The Cygnus Rift...‏

Recognize the name? It must be the middle of the Universe because The Cygnus Rift is the background for the Sun on 21DEC2012 at sunrise.The day the sun is supposed to cross the middle of the Universe. The day the Mayan calendar ends. Judgment Day. The day the poles are supposed to reverse.
...Or maybe the Sun goes cold in the Cygnus Rift; from what I understand, a dark spot in the Galaxy.
Nostradamus predicted dire consequences on the date, in the MURKY, not quite certain way that Nostradamus predicted everything. In this case he shows the Tree of Life being clubbed.
Watching the History Channel address the matter last night, I learned that the Pyramids line up to point to the same spot in the sky where the Sun rises on 211212. Now that is something to think about. The Pyramids were out of this world? We still can't explain how they moved some of those rocks. So what knowledge were they exhibiting when they lined up those pyramids to point at Sunrise 21 Dec 2012 ?
The date on the cycle was important to them, but why?
It's Armageddon week on the History channel this week so it'll probably be a lot of doom and gloom. Tonight is 'The Seven Signs of the Apocalypse'. Good Shit!
When I think about it...what IF the world knew of some calamity that would end Life, or The day GOD would arrive (or Aliens) three years before it happened. That's what I'm talking about; Countdown. Now that would be some drama!
Anyway, this Cygnus Rift is serious shit in some people's minds, but (the way I see it) we've passed this spot before about 26,920 years ago. So far I haven't found anything significant about 24,000 BC. At least not as Earth shaking as a visit from God.
A visit from an Asteroid is much more statistically probable. As a matter of fact, odds are, some uncharted boulder with no intent, or malice, will bring the whole show to an end. I can hardly believe it will be planned. More like 'a chip off the old block' and junior's planet is decimated. I'd bet that is not the scenario the Mayans foresaw.
After watching the second night of 'Armageddon Week' on the History Channel; 'The Seven Signs of the Apocalypse' was last night's show, I realize that people whom like to worry, have a lot to be concerned with. There are Plague, Pandemics, Asteroids, God's wrath, and the Sun crossing the mid point of the galaxy.
That's not seven. There's more. Why go on? If you're religious, YOU know GOD controls everything. If you're not religious, YOU realize it's out of control. Ask the Dinosaurs.
You know what I think? I think people really want the place to end during their own lifetime, so they don't miss anything, that's why they spend so much effort trying to see and even induce the END.
Fear runs the world. Don't be afraid of what you can ignore.
Where the hell did this go? I'm supposed to be contemplating Timelessness and the Cycles of the Universe in relation to Man and Eternal life. Here's one conclusion... the individual life cycle on this planet is so brief in relation to the cycles of the Universe, it is hard to believe our very existence could be significant without feeling like I'm flattering mankind.

The Seperation of Church and State

Watching the presidential candidates suck up to these 'religious leaders' in their quest to win votes is all the reason one needs to affirm our founding fathers belief that the church (all churches) should be kept out of the business of running the country. You are the educated ones now; is the story of Armageddon anything more than self fulfilling prophecy between the competing religions? And if so, then won't we be better off to let the fools kill each other off for their competing Gods? And if one of them (Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist), any one of them, die and return from Heaven we can be jealous. Otherwise, put this life above all else because it is all we have. My advice; no man is closer to God than another. I have never seen an angel, miracle, anybody rise from the dead. I have never seen a ghost. Things have happened in my Life I could not explain too. My point? Life is what it is. First hand perception... it's all you get. Love it . Cherish it. Make yours, yours. In the final analysis, seize the day. We can hope for more as we get older. We can fear death. We can believe in the after-life, but why does it always take money to support the faith? Like beggars with their hands out... selling something for your fears, or conscience, or pain. The opiate of the masses.
McCain and Obama should do their next debate up here in southern Oregon where we recognize what's real and base decisions in this world accordingly.
McCain is more dangerous than ever as far as I'm concerned. Voting for McCain is like supporting the Ayatollah. Archaic thinking for the future. Soon we'll be as far behind as the Iranians... and look what living in the past and strong religious beliefs has done for the land of the grudge. McCain and the Evangelists are the first step toward being a Taliban! How about McCain and the Mormon? Everybody Google 'The Bible Vs The Book of Mormon' and see what Mormon scholars are saying about the book of Romney. Gotta Go, Remember 'Separation of Church and State'. God can hang out for us each individually if desired.

The Result of Being Lazy

That's what these literary outburst of ignorance are; the result of my being too lazy to work around the property laboriously, and maybe also no money for materials. That means no money to eat out, drink in bars, ride my motorcycle, cruise aimlessly around being bored or travel… none of the good shit. So I write to occupy my time. But even that isn't easy.
Another result of being lazy is I lack the vocabulary it takes to fully express my deep, complicated, often emotional perspectives on the world around me. As I said before (I Can Write Too 12Nov07), although my vocabulary is not in the league of a senior classman at Berkeley. It dooooonnn't matter, I should practice ‘PLEASE’ and ‘THANK YOU’ more (and place less emphasis on ‘aahhhh fuuuuuuuck it’ and ‘it don't matter’).
But it does matter. You could put my vocabulary inside my sons two or three times now. They taught themselves everything they know, academically speaking, over the last twenty years while I was lazy. Now, grown, intellectual, educated, possessing reflections on the world capable to those with great minds, I can only hope to understand them and converse on their level.

What is the African Proverb?
When the sun rises in Africa the fastest lion knows that he has to be faster than the slowest gazelle otherwise he ain’t going to eat.
When the sun rises in Africa the slowest gazelle knows that he has to be faster than the fastest Lion otherwise he ain’t going to live.
In other words, it doesn't matter, Lion or Gazelle, when that sun comes up, your ass better be running.

In the human world though, with enough food and without the fear of being eaten, one's conscious becomes the a slow old lion. And that sun still comes up every day and, academically and intellectually, I've been lazy for twenty years. I don’t rest easy to my sons eating me alive, now. But its the consequence of being lazy.
Another result of being lazy is not being well read enough to expertly and authoritatively expound on my ideas. Like this morning I was drinking coffee and thinking about St. Peter at the Golden Gate, then I realized is all I could remember is he stands guard at the Golden Gate (not in the Bay Area (don't be silly)).
So... I googled ‘St. Peter at the Golden Gate’, and sure enough there it was; every website mentioned guarding the Golden Gate. And that's the part that got me to thinking...
It would seem to me that if there wasn't any way to sneak into Heaven, they wouldn't need a guard. Therefore, since there is a guard, you must be able to sneak into heaven. And that opens up all kinds of avenues of thought.
Remember the saying, ‘May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead’? Well, maybe the Irishman that made it up knew something we don't. Like there's a little lag time between this world and that gate where a guy could get ‘lost’. Or, maybe if you can beat your files there, you can slip past ol' St Peter before he finds out you don't have a clean slate.
It sounds good to me, but logistically there is still that initial problem of how to get to the Gate. It reminds me of a few years back when those people rented that house on the Oceanside so they could have a party with Wine and Sleeping pills, then they suffocated themselves in order to catch Haley's comet and go to Heaven. I could never figure out why, if they could jump to Haley’s comet, couldn't they leap all the way to Heaven? Why screw around with a layover? If I want to beat the Devil by a half hour, I better leap direct!
Anyway, all of this bullshit is a result of being lazy. Not forcing myself to do anything other then look out the window and wave to the people stopping to look. When I'm not waving, the keyboard is right in front of my hands and so I write.
I should appreciate the last of this time in the shack. If the number of cars slow rolling by, and those that stop to take flyers from the container are any indicator, I will be moving soon. Even writing it saddens me. I could be lazy here forever, if only it wasn't Hell Explained.
Work, work, work; makes you feel good, good, good (Grandpa Bud).

The End of Days

Sons and People,

Aren't these exciting times we live in? We might possibly get to be around for The End of Days. Not that I'm wishing the world to an early end, but as I've said before (The Problem of Mortality 09MAY08), I don't like the idea of things going on without me. I can't stand the idea of missing anything: if it all ends at once, it'll be easier to determine the point to start backtracking and catch the whole show inversely.

It's all there, these end of time predictions, encoded in the old testament of the bible. Using computer technology they've discovered a matrix that predicted this, and a matrix that predicted that. I don't know why they can't figure these predictions out before they happen. Did you know that within hours after 9/11 they discovered a matrix in the bible that predicted the whole thing?

Of course, some skeptics have run the same computer analysis on the Hebrew edition of Moby Dick and discovered the same matrices. It's the great debate: almighty God or conscious algae from a warm pond? In the end it seems to be the same; dust to dust.

This whole Biblical Code changes things though. Mankind/life would have a purpose. A purpose to the puzzle. To crack the code.

Have you guessed that I'm watching an episode of The History Channel on "The Bible Code - Apocalypse and Beyond"?

It's the 'beyond' part that concerns me. I hope God likes me enough to rapture my ass out of here on the first ship. I was talking to the boys in the city in the valley where the two rivers meet and according to them if you don't get the first ship out, you've missed the boat. I thought if you missed the first chance, you could still make the second string, IF you make the cut. According to them Rapture is the cut.

All the more reason to decipher that 'biblical code' and be at the station on time. This shit is important, you know? As mankind races to The End of Days, I'm thinking I might actually need to read the Bible, and Moby Dick again. Maybe I can come up with a matrix that ties both stories together and become the bridge between the Almighty and the skeptics.

High Aspirations.

And lets face it, these guys coming up with the matrices, they're way out of my league. They've got Doctorates in mathematics, history, theology, etc. A lot of them have that little round skull cap, too. The hat of 'the Chosen'. Hell, is all I've got is a fitted Kings hat from which I removed the bill. But it says, 'KINGS' on it. And as the descendant of a bastard son of King Richard the Lion Heart, it's all good!

Hey, I ain't worried about being blasphemous, this is a popularity contest, and the only way to heaven is if the BIG girl likes you. 'Hell Explained', explains it. And 'make her laugh' is always a top priority for womanizing young men! I don't care what people think. If she likes me, who is going to override her decision because I didn't make Sunday School. And if she doesn't like you... well, changing images is a lot harder then creating them.

Now, is all I've got to do is crack that code and confidently hang around and wait, I hope.

Anyway, should any of the facts, ideas, or research done on this paper be in error, blame the damn History Channel for putting it on the air and making me think about it. Oh, and correct me if I'm wrong. Otherwise, I would have written about the weather or something.

Raining today in southern Oregon. Good for the Jungle.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend