December 2012

Idea for a contest based on thoughts and ramblings concerning the year 2012, and several things I've read lately. ( A bit of poetry mixed in.)

There was Mars.

When I looked up to contemplate the stars,

When I looked up to question the abstract or the absolute, it was there;

Simply a thing of beauty in the night sky, marking forever, not when or where.

 

 

“If the Milky Way is the Greek Aion, the Myan serpent, then…” you point in the dark

toward the page of your opened book, “…this is the zero of its circle and where the Archer’s arrow points.”

 

“So what does that have to do with 33 degrees?”

 

“The Masons…The Skull and Crossbones…Templars….Match up the Zodiac’s thirds with the earth’s thirds. Match the meridians. It has to do with Pythagorean Pentagrams and guess what?”  I stare in feigned wonder. “You get the sites of all the great megaliths.”

 

“And this one in the middle of the Atlantic?”

 

“Atlantis.” I try not to think you’ve lost your mind.

 

“This has what to do with Mars and Masons and Earth?”

 

“Everything!  It means Mount Hermon crosses 33.3 degrees.  So does Roswell, by the way...So…Mount Hermon is where the Angels came down to mate with humans the first time…”

 

“Are you kidding?” I find this idea ludicrous. “And Atlantis?”

Tolerantly you try to explain this mystery of yours again.

 

“The Cycles of Time!  Cydonia!  Cydonia!  It’s on the same place

on Mars as it is on Earth when you match them… Mount Hermon is part of ancient Cydonia. The wheel of the zodiac links Earth and us  with the stars, links us with Mars, with Time itself.”

 

I can’t help myself:  I roll my eyes. “So?”

 

“Sagittarius, the archer, is Mars. It’s all connected.

The sun is about to rise in the serpent’s mouth:  the place on the Milky Way that looks like a serpent eating its tail. It’s how the Greeks, the Myans, the Chinese, probably even Nostradamus all came up with the same date.”

 

“What? It’s Greek to me. I’m not trying to be funny, but is this why Elliot or whoever said only those who speak Greek get into heaven?”

 

“Here…” you point. “You’re being obtuse on purpose.  The Milky Way IS the serpent eating its own tail and Sagittarius aims at the serpent’s mouth on the winter solstice around December 21, 2012.  It’s the end of time on the Myan Great Cosmic Clock.  It’s always been a time of turmoil.  It’s the Wheel within a Wheel.”

 

“And we get from Mars to Masons to Myans how?”  I squint in my ignorance as

you throw your anxiety ridden arms into the air.

 

“Google David Flynn.  He sounds like a nut, but he explains it better than I can.   I think it’s partially how Nostradamus predicted things. He studied ancient texts on the zodiac and astronomy that his father collected. The catastrophes all happen when the cycle comes back to this point again. It did for the great flood.  It did for the death of dinosaurs.  We’re just unlucky enough to be living at this particular time.”

 

I turn away and laugh again, but the thought chokes me.  “2012? If we’re to die that soon, I don’t want to know.” 

 

 

The grass beneath me is damp in the spring air.

No reason to fear, no reason to care.  I try to convince myself it’s just another one of the things a man as smart as you must entertain his mind with.  You’ll obsess then move on to something new.  In my world, the idea of catastrophic death in 2012 won’t do. It can’t fit in with the reality of grandchildren who have to grow up, books and music that have to be written…spiritual balance that has to be regained, and regained, and regained…

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was fantabulous! Outstanding, mixing all these things and thoughts together woven in a tale of mystery, chaos and intrigue with dialogue and poetry to boot! I feel like this belongs in a copy of Wierd Tales or some equally prestigious sci-fi magazine with flying saucers and robots for company, its scary wierd.