On The New Age

Although not a Doctor, this Chief of Clowns would diagnose this mania with New Age mysticisms.

Despite paint and absurdity, this clown would be serious, and diagnose the many "isms" of New Age Mysti-cisms.

And that is this: Many are the New Age penitents in robes of sackcloth. Yet never could I believe in the fabric of a mysticism so thin...

Thin are these robes of the penitents, which do not hold heat. I would have these penitents burn with the fire of Conscious Faith, and not the chill of clamminess and infirmity!

Many are these sick penitents, on fire with their own clamminess. They would feel their sun as frost, and their frost as fire.

Such penitents wish to create their own realities; meanwhile, such penitents are not creators!

Hard and difficult is the will of all creators, and rare. Such creators must create over and beyond themselves, and not their own realities!

Many are the mistaken penitents, considering themselves creators. If they be creators, it is only of poor websites and paper-thin philosophies!

"My Kundalini has awakened, and without chastity." Thus speaks the New Age penitent.

"My Kundalini awoke without sanctity. I am filled with the Holy Ghost, and for no reason!" Thus speaks dementia.

But verily do I warn such penitents, that God does not reward the brainsick. The madhouse and the penitentiary do I recommend for such penitents, who applaud their insanity.

A good head on your shoulders does God need. Yet what good is a head stuffed with cannabis and delirium?

Such heads as these even think they are Gods... yet how can this be, when their God is dead?

Sacrificed is your God upon the altar of absurdity. In order for God to resurrect in you, you yourselves must resurrect from your absurdity!

A strong medication does Ding Dong prescribe for such penitents, on fire with their own clamminess… and that is: a good dose of SERIOUSNESS.

Thus speaks Doctor Ding Dong.