Bouquets for Barbara

Lynne McTaggart

It’s strange to use the words ‘untimely death’ about someone who would have been 90 in December, but among all those talking about the ‘soul’ of Barbara Marx Hubbard and its deliberate ‘decision’ to move to the other side, I personally believe she wasn’t quite ready to leave this earthly plane.

Barbara was extraordinary, not so much for what she achieved as for what she represented as a woman. I met her about 10 years ago, when Deepak Chopra and just about everybody you’d long to meet in the consciousness community were invited to come together at his center in California for a day-long discussion about what we were going to collectively ‘do’ about the catastrophic state of the world.
Barbara and I clicked immediately, in part because I share the same married name as her, and we often joked about being the two ‘old’ mother Hubbards.
But the truth was, there was nothing old about Barbara, then or up until the time of her death. She was one of the most youthfully optimistic people I’ve ever known.
In one sense, she was born at the wrong time, and came of age when the role of women was relegated to being homemaker and caregiver.
She dutifully produced five children, but while rocking cradles and changing diapers, something else stirred within her – a hunger to be at the center of the action, a desire born perhaps from her position as eldest daughter of the powerhouse toy tycoon Louis Marx and the loss of her mother to breast cancer when Barbara was just 13.
Three years later, in the midst of Barbara’s adolescence, the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima.
She maintained that that event was perhaps the defining moment of her life. She realized that the enormous destructive human potential that had produced the atomic bomb could be turned on its head and mined for our greatest creative potential.
In trying to give form to these longings, the mentors she sought out were great and powerful men: Teilhard de Chardin, Sri Aurobindo, Buckminster Fuller, Jonas Salk. And for much of her time, she believed in the power of co-creating a vision with a male partner.
She once wrote, “Even though I was a liberated woman in many ways in the 70s, the cultural imprint of feeling that a man would know best was so deep that it has taken a whole lifetime to free myself of that.”
Nevertheless, eventually these influences created in her the powerful conviction that she could do it, too, and that her life’s work was to be midwife to nothing less than humanity’s conscious evolution.
Barbara even came to believe that the political, social and economic turmoil the world is experiencing at present was evidence that humanity was in the midst of evolution to a higher state of being.
As described by Neale Donald Walsch in his book, The Mother of Invention, Barbara told him that once, while meditating, she felt a “’a vibrant field of Light that was ecstatic, joyful, beyond the field of physicality yet somehow connected to my own essential being . . . a continuation of my own self at a different frequency.’. . .For her consciousness had expanded beyond all the limits of her body. . . . Maybe, she thinks to herself, I’m mutating.”
Barbara WAS mutating, into amazing and explosive possibility. More than 20 years ago, she remarked: “At 76 I am deep into ‘regenopause.’ . . .When we enter menopause, and are no longer producing eggs—we ourselves are the ‘egg.’”
And as time wore on, like the word she coined, she kept getting younger, more energetic and productive, more infused with the certainty that there was more and more for her to do. Like many of her other friends, I never actually expected her to die.
Barbara didn’t have the time on earth to do more than launch the first mappings of the wondrous, complex evolution she imagined so many years ago.
But her primary genius was in simply being, in embodying the extraordinary certainty of possibility and positive change that could express itself in a woman at any time of her life. Barbara was never a woman ‘of a certain age.’ She was ageless and fearless, and she prompted other women to embrace the latter years as a time of immense creativity and freedom.
Barbara may not have understood it, but her greatest legacy was simply this: she taught all of us, all women of any age, to never stop thinking big.

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Lynne McTaggart

Lynne McTaggart is an award-winning journalist and the author of seven books, including the worldwide international bestsellers The Power of Eight, The Field, The Intention Experiment and The Bond, all considered seminal books of the New Science and now translated into some 30 languages.

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8 comments on “Bouquets for Barbara”

  1. Lynne - thank you so much for this beautiful bouquet to our precious Barbara. It seems impossible that I will no longer meet her on the path at Sunrise during early morning walks and get a smile and a hug. She was a walking bouquet and we know she is lighting up every Dimension she is influencing now. We love her and miss her and keep her in our hearts always.

  2. Thank you Lynne - I love what you said about Barbara I too 'met' her around 10 years ago when I took one of her online courses. It totally changed my perspective on everything. Her enthusiasm for what's to come was palpable and her insight, grace and amazing ability to communicate these ideas/truths to so many people has woken thousands across the planet to our true potential and could not have been more timely. I suspect she finally realised her work was complete and has gone home. Thank you once again.

  3. I first met Barbara at a World Future Society meeting in the 70's-- and saw her not nearly enough times over the years at conferences. I followed her work closely, read her books, have one on my nightstand and reread bits of it often. I agree that her continuance day (as NDW would say) does not seem timely. It feels as if she was not at all ready to go but, then, maybe that's colored by my wish to have her here to show us how to be in this world, to awaken us with exciting and visionary ideas, to lend us her wisdom. I sense that after a brief adjustment, she'll be back at it in some way. I will be forever grateful for all I learned from her and all she modeled for me. I know how blessed I am to have been -- at a distance -- mentored by her. Thank you for this lovely paean to her.

  4. Yes, Barbara was instrumental in my own growth into realizing I had only touched the surface of what I could and would do. I saw her twice and was very impressed with her strength in being her own true self. Not intimated by no one.

  5. I am four years younger than Barbara, and as I shared with her once in the seventies, also raised five children while my spiritual inspiration grew and influenced everything I did. Nobody has mentioned her book Revelation, Our Crisis is a Birth. That phrase is what keeps me going through all of the insanity we are presently experiencing. Rather than seeing only the destruction of our world, I see it as labor pains, and I am waiting to see the new baby being birthed! God Bless Barbara Mark Hubbard.

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