Ed Sharrow - Lesson from a Golden Age

Lesson from a Golden Age

by Ed Sharrow

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For four weeks I had been practicing meditation. This was my latest attempt to find deeper meaning in life. It felt like I had tried every spiritual practice and yoga asana over the past few years but nothing ever quite stuck. The day had been no different from any other day when I sat down in my chair.

Feet flat on the floor, spine erect, hands at the juncture of the thigh and abdomen, eyes closed and gently uplifted to the point between my eyebrows. These are the instructions that Yogananda gave to the world through his teachings. I tried it because none other had worked so far.

That evening, as soon as I closed my eyes, there was a brilliant flash of light. I opened my eyes and saw a thin man with light blue skin dressed in flowing white robes standing directly in front of me. Behind the thin man was a plush purple cushion. It looked like a furry cube.

My first reaction was fear. I was confused by this sudden appearance and started to stand up to confront him, when he spoke. Drolly, he addressed me as one would address an ignorant child.

“Don’t get up. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“But who,” I began to ask when he impatiently interrupted me.

“All in good time, half mind. For now it is best if you sit and remain calm.”

I settled back in my chair. I was not happy with the intrusion of this stranger but I was intrigued by his sudden appearance. I wanted to hear to what he had to say. At least, I’d listen for now.

“I’ve come forward in time to impart all my wisdom, all the knowledge of man’s last Golden Age, to you in one session.”

Doubt filled my mind, perhaps I left my door unlocked and this madman had quietly entered my room.

“I am not a madman.” He read my mind.

“I know your thoughts, actually I know the thoughts of each human incarnate on this planet right now.”

“How is …?”

“Don’t interrupt me again, please. I haven’t much time. And you, who’s mind is barely half-developed, need all the time that I can spare.”

I grimaced.

“Do you understand me, half mind?”

I did not respond. This half-mind name was more than a little annoying. Besides, he told me not to speak.

“Half a mind and even less emotional maturity. I’ll ask you again, half mind, do you understand that you are not to speak while I impart this sacred wisdom?”
I nodded in the affirmative.

“Good. Now we are getting somewhere. My name is Orgi-Deva, which means organized god. I live near the end of the last Golden Age of mankind, about 8,000 years ago, give or take a century or two. It is my job to organize all the plans for human evolution through the descending ages of humankind up through the ascending dark age until about now.”

In my mind, I saw a great library with millions of volumes. All the wisdom of the ages recorded and stored.

“So you’ve heard of the Akashic Records? That great ethereal library of every thought and deed? Good. Overseeing the Akashic Records is just a small portion of my job. I have assistants that help me with that boring task of preserving man’s mundane thoughts.

“The core of my job, the part I really love, is creating astral blueprints for the ever changing civilizations and mass desires of humans throughout the past 8,000 or so years.

“I am here to see how well I did and to impart a summary of all wisdom to you. You must communicate it to your fellow beings to ensure the efforts of your distant forefathers will not be entirely lost. It is very important that you remember everything I am about to tell you.

“You don’t need a pen and paper, and don’t bother looking in your pockets for any other sort of recording device. Even half minds have the ability to remember things when it is combined with an emotional experience.

“Take your negative reaction to being called a ‘half mind’ for example. It is just a statement of fact. The inflection of my voice is a quality of my personality and not a judgment made of you or your kind.

“In your age of humankind, the Bronze Age, your mind is only half-developed. Whereas, my mind is fully developed. I am from the most recent past Golden Age. In the Golden Age our minds are fully developed which means that even the average person can see the face of God. Sounds dramatic doesn’t it. But your limited conception of God is nothing like His daily presence in the lives of my age.

“Let me start by summarizing the ages of the earth and their attributes that affect the minds of all and the overall physical development of the planet. This should help you to put what I am about to teach you into a larger context.

“Your science has shown that the earth travels in a slightly elliptical orbit around the sun. Well, the sun and the entire solar system travel in a very stretched elliptical orbit around a much more powerful Celestial Sun. This Celestial Sun is one of the power centers of Creation. A dynamo of spiritual and physical energy.

“At the furthest point away from the Celestial Sun, the earth is in the Iron Age and the average human mind is only one-quarter developed. Barely more than animals, the masses grovel for physical sustenance. Humankind is ever warring with each other and finding no end to the reasons for hatred and division.

“In the prison cell of the quarter-mind, the soul does its best to understand its woeful situation. The intellect tool of the soul is limited to understanding base material creation. It’s an external life, disconnected from the deeper experiences within. In this dark age the average person comprehends the grossest attributes of the atom which is the coarsest component of material creation. Ignorantly, man kills man and adheres to the wrong belief that ‘Might makes right.’

“Luckily the Iron Age is the shortest period of all and is behind you. You and your peers live in the Bronze Age. In this age, people begin to understand the illusion of physical creation. Specifically, the Bronze Age society develops the mental and physical capacity to understand, control and alter the illusions related to space. Space is governed by the same five electrical attributes that govern the fives senses. In the Bronze Age man comes to understand the energy and thoughts behind sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell. He understands how the senses build the dream house for the soul to experience. We’ll return to this in a moment.

As the solar system moves closer to the Celestial Sun, after the Bronze Age comes the Silver Age in which the mind is three-quarters developed. This enables an average human to not only understand the atom of the Iron Age and the space of the Bronze Age but also time. Time creates the illusion of change.

“When time is mysterious, humankind feels helpless and insecure before the inevitable change that time brings. I’m not certain if a half mind can begin to comprehend the life of a world full of human beings that understand the surface of physical creation, represented by the atom of the Iron Age; the illusion of separateness, represented by space of the Bronze Age and witnessed by the five senses; and the illusion of change, represented by understanding time of the Silver Age.

“Existence is significantly different than you can imagine. An iron age person might dream of common place things from the Bronze Age. For example, an iron age man might dream of flying like a bird, visiting distant stars and communicating with other persons at great distances. But if this iron age dreamer proclaimed these things to be real, his peers would lock him up as insane or burn him at the stake for being a heretic.

“You of the Bronze Age at least have the discernment to realize that greater civilizations have been on earth before and greater civilizations will one day return. You are comfortable to state ‘I may not understand it, but that doesn’t mean it is not so.’ Your development allows you not only to dream of things that man might do, but also to create those dreams in ways that are true to the five senses. Airplanes, space ships, telecommunications, holodecks become a reality. Oops, I see the holodeck is still a dream today.

“Take my appearance before you today. You don’t understand it, but you are curious enough to explore it. You have significant doubts about me, but you have the self-control of a half mind and are able to at least consider the possibilities before you try to deny them.

“When the solar system is closest to the Celestial Sun, earth enjoys a Golden Age. During the Golden Age an average individual is able to understand the last veil of creation. My people understand the Word of God which is not some text based scripture. The Word is like a symphony of sound from which all other illusions of creation spring forth. You might say that the Word is the only substance. The Word is the Face of God, if that analogy helps you to understand. Everything is malleable during the Golden Age. Humans change the world instantly simply by changing their thoughts. Yet it is also the most peaceful, beautiful, joyous, loving age of humankind. Understanding the atom, space, time and to a great degree even understanding the Godhead Itself, we seldom assume solid physical forms like the one you see before you. Certainly we are born and we die, but the form itself is less solid.”

As he spoke those words, he dropped his robes and stood naked, I suppose, before me. His body was unlike any I had ever seen. There was no evidence of gender, no sex organs. He sparkled with bright, multicolored lights. A thrill of joy gathered up through my spine and burst through my mind when I saw his Golden Age form. I felt like I had been healed permanently of doubt.

Instantly, the room went dark. It was so dark, I thought that perhaps I had gone blind. I could not see the Golden Age man any longer. I began to get restless, thinking that he must have left.

“Be still!” his voice shouted behind me to the left.

“Be still!” his voice shouted behind me to the right.

I obeyed and settled back into my chair.

Orgi-Deva slowly appeared before me once again. He was fully clothed and seated on the purple cushion that he had brought with him.

“Now that you know who I am and where I came from, you can ascertain that I speak with authority. You believe that I know what I am talking about, so we can start your lesson.

I was uncertain what I believed but my curiosity had riveted me to my seat. A thousand questions popped up in my head. I wanted to know more about the Golden Age of our pre-history. I wanted to know why this advanced race could not prevent the return of ignorance. I wondered if I could experience the Golden Age. Orgi-Deva patiently waited while my mind rolled through its thoughts. At last it settled on one question. I wanted to know more about today, about how my life could improve.

“Good. Half minds are predictable. They always bring the topic back to their own welfare and their little communities. Universes upon universes await the Self-realized man, but the half mind focuses on the tiniest shell of existence.”

I wondered if I should tell him my name or just accept the half-mind label.

“Your name is temporary. Your race is temporary. Your nationality is temporary. Your gender is temporary. Even your intelligence is at risk in this world of duality. This Bronze Age will bring marked changes to the social, political and lifestyle choices of the average human because there is a new breed amongst you. This breed will arise through personal choice and individual effort. It is the breed of the twice-born.”

‘Twice-born’ raced through my mind. A physical rebirth? A mental rebirth? A spiritual rebirth? What would each of those rebirths look like? How will this new breed of humans choose to be reborn? I took a deep breath and looked back at Orgi-Deva. He sat still with eyes closed. He appeared to be asleep.

“Excuse me,” I ventured.

“It is absolutely essential that you focus!” his eyes popped open and penetrated my gaze. “We haven’t much time together. If your mind begins to wander again, you must make the effort just to repeat my last few words over and over. Can you do this?”

“Yes,” I stuttered.

“Good, now, becoming twice born is a spiritual rebirth that significantly affects the mental and physical aspects of one’s own life as well as the entire community. The twice born are just starting to appear in the world. They are learning their roles before they act. Initially they will be teachers and entertainers who introduce higher concepts to the masses. Eventually the twice born will lead in all scientific fields and in spiritual nations they will become the political leaders.

“The difference between a twice-born individual and a regular person is significant. It is so great that all other distinctions of gender, race, nationality, ethnicity, wealth or position will seem insignificant by comparison. Anyone can become twice-born and over the next couple of thousand years, they will grow from a small minority to the majority of individuals.

“Twice-born individuals have control of their breath. When the breath is mastered, one may control the senses at will. The five senses create the illusion of space. The Bronze Age is the age when humankind understands and learns to control space. This is the age of the twice born.

“That is the first point of my lesson. The Bronze Age is the time when space comes under the influence and control of the twice born. The twice-born human is able to control their breath at will. By controlling their breath at will, anyone is able to control sense of sight, hearing, touch, taste and smell. The five physical senses create the illusion of space. A person who can control the senses can impact space itself.

“Do you understand the lesson? Do you know what you should tell everyone who will listen?”

I ran through it all in my mind. I heard what he said but I did not truly understand. I looked at him believing that he sensed my every thought. I could not lie to someone who knows my every thought, so I relaxed. Then the answer came to me.

“Control the breath, control the universe!” I blurted it out.

“It’s important that you be accurate in your statements. In this Bronze Age, the twice-born breed will control the senses which create the illusion of space, but they will not necessarily influence the universe unless they are highly advanced. There is a more subtle breath that must also be under one’s command for absolute emancipation.

“Time is another aspect of this delusion called creation and humans will not be able to understand and control time until their minds are three-fourths developed. That is the Silver Age and it is still a couple thousand years away.

“Also since each person may become twice-born by choice, no specific individual controls anything absolutely. Let’s simplify your phrase ’Control the breath, control the universe!’ to give it a mass appeal. Do you have any suggestions for one simple phrase to take away from our meeting? If you make the change, you will remember it better than if I give it to you.”

I paused and thought about all of the combinations. It seems like it would take pages to explain everything Orgi-Deva had discussed. Even though everything was not the lesson, somehow it was all connected. I doubted that I could ever communicate this to anyone else. I looked back at Orgi-Deva. He stared at me expectantly. Apparently, he had faith that I could communicate his message to the world or else he would not have appeared to me. I sat back in my chair and contemplated what it means to be breathless.

“Breathlessness is deathlessness.”

Orgi-Deva burst out laughing. “Now you are learning.”

I felt satisfied that I understood intellectually what Orgi-Deva was talking about. But people would think that I’m crazy, running around saying ‘Breathlessness is deathlessness.’ How could I communicate something practical to others? Orgi-Deva responded to my thoughts.

“One learns to control the senses when one learns to become breathless. This is the practical application for the Bronze Age. Control of the senses. The Bronze Age human will advance technologically through learning to put all aspects of electricity to use. The five senses are the human attributes of the five aspects of electrical behavior. Already man has converted electricity to light which is a basic aspect of sight. Humans also have learned to apply electricity for healing, which is an aspect of touch. Electricity can be converted into sound, an aspect of hearing. Electricity will soon be made to simulate aspects of taste and smell as well.

“By gaining technological knowledge of electrical attributes, over time humans will manipulate and in some cases even obliterate the concept of space. However, the greatest way to progress is to learn how to manipulate space with one’s own will power.

“The super humans of the Bronze Age will communicate telepathically, will have psychic awareness of distant events, will be able to move from place to place at will, even able to explore the far reaches of the universe.”

“Will we be able to levitate? Are magic, flying carpets real?”

“Gravity is magnetic. Understanding and application of magnetism won’t be common until the Silver Age. Magnetism is related to time. But there will be a few advanced souls in this age who will levitate and who may levitate other objects. Those displays of power will be rare.

“Do you remember what you are to tell anyone who will listen?”

“Breathless is deathlessness.”

“Good, now you must remember one more thing. For the sake of humanity, this message is more important than the first.”

Orgi-Deva looked through me. He pierced my soul with his gaze. I felt a tremendous peace rise within my body. My heart slowed, my breathing even seemed to stop under the power of his stare. Then I felt it. Love! Love, like I had never felt before. Love that made me feel that all my highest dreams were not only possible but practical. I summoned my entire will to speak.

I whispered one word, “Love.”

Wave upon wave of love deepened my trance-like state. Orgi-Deva was blessing me in a way I never realized was possible. My hair teemed with electricity. Tears flowed from my eyes. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breath. I thought ‘Help. I’m not breathing’ and the sensation began to fade. Breath slowly entered into my lungs.

We sat in silence for an eternity. Staring calmly at each other. Then Orgi-Deva spoke again.

“Love. Love is the key to your highest aspirations. Love is the key to world peace and progress. Love will bring an end to poverty. Love will heal illnesses you believe to be incurable. Love is not expressed in things. Love is an action. Love is a choice we make every day, every moment of our lives.

“Tell everyone you meet that Love will solve all problems. With love, wars are not necessary and guns are offensive. When this generation learns to love unconditionally, then the purpose of life will be fulfilled.”

“How do we love?” I asked. “How do I give to others the love you just gave to me?”

“You must seek it. Make it the primary goal of your life. When your body feels like it is going to burst with longing for a deeper love, you will be led to the right situations, to the right teachers, and finally to the supreme Goal. Seek love and practice love. Tell everyone you know that love is the goal and the path to walk.”

I contemplated what Orgi-Deva had said to me and his request. I felt a little confused by the two messages he told me to convey.

“Breathlessness is deathless and Love is the goal.” He nodded when I spoke. “How are these related.”

“Love and breathlessness are like siamese twins attached at the hip. One moves and the other follows.”

“How can I get there?”

“Seek your own answers. Find your own path. The past has left a hidden blueprint for your future. Learn to read the signs.”

Before I could respond, Orgi-Deva raised his hands in blessing and another wave of love flowed through my being. I was lost in the greatest joy I had ever felt. As he lowered his hands, he disappeared in a million sparks of multi-colored light. I sat alone in my dark room. In my meditation posture.

I felt fulfilled and over filled at the same time. I opened my mouth and spoke to my empty room, “Breathlessness is deathlessness. Love is the goal.”