From the Aquarius Age’s Distant Shore
A lost poem from one of the era’s visionaries
Roughly five years ago, without knowing it, I began a strange journey.
It started with the innocent purchase of a rare book titled Murder of a City, Tacoma. That led me to a shady character named Fred Crisman. Crisman led me to veteran Ralph William Duby. Duby led me to a spiritual organization named the Servants of Awareness. The Servants of Awareness led me to Cosmic Awareness Communications (CAC). CAC, then, led me to a fascinating woman named Zady Lemmon.
And that is where I am as I write to you today, dear readers — inheritor of a strange historical bounty.
I assumed that “Zady Lemmon” was a pseudonym, simply because it’s so peculiar. As it turned out, it’s the real name of a real person — and a fascinating one, at that.
I’ve spent a fair bit of time talking on the phone to Lemmon, who is now 96 years old. She has remarkable stories to tell, and she considers our meeting to be fortuitous.
She doesn’t want the dusts of history to cover over the story she witnessed, participated in, and guided. She has trusted me with her legacy, and I intend to do everything I can to honor that trust while still remaining as objective as possible in relaying the historical events.
It’s not a difficult chore. It’s a remarkable story.
In the 1960s, Lemmon and a small group of spiritual seekers gathered in Seattle with the understanding that they’d reincarnated in that time and place in order to help usher in the Age of Aquarius. They were all strangers in this life but, in their eyes, companions from previous lives.
They worked tirelessly at their mission. Some of them paid heavy prices for their belief.
I’m still building the story of Lemmon’s life, but today I want to share a prose poem from her book.
Lemmon’s poem, “The Quiet Tide,” is a beautiful piece of writing. It’s also an interesting historical artifact.
Lemmon wrote it in 1968, in the middle of the great cultural transformation (frequently and unfortunately oversimplified as “that Hippie thing” these days) that reshaped America forever. She did this as someone who had, ever since her childhood, believed that she was not only going to witness a vast change in the human landscape but was going to play an important part in it.
Most people of the ’60s, like any and every other era, had no idea what the repercussions of their time would be. Like all of us they were generally living their lives day by day, getting caught up in this movement or that, and then moving on, never fully aware of the broader implications of their epoch.
Lemmon, however, had the vision. She understood. Chalk that up to dumb luck, natural powers of foresight, the influence of social engineers, or to authentic spiritual empowerment. Either way, Lemmon’s writings, and her life, were on the very cusp of her times.
There’s a lot of research left for me to do. A lot more writing. Today, however, I just want to share a piece of Lemmon’s writing and to ask you, dear readers, to try to transfer your consciousness back to 1968, when all of our modern world was still just a Schrodinger cat waiting for humanity to open its box and decide if it was dead, alive, or something in between.
There she was, Ms. Zady Lemmon, on the precipice of a new era, a new world, working doggedly to bring light in, standing on the ocean shore in Anacortes, Washington, watching and feeling the tides swell, break, crash around her feet…a lone woman determined to carry out an impossible mission, standing barefoot in the threshold of a great doorway, waving tomorrow inside…
