During the first wave, people who normally would not have noticed such things began to observe how they were chronically alternating between hope and fear in reactive and often desperate efforts to confirm and defend some illusory image they had of themselves. To reinforce that neurotic condition, they had trapped themselves in a web of their own beliefs. Each belief contributed another bar to a self-created prison cage, until the sense of confinement and limitation had become so oppressive that “business as usual” was no longer an option. It was time to reverse the process, taking down one bar at a time, one belief at a time, until the open sky could be seen once more, and the accumulated density shrugged off as hearts expanded freely into space.
In the second wave, a great sense of unification prevailed. The artificial boundaries erected by religion and politics that had kept the many tribes separate and in conflict with each other were at last dissolved, and a wonderful outpouring of loving kindness ensued. Former enemies became fast friends, the downtrodden were lifted up, and the bountiful resources of the healing home planet were shared with wisdom and equality. It seemed a golden age had dawned, and there was much celebration throughout the lands. Everyone could be heard joyously exclaiming to each other: “This is good!”
In the third wave, a profound peace settled over the realm, as young and old alike relaxed in genuine ease. With the auspicious cessation of distracting mental activity, all fixed notions about self and world began to subside. The movement of the waves on the ocean had become one with its peaceful depths. If the effects of this third wave could be described with words and phrases, it might be something like “moving serenely, unobstructed by the ten thousand things, blessing all in its passage, the quiet heart is king”.
In the fourth wave, despite the marvels and beauty of the apparent objective reality, a sense of the fragile impermanence of all things began to impinge on the collective psyche of the populace. It was subtle at first, but eventually the realization that nothing can last, that all appearances are dreamlike illusions, started to sink in. All worldly involvement was seen as pointless, and so people retreated to the mountains and forests to contemplate in solitude the end of all worlds. Just as in Autumn, when the trees drop their leaves and the energy in the sap retreats to the root, so too did the good people abandon their friends and families to contemplate the transparent and empty nature of existence itself.
In the fifth wave, those humans who had remained behind to occupy the towns and cities, and also provide the food and other meager necessities for their friends and families who had abandoned society to live in solitude and meditation, began to observe how they themselves were trapped in a web of their own reactive beliefs. They began to see how each belief contributed another bar to a self-created prison cage, until the sense of confinement and limitation had become so oppressive that “business as usual” was no longer an option. It was time to reverse the process, taking down one bar at a time, one belief at a time, until the open sky could be seen once more, and the accumulated density shrugged off as hearts expanded freely into space and melted back into the Mystery. Eventually, no human trace remained on that now pristine planet, revolving even to this day in gentle orbit around a great ball of radiant light, adrift in the midst of incomprehensible immensity.