a few weeks ago, i couldn’t sleep, not surprising or unusual. watching late night tv i saw a program on the history channel about the prophecies of the Maya people. they had an elaborate system of rotating calenders that were composed of cycles. some cycles were short only five years long. some cycles were long taking hundred and thousands of years to rotate. each cycle was made of a type of pattern. according to the “experts” interpreting these cycles a big one is set to end in 2012 or sometime like that and it is suppose to mean a big, big change. the evidence was impressive, it always is at 3am.
we hear theses all the time. each generation has some sort of idea confirmed by science that says the end of the world is near, sooner not later. the prediction has been part of every generation since before Christ. so the suggestion that life and this world as we know it will soon greatly change is not a unique idea. but, it is not hard for one imagination and to begin worrying about specifics. when? how long? how extensive a shift? how will it happen?
In my rather meager studies of religions and philosophies an end or major transition idea is as common as meditation or prayer. the Hopi have many, Christianity has many, the Jews have a few. the best or rather worst and therefore most believable i learned from tom brown jr. his can be found in his books. but this is not the point.
since seeing this tv program awake in bed one night, i found myself with a constant low level of worry, angst, and fear. on long drives home trying not to give voice to pointless fretting, voices surround the event sound off in my head, “when the red skies come” Tom Brown has said……. “when” not “if”, he used to say if. and also from Tom “our grandchildren will be made to suffer”. And “Like a thief in the night” i think Christ said that one. so NO ONE will know the place or time. “we will have to escape to the far reaches of sustenance, the edge of survival” i don’t know the owner of that voice. another one from the tracker “when children turn and eat each other” it is a sign of tings coming. reminds me when i here of a child killing children before killing himself from Colorado to Finland. we all heard the metaphors, “when the world is torn asunder” one song says and that says it all.
And what is it we are suppose to do to fix these things? vote? recycle? walk to work? start a blog? hug? worry? the tragedy of these generations seems to be the lack of answers. no real answers or new ideas. no creativity at all.
Then one night on the way home i remembered something like a warm blanket from the dryer or first sip of perfect coffee on a cold morning. FAITH.
just before Iraq was invaded, a newspaper article interviewed several local clergy on the implications of a christian nation invading Babylon (basically). when asked if this meant the end of the world is near one black southern baptist reverend replied ” well i don’t know about all that but if i didn’t know Christ i would fear everyday”. i laughed out loud as i sat on the toilet reading that years ago.
Worrying about all the above future trip isn’t always a waste of time, only sometimes a waste of energy. all we can do is pay attention, stand in Spirit, take care of each other and our Planet. know that somehow we need to be here right now. everything else will take care of itself.