Today Is Your Happy Ever After

( from: mapmaker )

As we all know,

tomorrow is 12 21 2012.

Not a perfect palindrome, but nigh close to one.

And it is, according to interpretations of

ancient Mayan reports,

the End of the World.

I read somewhere, in fact, that 11:00 am is a time

to be wary of.

Now, I'm not certain if that accounts for

New Zealand Time,

Eastern Standard Time,

Lunar Standard Time,

Central Time,

Greenwich Mean Time,

or 

what to do about the 

International Dateline.

But either way, be on your best behavior,

because no one truly knows the hour,

but we do have the date,

and that's tomorrow.

Now, I don't mean to be flippant about this matter.

At a certain point in my blogging career,

I was pretty focused on getting folks to straighten up their acts.

Indeed, I wrote a rather naive entry about 11/11/11,

proposing that everyone should be on their best behavior from then until now,

and maybe, just maybe,

if this truly to be the judgement hour,

the Lord On High would forgive us for our transgressions,

if we were to correct them for a year.

But, judging by the events of the last year, 

no one paid attention.

Indeed, it sometimes appears

that evil has compounded,

reaching heights never imagined before.

I need

not give examples, just

fill in a few for yourself.  There are plenty.

( wikipedia )

Will the world end, though?

Come back on Saturday,

by then we'll know.

In the meantime, remember:

if the end is nigh,

today is the day to say

your goodbyes,

to say your "I'm sorry"s

to tell mom you love her so,

to sit in silence

and listen to snow~

I suspect we won't get off so easy,

we won't disappear in a big bang.

We'll do it to ourselves.

We'll destroy our planet,

we'll kill our children,

we'll refuse to compromise,

we'll perpetuate wars on

unsolvable problems,

we'll go on and on and on,

until someday, slowly, we'll realized 

we're dying,

and no one's coming to save us,

or command us,

or damn us.

Our cruelest judge,

when that time comes,

will be ourselves,

each solitary, self-hating self:

as we look in the mirror of our past deeds,

we'll see,

the evil has existed in you and me.

So, too, does the good.

The attitude I've taken,

and the reason I haven't written here for awhile

(that plus my terrible busy-ness!),

is because I believe

Today

is My Happy Ever After.

Every morning,

I wake up

is the day I've lived all my life to live.

And yes,

I've lived them,

one by one.

You, too.

As you prepare for Apocalypse,

live today as it is

your only day,

your happy ever after,

and every person you encounter

is here for your joy.

And then it won't matter

what happens tomorrow.

Because tomorrow will be

just another day

like today.

11:11 on 11/11/11

( laptopprophets )

So, as we all may know,

there's a growing community of folks

who are a bit worried

about the date

12/21/2012.

Somethin' about

Nostradamus

and

the Mayans,

and

some kind of planetary alignment.

Well, I had a revelation

today, and

it goes like this:

That's not really the date to watch

out for.

Well, ok, so it's true;  the evidence

(if you accept that kind of evidence as evidence)

does suggest

something major,

on

12/21/2012

something/anything

ranging from

major paradigmatic shift

to 

ice age

to

metaphysical awakening

to 

alien encounter

to

total destruction

or

fill in the blank

on 12/21/2012.

( somy35 )

But I had a vision today,

and it was

that the really interesting

palindromic

upcoming

temporal event 

will be:

11:11 on 11/11/11

I think it could be

either

a.m. or p.m.

you choose.

~ ~ ~

Anyway,

I would propose that

11:11 on 11/11/11

should be declared

the deadline time

for the one-ness,

and if we meet that deadline,

and stay in a state

of oneness

until 12/21/2012,

well,

we'll pass whatever

judgement day test

God has in store for us

for

12/21/2012.

Get it?

You see,

the deal is this:

if, 

by some weird

outside

chance,

we are facing Armageddon,

then hey,

what the heck?

Would it really hurt us to try,

for a little over a year

to just be at peace,

to just love each other.

This Is My Request,

My Dare,

To The World:

If everyone would meet that deadline:

11:11 on 11/11/11

a.m.  or p.m.,

you choose,

and then

beginning on that date,

just


STOP


stop all the hate.

Stop all the fighting.

Stop all the bickering.

Stop all the competition,

and hating,

and hurting,

and murdering,

STOP IT ALL!!!!

and just start loving,

loving people

who

you never thought you could love.

Find a place in your heart

where you can see

the thing that makes those people
who anger you, or have hurt you,

or who you don't understand

yes, 

those people,

find the thing that makes them

beautiful.

and love them until

12/21/2012.

Well, actually:
 let's say

the danger zone for

a real,

possible

 Armageddon

or

Apocolypse

or

whatever

is

from

12/20/2012

until

12/23/2012.

Yeah,

that sounds good --

those solstices 

can take awhile,
especially when they involve
a realignment
of the Earth's
magnetic fields.

So, given that,

if we get through

12/23/2012

and we're still here

and the sun

is still shining

and Santa Claus comes

and brings you

all the presents you asked for,

well then,

if we're still here after

12/23/2012,

and we've loved for a year,

and we've communicated honestly for

a whole year

and we've given to the poor for

a whole year
and we've forgiven all our debtors
for a year
and our debtors have forgiven us
for a year

and we've built up Iraq's infrastructure

for a whole year

and gone to tea with the Taliban

for a whole year

and the Taliban has gone to tea

with us

for a whole year

So, let's say

we do all that for

a little over a measly year,

and we get past the 

end of the Mayan Calendar

with no Apocolypse,
no voice from the heavens,
no planetary destruction,

why then,

if that year or so of loving

each other really proved

to be a waste of our time

we can start hating each other again,

and go back to fighting each other again.

That's the deal.

That's the deadline.

11:11 on 11/11/11

begin the one-ness

p.s.:

so I wrote this entry, then did a search on 

11/11/11,

and wouldn't you know it?

I'm not original,

Other People are thinking about it

or channelling it?

I don't know if the entry I just did

was a true

channelling.

It was, in part

a smart-assed remark

but also a dead serious

suggestion.

Call it a plea.

Call it whatever.

Here's what someone else calls it:

when will I get done, revolving it all? (a channelling)

This semester I'm teaching Footfalls,

That fabulous Beckett play

the got itself etched 

in my mind so many years

ago,

that, and 

Medea.

 It's funny: I may be setting myself up
for failure.

Whenever I decide to teach
a play I know oh so well
and love so much,
I find when I reach the actual
teaching itself,
I can't do it.
Students get really mad at me,
because I love all that old stuff like
Shakespeare,
or Euripides,
all guys I once knew once.

and beckett

The problem is: I know so much about these guys
and their times
that it would take forever
to teach it,
so for about a week
I'm silent, demanding the students
teach themselves some little part of
the
history.
(Oh, these 21st century students hate an old
history bound chick like me --
it's not their fault;
they were raised in an age
that scoffed at
history)
Still, I force them
to teach themselves.   I want them to
get it in their bones
as deeply as it is in mine.
And the only way they can do that
is
embody it.

When that's over, I teach the play and I teach it intensely.

Unfortunately, some students think that anything not taught directly by the teacher doesn't count.
For them, there is a  tough leap
from self-taught to "worth something."

( detourart )

So much of what I know
is self taught.
And it's all worth something.
I confirmed that
when I did a dissertation
at a fairly well known university
and won a departmental award for my work
in a blissfully forgiving cross-disciplinary field called
"Performance Studies."

Yes, that's right, in this age, Makropoulos is a PhD.

By gaining that, I confirmed to myself
that all that stuff
I taught my self
over the ages
was both worth it an
well taught.

If I can teach myself
all the crap I taught
myself as well as I did,
then,
you'd think I'd be able to teach
others,
and for a decade or two
I could: I was recognized as a good teacher,
at some very good schools.

However, I'm not as one of those schools now.

This generation,
lovingly referred to as
Generation Z
is so different from any I've ever encountered
yet.
They just want to be spoon fed
(I don't like doing that)

Students don't like me,
because
I just don't take their bullshit.
I want them to take
responsibility
for themselves and their learning.
Not a good thing to require these days,
in the good ol' U.S. of A.

MY CONCLUSION ABOUT GEN. Z in the U.S.A.:

Students in generation Z
are either
the most spoiled children we've ever produced
OR
they're the most literal generation in recent history.

( timeoutsydney )


So tell me:
have I finally hit
the Generation Gap
or
is this another marking of a
major cosmic shift?
Has Generation Z inherited the task of being
the cusp generation?
If it is a cosmic shift, it is heralded by a generation
that is honest and true; they see life simply for what
it is.
That is the constant,
and then there are the variables,
and that depends a lot on who their parents are:

1.  Those raised by the more Idealistic Hippies of the '60's and 70's - Empaths, that would be,
the kids are empathic to a dangerous extreme.

2.  Those raised by the Folks-Who-Like-To-Get-Stoned Hippies,
Some of Whom Still
Giveadamn,
and some of whom who don't,
well,
they are the largest group
who produced kids,
and their kids are
a mixed bag.
They're either really thoughtful, caring, ethical, slightly
goofy, but nice to be around

or

They're stoners.

3. That group is nearly rivaled in size
by the children of the early generation
Stoners,
whose kids, for the most part
are stoners;
but there are also children of Stoners
who look at their wasted parents
and decide:
"there must be another, better way";
and they are any of the above

. . . . and then . . .  .

4. there are the children of
the Nice, Straight Kids From the Seventies
Oh, yeah, they're out there,
those kids.  Some become
stoners, because their parents, who were
Nice, Straight Kids
when they were young
have become
Anal Retentive,
so their kids are either
doubly anal retentive
or they become
Any One Of the Above.

5.  And then,
There are the kids of the
Religious Zealots, and often
those kids are psychopathic religious zealots

or

they're any of the above
with any level of
Religious Fervor.

But,
the common denominator across all these groups is:

they are matter-of-fact and literal.
They live day to day;
they have trouble dealing with
authority
and that may be
because many of their parents
yielded it abusively.

---^---
They don't like me
all that much.
I didn't have kids this time around.
Instead, I was and still am
the nerd you kind of liked but also kind of hated
because
I didn't ever turn around and say to you
"why the hell did you do that?  That was really stupid!"
NO
I just refused
to participate.
I have done
my own thing.
I suppose some
would think me a snob;
others,
after they get to know me
just come to see
I'm actually very nice
and always honest.

Well, why not?

What the hell?

I'm 424 - going on 425
years old, and
it just doesn't make sense to
alienate
all the people around me.
I've seen you all
so many times before;
you just keep coming back
and you don't remember
a damned thing about what you did
the last time you were here.

(Many of you look at me with that vague
mist of remembrance
and say:
"wow, I know you from somewhere!"
but generally
you don't remember
who you were.
You were a girl.
You were a king.
You were black.
You were a slave.

You put yourself
in those roles
because you knew
it would teach you something.

The problem is: most of you
didn't learn it the last time around;
you never attained that identity;
you went to your grave denying
you were a girl
or a slave
or a black man
or a muslim
or a christian
or a jew,
and therefore,
the thing you were the last time around --
the thing you never were able to see --
is the thing you hate the most
today.

So the challenge of this lifetime
is double:

Gain the knowledge you didn't gain in your last life
(ie: OK, that black man could have been me 100 years ago)
and gain it
in the body you chose for
This Life.

Learn to be honest
and frank
with yourself.
Learn
from Makropoulos
who is the most honest
person you will ever meet.

That's right,
I'm past my gripes with you -- we
dealt with them a century
or two
ago,
and now I just want us all
to get on with it.

There are only a few; indeed,
a very select few I
haven't met in all
my decades; and those are the ones
I am supposed to meet.
Not just one, mind you, but the ones,
the ones who are like me,
like CricketSong.

We're here looking for each other
because
we are the pillars
of the next generation of humanity.
Our words will be preserved
into the future, and
humans -- in whatever form
they take -- will say:

"well, hell, it's not like nobody told them."

********

We've had prophets before
who proved themselves
right; and we have prophets
right now, of equal magnitude,
and that is because
we are the same
prophets.
It's our cosmic fuckin' job.

  The funny thing about
the words of the prophets
(not those on the tenement halls, but especially
those on the internet)
is that they will last for an eternity.

Humankind, on the other hand,
is physical and will pass,
but
it is a Fact; humankind is God's
Creation, and it will
return
in some form or another
until
it gets it right.

(What is it to get it right?
To get it right is to reflect back to God
Her Image,
unflawed and as perfect
as an Image
can possibly be.)

(docarzt 's interesting blog entry on Bentham )

The problem is:
if the revolving
Eye of God,
which loves to turn around  and survey
all its creation,
when it finally comes back to
that place where
it is looking directly as US,
well -- if it's not happy,
like it wasn't happy the last time it looked
(see the book of Genesis, chapters 6 - 9 : the story
of Noah)
well -- He kind of warned us
that the next total destruction
(that is, if She's pissed)
will be fire.

That's right -- fire --
He's moving through
the Elements,
folks:

 In His first Disappointment,
he used
Death by Earth:
ie: to be sent out of the
Garden of Eden and told
"Now it's ashes to ashes,
dust to dust
for you"
is, fundamentally,
Death by Earth.

The flood was
Death by Water.

The next threat on God's agenda is
Fire.
(check out the Book of Revelation
for that one)

( picsdigger )

Therefore,

we  have two choices
more or less,
assuming the majority of us don't want
Death By Fire.
There may be enough among us who do,
and given that,
we'll get it, but
some will live on
to carry the burden of our errors;
to reproduce
exponentially until
all the souls who have yet to get it right
have hand another change.
We
will have to learn to live in the askes
as they wait an eternity for God's
Eye to come around again.

And I would have to keep coming back, dammit.

ANYWAY>
so that's what happens if we do nothing.

However,
we could  do a really good job of remembering what the hell
we did wrong and fix it, quickly, and then,
 well, one of two things would happen:

a.  If, say, 90% of the world was being good
and 10% or so were still raising hell, well
She (I mean God) might decide to be 
light on us.
We might get off with Death by Air,

or

She might give us a little more time,
just a little more,
and then check on us again
a little sooner
 (God is, after all, a just God, and a forgiving God)

or

b.  If we were ALL good,
when the Eye of God
is suddently facing us fully
again,
well, then,
 God would see His Creation,
that reflection of Herself
in all its Perfection,
which is what
He wanted
all along.

And, well,

God would look at Her creation and
finally see Himself, and
finally find that He
could Love Herself
or at least Their Own Likeness,

which is Us.

God is Love:
He keeps insisting;
why can't we give Him
what She wants to see?

> > > > > > > > 

The good thing about Generation Z
is that it is wise enough
to be willing to at least try Love once --
and if they find Love 
to be Good,
they'll stay in it.

It's their parents
who will be the ones doomed
to another turn 
on the dance floor of time;
and it could be a very long time
in fire
if we're not careful.


Ah.  So.

So I'm teaching 

Footfalls

and wondering:

". . . will I ever be done
revolving it all
in my poor mind. . . . 

it all.


it all. 

Build Your Bunker

So 

I've talked about 2012 before,

a little bit,

here.

I am intrigued by the increasing contemplations

of 

12/21/12,

which,

by the way,

when you write it that way,

is a double palindrome.

I also sense

that something is happening,

and sometimes,

well, heck, often

I wonder

if it has anything to do with

that Grid message I received.

Today, I saw 

this:

(You have to follow the link below to be able to get the
interactive demo.)

This is posted on a website

called

HardenedStructures

which promises

"Client Confidentiality

Covert Construction

Clandestine Contracting"

all to help you as you plan

where you want to be

on the Winter Equinox, 2012.

The picture above is

one example of

a structure

designed to protect you

against

". . .  conventional weapons, 

forced entry, 

chemical, biological, radiological and explosive (CBRE) weapons, 

2012 mitigations, 

Climate Change 

and any type of Apocalypse or World Ending Scenario."

Well,

I'll tell ya:

talk about a great industry to get into

if you want to make money fast.

And doesn't this overlook

one of the essential purposes

and effects

of "Apocalypse or World Ending Scenarios"?

Consider the scene

from 

The Book of Revelation,

Chapter 7:

9 After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands;


10 And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.


11 And all the angels stood round about the throne, and about the elders and the four beasts, and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped God,


12 Saying, Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen.


13 And one of the elders answered, saying unto me, What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?


14 And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.


15 Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple: and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them.


16 They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat.


17 For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.

(sacred-texts)

Well, let me tell you,

I know this is supposed to refer

to the gathering of the select,
the Tribes of Israel,

and maybe I'm not going to be

part of it;

however,
maybe I will be part of it,
and I just don't know it right now.

However you look at it,

if there is to be some

rather glorious encounter

between the Saved

and the Lord
on that date,

do you really want to be stowed away

in a sealed bunker

while that little gathering is going on?

I mean, really,

talk about being

left behind.

I,

for one

would rather

hazard

the light of day

then

hide from it

on such a day.

I really don't have much more to say about that.

I really intended to write about 

something else today,

but that caught my eye,

and I just couldn't ignore it.

If, by the way, you've been looking

for a company to build you a building

like that,

I'm really glad I could help you.

an aside: why I cannot seem to leave behind this question of origins

( sakkal.com )

Weeellll, there are a few answers as to why I keep talking about things like God and origins:

1.
I think about it.  Well, not every minute, but a good part of the time.  Some of my readers may find that rather pathetic, but, well, don't forget: I'm a 424 year old woman.  I've spent entire lifetimes being in love, producing babies, singing operas, selling my body, being sold by others without my knowing it.  Being used.  Using.  Only during this "lifetime" have I come to full possession of myself, refusing to use the people around me, and working to be utterly self-sufficient.  This is a difficult thing to hold onto, since so much of society is fashioned around diverting people's attention away from who they really are, and what they are supposed to be doing.

I've reached a point where this body of mine is just a husk, a shell, and the most active things in it are the ticker tape of my mind, the wind of my soul, and the scarred, scarred beating of my heart.

I can't have children anymore.

I don't want lovers anymore.

I simply long to know what it would be like to leave this realm, and yet,
I love the earth I live on so much and I love the sweet taste of life so much
that I can't stand the idea of leaving it.
And after all, I can't; I'm trapped in a spell conjured by a selfish lover, who
after damning me to eternal youth, just got old and died and left me.

2.
Lovers:  Men who steal a part of your soul.  And I so willingly give it to them, because love is so essential to who I am.  I still live inside the fantasy that I can find my equal. That may be true for many women.  I don't know.  I'm only one woman.  But I've met so many women, I begin to feel that I could be the archetypical woman.  My history contains almost all of the pain and happiness that many women have experienced. 

My last lover --- ah, I love him still.  Somewhere deep inside of me, I believe that in him I finally met the partner I've traveled all over the earth in search of.  Unfortunately, he was not always nice to me.  Sometimes downright abusive.

So maybe he's no one special, just a good con man: it may just be that he, in his ability to mirror back to me what I wanted to see, let me see inside of me.  And there, inside of me, I found my soulmate.  Perhaps that's the mystery of the divided self: that our soulmate actually exists inside us, and can only be seen through the play of mirrors between your own soul and a reflecting lover's eyes.

Loving him was not always easy.  So in order to love him, my love soared beyond the ordinary.  So high it flew that I have a hard time now living back in my planet-bound, solitary life.  I wanted to love him, not just his very handsome exterior that impressed oh, so many women, but the man behind that, so what I gave was unequivocal; it forgave much; it produced a state in me that seemed almost like a place in heaven.  It was one terrific high.

Almost, but not quite.  Neither he nor I are gods; we are only human, limping about this earthly plane.

But for a little while I felt I saw heaven; here on earth, in a blade of grass, in a purring cat, in a lover's smile, in a touch, in a silent sharing.

It still pains me terribly to think about the end of our time together.

Suffice it to say, my current ramblings are in part an attempt to unravel the mystery I encountered through what we shared.  Or, the mystery I encountered through what I gave him.

3.
But my entries are also in part grounded in two other fears/obsessions of mine.

Very early in this blog, I explain a message I received, about five years ago.  You see, I have this little tendency to hear voices and experience other such paranormal phenomenon.  This is something I don't admit too often, and it's best I do it in a fictional state.  This blog, in many ways, is my attempt to unfurl the meaning of that message.

The message was simple:

Jesus will come as the scholar in the four days of the grid.

When a message like that interrupts your dreams and rips you out of your sleep, and shocks you so much that you write it down, weeellll,  you don't forget it too quickly.

That, plus this whole 2012 thing.

No, I haven't seen the movie, and I don't really want to. But I've read some of the Mayan prophecies, and I've studied the Book of Revelation.  And I'm, well, for lack of a better word, kind of psychic.  I have two separate thoughts about this:

a.  I really fear that in the next two years, the media hype and paranoia is going to increase and increase and increase until people just starting killing each other and themselves.  We may have entire suburbs putting on their Nike Windrunners and drinking cyanide cocktails before going to bed at night.

Perhaps we'll create our own End of the World as We Know It.

b. There are signs, inarguable, natural signs, that the planet is going through a change, and that humanity is, too.  It's difficult, if you know anything about the Book of Revelation, to not see some parallels between the last twenty or thirty years and the events of the Endtimes, as predicted there.  The intensity of hatred and evil on the earth, the illness, the destruction of our natural environment, the deceit, and the feeling in my gut that we are facing something ominous.

4.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm alive right now for a reason.  I wonder if I'm supposed to witness something, or foretell it, or perhaps just help put together the puzzle pieces.   Or if I'm just losing my mind.  If any of those possibilities are true, it is most likely the last one or two.  You see, I tend to think the Grid is the internet, which I (like many others) view as an extension of the human brain.  And if Jesus is to come again as the scholar perhaps this means that His Second Coming will manifest itself through a constructive, collaborative use of the internet.


I don't know if we're going to face an ending; rather, I  like to think we may face a new beginning. I have visions and thoughts about what that new beginning will be, and those visions and thoughts are directly related to my readings of what I feel are divinely inspired texts.

I play no favorites among the Major Religions.  I see credibility in all, and tend to feel that the messages they share lie at the heart of what is true to all of humanity.

If you haven't figured it out already, several of my entries are the direct result of something like channeling.  My problem is: if I do that for a few days, I ultimately become very very tired.  Which is why I am silent for awhile between some entries.

That plus the end of the academic year.  I'm a teacher in this lifetime, you see. A college professor.  It's the only place in this world that will have, him, and in which I can "pass" as somewhat normal.

(from:  arianyoung.blogsome.com )