GBE 2: Blog On
It wasn’t like anything I had imagined. Nothing I had seen on television came close to what actually occurred. Nothing could have prepared us for the truth, except the truth. Nothing could have altered the outcome.
Don’t get me wrong, thousands of people handed out their “predictions”. It was as if everyone had suddenly become a soothsayer. Depending on your philosophical, political or physical point of view the predictions had different outcomes.
Some thought it would be the Biblical “Rapture”, others thought the Human Race would be obliterated (why just human kind and not the rest of animal life I don’t know), the Earth would rotate on her axis, Zombies would be created and pro-create with biting people, earthquakes and hurricanes would demolish everything and everybody, and still others said nothing would happen.
The Mayan Day-keepers viewed the date as a “rebirth”. The start of the World of the Fifth Sun. A new era as the solar meridian crosses the galactic equator and the Earth aligns itself with the center of the galaxy.
They were all wrong, and yet they were all eerily right.
December 21, 2012 came as every other day had during December. People shopped, celebrated the holiday season, made plans for the New Year’s celebrations, shoveled their driveways, collected paperwork to file their income tax returns, in general people went on living.
I have since learned that it takes eight minutes for the radiation of a solar flare, from the sun, to reach the Earth. Typically, this has happened on a daily basis for time on end. Earth was born within radiation showers…we were not.
We had all experienced the problems of the Suns eleven year cycle, called the ‘solar maximum”. The amount of solar flares interfered with our; cell phones, internet, i-pads, and all types of navigational gadgets. Slow downs, lock ups, dropped connections were just a part of everyday life during 2012. We, the laymen, did understand sun cycles. Most of us knew this would pass and uninterrupted life would resume.
The debacle on September 11, 2001, of the Emergency Broadcast System, was repeated. It seemed this time for different reasons. Not for lack of attention. Many eyes had been watching the skies. The minions were not warned because the underlying funds to keep the system in place had been funneled into some pet project of a certain senator. No one was manning the air waves.
For hundreds of years, every year, there was some cult leader predicting the end of times. Every culture spoke of it in their history/legacy/legend and myths. From the; Mayans, Hopi, Edgar Casey, Bible, Torah, Koran, or Nostradamus, they had all predicted the fall of human kind through fire and water.
Well, I’m here to tell you. Not all of us perished. Some of us live on.