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Is
This New Year Special?
by
Alan Cohen
This
month, Millennium Fever is building to a frantic pitch. After all, how often do
we see the beginning of a new year, decade, century, and millennium? And how
often do we face massive predictions that the world, as we know it, is going to
fall apart before our eyes because of two faulty digits on our world-controlling
computers? Wow, do we have a lot on our plate!
I
invite you now to step back, take a deep breath, and listen to some reason. As
millions, perhaps billions of people are scurrying about trying to position
themselves in the most auspicious site to ring in the new year, some armed with
party hats and others with survival gear, I wish to offer you a gentle vision of
the new year, one that is not frenzied and debilitating, but joyful, empowering,
and even inviting.
Let
us begin with a truth that you may find disturbing, yet ultimately liberating:
We made it all up. From where God sits, there is nothing particularly
special or unique about the clock striking midnight on December 31, 1999. This
moment, in the Big Picture, has as much significance as your car odometer moving
from 1999 to 2000. You may wish to toot your horn or say to your passenger,
“Look, the odometer is turning to 2000.”Beyond that, whatever you make of it
is up to you.
The
idea of reaching 2000 is not cosmic or spiritual — it is cultural and
religious. At midnight on December 31st, while we are whooping it up (or
breaking out the dried beans), billions of people on the planet will belong to
cultural and religious traditions that swear it is entirely another time. In the
Jewish calendar, the year is 5760; the Buddhists are living in 2544; in Islam,
it is 1420; the Mayan calendar calls it 5119; the Chinese designate this as the
year of the Dragon; and if we go by the actual birth of Jesus, it is 2004 — so
the millennium kickoff may have already come and gone, and we are four years
behind schedule with our festivities!
So
we return to the Course in Miracles teaching that “everything I see has
only the meaning I have given it”. As we apply this truth to the turn of the
millennium and Y2K, we can see why those who are captured in the jaws of fear
see it as a coming disaster; those motivated by money discover an easy way to
capitalize; those who thrive on drama face a major crisis; those who have been
wishing and hoping for the downfall of evil society, hold proof that they were
right along; while those who find beauty in change and faith in well-being,
recognize an opportunity to celebrate in a big way. (A friend of mine gave up
being an atheist because there weren’t enough holidays.)
I
do not mean to throw a damper on the party. To the contrary, my intention is to
defuse the hysteria, demystify the hype, and replace the source of our power
where it belongs: not in a calendar or the skills of computer programmers, but
in our own minds, hearts, and hands.
In
1987, at the time of the famed Harmonic Convergence, I was flying in an airplane
over Paris, returning from the Soviet Union with a group of citizen diplomats.
At that time, like now, there was a lot of hoo-ha about the cosmic meaning of
the day. A lot of people believed this was the day of reckoning, when God would
smite the world with all kinds of disasters, and only those who belonged to a
particular religion, had pure hearts, or made it to various sacred mountaintops,
would be saved.
In
our group there was an eight-year-old girl named Annie who had become quite
frightened by the many dire predications. Annie approached Linda, a minister
traveling with us, and asked her, “Do you think this plane will crash
today?”
“No,
Annie this plane will not crash today,” Linda assured Annie in a motherly way.
“But
what if we land at a place that it not a power place? Maybe there will be an
earthquake!”
Linda
invited the girl to sit on her lap, and looked her in the eye. “Annie,” the
woman began, “let’s get straight on this business of power places. Since God
is everywhere, there is no place that is more special or sacred. People make
places sacred or profane by their thoughts. You are not safe or unsafe because
of where you go; you are safe or unsafe because of the thoughts you bring to
where you go. And do you know what? You are the real power place. Wherever
you go, you have the power within you to make the life you choose. And because
you are beautiful and lovable, you are safe, right here, and wherever we
land.”
The
notion of power times is the same as power places. Since time is an invention of
the human mind, it also is whatever we make it. There is no time that is any
more holy, powerful, or portentous than another, except by the thoughts we bring
to it. So it is for midnight on December 31st.
Now
here’s the fun part: We can make the turn of the millennium work on our
behalf, if we choose it. It can be a wonderful fulcrum for us to mark the
turning point at which we leave the old and unwanted behind, and step forward
into the new and more desirable. It can be a moment for us to decide what we
want to leave back in the 20th century, and what we want to take into the 21st.
It can be the beginning of a new life with new values and new results, should we
make it so. But not because the calendar, stars, or computers commanded it —
because we make it so with our holy minds.
A
while back I was having lunch with a friend at a Chinese restaurant. When the
waiter brought our fortune cookies for dessert, I opened mine and found it to be
rather blasé. I asked my friend, “Do you like your fortune?”
“Not
especially,” she answered.
“Waiter,”
I called out; “We don’t particularly like our fortunes. Would you please
bring us some different ones?”
To
my surprise and delight, the waiter returned with a whole bowl of new fortunes.
My friend and I eagerly picked through the new fortunes until we found ones we
really wanted.
So
it is with the new millennium, and every moment of life. As Peter Drucker
declared, “The best way to predict the future is to create it.” Happy New
Year, friends. The New Millennium is within you, and it awaits with open arms.
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