The Mayan Calender Ends
February 7 2013
Well the Mayan Calender did end on the 21 December 2012 without incident. So confident was I that nothing would happen on that fateful day late last year…I went to the Southern Coast for a beach holiday with Rob Millroy, Danton and Nico.
We visited the Skull Islands to be precise. I remember where I was the exact time it was supposed to end…11.30 in the morning. I was sitting on the beach about to go for a swim. It was a beautiful day. There were quite a few other people around…in the water and out of it.
We went for a walk along the beach later that day…Nico, Rob and I. We found a Tern lying exhausted on the sand and carried him up to where the vegetation starts on the sand dunes and stayed with him a while. The eagle showed us where he was.
The truth is time did end for me in 2010…but it is impossible to say exactly when…while I was on the Camino…or back in Kanak in November or December or perhaps in March the following year or in March 2012…there is something about the month of March…time waves crashing into eachother and so forth…the ides ect…you know about it Sandy…you wrote to me about it…the dogs being killed, the tyrannosaurus egg hatching…eating crushed up insects disguised as marmite and vomiting…remember.
An endless stream of points of singularity is what it felt like…it was a rollercoaster ride for me in Kanak as I know it was for you in Bargaloo Sandy.
Apart from the strangeness of the city, which has been documented so well by you Sandy…the first really weird thing that I noticed was the sound of grinding. This was on December 1 or 2 cannot remember exactly.
I got to thinking about my experiences with ‘the visitors’…how else can I describe them…can I truly call them alien…What is an alien? What is a human? What is a reptilian…I don’t know anymore.
Like you I was always too embarrassed to go public with my experiences…such is the level of shame and ridicule attached to such things…but I don’t care anymore…
I have nothing to lose. No credibility, so none to lose. In my own timeline… ( or is it )…nearly all my friends, my parents, extended family, ex-husband and his entire family think I am either a liar, loopy, a complete loser and in need of psychiatric help…so what the hell o…I don’t have a position to uphold, no boss, no good reputation to lose…nothing. I am what I am.
First off I had a strange meeting with a guy called Toby at the Hughes Shops…this would have been around about Dec 1 or 2. He asked us if we could hear a grinding noise. (I didn’t). He said it was coming from a nearby granite mine (I think I know the one…it is near the airport).
The thing is Sandy… I did hear that noise…that night or the next I can’t remember.
I should mention that for a few weeks I had the sensation of the ground moving under my feet…very disconcerting I can tell you. I had been having some terrible rows with Rob and he ended up moving out of my apartment…I did not see him for another ten days.
Danton and Nico were staying with me at the time and they actually kicked him out. It was very upsetting and to make matters worse I had no money and no food. Nico eventually went back to Fraser Isle because he was hungry.
I don’t know why I did it…but something, some little voice in my head told me to check my compass…I had heard so many stories about the poles shifting and I thought that could be the reason for the strange ground moving sensations I was experiencing…on the second floor!...also in the basement….so I did and sure enough it revealed that north was south and vice versa. Over the next ten days it would swing back to its original position. The next day I decided to do a double check on a compass at a shop called Kathmandu in the city centre. Same thing and the shop assistant was at a loss to explain it.
That night a thick blanket of cloud settled over the city and this time I did hear the rumblings from the granite mine…or were they?
Things got stranger and stranger…watching the news that night I noticed the newsreader was someone I had never seen before and for the next ten days I recognised no one…but more significantly was the news itself…I was expecting some announcement about the pole shift but heard nothing…instead chaos appeared to be raining down on the world. Fires were breaking out all over the place…seemingly out of the ground itself…a mass demonstration by ‘students protesting a hike in university fees’ had broken out in London…but this was no student protest. I have never seen a demo like it. Thousands of people wearing black and exhibiting extreme violence had taken to the streets. The riot police were out in full force and as far as I could see they were having a hard time controlling them. A car carrying Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles to a charity event was ambushed and attacked and I don’t like to think what happened next.
A ‘bus stop’ was set ablaze apparently and if that was the case it must have been a wooden structure and one would think that it would burn itself out after a while…but this ‘raging’ fire looked more like an oil well on fire.
The next day you would have thought we were living in lala land or something…the news reports re the ‘student demo’ showed pictures of people marching down the street smiling and waving plaquards…the sun shining ect…nothing resembling what I had seen the night before.
I kept on finding bits of paper all over the floor with strange clues. I was seeing things like an incredibly tall man in a long black coat and hat hovering by my computer or standing in the doorway….a thing resembling a very large hedgehog or echidna ( at last two feet high and three feet long) covered in metallic plates scuttled by me in the corridor outside my apartment…
Even the internet was different…it was a wonder it was still working or that I had any television reception at all but curiously I did.
I googled earth and the whole globe was literally covered in water…if that was the case then how come I’m still here and the city…Danton had a very vivid dream a few weeks later where he was flying high above a planet that had been totally scorched and was devoid of all life.
As you can imagine Sandy … I soon begin to seriously question the nature of my reality … if the world had been flooded and if Danton’s dream was any indication…subsequently scorched then why or how was I still alive … or was I?
The streets were strangely silent and devoid of people, but not utterly and the very few people still around did not seem to notice anything amiss…but it so obviously was. Why was I the only one who could see it?
It occurs to me now that the world in my old timeline did end and that I had slipped into an alternate reality or parallel time line. For ten days it was like this…but out in the suburbs it was business as usual. My friend Maya noticed nothing amiss and neither did anyone else I spoke to…I really started to lose the plot after that Sandy…I wondered if I was going mad…but I knew in my heart I wasn’t.
It was during this period that Julian Assange hit the news…his Wikileaks exposure and the sexual assault allegations in Sweden…
I remember wondering down to reception and grabbing a newspaper…OK I know I am not supposed to do this but I took it upstairs…desperate for some news about the apparent pole shift…but no… not a word about that…
There was a report about a stuff up with HAARP and how forty years later ‘they were still having to deal with it’…I went back downstairs and showed Melissa…she actually took the paper from me…and gosh I regret that I did not keep it…it would have been proof that I was not deluding myself.
“Look Melissa” I said…”what do you make of that”? She replied “yes that is a bit odd”. I left it with her and when I came back down a while later, the reception desk was closed.
So you see Sandy I was not the slightest bit concerned about December 21 2012…as far as I was concerned the world had already ended and it was business as usual.
March 8 2013
This whole business got me to thinking about life and death, the afterlife, the nature of our reality and consensus reality… specifically.
If our world is the product of consensus reality then what happens to that consensus reality if everyone on the planet dies at the same time. Would we even notice anything amiss?
With regards to the afterlife…what if there is no afterlife?…rather dimensions and parallel realities…so that when we die we just slip into another reality just like the one we’ve left behind…it would explain why it was business as usual after the world apparently ended…it was a depressing thought.
If I thought about death at all it would be terms of a release from the burdens and cares of physical existence…not more of the same.
Then I began to notice that Kanak was different…the same but different. Suddenly there were sculptures, engravings on the pavement and other odd things around that I had not noticed before. There was also a proliferation of new buildings around that I had not noticed before.
I remember particularly the very faint engravings on the pavement
opposite the Health Building on Alinga Street. They made no sense and they seemed quite stupid and pointless to me at first…unless they were code for something? So I made anagrams out of them and came up with some remarkable and rather insightful messages…to whom? I wondered.
For example the engravings directly opposite the Health Building…a line of engraved boxes that said things like…Health Service, Sweep up Cigarette Butts, Jumbo the Broomstick, Drop of Money and No more Men.
Health Service translates as ‘Hear this Christ’, Save Earth, Heal Earth, Create Earth’….and the rest ? Go figure I’ve written them down somewhere but cannot find them right now.
Further up towards Alinga Street and opposite the Post Office…more engravings such, ‘Mist on Black Mountain’ and ‘The Sun a Pale Blob above the Post Office’.
Mist on Black Mountain translates as… ‘The Black Sun in near. It is not too late to save us Atalanta. Be aware. Look at the star to the west. Look north into Black. Look on the lines. Make a cross. Settle the score. Be as one’.
And…A Pale Blob above the Post Office translates as… ‘See to the east Atalanta. The face of evil in a pale blue pool. Black water from below comes this way. It will eat all. All will be lost. Stop it as soon as possible Atalanta. Love the one opposite. Turn hate to love. Love can win. Love can save. Love will unite the two suns of the sun’.
Ok I gave myself some artistic licence with this one re the letter W. I figured that V could also be considered half of a W because of the pole flip and the close proximity of a parallel world at that time.
During this time and due to extreme negative reaction to my theories and propositions that I was the only one who noticed anything amiss…I started to doubt what I was seeing and feeling. Much to my pleasant surprise I met two people during my travels up north who were aware of the ‘situation’…a man in Lismore…no not a hippie resident. He borrowed a towel from us so he could wash his feet. He was visitor to the town like myself…and a woman in Cairns who was not only aware of such goings on but knew others who were as well…she said “we are all struggling with it”. I thought phew I am not the only one besides my friend and compatriot Robert Millroy.
Another thing I should mention…I took my first picture of an orb at Hornillos in Spain…in the sports hall to be precise and took photographs of many more in Kanak over the next two years. For a while there, it became impossible to take a picture that did not have an orb in it…but lately…none….I have not taken a single picture in the last few months that has an orb in it.
If our solar system was travelling through a region of spaces with lots of orbs in it then clearly it has left that region of space or…I don’t know why I don’t see orbs in my photos anymore…maybe they were spirit beings or…what?
