HISTORY OF THE END OF THE WORLD

INTRODUCTION (continued)

 

THE BOOK OF TRUTH

 

1

 

SHE OPENED HER MOUTH, MOVED HER TONGUE AND SO SPOKE TO THEM AND SAID:

The Earth quakes and the Heavens rattle: the beasts of nature flock and men flocks apart; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere ice melts. And then on other days it just rains. Indeed many things come to pass.

 

It was in the first quarter of the 21^st century, when the North-Koreans tried to immanentise Armageddon. Never before came the World Powers that close to planetary annihilisation. All because of a tiny rock in the Japanese Sea, the Chinese had renamed Yin. When finally emotions calmed down to the levels of secret operations and local warfare, nobody realised that the point of no return had passed. The long planned extinction of the human race had begun.

I am totally aware of this fact, though in the meantime I am watching a group of sparrows on a neighbouring roof. Though officially almost extinct, the remaining flock together on a local garbagedump in front of me. They seem to like the smell. Their numbers keep growing, because I am feeding them for a couple of months now. This planet is a misfit. Superb technology combined with primitive instincts. But the women are the best. The best in the Universe. So they say.

 

2

 

LOST AND FOUND

 

I lost you, my eyes wide open.

On that Omaha-beach, I died for you.

Mayapoison on my brain.

I lost an eye

in that battle

on Glastonbury Hill.

Where dark crows

kill the dying.

Eat you said

and I did.

 

So I told you about the sparrows and the end of the world. When I look out of my study, I see storms forming in the East, hiding the sun for just another day. It will be foggy today, but it will give the inhabitants of this part of the world a chance to get around. The sun has become a very dangerous factor in daily life. On sunny days the streets and beeches are deserted. As soon as the sun sets, the lights are lit and a seemingly endless hedonistic festival begins. Do they realise, that they live in the End of Times. The end of a long, long cycle and the start of a new, even longer one? Outside endless rows of cars are moving around, showing how afraid they are. The people I met sofar are exttremely good at one thing: denying the evidence of their senses.

 

In the meantime in the Gualtemalan rainforest, the eyes of a giant stature, representing Tlaloc the Raingod, started to weep and soon the monsoonrains will start to pour. Nobody saw this miracle, but Laura, an Australian tourist, who suddenly understood that Atlantis will rise again. Her heart went ice-cold. Indeed many things come to pass.

 

3

 

SONGS OF CALLING

 

Slowly she removed her cap.

Her long brown hair carressed the wind.

Ocre colours, a burning sun.

I followed the path down,

a bamboo forest

hissing sounds,

Khmer Rouge.

Step by step

we followed the opiumtrail.

The monsoon was about start.

Lights at the horizon

are signals of change.

I will carry you all the way, I said.

And I did.

 

A very bright, previously unknown planet will appear and coincide with times of great geological troubles. With earthquakes and erupting volcanoes disturbing global weathersystems. Thiw will cause widespread famine and draughts, followed by sociaL Upheavels in unexpected places. Nations that are considered prosperous and powerful will be seriously weakened. They will be torn by civil strife and rioting, as people migrate to areas that have fresh water, that can support cropgrowing. The social chaos and weakening of governmental power, will help to bring the “Antichrist” to power. The United States in particular will be subjected to serious natural disasters and flooding.

The teacher was silent for a while and looked his students in the eyes. “Let's meditate on that.”

(Meditations on Nostradamus, june 2006)

In the meantime, Laura was waiting on a flooded airport in Guatamala City. When she finally got a friend on the telephone, he told her that her parents had been evacuated due to a huge forestfire. She shivered, thinking about Atlantis and decided to go to Europa in stead of going home. Indeed many things come to pass.

 

4

 

You wanna live like a mushroom?

All together, enough to eat.

Nice and warm.

But always kept in the dark?

 

Les Uns et les Autres.

Slaughterhouse 5.

Bombers fly,

flashlights in the sky.

You and me,

praying,

let this place be safed.

 

God listened.

But not far from us.

Cities were burning

and children cried.

Firefighters

crushed under balconies

while

on the streetcorners

young soldiers

were hanged.

 

“The atombomb dropped in the Middle East will spark off yet another war on top of the other ones; Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iran. The US and her European Allies will interfere to diminish the threat to their oil supplies. Europe draws the heat and a great deal of natural and human catastrophies will occur. People will kling to their religious prophesies. This will only hasten the development towards a Big Brother State or New World Order.”

The class held its breath. How precise would their teacher be. He was dressed like a monk, in black wearing a sevenpointed star at his left breast. He was, at least 7 feet tall and seemed to stare out of the window. He didn't speak, but his pupils saw a tear, meandering down his cheek.

(Meditations on Nastradamus, january 2006)

 

THOUGH HARDLY VISIBLE FOR THE HUMAN EYE,

RAMSES' MUMMIE MOVED. (CAIRO, spring 2008)

 

"During continuing unrest in the Middle East, one of their leaders dares to use an atomic bomb or blow up an atomic plant. Both are possible. This country has a coast to the Mediterranean. The waters will be poisoned and the fish will die. Because of starvation poor people will eat the fish anyway. Later on they play an important role. They are the first multi-etnic, multiracial group of outcasts. It takes years and millions of dead, before rescue-operations will be possible. Europe is closing its frontiers. There are some connections with the infamous Mayan-calendar. Remember, these are only the first signs of the End of Times. It will get worse. Let's meditate on that."

 

Meditation on Nostradamus by Jian, tcm, SiTU (june 2006)

 

"Do you mind that I am black?" Laura's plane had just taken off Guatemala Airport, when the seat next to her was taken by a well-dressed African, a college-professor or doctor of some kind. Laura smiled, which was the beginning of a conversation, which lasted until the plane landed in Amsterdam. She was right about one thing. Her travelcompanion once was a schoolteacher in the slumbs of Port-au-Prince, the Haitian capital, which had been totally destroyed by a recent earthquake. An African holiday showed him his destination as a voodoo-priest.He gained quite a reputation and he was now on his way to Germany, to support the Angolan soccerteam. Just before the landingprocedures started, Salomon, that's how he introduced himself, showed her some little dolls, representing the political leaders of the World Powers. "Do you want to torture one?", Salomon whispered. Laura didn't hesitate and pushed a needle through the head of the new English prime-minister. "That's a fascist." Salomon nodded, while he put the dolls back into his suitcase. "They all are."

 

Laura loved Amsterdam from the start. She absorbed all kinds of food, drugs and sextechniques. She realised that Australia was full of male chauvinist pigs. You got them here as well, but the The combination of water, history and culture made it perfect for her.residents she got to know, were quite relaxed. She even found a job in a coffeeshop at a quiet canal. Amsterdam was not that overoganised and monitored city, as the ones she visited or compared to Australia.