I
left the world, so to speak, on January 1st 1979, which is when I went to live in Bath
to pursue a life more or less centred on the spiritual path. Over the next 18 years I lived
in various places but mostly out of England. When I returned to England in 1996
it was an unfamiliar place to me but I still lived a fairly isolated life, not
watching much television and only occasionally reading newspapers, so I didn't
realise how much things had changed until my companion in this way of life died and
certain events took place which made me decide to go back into the world. That was in 2000.
Actually, I had a kind of advance warning of the changes in 1997. That was the year my
father died, and it was brought home to me how much I respected him even though
I often hadn't seen him more than a couple of times a year since I left
home. He was an embodiment of fundamental decency and, though he only went to
church on high days and holidays and was not ostensibly a Christian, I think he
was one in terms of his behaviour and morals. He had been raised by a devout
Methodist mother (his father had died young) who had made him sign the pledge
not to touch alcohol at the tender age of 15. Naturally he reacted against that
kind of upbringing but the essentials of Christian moral behaviour stuck with
him as they did with many of his generation who nevertheless had drifted away
from religion. Now, with every generation that passes, the connection to
Christianity is weakened and our attitude to life suffers accordingly.
But
it is not my father's death I am referring to. In 1997 Princess Diana also
died and the country appeared to go mad, lamenting as though its own mother had
gone. I happen to think that Diana was a wholly negative influence on the
national psyche, validating self-concern, sentimentality, emotional over-indulgence and fake caring, but that's not the point I'm making. At her death
the English, egged on by the hypocritical media, showed they were no longer the
English of yore, and had renounced their traditions for a shallow exhibitionism. It
really marked the end of an era.
But
it was only when I went back to live in London at the end of 2000 and reentered
what you might call normal existence that I realised how the world had changed.
I had no idea at how much old values had been overturned and new ones had
replaced them. Now these new values have become assumptions and to question
them is to show yourself to be a wicked person, at least it is in educated
mainstream society.
When
you live with a child you don't notice him getting taller, but if you only see
him every now and then you do see the difference. I had not been completely ignorant of the changes in
the world during my time out of it but I had not realised how thoroughly they
had permeated national, indeed human, consciousness. I sometimes wonder
if part of the reason for my removal from the world was to protect me from this
indoctrination until I was more able to withstand it. Because, believe me,
it is hard to see through the lies of this world unless you have a solid
grounding in something else that shows them up for what they are. Even
Christianity has been corrupted. Not in itself, of course, but in many of
the forms it takes in the modern world.
The
old story of the frog that is slowly boiled and so doesn’t realise what is
happening to it applies here. Humanity is being brainwashed, firstly by the
denial of transcendent reality and then by redefining what is good in terms of
that denial. The only protection against this is faith in the living God and
his human face which is Jesus Christ. I do think it needs a realisation of the
personal nature of deity to achieve this because an impersonal spirituality can
be made to fit too neatly into modern ideologies, and so be insufficient to enable
one to throw off all its lies and illusions