The Mayan end time clock keeps ticking

DECEMBER 21, 2012 seems to be quickly approaching and each new revolution, political assassination, corruption trial and accident seems to accentuate that ‘end of times’ date.

Every bit of news confirms we are on a roller coaster ride to hell and if we all don’t starve to death before we get there, or banks can’t figure out a way to take what little money they missed getting last year — we are in our final days.

Explode or Implode.

One’s a bang the other a whimper but not much difference in the final result. In reality the Mayan calendar date has two schools.

The dramatic ‘natural ending’ and the righteous but painful rebirth of the people in a collective conscious world awakening. I am of the later school.

Deep in the hills of Chiapas, Mexico where the Mayan Shaman still count days using their 20 day equals a month calendar and light fires honouring their stars most of them also believe that our planet is proceeding into an enlighten phase of living; leaving behind the materialistic grab for riches.

It will be a hard pill to swallow for quite a few, especially the super rich that have gorged themselves off the labour and savings of the minions.

Yet these few revered Indians continuing to survive in that poor region, that the Spaniard’s didn’t bother to conquer and liquidate. The indigenous beings go quietly about their activities with a solemn and gratifying reverence and constraint for the new world that is about to be reborn.

Problem is that so little is known of them except by a handful of experts it simply is easier to believe the provocative and astounding. Its message seems to enthral the masses.

Tabloid journalism excites sells and can come back the next day more adventurous and inventive cranking up the WARNING to even a higher level.

Everybody wants a handle on the future, a glimpse into how to beat the cosmic odds. There isn’t a newspaper published today without horoscopes.

And these Doomsday reports agitate to produce the desired effect. Always appearing in glossy shiny reviews with no in depth study or historical footnotes, something absolutely fundamental when examining those highly enigmatic savants of Central America’s jungles — the Mayas.

In 2009 a $200 million disaster movie, simply named ‘2012’, showed cracking continents, asteroids, and tidal waves as big as skyscrapers causing death and destruction, Hollywood style.

This year get ready for another deluge larger than Noah’s great flood of publications with each passing day.

Watch this space (and sky) for more!