Ah, the doomsday stories we’ve been telling ourselves since the beginning of time. The year 2012 looms. The news is always about death and despair. Mother Earth is on a tear—flooding, storming, burning, melting, shaking, blowing hot, blowing cold, withholding her bounty, and then pummeling us with it. Only the most stupid among us would say that we have no part in this story. Most of us suspect that this stew we live in is greatly of our own making. Deep down, many believe we deserve something cataclysmic for all the war and strife we have brought to this planet. The religious hope to be spared, never mind how much evil has been committed in God’s name. Those cultures more closely aligned with the earth, such as the Mayans, had their feet firmly rooted in the earth and their eyes fixed on the stars. They at least conceded that earth was a living, breathing thing in a vast universe and they were a part of it. Perhaps their vision of a world end was the pangs of rebirth.
The world has always been a place of turmoil. The difference now is that we are finally forced to recognize our interconnectedness. What happens in one community or country affects all the others. There is no place to escape to unless you want to leave the planet. Maybe all the dire predictions of a Cayce or a Nostradamus can be overruled by a world that seeks its own rebirth and makes a choice for the common good—a place where the pursuit of greed, selfishness, and the hunger for power can be banished. Until then, all stories, including mine, are about the battle between good and evil—the good who lay down their lives for others and the evil who take lives in a vain attempt to control the world. It’s a simple storyline that plays out in nations and in the daily lives of us all.
As for prophesying what is to come, I suspect we are God’s great experiment. The prophecy that is fulfilled is the one we choose.