Seven Years to Old Age

Well today, around 9:45 PM I think, marks my 33rd birthday, also referred to as "crucifixion age" [and do to the astrological return of Saturn to it's natal position due to occur in the imminent present--whatever that means--there may be some metaphorical weight to that signifier.] But rather than snub my Christian readers out of hand, I'll instead focus on Srila Prabupada's assertion that preliminary old age begins at 40. That leaves me with seven years of youth, according to Vedic wisdom, which I guess is better than the Unitarian Universalist Association's ever-enlightened claim that youth ends at 35. I'm 33, still broke, and my only "claim to fame" is that I know the guy who played Kerillin on Dragon Ball Z, but I have an amazing marriage and a catalog of people who have afforded me the chance to enrich their lives, and in turn, have made me a more imaginative, empathic person. I am reminded of the Tantra, not the Alister Crowley pop-sex magick, the ancient meditative process [have I written about this before on this blog, oh well]. Tantra contends that when we engage anyone else, we conceive a spiritual child with that person; as relationships grow, the "child" matures--so you get the metaphor [that's what a lot of mystical stuff is--metaphor, those who have eyes, let them see, etc. etc.] : if one neglects relationship, the child starves. So I reflect on the marvelous souls who have shared reflections of themselves with me, through academic discourse, a friendly nod, a vital embrace, the acute pause punctuating laughter, to the strictest confidence. Thank you.