posted on Apr, 23 2009 @ 04:54 PM
We all have our favorite places, where we go to get right with nature.
December 20th, 2012.
You know, I never did learn a damn thing about disclosure. Just when I felt that it
was going to happen, along comes 2012. And now I'll probably never know . . .
what actually was.
I'm climbing up this steep slope to get to "my" favorite place, before it all ends.
Yes, there's an event a-coming. And I want to be here when it occurs.
They say our solar system is passing through a "Galactic Plane". Maybe that's why
everything down below is going to hell in a handbasket. People are crazy down
there. Some cry all the time. Some sing quietly to themselves, as if their death-
song will offer salvation. Some seek shelter in caves and tunnels. Some just sit
alone in abandoned churches and pray continuously. And some, like me, are trying
to get away, to a place where we can witness, however crude it may be, our own
I have seen the riots, the looting, the humbling, and the killing of the human race,
and have opted to leave. I will not go out as a frenzied, paranoid delusionalist. I
will face my greatest fear, and laugh into the abyss, into terror gone beserk.
The Mayan calendar ends today. What will tomorrow bring ? A new beginning ?
Some say this "alignment" happens only once every 13,000 years. The magnetic
fields have gone crazy. There has been a noticable increase in gravitational pull,
making physical exercise extremely tiring. But still I climb to my favorite place.
As I hike upwards I remember things that drove me into isolation. Nostradamus.
Revelations. Area 51. Aliens. Shadow government. And legends.
December 21st, 2012.
I spent the night asleep on the trail, looking up at the stars. In the morning, after a
small breakfast, I reached the summit. I have arrived at my favorite place for the
last time. Down below, dormant volcanos erupt. Tsunamis are everywhere. Life is
in a panic, all life. People, animals, birds, fish, insects, plants. Another cyclical
extinction is at hand, and it can be felt in every nerve fiber.
I would've liked to have known the Ancient Ones. Or the Incas. Or the Hopi.
With the destruction, or actually just before it happens, a "transformation of
consciousness" is supposed to take place. Maybe that's what I'm feeling now.
Suddenly to my left sits God in all his glory. I am enthralled by his visit. My body
is calm and relaxed as I turn to him and ask why. "Why God, why this ?"
"I have not been a good God " ,he tells me. "I could've done better."
"But this is not my doing. It is a shame that it has to end this way."
"And what will you do . . .after ?, I asked him.
"I will find another universe to be God in.", he answered. "And you?"
"I will find another calendar."
"Well, good luck to you", he said, and disappeared in a burst of light.
The winds have picked up. The sky is full of dark clouds and fireballs. It's time.
Or, it's the end of time.
I see this fiery meteor headed right for me. So long, Earth . .it was nice while it
lasted. Think I'll have a last swig of coke. Ahh, now that's the real thi . . . . . . . .