So, I know it’s been such a long
time since I’ve blogged, which I’d like to apologize….
All of you that know me on a
personal level are aware this year has been a year of many changes and
endings. Some, quite frankly, knocking
the wind out of me. The experiences of the last year and a half
hasn’t left me feeling very creative, hence the neglect in my writings. With 2012 soon coming to a close, I am happy
to say I feel the stirring of my inspiration FINALLY awakening. With that, let’s touch base on a rather
popular topic for this year.
I’m sure that everyone has heard
mention of the date 12/21/12. With all
of the hype and different beliefs as to what this date will bring, at the very
least, it probably has you raising an eyebrow with skeptic anticipation.
I remember the first time I heard
of the approaching date, about 8 years ago.
I recall thinking to myself, “oh here we go again”. So
many times in the past we’ve heard the gobbledygook (yes, I said…gobbledygook)
of false predictions of THE END OF THE WORLD.
Let’s review some of the more
recent failed prophecies, shall we?
In the 70’s Jean Dixon, famous for her
prediction of the assignation of John F. Kennedy, predicted that the world
would see it’s demise in the mid-1980’s, due to Comet’s crashing to the
earth. The only thing that I recall that remotely
looked like the end of the planet was the bad mall hair, horrible electronic
music and terrible fashion sense. Unfortunately,
being a teenager in the 80’s I was smack dab in the middle of sporting 2 ft.
high bangs and an arm full of O’-Rings. I would normally never admit that however I’m certain there is a conspiracy of blackmail complete with pictures,
floating about somewhere on Facebook.
Next came the craze of Y2K Millennium. Now, I will admit that out of all of the
predictions that I’ve read and learned about, this was probably the one that
may have had the most detrimental impact on me personally. The mere thought of my computer crashing and
being left with no internet would make me feel that my life as I knew it was
ending, right?! Forget hording food and
supplies, I would have wanted to just find a corner and shrivel up and
die.
The most recent prediction was last year from
the Caravanning Christian Talk Show Host, Harold Camping. He was so bold to actually try forecasting
down to the very minute the Rapture would come. Thus eliminating 98% of the
planets population. I don’t know about
you but I was praying that if the rapture did occur to please take me so I wasn’t
one of the 2% left behind having to listen to his radio broadcast. What
was most amusing was when his first prediction didn’t materialize; he simply
decided to call a Mulligan a few months later.
Opsey! …..my bad, can I get a do-over?
Now we find ourselves on the
brink of the famous Mayan Doomsday Prophecy.
The ancient Mayans have been proven to be very skilled in accurately
predicting astronomical events based on their calendar. However, like the Bible, all is left open for
interpretation. Researching the different interpretations you
will find many different opinions as to what “may” occur. A polar planetary shift, a transfer of the
Earth’s magnetic poles, a series of solar flares, just to name a few. But again, these are all just other people’s
interpretations of what the Ancient Mayans were reporting.
I myself believe the only
destruction our Earth will ever experience is due to the behavior of
Mankind. Deforestation, continued destruction
of wild and marine life, human pollution on the air and oceans are just a few
ways that we humans take Mother Earth for granted. This
planet at one time was a perfectly balanced eco-structure which is slowly being
destroyed for the sake of selfish humanly gains. Ego is what is going to be the result of “End
of Time”, not a comet or asteroid that creates a Zombie Apocalypse.
So to those of you that opted out
of buying Christmas Presents this year because the prophetic ending hits before
December 25th, you still have
time. You don’t want to find yourself in an awkward
moment when you walk into Mommy In-Laws house empty handed, now do you? And last but not least to my 12 year old son, Noah…sorry baby-cakes,
I know you were really pulling for them Zombies.
