It Was to Be The Age of Aquarius
By Robert Ross


“When the moon is in the Seventh House, and Jupiter aligns with Mars, then peace will guide the planets, and love will steer the stars. This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius — The age of Aquarius — Aquarius! Aquarius!"  
                — From: Aquarius, by the 5th Dimension


It’s 3:00 a.m., unable to sleep, I meander out into the living room in the dark. With the moonlight as my guide, I see the T.V. remote control.  T.V. on, volume down, I go from one cable news channel to another in rapid succession. Was there another attack?  Another September 11th? Another Bali bombing? Another Madrid?  All three channels are running commercials — cars, furniture, and fast food. I return to bed. A few days later, the pattern repeats itself — up in the middle of the night to check the news.

The pattern continues; week after week, month after month. And now, year after year.

These are unique and trying times. We have the drama of Martha Stewart sandwiched in between horrific images of turmoil in the middle east. The trial of Kobe Bryant is scheduled to begin soon, and the U.S. is at war on multiple fronts. The rhetoric on how to deal with the challenges that confront us, like global terrorism, is heating up; heating up and boiling over in some cases. After all, a lot is at stake. The  stability and perhaps the survival of western civilization is threatened.

We are at a crossroads that historians will study diligently one day, far off in the future. This crossroad presents difficult choices — choices that will affect us as a nation, and us as a global community.

Choices have to be made on how to execute the war on terrorism. These are difficult decisions which involve nations and the lives of its citizens, as we have recently seen in Spain.

In the sixties, many were convinced that this was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius. It was going to be an era of peace and love. The moon was going to be in the Seventh House, and Jupiter was going to align with Mars. Flower children wearing tie-dyed T-shirts were dancing in the streets. But the idealism of the sixties — peace and love — evolved into the troublesome world of the twenty first century. Now, in the year 2004, I ask myself daily, weekly and monthly “Where’s this all going?”

Which brings me to my forays into the living room at 3:00 a.m. In my darkest moments, I think about how vulnerable we are as a nation — how porous our borders — how easy it would be to disrupt our way of living. In my darkest moments I see dramatic acts of terrorism inflicted upon this nation. I  see shifts in geopolitics and changes in our way of life. I find myself from time to time, wanting to act, wanting to do something to help secure my country from what I see during those times when my thoughts drift — drift to the dark side.

The country has faced challenges before. Some of the challenges we’ve faced would dwarf this era in terms of its unsettling effects — the Civil War, the Great Depression, or World War II. Yet this challenge is equally as troubling, equally as threatening. And it has the potential to have an even greater impact on our future as a nation than any problem we’ve faced in the past. I know about this . . . this threat, this potential for disruption . . . when my mind  drifts . . . drifts to the dark side.

There are times when it is difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel; to know that this strife and conflict will someday end. But the reality is, this struggle will have to play itself out over many years, perhaps decades. Like all struggles, time is the determining factor. It will have to express itself fully, or it will come back to haunt us. And in that expression, leaders will change, borders will be challenged and people’s perceptions of life will be altered.

The concept of letting something play itself out — like the war on terrorism, is difficult to grasp at times. We’ve seen the Israeli-Palestinian conflict go on and on and on. In fact, the conflict has lasted my entire life. And yet, it will pass . . . someday, probably not in my lifetime, but it will pass. And the threat of global terrorism?  Will it pass?  Will the day come, when the images of conflict displayed on the T.V. will be replaced with . . . flower children dancing in the streets — with a dawning of a new age?

Maybe  someday. Maybe  someday the moon will enter the Seventh House, and Jupiter will align with Mars; peace will guide the planets, and love will steer the stars. And that mythical “Age of Aquarius” will dawn. Maybe someday.

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