It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas - and feel like it too. This, I find, is the time of year in which nostalgia crashes in on the cranial party with little shame. And if you are beyond a certain age, it reminds one of a period where things were so much better, a time where it took maybe a little less to raise a smile of joy. It seems that way, but what was it like really? Passing years, I suspect, do some steady work in numbing memorable reality into a 'feel good' haze. And I'm sure things can't have been as rosy as we all tend to remember.
I'm very sure they weren't, actually.
It occurs to me that our minds are fooled every day; that we wrestle with questions of deception more than we would care to admit. From the simple 'white' lie, to a life defining belief system, our capacity to deceive - and be deceived, is one that deserves consideration, as we are all subject to its subtleties from time to time. As a writer, the creation of convincing deception is my art, even though the receiver of the deceit is largely in on the act. It's when the person is ignorant of the fact, that deception takes on a more sinister and disquieting edge.
Deceptions that deal with cold fear are the worst for me. As I have stated in previous posts leading up to Christmas, there is increasing talk about the Mayan prediction of the world ending on 21st December 2012. Now, that's only a few days away - and all seems well right now, apart from it being perishing cold. If something is going to happen it's going to be a flick of a switch occurrence, as if God has his finger poised over the button - like Martin Sheen did as the lunatic president Stillson in 'The Dead Zone'. Remember it? "The missiles are flying . . . Hallelelujah . . . hallelujah." And yet, are we effectively deceived? All these people buying up goods and heading for bunkers on that date might be wasting their time. If nothing at all occurs they'll have wasted money - and risk some embarrassment into the bargain. If the kind of cataclysm predicted occurs, they'll have still wasted money. We're not talking about an atomic bomb going off here people, where it might be okay after. What I have read describes complete annihilation on a global scale. The bunkers ain't gonna help you.
I suppose it depends where your conspiracy theory loyalties lie - and which texts (if any) you might buy into. Jesus says in the Bible that 'no one will know the day or the hour when the end will come' - saying also to be ready for his return 'at all times'. That's a common sense move from a man who had it all worked out. You leave a place with others in charge, you don't tell them when your coming back. It's a no brainer. That's going to keep people on their toes like they were dancing on coals! And yet, it seems the passing of days, into months, and then years has rather numbed the urgency. To God, a day is as a thousand years. That's what it says - and more often than not, this old chestnut is used as a convincer for the days of Creation not being literal twenty-four hour periods of time. To me however, it gives a small clue as to why it appears things in His world move so very slowly. What is a crawl pace to us, might be a flash of time to some other being, especially someone who has eternity to play with.
Anyway, the more I read, the more crazy it seems. The theories abound, good and bad. We are told to expect aliens, a new dawn of enlightenment, mass destruction, death, and so on. Oh, it's all good.
I rather suspect we'll still be around on Saturday morning, and then, like Harold Camping someone will adjust the date, so we can sweat again for a few months.
Next post will be on Friday . . . doomsday.
I hope.
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