I had been dragging and dragging the time when i sit down and spit it all here, in a sort of systematic and organized manner or least an attempt of it.
Although over the past weeks i´ve written on my diary a list of topics i wish to blog about, at some point, sooner than later, I foundit unattainable to drive myself away from the year change subject.
Maybe cliché, in fact: A CLICHÈ... but perhaps also quite exciting...
Maybe cliché, in fact: A CLICHÈ... but perhaps also quite exciting...
At the end it is what it is: another blog entry.
The ELEVEN goes and the "controversial-apoalyptic and so spoken about" TWELVE arrives.
It does it humbly, unlike most people imagined it to be.
Sometimes i feel the earth is much more peaceful in the long run than us: human race.
Which takes me back to year 2000, when crowds gathered and drowned themselves in a frantic celebration "ready" for a world wide ending.
But as it did now, january arrived and GAIA is still spinning, life somehow continues surprisingly uneventful.
As in for now, i confess to find it impossible to stay completely and utterly unaffected/detached from it all. This year carries a huge luggage, which i feel it to be somehow engraved in our skin cells, it´s known by default that 2012 is just NOT like 1998 was. It´s an overweighted year. Too many expectations. Too many predictions. Prophecies, interpretations, theories have been exposed about the events that we shall face these months to come. It`s like a market place: a stall to fulfill everyone´s taste.
Come and have a pick! Come in! You will surely find the prediction that suits you and your family best! and if not, there is always Melancholia for you to watch.
Views from all over the place draw darkness and change to our present canvas. I will just list a few, a very very few of these so spoken events: (I hope you find some of them as amusing as i did).
Osiris` Resurrection, The Bee Death Theory (which has to do with Chaos Theory), the Galactic Superwave, The end of the Mayan Calendar (which apparently has no mentioned relationship with the END of humanity), Nostradamus (not sure if he was a visionary or a clever wacko), The super Volcano Yellowstone Theory, tha pole reversal theory and my farorite one (the stall i would buy from): Mother Shipton´s Theory.
Ursula Southeil (better know as Mother Shipton), who was born in Northern England (York- 1488) predicted many things being London´s great fire one of them.
She`s by far my favorite so i´ll dig into this one the most.
Reputed to be a hideously ugly lady who lived inside a cave, she was the only prophetess of her time, whose most claimed edition of Mother Shipton's prophecies contains several rhymed couplets in notably non-sixteenth-century language.
This one is hers:
The world to an end shall come
In eighteen hundred and eighty one.
Although she got it WRONG there, i love the way she uses rhyme to fantasize and embody her thoughts on the near and far future.
I've just published, right underneath this entry a great deal of Mother Shipton's poem which i think is stunning!
What a beautiful way to tell us what to come. I'm going to call it: Stylized catastrophe mixed in verse.
It is truly impressive the way she "foresees" the changes. However, that isn`t the reason why it is my favorite. I love it cause its originality: a woman born in the XV century, who wrote down in rhyme the events that would take place in the next 500 years according to some sort of visions they say she had. On top of that, she used a language which depicted a clarity not that common back in those days. Fascinating!At the end of the day, we just don`t know and should be happy to live not knowing certain things:
"When will the world end?" being one of them.
This is how i feel : It takes too much time now, studying what´s the real truth about later.
"Later" will come "later", and when it comes it will be "now" and then we`ll know it.
Enjoy the poem!
