2012: The End of the World?

 

Well, here we are.  It’s 2012, and a scant two-months-plus until the dreaded 21st of December.  Some folks are scared; some think it’s the Rapture and claim to be looking forward to the planet being washed clean of sin and, not inconsequentially, the sinners as well.  (I forget…do the good guys get sucked up into some celestial vacuum cleaner, or is it the bad guys?)

WTF do I know?

I do get people asking me about “The Shift” in 2012.  I guess since I do intuitive work and can give them some spiritual direction, I’m supposed to know something about the end of the world.  But come on; I’m not a finder of lost keys.  And no disrespect to all the famous “psychics” out there, but if anyone could tell you anything substantial about the end of the world, you would think that they’d want to practice a little in the meantime.  Maybe give us a heads-up when there’s going to be a great big ol’  tsunami or a pesky volcano or earthquake.  Or even tell me to wear my rain gear because I’m gonna get a wet ass on a summer motorcycle ride.  But noooo.

The fact is, no one knows “the hour or the day”; and if they do, they’re not telling.

So how will you live your life?  In case nobody’s filled you in yet, you’re going to die, and no one can tell you when, where, or how.  You might be sitting on the sofa watching TV when a pretty blue, frozen chunk of airplane bathroom waste-water crashes through the roof and onto your noggin.  Or you choke on a jelly sandwich.  Or a lot of things.

So what is so terrifying about the end of the world?  Actually, I find the idea of dying at the same time as millions of other people oddly comforting.  Here we go, folks!  Only real downside I see is that the humongous line of souls at the Pearly Gates waiting to get in will be a bitch.  I think I’m going to grab my Kindle at the last possible second so at least I’ll have something to read for the hundred years or so I’ll probably have to stand in that line.  Oh, and let’s hope it isn’t like the DMV and when I finally do get to the head of the line I’m told to go to the other window with the guy with the goatee.  Uh-oh.

Splat…

But how will you live your life?  When you were born it was like you jumped out of a window on the 20th floor.  You are going to hit the sidewalk eventually; there is no doubt about that.  For you, that’s the end of the world…no need to wait for some Mayan calendar thingie.   We’re all going to hit the sidewalk and we all chose to take the leap out that window and into life.

Some of us find the trip down too scary and we scrunch our eyes tightly shut and wait for the end.  You have every right in the world to do that; it’s your birthright and your prerogative.  But wow…how boring.

Not me.  I’m going to take a side trip or two (and I already have) on my way down.  I’m going to flap my arms like hell and flutter around some; check out the pigeons’ nests on the ledge; maybe do some window-peeping, whatever the hell I can think of to make this trip worthwhile.

You don’t want to hit that sidewalk carrying a heavy load of regrets…especially regrets about some things you didn’t do, or try, or say to someone you loved.  Whether it happens two months from now or in 30 years, there will be a punctuation mark at the end of your own personal sentence, before you hit the reset button and begin a new one.  Will your sentence be one long “meh…”…or will it be filled with exciting adjectives and adverbs and tell a story of a life well-lived?  Your choice, mon fre’re.

But anyhow…if you do happen to nail down exactly what’s going to happen on December 21st, clue me in.  I’m sure as hell not going to spend money on holiday gifts if nobody will be around to open them.