In December of 2012 the media was awash with speculations about the approaching solstice and the meaning of the Mayan prophecies. Countless people planned to celebrate the arrival of a new age. Meanwhile, millions of fundamentalists were actively hoping for the apocalypse and expecting to be “raptured” into Heaven.
Now that two months have passed and we have experienced neither heaven nor hell, perhaps it’s time to reconsider these expectations and why so many continue to obsessed with them.
What does it mean to be at the end of an age? What does it mean to end? To honestly approach the question, we must step away from literal thinking (New Age or fundamentalist) and accept that in biological, ecological, mythological or indigenous initiatory terms, to end is nothing other than to die. Only when death and decay are complete can they be understood as the necessary precursors to fermentation and new growth.
Indeed we are living in the last phases of the Judeo-Christian-Islamic mythic universe. For over a thousand years, these stories nourished the individual and connected him/her in meaningful ways to their community. Over a second thousand years, they gradually lost their hold on the psyche. Our demythologized modern world continually searches for that sense of meaning but only finds literal substitutes in isms: nationalism, patriotism, fundamentalism, alcoholism – and apocalypticism.
And the factory jobs that sustained the strongest ism, consumerism, are gone, never to return. Even if they still existed, the age of unbounded industrial growth, fueled by the myth of infinite resources, is also concluding. So is the “American Century.” Where has any empire in history gone but down once it reached its peak?
Great fear lies just below our superficial cheerfulness. I don’t simply mean the fear of the “Other” that elites have manipulated for centuries. Many live as if there will be no future. Many others are obsessed with end times or with horrifying secular endings such as global warming. We can hardly minimize the actual dangers we confront.
Yet to examine the fear, or, if we were honest, the anticipation that many obviously display is to approach the psychic energies that actually drive us. The word “apocalypse” comes from a Greek root that can mean “to uncover, disclose, to lift the veil from what had been concealed.” Carl Jung regarded apocalypse as an archetype because visions of the end are not limited to Christians; indeed, they occur in many cultures where revelation and destruction lead – possibly – to renewal.
In myths and rituals that predate the Christian end-times by millennia, tribal people celebrated the winter solstice by extinguishing and rekindling fires, welcoming the temporary return of the dead, acknowledging the community’s sins, feasting to excess and retelling creation stories. They re-enacted primordial chaos in order to revive a world in decline. Storytellers told of deteriorating values, darkness, floods and conflagrations. Most indigenous cultures, however, saw these events within a cyclic historical imagination.
Later, our European ancestors regarded the end of the year as a dangerous period when the calendar literally ran out of days, the landscape was blanketed by night and cold, and nobody could be truly certain that the heavens would usher in a new year. One attempt to make sense of this period was the Christian calendar, which bracketed the strange, final days of the year with two holidays – the birth of Christ (December 25th) and Epiphany (January 6).
Our indigenous souls know something else: “End times” is also a metaphor for the archetypal cry for initiation. It is our own transformation – the death of who we have been – that we both fear and long for. The soul understands that there is no initiation into a new state of being unless we fully accept the necessary death of what came before.
However, this is a difficult concept to understand when we lack authentic ritual and real community. We live in one of those rare historical moments when dominant values are in a wild state of transition that actually mirrors the initiatory liminality experienced – or desired – by adolescents everywhere. And yet, our demythologized world has severely compromised our ability to think metaphorically. When we can no longer imagine inner renewal, we see literal images elsewhere. We project our internal state onto the world and look for the signs of world changes “out there.”
Michael Meade’s recent book Why the World Doesn’t End suggests that “…the archetype of apocalypse describes a psychological condition or state of mind that becomes more activated during times of tragedy and loss and when radical change is predominant…Often apocalyptic prophecies reveal most about those having the revelatory experience…A psychological rather than a religious interpretation would suggest that the (prophetic) voice comes from the unconscious….”
This is not to deny this huge and painful transition. What do we do when we face the facts of great endings, which we experience emotionally as fear of death and ideologically as apocalypse?
The proper response is to fully engage in the universal experience of extended mourning; indeed this is the central focus of the last chapter of my book.
But once again recall the meaning of apocalypse: to lift the veil. At the end of an age we have the opportunity to see truths that have been veiled behind outdated myths. In mourning and letting go of what is dying, we can discover new (or much older) truths. Remembering the Celtic proverb – “Death is the middle of a long life” – we can see more clearly for a while and gain the strength and courage to support what is struggling to be born.
We need to acknowledge the mythic sources of our dilemma. After all, isn’t the literal loss of species an expression of the more fundamental, symbolic collapse of the creative imagination? And hasn’t that breakdown invited the paranoid and predatory imaginations to fill the gap?
Long-term sustainability requires changes in consciousness as fundamental as those that occurred in the long transition from the indigenous world to the modern. This is both bad news and good. Such changes took millennia in the First World to be completed, but only a few generations in the Third World. Perhaps these more recent transitions can be altered or channeled toward a sustainable future. Perhaps there is much positive potential, as the ecstatic solstice dancers at the Great Pyramid of Chitzen-Itsa proclaimed.
But simply focusing on the light is another form of literalization equal to religious fundamentalism. An awareness of death is precisely what I see missing in New Age thinking. To speak of rebirth without considering the breakdown and destruction of what must precede it is to wallow in innocence. As Jung said, “…the experience of the Self is always a defeat for the ego.”
The rule of uninitiated men underlies all of modernity’s ills. But this story is slowly changing, and in offering our gifts to the world, we can facilitate its renewal. The elders say that there is still time to make all decisions with the wellbeing of the next seven generations in mind. This kind of thinking must be our guide, instead of either falling into depression or blissing out.
We are called to attend the funeral of patriarchy, to mourn the dying King who is nothing other than who we thought we were. Only then can we celebrate his rebirth in equal consort with his Queen.
There is yet another meaning to “endings.” Seen from the detached perspective of the mystic, from the inspired eye of the poet and even from the cyclic movements of our lungs, each moment expresses both birth and death, each of which is an essential aspect of life… breathe out the end of time, breathe in rebirth. Start again, continue.