Why are the poohbahs in Washington worrying about that “fiscal cliff”? Don’t they watch the History Channel? Don’t they know the world will end on December 21? Nostradamus predicted it. The Mayan calendar confirms it. Astrologists see signs of it. And astronomers back them up.
Some scholars have even found substantiating evidence in a secret code embedded in The Bible.
So why worry? Before the economy can nosedive over that cliff on December 31, the world as we know it will have ceased to exist.
Some people are so frightened by the looming apocalypse they’re committing suicide. They’re killing themselves to avoid dying, I guess.
The way I look at it, who would want to miss the Big Show? I’m staying to The End.
I know, you’re probably saying to yourself, how many times have we heard the world is coming to an end? When I was a tot, there were some people called Milennium Dawnists, who walked around Jamaica warning that the end of the world was at hand. That was seventy-odd years ago, and I am still waiting.
And who in Jamaica could forget the story of Bedward? He convinced thousands of Jamaicans to sell or give away their possessions because they were going to ascend to Heaven with him on a certain date. Fire would then come down from Heaven and destroy the earth.
The way my mother told it to me, Bedward had them build a platform at Race Course and – dressed in a flowing white robe – he climbed on it and jumped off. Needless to say, he did not ascend to Heaven. He fell to the ground and broke his leg.
(I cannot find a reference to a broken leg in the official Bedward stories. They just say he was arrested and locked up in a mental asylum. But, in any case, his followers were left to go home and try to get their possessions back.)
But Bedward did not have a PhD from Oxford or Harvard – or anywhere else.
The folks who are assuring us the End of the World is due on December 21 do. Some of them, anyway.
But I must admit I find their arguments confusing.
Those Nostradamus quatrains sound like gibberish to me, and I am sure you could interpret them any number of ways. As for the Mayans, they made a calendar and it had to stop sometime. They probably just ran out of space – or time – when they reached December 21, 2012.
The History Channel even quoted the Hopi Indians in Arizona, and showed pictures of some scribbling on a supposedly sacred rock. Why should I believe anything the Hopis have to say? Did they predict that illegal immigrants from Europe would engulf their land and their culture? I bet they didn’t.
The most “scientific” evidence of a December 21 apocalypse is the path of the sun. On December 21, it will line up with the middle of the Milky Way – the galaxy, not the candy. That will do something – I am not sure what – but it will be drastic. The show I saw talked about reversing the earth’s gravitational field (which is weakening, anyway), messing up satellite communications, shutting down power stations and so on.
What no smart phones? Whatever will Mankind do?
To me, personally, that’s not too scary, though. I don’t have a smart phone. And I grew up in rural Jamaica without electricity or telephones.
Sadly, I won’t be able to write my blogs, but – heck – few folks read them, anyway.
And I don’t believe the Age of Aquarius is beginning (although I like the song). I don’t even believe there is such a thing as an Age of Aquarius.
To me, stars are stars. And I like it that way.
It was more frightening to be reminded of the super volcanoes (like the one under Yellowstone Park) bubbling away beneath the earth’s crust. There is a very real threat of an eruption from one or more of those babies. And that could very well be game over.
It’s possible that the solar flares raging on the sun’s surface this year could trigger an eruption.
It is also possible that a meteor could hit the earth.
On December 21, or some other day – like today.
I guess that’s why wise men advise us to live each day as if it’s our last.
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