Around the world men's thoughts will fly quick as the twinkling of an eye. And water shall great wonders do how strange. And yet it shall come true. Through towering hills proud men shall ride no horse or ass move by his side. Beneath the water, men shall walk shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk. And in the air men shall be seen in white and black even green.
Mother Shipton (1488-1561)
And before the race is built anew a silver serpent comes to view and spew out men of like unknown to mingle with the earth now grown cold from its heat and these men can enlighten the minds of future man. To intermingle and show them how to live and love and thus endow the children with the second sight. A natural thing so that they might grow graceful, humble and when they do the golden age will start anew.
Mother Shipton
But the land that rises from the sea will be dry and clean and soft and free of mankind's dirt and therefore be the source of man's new dynasty.
Mother Shipton
And in some far off distant land some men--oh such a tiny band will have to leave their solid mount and span the earth, those few to count, who survives this (unreadable) and then begin the human race again.
Mother Shipton
CHAPTER 7
During my life, I've noticed people who boisterously denounce prediction, prophecy and intuition as airy-fairy nonsense; and some of them equate this intangible "nonsense" with the dishonesty of Gypsy fortune telling, letting it be known they give it absolutely no credibility at all. This overly loud denouncement reminds me of lessons I learned while serving time in a Federal Penitentiary. You see, my nonconformity started much earlier in my life and I spent a significant part of my youth as a career criminal. I turned to robbing banks as a way to finance my existence outside of society's rational reality.
In prison, the rapists, diddlers and wife-beaters have a lot to hide from the general population. Once found out, these people become acceptable targets (punching bags) for what we call "solid guys" to vent their frustrations. Through several revealing experiences, I learned that those who cry foul the loudest by proclaiming their disgust with these behaviours were usually covering their tracks. After awhile I was able to recognize some of these "pieces of poop" before their dirty secrets were revealed.
I also remember an incident where one of the guys who altered his sexual orientation during his incarceration made some derogatory statements concerning "fags." He was overheard by the Queen of the cage who reached all the way back to Shakespeare's time for a relevant quote, "Me thinks thou doth protest too much." The lesson is clear and centuries old: when something is denounced loudly there may be a reason for it.
I think that similarly adopted safeguards make it hard for many of us to give credence to prophecy, prediction and premonition. Most of us have experienced a time in our lives when we have unwittingly repeated someone else's falsehood, trusting a person who told us a story and then repeating the story as though it were truth. In my own experiences, finding out I was wrong after believing I was right caused me to feel kind of foolish and even stupid because of my gullibility.
Quite often these kind of experiences happened during very impressionable times in our lives. I became jaded by my experiences. I remember my feeling of humiliation; it warns me not to trust too quickly. I feel guarded against ever appearing gullible again. Speaking as a mere mortal, I am awed by soothsayers whose former predictions have come true. Only when a documented prediction becomes a fact can I allow myself to be publicly fascinated by someone's prediction that has indeed come true.
Up until now I have shared my thoughts regarding these intangible things only when I've felt safe among my friends. And yet even then, I find myself perched safely on the fence when questioned as to whether I've committed any belief to as-yet-unfulfilled predictions of even the most tried and true psychic. Clearly the development of my beliefs is forcing me to relinquish my security blanket of noncommitment. I cannot afford to allow wounded pride to cause me to adopt a wait-and-see attitude. I feel compelled to find clues to when the pole shift might occur wherever these clues may be.
For most of us, predicting the future is not a skill we are able to trust in ourselves or in others. As well as trying to glimpse our future by studying our past, I have also spent time researching biblical prophecy and psychic prediction. By weighing the track records of prophets and psychics, I will accord an appropriate percentage of credibility. The more accurate a psychic's track record, the more faith I will give to the rest of their predictions. Personally, I am able to give this intangible subject some credibility because of an experience in my life.
It began on December 8, 1985. I was invited for supper and a stayover at my best friend's apartment. It wasn't unusual for he and his wife to have me stay overnight. It wasn't unusual for Mike to cook. But the unusual happened as I was sitting in the dining room watching him cook.
I became filled with a feeling this meal was a gift from Mike--a farewell gathering, a last breaking of bread together. The awareness was purely spiritual. It wasn't a sad feeling; it is better described as loving and very peaceful. A simple understanding that the moment was significant. The only uncomfortable aspect of having this feeling was the intellectual realization I was experiencing it at all.
With hindsight, I can clarify the feeling by saying it was like Mike had something else to do. He was being called to go elsewhere and take care of something. The feeling was not one of permanent loss, but rather of temporary separation. Like I said, it was a spiritual understanding. Intellectually, and in the material world, such a separation is truly permanent, painful and beyond the ability of understanding.
Unfortunately, on that night I did not have the advantage of hindsight and I denied the validity of the feeling. I am indebted to that feeling for etching the pleasant memories of that evening so clearly in my mind. Mike demonstrated his culinary expertise by nailing our fried chicken. It was a beautiful meal and a wonderfully spiritual communion of three souls.
The next morning, Mike's wife left for work as usual. Mike and I, being less responsible and unemployed, our day usually started much later. However, for us this morning started a little earlier than usual. I had to go to court and face a driving-without-a-licence charge. Mike was off to a friend's house to begin the day's adventure. We were to meet later back at my place or, more accurately, at the upstairs apartment of the house in which I lived. Our friend's wife was going to have a birthday party. This provided us with an alluring change from getting drunk and stoned during our repetitive nightly bar crawl.
Although the separation between Mike and I was supposed to be only a few hours, I got that weird feeling again while we rode the elevator down from his apartment. I didn't have a licence and I was going to court for driving without a licence, yet I was getting off at the ground floor because my car was parked in the visitors' parking. Mike would continue in the elevator to the underground parking and to his car. I felt reluctant to part. I should have hugged him like I wanted to, but I only shook his hand.
The feeling was persistent as I started my car. I waited at the mouth of the underground to wave good-bye. I remember thinking how inappropriate that behaviour was, given the short time we were expected to be apart. I loved that guy; he was my most cherished friend. Our lives were separate; periodically we'd part ways, but time always reunited our paths. I've heard it said that friendships can sometimes stunt each other’s growth; that parting ways is a way to allow each other to grow. We'd been developing human beings and good friends for about fifteen years at this point.
After court, I felt panicky and filled with doom. I kept trying to deny it by intellectualizing the preposterousness of my having a premonition that stood a chance of coming true. But it was in me, and separate from my intellect. I could not quell what I was feeling. I raced to a phone to give Mike the news of my court case on his voice pager. My feeling of urgency was not about the outcome of my court case; it was a need to communicate with Mike in the only way I knew at the time.
Later, at my home, I was called to the phone. It was the friend Mike had gone to visit earlier in the morning. "Mike was involved in an accident and has suffered a broken leg," he said. "The ambulance took him to the Queensway-Carleton Hospital." I felt relieved; obviously my inexperience with having premonitions had caused me to interpret its forecast too strongly. My intellect gloated, thinking 'see I told you so.'
I was elated those feelings were wrong and wanted desperately to go and see Mike. Imagining our meeting, I could see us laughing as I shared my amateur psychic experience with him. This would not be Mike's first experience with a cast: one summer we spent a lot of time at the beach with Mike's leg in a cast. Near the end of the summer when the cast was removed, the withered white leg next to the healthy tanned leg looked as if it had been cut off someone else's body and sewn onto Mike's body. One of our friends's nicknamed him "Frankenstein leg", which stuck with him for the rest of the year.
I asked my girlfriend to get ready and hop in the car. During the drive I was filled with relief until I shut off the ignition in the parking lot of the Queensway-Carleton Hospital. Suddenly the premonition was back like Elliot Ness's "gangbusters": I felt weird and the space within the car seemed surreal. I had to go on record; I needed a witness for what I felt so strongly. I thought I already knew the fate of my friend but something was telling me differently. I turned to my girlfriend and said, "Mike's dead."
In the hospital there began an agonizing wait for news. In the emergency waiting room I saw Mike's wife, his dad, one of his brothers and several of our friends. Tempers would flare with the hospital staff sitting behind their desk who were imitating the three monkeys hearing, seeing and speaking no evil. There were moments of hope followed by doubt. Up and down went our emotions for a duration that felt excruciatingly long.
All but the tiniest bit of hope vanished with the appearance of a padre who took Mike's immediate family into a separate room. That's the day I learned a hospital must wait an hour before announcing a person's death. Mike had died at the scene of the accident.This experience, with its foreboding of the day before and the clarity of the moment in the parking lot, leads me to believe there are forces at work within our world I simply do not understand, things completely contrary to everything I've so earnestly been taught to believe.
From this experience, it is clear to me that a part of me knew something was going to happen. It is also clear another part of me is totally inept at listening to and interpreting a message from that other part of me. My theory shocks and feelings about a pole shift fall into this realm. On a feeling level, or, as I call it, a spiritual level, I sense there is substance to my beliefs. Intellectually I recognize the possibility, but I have many doubts.
I chose to think Mike only broke his leg because that's what I was told had happened, but what I chose to believe turned out to be wrong. I had no control over what I felt, yet what I felt turned out to be valid. Thus, I have surrendered to the idea that not everything is within our understanding. With this new disposition, I cannot deny the possibility there are people who are more capable or more gifted than I at tuning into this mysterious part of our being.
I cannot deny there are people who dream of the future. I cannot deny Edgar Cayce went into a trance and retrieved medical knowledge from a past life. I cannot deny Nostradamus saw visions of the future in a blackened mirror. I cannot deny "Mother Mary" is making appearances around the world and announcing there is about to be a bleak period in humanity's near future. I cannot deny the Native North American's forecast of the destruction of our present reality. I cannot deny the many predictions of the many soothsayers. My own experience tells me there is an ability within us to glimpse the future.
This should not be construed as my saying I have become gullible. Intellectually, it is possible to use common sense and not believe everything told to me. This is important because I've also experienced times when I've felt something bad was going to happen, yet nothing out of the ordinary happened at all. And sometimes I get strong feelings of deja vu that seem to have substance, but the significance of the moment, if there is any, always remains a mystery. But like the feelings surrounding Mike's death, I've experienced other premonitions, less tragic events that did have substance.
Who has seen the future of mankind? Is it one of the children of Fatima? Three of the children present at Mary's visitation predicted the imminent death of two of their group, which came true. The remaining child went on to become a nun and has shared three prophecies, two of which have come true. The Sister has one ominous prediction that she has shared only with the Pope. Is it about a cataclysm?
Is it the girl from Garabandle, who also saw, with the aid of Mary, bleak days ahead where everyone in the world will be affected and all will recognize it as a warning from the Almighty? Within twelve months of the warning will come an even greater event. She was told to announce the warning eight days ahead of its onslaught? Hearing about the goings-on in Garabandle gave me goosebumps on the back of my neck and made the hairs stand up. When she announces the eight-day warning, I will most certainly be listening.
Is it Edgar Cayce, the world-renowned healer and futurist? Edgar has a track record that fills a library. Some fourteen thousand of his readings were recorded by his stenographer. Edgar even predicted an axis tilt scheduled for the year 2000 to 2001. Given this is the same time period for the grand alignment and his track record's uncanny rate of accuracy, I give his words a huge amount of weight.
Is it Nostradamus, whose record is impeccable and beyond reproach except to the most steadfast of sceptics? How close does one have to be when predicting events several hundred years into the future? He talked about the great world wars. He described the rise and fall of both Napoleon and Hitler. He also talks about a third 'maniac' and predicts a world cataclysm. I've heard enough about this guy to allow my self to lean toward trusting that his predictions are sound even though I found reading his quatrains to be quite a chore. Indeed I couldn't make heads or tails of his ramblings; I've relied on the interpretations of those who've spent a lifetime analysing Nostradamus.
Is it the Mayans, whose doomsday clock runs out on December 21, 2012? After all, the Mayans did possess some kind of advanced knowledge. The last day of the Mayan calendar is the winter solstice, 2012. They say we will be entering the fifth cycle on that date. This fits neatly into my interpretation that world cataclysm is a recurring natural phenomenon. We must be wary of these predictions because members of "The International Monolithic Building Society" might be aware of things we are not.
In searching out credible prophecies, I have learned there are a great many seers from around the world from different times in history reaching back hundreds of years. Their messages for the future are very similar. What gives these seers credibility is that some of their predictions have already come true. Many of these have predicted a prelude of mini-disasters leading up to a major cataclysm. Thankfully, most of them also predict that after a cataclysm, survivors will enjoy a good life again.
I think we are experiencing in real time what might be the commonly predicted planetary unrest. In my lifetime I've noticed an increase in frequency and magnitude of earthquakes, floods and freakish weather. From my youth I seem to remember a newsworthy earthquake only had to register 3.2 on the Richter scale. Today sevens and eights rumble around the world shaking cities into rubble. There have always been floods, yet I can't be the only one who's noticing floods seem more prevalent. Perhaps television shrunk the world and created this heightened awareness, but I doubt it because television shrank the happenings in North America since before I was born and I see the changes here as well.
My experience with feelings of foreboding surrounding my best friend's death causes me to believe humans can glimpse the future. My theory shocks and feelings regarding a pole shift could possibly be another experience for me; I won't know for sure until a cataclysm has indeed occurred. If I wait to act, it will be too late. If I pour all of my energy into acting and it doesn’t happen, I will have done a bad job of being a responsible father and husband. (JAN 99 - Oops! It seems I've already done a bad job of being a husband. My wife has informed me I will soon be an ex-husband. At some point she has fallen out of love with me. Apparently she and her lawyer had quite a chuckle about me wanting to build an ark. I think their strategy for building a case against me will be on the grounds of insanity. This reminds me of a jailhouse saying, "Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean that someone isn't after you.")
Given my experiences surrounding Mike's death, I am much more leery of my feelings these days. I simply believe in being safe rather than sorry, but I also believe it's unwise to put all my eggs in one basket, which is also being safe rather than sorry. There is a story about a time when the sages were running around and telling people the end of the world was upon them. That year farmers didn't plant their crops. They believed in the sages and thought it best not to waste their last days planting and tending a crop that wouldn't be harvested. Well, the world didn't end and people went about very hungry that year.
The wisest way for us all to proceed will be to prepare for the future in three ways: one, to continue to create a safe and secure environment for our families in case nothing happens; two, to prepare a method of surviving a potential pole shift; and three to nurture our souls to prepare for our inevitable death either way. "Better safe than sorry" on all accounts.
My study of prophecy began with the book of Daniel. In the volume I read there were footnotes that match an actual event for each of Daniel's prophecies. As I read, I became very excited! It seemed everything Daniel said was going to happen did indeed happen. The accompanying footnotes gave me the impression Daniel batted a thousand with his predictions, thus giving Daniel credibility and increasing my faith regarding his unfulfilled prophecy for the End Times.
Apparently Daniel's yet-to-be-fulfilled prophecy came to him in a dream. In this dream he was chatting with a very influential being, probably an angel, who told him about the events leading up to the moment time would run out. Daniel was told the warning would not be fully understood until a time when travel and education would be greatly increased.
Of course, when I read such warnings, my perspective is from the vantage point of believing in pole shifting. I will view any prediction regarding massive changes as probably referring to a pole shift. There are possibilities Daniel's prediction was psychic in nature, divinely inspired, or that it was just a bad dream.
Daniel's prophecy talks about a time when evil will run free rein followed by the end times. I speculate that within the world's doctrines there are messages of wisdom from ancestors who may have been more advanced than history records. I think it is significant that doctrines provide us with warnings of an up and coming big event. I don't think we have to get all that involved with the literal interpretations or misinterpretations. I think the message is best kept simple: "we are being warned." Perhaps by using a little twentieth-century common sense we might be able to figure it out before it happens. After all it is Daniel who said we could figure it out when "learning and travel has been increased".
"Learning has increased and travel has increased." Just possibly we have reached the time when understanding of his end-time prophecy can be achieved. Understanding that cataclysm is part of earth's ongoing development makes it easy to understand there will be abrupt changes to steady progression. A cataclysmic break in our species’ progression would clearly be called "the end time."
As I said, when I first read the book of Daniel, I was quite excited. Here was a guy who predicted an end time and had a track record that would make a gambler drool. After a couple of days of considering Daniel's track record and whether his prediction for the end times was proof something cataclysmic lay ahead in our future, I went to the National Library of Canada to do more research.
During that research is when I learned the books of the Bible were commonly penned long after the death of a prophet and then inserted. Daniel prophesied an end time all right, but his track record was created by scribes after the fact. In other words, the scribes wrote about historical events that happened after Daniel's death. They also wrote Daniel had predicted these events when indeed he had not!
Daniel's credibility was built on these pseudo-prophecies. The excitement I felt demonstrates to me how effective this method is for giving a prophet credibility; it is a powerful tool if it remains unchallenged. Quite suddenly I felt taken! I felt gullible again! My first impulse was to discard the Bible as fiction; but after a moment of feeling betrayed I realized I've never considered that the book should be taken completely literally. In my opinion, it is simply a human attempt to understand the non-understandable, one of many, and perhaps a biased facsimile of historical events littered with propaganda for being a good Christian.
One can't blame religions for perpetuating themselves; faith can be stronger than reason. I'm certain the scribes believed they were doing the right thing. If Daniel didn't have a track record, I doubt his prophecy for the future would have lasted in the book. I have to acknowledge the wisdom of the authors of these pseudo-prophecies who ensured Daniel would be heard when the time was possibly right. Daniel's prophecy is one of many predictions still being passed from father to son some two thousand years later.
These writers sought to preserve Judgement Day prophecies that, by their own admission, say the fulfilment of these prophecies is a long way off in the future. Even these writers will use a white lie when the good outweighs the bad. I interpret this lesson as reason to read between the lines in the written words of religious doctrines.
Blind faith has allowed these texts to pass from generation to generation; I think common sense and the right perspective can help unlock hidden messages. I've listened to several renditions by scholars who are quite talented at analyzing the symbolism with which the end times are described. They are able to match current events very convincingly with the dragons and seven-headed creatures described in their Scriptures.
I enjoy listening to Jack Van Impe and his wife as they cross-reference present events with prophecies. His interpretations are very good; listening to him causes me to think we are in the midst of the end times.
And yet, when I hear them talking about the end times being imminent, I find their smiling faces in regard to meeting their maker quite naive. They believe that eventually Heaven is going to ground itself on our planet; and because they worship God, they will be all right. All other religious people around the world who worship God in different ways seem doomed.
Because I consider that these "end-time prophecies" might be misinterpreted ancient warnings, which foretold the recurring natural disaster of a pole shift, I think trying to survive whatever is coming is a better use of my time than standing around with my hands in my pockets, smiling about my imminent encounter with death. There will be plenty of time later for the inevitable. I don't believe the more supreme spiritual realm will ground itself to earth for a thousand years as it is written. I think the spiritual realm is of a dimension that has no use for our environment. I think that the reference is more or less to the peaceful times that survivors will experience after the cataclysm.
After my visit to the National Library, I gave up trying to make heads or tales of the seven-headed creatures, et cetera in the Holy Book. Instead I simply listened to the interpretations of others, then chose what I deem relevant for myself and apply my own interpretation. For instance, on the Web I found a site at www.truinsight.com/polar. This guy has done his homework. He has found references in the Scriptures describing, beyond question, pole shifts. I'll give you one he quotes from the book of Enoch: "In those days, Noah saw that earth became inclined, and that destruction approached."
The earth "inclined" sure sounds like the beginning of a pole shift to me; and for Noah it was probably a very good time to scurry up the gangplank and slam the door shut behind him. Now you're going to have to forgive me. I've quoted the guy, but I haven't confirmed whether the story is in the Bible. As a matter of fact, I did look, but I couldn't find the book of Enoch in the little Bible that I use for a reference. But it was so relevant I wanted to use it as an example of the rest of the quotes on the site. So if you're interested in reading more of them, check out the guy's web site. 'Part one' is about fifteen pages long and there are a lot of references. If you don't have the Web at home, most libraries have it and the librarians are helpful in getting you started (you have nothing to fear but fear itself; like I tell my children fear is our friend--it warns us to be careful-careful to proceed but with caution).
There is no way I can do justice to all of the compelling circumstantial evidence there is out there when viewed with a belief that pole shifts do occur. I do not profess to have the ability to convince any of you; I can only tell you my story and how I came to believe what I believe. Hopefully by adopting a "better-safe-than-sorry" philosophy, you will do your own investigation and filter what you find yourself.
Unlike the prophecies written in doctrines, many of the psychics say that the outcome of their prophecies is not "written in stone" and that their predicted cataclysms need not happen if we change our ways. I think they are tied to an avenue of New Age spirituality that believes we are in control of our fate. They think that by developing the right spiritual vibration and taking care of our planet, we are supposed to be able to avoid our present collision course with a cataclysm. To them I say, "Keep shakin'! I'll be building my boat!" I don't mean any disrespect. I just can't go there. These people are some of those who have wandered into worshipping in the Unknown-Unknown. I applaud that, but these claims sound Known-Known to me. I'm thinking they may have wandered too far. It's natural for the pendulum of change to swing equally opposite before settling. When like-minded people get together they will chat each other up; unchecked they will form some pretty wild conclusions and make some pretty bold statements.
My beliefs don't allow for this diversion from the natural course of our planet's development. I believe the poles have shifted. I believe the poles will shift again. I believe the shifting of the poles was and will be cataclysmic. I believe technology has been lost before, and that our present technology also will be lost. I believe those who survive will enter a wonderfully peaceful period to be a human being on this planet. What remains unsure for me is when this will happen. Is it 5/5/2000, 2003-2006, 21/12/2012 or thirty thousand years from now?
My attempt to discover when our current understanding of reality and a pole shift were expected to meet was futile. However, I do take comfort in knowing there are others who believe something is going to happen--so many others who have strikingly similar premonitions regarding the fate of this planet. I cannot sound the alarm by stating this theory is a fact or remove all doubt from anyone's mind, not even my own.
Sometimes I think I've let this linger for too long and there is no way I can build an ark in time. But then, along comes another coincidence to give me another piece of the puzzle; or serendipity seems to provide a significant moment. The intangible validation lures me to continue. I think synchronicity would stop coming my way if I had blown my part in this; so I'm going to keep plugging away. "Plugging away" is probably not a good choice of words because I do feel a sense of urgency inside me; it feels like it's telling me "the time is near."
The best unadulterated book on prophecy that I found was just released. I say unadulterated because it gives the prophecies without having to wade through a bunch of opinions about what they mean. Its called The Future Has Arrived Prophecies 2000, by Matthew Bunson. In it I actually found a prophecy from a witch named Mother Shipton (she lived in England from 1488-1561) that sounds an awful lot like what I'm trying to accomplish:
And in some far off distant land
Some men--oh such a tiny band
Will have to leave their solid mount
And span the earth, those few to count,
Who survives this (unreadable) and then
Begin the human race again.
"Mother Shipton"
You know, I was very excited when I read this; I can use all the validation I can get. Half of the time I walk around wondering if I'm crazy. In keeping with her rhyming scheme I thought the missing word/words were 'torrid rain' but on second thought I think it's refrain. Refrain would be pertinent if someone was able to view the melodic cycling of a recurring natural phenomenon. After reading some of her other prophecies I know she's seen the pole shift. Another goes like this: "But the land that rises from the sea, Will be dry and clean and soft and free, Of mankind's dirt and therefore be, The source of man's new destiny."
There are others that cause me to allow her to be called credible--check this one out: "Around the world men's thoughts will fly, Quick as the twinkling of an eye (undoubtedly a description of the Internet). And water shall great wonders do, How strange. And yet it shall come true (possibly all the things connected to hydro electric power). Through towering hills proud men shall ride, No horse or ass move by his side (undoubtedly the description of motorized vehicles). Beneath the water, men shall walk, shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk (submarines I think). And in the air men shall be seen, in white and black and even green (a description of aircraft that includes the three most popular colors now that the stealth series has made its debut)." I think that description of the Internet would be a hard call for most people to make twenty years ago. I find it a little spooky that there aren't descriptions of things that we are not already familiar with.
I don't think anyone who has experienced the death of a loved one would wish for the near extinction of our species. I have experienced the deaths of close family members and find the loss very painful. While pondering the possibility of a pole shift, I am numb to the loss of life. I am using a technique I developed during my criminal career. Getting caught or shot are occupational hazards with very severe consequences. Who in their right mind would do anything to cause their loss of freedom or get themselves prematurely dispatched to the great beyond on purpose? I used denial. I didn't allow myself to know I was going to rob the bank as I "cased the joint." I simply looked at the possibility of this job taking place.
I figure it’s the same technique most people use to deal with their dreams. In my life I’ve strived to break free from the rational reality that all my lessons were trying to force me into. Whether it was my criminal career or this book I have been striving to honor my dreams. So, I’m an amateur and I’ve not made the best choices at times but at least I’ve taken a couple of kicks at the can. It just so happens that I’ve learned a thing or two and I think I’ve become a better person because of it.
My heart goes out to the indoctrinated who go to work loathing what they do for their security. They become poisoned by office politics and stunted by their place within the pecking order. They dream their dreams totally in denial of the fact that their security will cost them the fruition of their dreams. They pay homage to their dreams by purchasing lottery tickets and the dream lives on for another week. This uncommitted behaviour is likened by someone trying to commit suicide by standing in a field and waiting to get hit by lightning. People do get hit but a rather vast majority don’t.
So it is with the pole shift I am detached and merely visualizing what might happen. I imagine my numbness will give way to shock if indeed I survive a pole shift. At present, I am merely excited by the possibility of figuring out this rather large mystery, which has been put on my plate of things to do during this lifetime.
If the poles do shift in my lifetime, then I expect I will survive, although there are those who have warned of this cataclysm who are already dead. So I guess it's possible that my warning could be for others. However, I must assume my timetable is correct; it is what motivates me to continue along this path I've chosen to follow. This feeling of impending doom, that something can be done to avoid what is inevitable for those who do not wake up and recognize just how fragile is the commonly accepted rational reality of our time. I think that in a relatively safe environment, most people would naturally choose to avoid conflict and if the world is not about to change who would care. It is the path of least resistance and very much a part of human nature excepting those with higher than normal testosterone levels like politicians and others who can't help but get into the thick of things.
A word of warning for sensitive readers: there is a thing called anomic response, the response of a minority within the majority to over-react to negative situations. For instance, during the depression, suicide rose; and similarly when a town loses its only industry, a likewise response is seen. We see this annually around family holidays when lonely people succumb to the negative feelings of their loneliness. When considering the possibility of a pole shift, it is important to focus on the real reason for looking at it in the first place and that is to devise a way to survive it.
