2012 AD
December 21, 2012 AD
Mayan Doomsday | End Of The World
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Prospero dropped his chin and gazed at me from below the hard lids of his shining eyes. I knew he saw that I understood.
“I can help you, Jack. There is precedent for this. There have been others. I knew some of them. I’m your safety line. Throw in with me.”
“I Throw in with you, in what?”
“In all things, Jack. I can give you what you want.”
“And, what do I want?”
He watched me. “Everything. You want salvation. Everyone does. But you will not receive it. The beast inside will claim you first, Jack.”
“You just got done saying you could help me. What’s your god-damned angle.”
“Throw in with me. I’ll help you find the connection.”
“What connection?”
“The indefinable mystic connection with something—that which all human beings long for. What they want to ultimately connect with before they die. We all sense it; we all know it’s out there. It has different names. Call it Divinity; God; the gods; Infinity. But names never change what it is. Call it Eternity. The name doesn’t matter. You can find that connection, Jack. I know where it is. Throw in, and you’ll save yourself. And the universe.”
He sat back, “Do you see?”
“I don’t know what you expect me to see. No.”
“Fair enough, Jack. Then, I only expect you to look up at the sky.” He waved an arm overhead, face turned up to the stars. “For, the lesson doth begin. Do you see the blazing Milky Way galaxy? Do you see that vast black cloud that bisects it vertically, like the frontal cleft of a woman? That is the center of the galaxy. That’s its core, like the core of a woman. Stars are born from that core. Everything is born there.”
“And…?”
“And it’s like the spiral staircase you climbed. The one that rises through that great dark tree at Nick D’Agostino’s office. It was like climbing out of one life into another. You see, you did that. And there’s no way back now, Jack. You entered a portal of no return when you went up that iron stair. Now you have to keep moving, or…”
“Or what.”
“Or, you fall off.”
“Look. If you can help me, I’ll listen to your pitch. But, spare me the metaphors. I’m direct. I like direct.”
He shrugged. “All right.”
He drew a finger horizontally across the sky. “The sun travels across the sea of the galaxy in what is called the ecliptic: from here to here, a straight line through the 12 constellations that make up the zodiac.”
“The Zodiac?”
“Yes. See it, Jack? Right there, near the constellation of the Centaur—Sagittarius? Something astonishing will happen there on December 21st, 2012, the winter solstice. The horizontal solar plane of the ecliptic will traverse perfectly the vertical dark cloud of the galactic plane. By the ancient Mayan calendar it will be the longest night in the past 25,800 years.
“When the sun reappears out of that death, the sun will dawn on the Earth in a prophesied astronomical conjunction. The sun will align with the dark, vertical center of the galaxy. The birth canal of the Cosmic Mother. And the god will be reborn dragging clouds of glory upon the Earth.”
He stopped. He looked like he wanted a reaction. I said, “The 2012 Event. December 21. My birthday.”
“Yes, Jack. The ancient Mayans predicted the event in their religion.”
“How can that be?”
“It’s just math. And untold millennia of observing the night sky. They had the mathematics to do that, before even Rome was founded. Now, look up there—do you see the vast vertical, dark cloud, the one that rises up through the center? That’s the place. It’s the Road To Xibalba-be, the Mayan Underworld. Black Road, 2012. It will happen right there in the swollen darkness, the miracle. The god will come through there. It’s the portal from non-being, into being; from death, into birth, and life.”
He stepped toward me and gestured at the stars. He said, “For the Maya, this grand conjunction is both a rebirth and the End Of Time, Jack.”
He paused. He sighted down the rails of his eyes at me. “The Maya were completely accurate about the date and time of the conjunction.
"Further, that the conjunction would also mark the exact day when the Earth’s angle of orientation to its vertical axis will reset. They predicted that this Age we live in now will end. It has taken 25,800 years to end. It happens that way every 25,800 years.
“The Maya figured out this recipe from observations over tens of thousands of years, Jack. It’s your recipe. Happy birthday.”
I suddenly needed to know as much as possible from him, hear all of what he was pitching. I felt like I was drowning. I needed a lifeline. If he had anything, I wanted it—I’d decide later how much I believed. I said, “All right. My date of birth is December 21. It’s also a Commemoration of St Thomas the apostle, but that doesn’t make me a saint. So, what does any of this have to do with me? I want the truth from you—you brought me here, but I don’t have to stay. I don’t understand. Tell me. And, maybe I will throw in.”
“All right.” He closed his eyes briefly, opened them and said, “Let me tell you what all the mumbo-jumbo means to you, Jack. To clarify: on that day of the conjunction, the longest, darkest night of the year, the sun dies and is resurrected.
“The sun was the Mayan god First Father, husband of the galactic goddess First Mother. She is the great swollen darkness in the galactic vertical center that I told you about. First Father is prophesied to die and be resurrected out of death by his own mate First Mother, from out of her womb.”
He picked up a stick and poked the fire, sparks fluttered up in a swarm and flew away. He stood. He took a step toward me, his face like an eagle’s.
He said, “Now begineth the curious part of this lesson, Jack Vane: it is about the birth of divine twins from First Father and First Mother. Quite mythic. Nearly universal: Romulus and Remus, Castor and Polux, Lav and Kusha, the Navajo Monster Slayer and his brother Child of Water. All of them twins, Jack. Divine warrior twins born of a god and a goddess.”
His brow tightened. He said, “The Mayans believed that the Warrior Twins were born to scourge Evil from the Earth. The prime reason for this was to enable the twins’ own deceased father the Sun to be reborn from out of their mother, his wife. He would also usher in a New Order Of World Ages.
“First Mother was also called Blood Moon. She was the daughter of Cuchumaquic, a god-lord of the Underworld. Blood Moon was mother to the Maya Hero Twins.”
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