Billy Mays is dead now, on top of poor Farah and Jacko last week. Not that I really know who Billy Mays was (did he do those OxyClean commercials?) (Yeah, he did, I looked it up.) Drunvalo Melchizedek, who wrote the Flower of Life books I'm currently poring over, has added his voice and mystical insights to the chorus of voices who claim that we are near “the end of time.” I’d say either that, or we’re near the end of the time of mysticism, apocalypticism, maybe religious fanaticism and cultishness in general: if the Mayan cosmogenesis and predictions of a major change or end of things in December 2012 turns out to be another Y2K, I think even people who are now fanatical believers in that sort of thing will finally become skeptics and “get real” and maybe we can move on with actually healing and fixing the planet and ourselves by our own means, rather than hoping for divine intervention to take care of it all for us.
Or maybe I'm wrong and we are close to the end of all things as we know them, in which case....I feel fine? At least we'll all be in it together.
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