New Tolerance Christians" have that very same spirit in them and there trances and chants are born of it. Abbie and his merry pranksters knew their antics were entertaining, imaginative and of the world of pretend. In contrast and sadly, these New Agers are dead serious with their similar antics and they ain't pretending. They have replaced the Christ whom we know as Jesus, the Son of God with their christ which be the "carnal soul", the seat of self.
The unregenerate soul as we well know is full of anarchy. It is a harlot enjoined to every foul spirit imaginable and her love is as pretentious and false as anything around. Most of the deceived New Agers, of the religious sort, think of themselves as God. Thus many use "I AM" in reference to themselves, when speaking and writing. This "I AM" is more than a title but also the symbol of their dark selfish counterfeit essence contrasting the indwelling Light of the One True God. Bizarre? ...... oh my yes, and even worse than that. This ain't the fun and games anarchy I knew as a kid and a young man. It's all grown up ,"dead" serious and it is coming to a neighborhood near you.
God bless and I pray you walk in Christ, while giving this wayward New Age anarchist spirit no quarter,
Jack
PS. Will I post this message on one of those Christian New Age forums? Would that be anarchy or Spirit led? I don't know at this point but I am going to pray about it. I am however going to send it to my two children as an advance notice of what is coming. And I might add, for your information, that my children grew up being much more like their mother than their dad. Whew! Thank God!
*note: Sadly Abbie Hoffman was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder in 1980 and in 1989 he took his own life. Thank God I met Jesus and avoided being such a casualty. There were many.
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