Off the keyboard of RE
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In about an hour from now Alaska Standard Time, the 24 Hour Clock starts on the BIG DAY Kollapsniks havebeen waiting for, 12/21/2012. The next 24 hours will see if we make it through without a big game changing Black Swan, and I suspect we will.
I started using the 2012 prophesies back in 2008 on Peak Oil, and basically at the time my main goal was to make it through to this date still walking the Earth, as my own health issues made it dicey as to whether I would last so long. I did, and now everything that comes afterward is BONUS TIME for RE!
I’ve never really been convinced of this prophesy, but the graphics for it that came out of Roland “Master of Disaster” Emmerich’s 2012 film have long been a staple metaphor for me to use on the graphical end here. It doesn’t look likely though right now that Los Angeles will go sliding into the Pacific Ocean or Yellowstone will go Ballistic today.
Of course, I can still use these graphics, and I still will, because even if the date wasn’t precisely nailed down here correctly, a major quake WILL hit LA here eventually, and Yellowstone WILL eventually blow its Supervolcanic top. Inevitabilities, just the real timeline isn’t known on them.
Also still avoided as of yet is a Super Carrington Event of a major Solar Flare hitting the Magnetosphere, an Asteroid Collision with a Planet Killer size Rock or the Man Made TEOTWAWKI Event, a Nuclear Winter resultant from Global Thermonuclear War. “Shall we play a GAME?”"
What we do have instead here is a succession of smaller collapses on varying levels of our social structure, from the “Fiscal Cliff” in CONgress to the Postal of Adam Lanza. The ever upward creep of FSofA citizens being issued SNAP Cards for their Daily Bread. The ever widening War in MENA and the ever creeping collapse of Nation-States into Failed States.
As of right now, the Pundits who prophesy a Long Emergency and gradual decay of our Civilization have been correct. so for the moment Mr. Wizard Arch Druid John Michael Greer and Effete Nascar Napalm Artist Jimmy Kunstler can pat themselves on the back for painting an accurate scenario. No amazing Tipping Point has yet hit, and despite all the weak links in the chain that David Korowicz identified which could lead to a Fast Collapse, so far none of those links has so irretreivably failed that we are plunged instantly into anarchy or “Mad Max”.
I still tend to gravitate toward the idea that at some point one of the main Conduits will fail, and there will be an identifiable rapid collapse of systems resultant from that. If it doesn’t hit today on 12/21/2012, perhaps it was just that one of the Mayan Astronomers was a tad dyslexic, and the REAL Date here to look for is 12/21/2021? LOL.
In the meantime, I am suggesting a new National Holiday, 12/21 to be Celebrated Each Year we haven’t had a complete collapse of systems as Mayan TEOTWAWKI Day! Everybody who still has a Job gets the day off from work, and everybody who does NOT have a Job gets to go to Work for a Day!
Although the world at large does not appear at this moment to be on the verge of complete Collapse, for many INDIVIDUALS, 12/21/2012 will be Collapse Day. It’s the day they get their Pink Slip from the Job, or the day they get the Visit from the Sherriff Evicting them from their McMansion or the day their Significant Other or one of their Children commits Suicide. We won’t hear about most of these stories of course, they aren’t Tabloid Enough to make the Grand MSM like Adam Lanza, but there are of course many more of them. In aggregate, they devastate the lives of many more than Adam Lanza did, but nobody really notices it. Well, at least the general public doesn’t notice, but I think the Diners do.
That is why we are here on the Diner of course, to chronicle what really IS occurring now, not the Hopium Spin of “Recovery” pitched out by the MSM and our Faux Leaders. Facing REALITY is Step 1 in dealing with the collapse as it unfolds, and preparing yourself for the eventualities bound to come, even if they do not arrive on your Doorstep TODAY, on 12/21/2012. For Come THEY WILL, there is no stopping this one now, the End of Industrial Civilization is Written on the Subway Walls, and Tenement Halls. It is OVAH.
I was there at that Concert in Central Park in 1981. I won’t ever forget it. Please, “Hear My Words that I might REACH YOU”
SAVE AS MANY AS YOU CAN
You can do no more now.
Off the keyboard of William Hunter Duncan
Published on Off the Grid in Minneapolis on November 11, 2012
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Winter arrives tonight here in Minnesota, in a hard way. Temperatures are expected to fall throughout the day, below freezing, with temperatures remaining below freezing through tomorrow, as low as 18 degrees. That will be a test of how well my oil filled electric radiators heat the house. I have two, one in the kitchen and another in the bathroom, heating the bedroom also, which is less than half the house. My furnace is broken and I have neither the money nor the inclination to fix it. I would certainly like to rip out all those forced-air steel vents in the basement, I’ve hit my head on a hundred times. I could buy a nice woodstove from a friend for $200, and install it myself for about $250-300, but the stove is not catalytic, which means it isn’t designed to burn off most of the particulate, which is not a solution in the city; also as I do not have access to a wood lot. Though I could arrange with a tree trimming crew, to have more than enough wood dropped in my driveway, for free. A catalytic wood heater connected to a radiant water system which I would rarely use because the house itself would be solar radiant, would be ideal.
Back into the 40′s and 50′s next week, so no worries. Heating half the house with two oil heaters, cost about $40 last month. If I tried to heat the whole house, which is in mid-repair and a heat sieve, it would cost me $200+. Assuming winter comes, even the climate being uncertain. My neighbor across the alley, a good Christian who I have never known to question authority in any meaningful way, remarked to me about it yesterday, unprovoked, in evident concern, while I was working on my new driveway. Much of the aggressiveness I have endured from the city, the last several years, about my garden, I suspect has arisen from complaints from him. The lack of attention I have received from the city in the last year, has coincided with his evolution in thinking about my garden, in part as a direct result of his awareness of radical changes in weather patterns. He is a hunter, fisherman and gardener.
My new driveway is made of antique Purrington pavers, 9 lbs each, originally, likely, paving stones for a road, here in Minneapolis, which were removed at some point to my sisters driveway, before it was hers. She has never parked on the driveway, which she has only ever used to grow soil on, by neglect. You couldn’t see them; there was an inch of soil and weeds covering them. I asked her if I could buy them; she gave them to me. I stacked them up, rented a truck and paid my friend Jamie, a musician who lives in a rundown trailer you couldn’t move if you wanted to, $80, to help me transport the 5 tons. He only wanted $40. I bought him a snack and dinner too. I’ll have six cubic yards of class five crushed limestone dropped on my sisters driveway this week. She can grow weeds on that just as well. My father is furious, but he hasn’t been proud of anything I’ve done, since I was MVP of my high school baseball team. Except that time I shot that eight point buck. He doesn’t know either that I’ve painted my upper body green, put on faux animal pants, and danced with those horns publicly. Perhaps he will reconsider about the pavers, when he sees the driveway, the patio, and the front sidewalk to the street.
The white pine table for the patio, three feet across.
Otherwise, since I started the work on the hoop house, greenhouse, with the white pine dropped in my driveway and the work on the driveway and patio, more of my neighbors have stopped by and spoken with me in a friendly way than ever before.
My father is happy to have me working at big bank. I am happy too, insofar as the work I’ve been doing here at the house would not have happened, if not for that job. I am also astounded, at how many people in the department I work in, are eager for overtime. It is the debt they hold, I suppose. I value my time more than money. The department head, in advocating for people to work overtime so that it would not have to be imposed, said approximately, “What are you going to do otherwise? I’m just going to go home and sit in front of the television,” and many and maybe most nodded in agreement. No one seems much perturbed that we are foreclosing on houses.
I sit in my awkward corner at big bank, dancing sometimes to the global sounds on my iPod, wanting to sing, most days listening to Terence Mckenna on youtube, contemplating TEOTWAWKI. The election was encouraging to me, insofar as I was anticipating a potential hard Right turn. When you write things like the Benghazi incident is likely related to covert CIA operations having to do with Syria and al Qaida, and that Broadwell is CIA if I ever saw one, and not a bad way at all to excuse yourself from the drug money gorged, para-military, al Qaida affiliated cesspool the CIA has become, General; well, I have the sense that the GOP LOVES government when it comes to cracking down on alternative media, mindful as I am that the Obama administration has been ruthless in regard to whisleblowers, among many other things. I hadn’t anticipated a repudiation of the Republican message, with the election, such as that message has become. (The reader might be advised to not take my prognostications TOO seriously.)
Thinking such things about the world as I do, I tend to keep to myself at big bank. The work encourages it. Besides, I’m a minority white guy, and bald besides. And I’m shy. People don’t engage me much either. I’d much prefer to wear a hat and bandana, but that is against the rules. It get’s cold where I sit, and it would soften the bald nearing middle-age white guy thing. I intended to wear the orange afro and the wacky jacket, Halloween, but when I woke that day it barely occurred to me, and I couldn’t have cared less at the time, really. Though I did puff before I left the house, and closed my eyes and let go into the music on the bus. Peace pirate, Sir Vis, yet.
TEOTWAWKI. Terence Mckenna was much responsible for the mythology around Dec 21, 2012, having come to the conclusion through work with the Chinese I Ching, and a mathematical computer program he devised, that the end of time would occur that day, coming to this conclusion separate from any knowledge of the Mayan prediction. He wavered on his prediction, suggesting it could mean anything, from the destruction of the entire planet; the transformation of the entire universe; transforming ourselves somehow technologically, such that we would expand into hyperspace; to the invention of time travel; to his death merely, and we could all laugh that we believed him. Like Moses he would not see the promised land, as he died in 2000, from a deadly tumor in his brain, in the frontal cortex associated with the “third” eye. A curious end, for a mystic, particularly one so loved. In a cruel irony, his entire collection of rare books and manuscripts, and personal notes, were lost in a fire. The organization entrusted with them, Esalen, had seen fit to store them in an otherwise unoccupied office, off-site, next to a Quiznos, where the fire started – seven years after his death.
It’s interesting to me, how little I hear anymore about the Dec 21, 2012 Apocalypse meme. I had expected it to be more prominent a part of the dialogue, but it is not much at all, after all the hubub years ago. This, even as uncertainty has ramped up exponentially, with the economy, the fiscal cliff, Sandy, Benghazi, Syria, Iran, $100 barrels of oil, Fukushima, drought in the crop lands, and clear evidence for anyone who is conscious of the weather that a cycle has been broken. Even the most sanguine supporter of all things AMERICA, believes CHANGE is upon us, though notions of the how and the why are as diverse as there are people.
Terence imagined much more of a spiralling effect than we have seen. He imagined a kind of exponential condensing of Time, at which end-point we would emerge into a kind of psychedelic hyper-dimensional awareness. The kind of technological progress he imagined though doesn’t seem to have come to pass; more it seems to me, we are seeing the global industrial machine grinding to a halt, and many of our techno-dreams with it, because of oil constraints, weather, population growth and too much debt. I don’t think Terence was wrong, necessarily, and his psychedelic research and reporting on it has been invaluable to me, to sort things out; I just think maybe his psychedelic dimensional travels caused him to underestimate the staying power of the material universe, maybe.
I do however believe the Mayans were about dead on with their long count calender, which 5,126 year cycle happens to coincide with the rise of the written Word, the Logos transcribed; and the rise of agriculture about 5,126 year before that. Those two, ag and the written word, are without peer in their effect on Homo sapien. The Logos written, the Word, leading to a paradigm of control, which now seems to be both aggravated in it’s desire, and slipping out of possible.
Notice that the definition of apocalypse is a lifting of the veil. What veil? The veil of authority. Consider the Catholic Church, or the Boy Scouts, or Lance Armstrong, the Federal Reserve, Wall Street and the Federal Government. The stories these entities and institutions, and everything relating to them, have rested upon, are everywhere revealed to be a fraud. A fraud for what purpose? A fraud to control resources, to control nature, to maintain power and influence, to maintain BAU. A fraud feeding at the foundation of everything life depends on.
I intuit we are closing in on some kind of bifurcation point, after which normal will be turned upside down, metaphorically. What that is going to look like, I have all kinds of ideas. Anything from a comet strike, to a solar wiping-out of the global electrical grid, to a collapse of the global financial markets, to a series of nuclear strikes, to an organic or inorganic destruction of a series of off-shore oil wells, to the collapse of the Saudi royal family, to mass starvation, and on and on and on, unto a widespread collapse in belief in the current paradigm.
The Mayans don’t have the corner on cycles though. There is also the 26,000 year cycle of the rotation of the axis, the cycle of precession of the equinox. We are now in the Aeon of the zodiacal house of Pisces, the fish, associated by some with Christos. It will be another 200 years before the cycle of Aquarius, the water bearer, begins. Which I take to mean it will be another 200 years before a true healing of the waters will begin. With all the nuclear and poisons and off-shore oil wells around, how polluted we allow the waters to become remains to be seen. Perhaps enough, that there will be no human to witness the healing of the waters.
My hope is, though, the thing ultimately revealed, is that Homo sapien is a vastly more profound being than any control freak has ever lead us to believe. And the Sun and Gaia would not have spent billions of years bringing us into being in order to let us perish of our control issues.
Cycles upon cycles upon cycles of time. Change eternal. To illutrate, my black-cap raspberry vines, sans leaves:
Off the Keyboard of El Gallinazo
When I first heard of the Mayan calendar, I was still plumbing on St. John. Maybe five years ago. My introduction to the subject went something like this:
Friend: You hear about the Mayan calendar and 2012?
Me: No. What about it?
F: It’s suppose to end in 2012.
Me: Well all calendars gotta end. I take it that this one lasts over a year or no one would would be talking about it ending.
F: Yeah, something like ten thousand years.
Me: I hope the Mexican economy doesn’t depend on the calendar printing business. Jeez, maybe I should hang up the new one in the tool shed. But if it’s gotta last 10,000 years, I better pick one with a really good looking siliconized woman who will stand the test of time. I think I saw a picture of that Mayan job once. It was a big round stone with really ugly people and animals with big teeth. No buxom women at all as far as I can recall.
F: There might not be a new calendar.
Me: That’s OK. My watch fell into a septic tank the other day anyway.
F: Some people are saying that the reason that it ends is that the world ends the same day. Thus no need for a new one.
Me: That’s a pretty drastic way to avoid printing up a new calendar. When exactly is it suppose to end anyway.
F: I think it’s Dec 22, 2012. Didn’t get the hour.
I didn’t take this news too seriously at the time. I mean even though I was a lowly plumber, I had been trained at an Ivy League institution as a chemist and had a modicum of self-respect. Though research earlier in life had convinced me that UFO’s were real visitors and involved in a huge government cover-up, and I had been interested since my early 20′s hippy days in Eastern metaphysics (but never hung out at airports), I was not ready for the end of the world. Particularly from some stone age primitives who had spent most of their time wrestling anacondas in their living rooms.
Well, times have changed. As I plunged down the rabbit hole this year, trying to separate the wheat gluten from the disinformation, I have gradually started to take this Dec 22 event a lot more seriously. Mainly because I have learned that human history is not what they teach in the universities and that the ancient Mayans were a lot smarter and more knowledgable than I had supposed in my Western pseudoCiv arrogance. But the main reason I started taking it seriously is that, of the seven heaviest hitters in my batting order of the penultimate truth team, six of them say that the period of Dec 22 to April 1, 2013 will be one of conventionally unimaginable earth changes and astronomical events, which will involve massive tsunami’s, volcanism, earthquakes, super hurricanes, very large meteor strikes, and changes in solar radiation including a hyper Carrington event (if you don’t know what this is, check it out in Wiki), all of which are going to rattle a lot of teeth. Interestingly enough, of my seven great truthsayers, numero uno and batting clean-up, David Icke, says that it is all a lot of hype put out by the Consortium to scare the shit out of everyone. Well Icke is my number one man, but he is still outnumbered 6 to 1, so I figure the odds at well over 50%. Which is not to say that there aren’t a lot of Illuminati flaks flapping their buttcheeks about this purported event as well. One of the stupider and more repulsive, goes by the unlikely name of Drunvalo Melchizedek. He is currently hanging out in Vale CO. Speaks for itself. And I coulda been a contenda.
Along with these cataclysmic earth changes, there are predictions that a lot of really wonderful things are going to happen with the human race in what one might describe as a metaphysical revolution. Many of us will be allowed to graduate from our prison planet. Others may receive a get out of jail free card in the mail. If anyone is interested in this part, research it for yourself.
Then there is the strange anomalies of Illuminati behavior.
1) They have accelerated their global police state agenda as if they are ready to implement a total crackdown before the end of the year.
2) The nations of the world and the central banks are spending money like there is no tomorrow (or at least no next year), as if they are just trying to get to Christmas before the SHTF. Are they really so stupid that they wouldn’t foresee that what they have done since 2008 has increased the eventual problems by an order of magnitude or two. Unless they knew in advance that the global reset was going to be much bigger than anyone outside their select top circle could imagine.
3) All the major powers have been building “secret” underground cities for decades. Actually China and Russia have also been building deep shelters and “subways going nowhere” for many millions of citizens. The USA and Europe has been building plusher cities, as Dr. Strangelove had suggested, much, much deeper and strictly for the political, corporate, and military elite. We don’t seem to be facing an immediate threat of nuclear war beyond Israel and Iran having a get go. It is rumored that some congresspeople have become such whores because they were threatened to get their tickets cancelled. Maybe that is what Obama said to Denis Kucinich on their famous Air Force One mating flight. “Gonna pull your ticket if you don’t tow the line on this vote and that of your lovely redheaded new bride too.” Even if I were 40 years younger, I would rather die on my feet than be locked up forever with these creeps. Even Sartre couldn’t convey “the horror” with a 300 pound Brando playing lead. Interestingly, both the Chinese and Russian construction contracts are considered ultra urgent and have a mandatory completion date of 2012. Apparently there will be an underground spot for every citizen of Moscow.
4) The end of USA manned flight. After 54 years and tens (hundreds?) of billions of dollars, the USA has no way of putting a man into space without buying a business class ticket from the Ruskies. And Putin has been so uppity and ornery since his recent re-election. I guess they just plum forgot to replace the shuttle. Shit like this happens. The director of NASA gave a decommissioning speech for the remaining shuttles and mentioned the great things that USA astronauts were going to do in space. The assistant director whispered in his ear, “You know, we never built a replacement for the shuttle.” After the speech, the Director asked how it came to pass that a replacement was never planned. He was told that nobody ever thought of it. These things happen. It’s like paying your mortgage late and getting a penalty.
5) Fuckyoushima is poisoning the entire northern hemisphere and nobody in any government is even scratching their collective groins about it. When the spent rod pools on the roofs collapse, particularly the one with plutonium in it, and it’s just a matter of time, it’s game over.
So how did the elites learn about our upcoming main event? I heard that they have friends in high places. I recommend that everyone load up on beer and popcorn in early December before the rush. But with a hyper Carrington event in the offing, I guess we’ll just have to pull out the lounge chairs and look up. Don’t forget your sunglasses.