Monday, March 22, 2010

Once Upon A Prophecy

Once upon a time, there was a Mayan prophecy.  All that man knows to be "real" shall perish and only that which is rooted in Truth shall remain.  This prophecy foretold thee End of Times dawning upon Our Age...  apparently, on December 21st, 2012.  Late last night, after some minor hesitation, I watched the movie "2012" and now I cannot help wondering...... what. if.  
If much of mankind has accepted this idea, in universal subconscious mind, some of us will inevitably attract the catastrophe which we seek.  My revolutions around the sun have taught me: we reap what we sow.  Because of the countless seeds of destruction man has sown, the Grim Reaper shall inevitably have his bountiful harvest.  When it's your time to go... then it's yer time to go.  Come 2012~ there may be global pandemonium.  So if the world was going to hell in a handbasket... where would one even go?  And does it even matter where one physically is when this singular occasion occurs?  Ultimately...  after some deep thought and introspection- it's refreshing when a film does that-  I've realized... the only thing that matters is where I am in God consciousness.  Whom am I with? If it is the Face of God which I stare upon then, truly, I shall have nothing to fear.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

And So It Begins....

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace indeed.  Inhalation... exhalation... one without the other is death.  As of late, I've been incredibly fatigued and now the proverbial push has come to shove and I find myself here...  casting my royal musings of pure nothingness into the electronic ether of your mind.  The ball must start rolling from somewhere.  Whether or not I have anything of true worth to say shall remain a mystery even to me.  As with anything else, time will either promote me- or expose me for the sheer genius which I presume.   Regardless, now that I've opened up the vein it's time to just let it pour.  If I ever manage to touch upon something brilliant, then perhaps this senseless reverie will not have been in vain.