Here it is: the world did end on December 21, 2012. We are all ghosts... in denial. Please allow me to explain.
Two Thousand Thirteen has been rolling along without any extraordinary events, all has happened as expected: the economy keeps taking a dive, technology keeps advancing, sickness keeps progressing massively, weather is more unpredictable, and more randomness seems the norm rather than the oddity. We are used to complying with stupid rules, taking it in the ars though it is unjust, trying to keep a status quo that does not work, all for values that are inhumane and oppressive.
I have been feeling strange for a few weeks now, uneasy, alienated, out of place, like a vase that has always been in one shelf and suddenly a maid dusts and moves to another shelf and forgets to put back to its original place, now that vase's relation to the world is completely different and all the synergies it has built for years have suddenly changed in one swift jolt.
If you get quiet and look around you will realize what I am saying. Listen to people at work, school, church, they tell their stories almost obsessively, they will affirm them to try to glue them to some form of reality that is eluding them, somewhere in the back of their heads they know it is all gone and yet they insist to try make it stay unchanged by repeating it all over and over.
But it goes beyond that, if you get even more serious and listen to what you say to yourself and how you react to things, then you get to the core of matters, you seem to be stuck in the same 'rot', as if stagnation had settled down in your veins. Your emotions and thoughts seem to gravitate to the same things, same train of thoughts disguised under a different name, another fad, its all B.S.: the same resolutions year after year to the same results of nothing.
Ghosts clinging to the same familiar stories which brings us comfort. Refusing to see how all has already unraveled before us, we are slowly letting it creep around us, War, Pestilence, Famine, Death. Boston is in a state of emergency from the flu as of now, we keep going, Sandy hit hard, we keep going, Taxes are so high we cannot own real estate anymore, it is only for the very greedy, the very nasty, the very evil, the very demonic, the very overtly sickening. None will be the hero that wont be punished for trying to get out of line, who and who and who do you think you are to wake us up out of this stupor we call existence?
Try this: repeat a new reality in your head, create a new dialogue with new images, new spaces, places, people that are nicer to you, more health, wealth and faith just not in that order, get cracking on decoding your new body image by creating it with your mind and letting it happen with daily repeating your success "I am beautiful" mantra with extremely detailed specifications of what you desire your reality to be. Custom make your reality with the power of your mind and repeat it over and over.
Say to yourself "This is going to be a beautiful day and am going to feel great and everyone here is going to love me so much", and smile with confidence as you dash into the room doting your grace onto others genuinely instead of "OMG I don't know anyone here and I feel like a microbe everyone hates". "I will grace a person with my companionship and commit to loving and supporting him/her for as long as this person needs me". Instead of "I want a man/woman who loves me and takes care of my needs and commits to me."
As we gallop to the End of Days let us not panic but enjoy each others' company and be loving to one another, affirming what is of value in our lives and the rest will take care of itself. I resolve to let my gifts come forth and let the Christ take care of His own, after all, that is his mission, mine is much more light-hearted and joyful.
We are the same ghosts that were and will be for ghosts are spirits and spirits we are in human form so stop thinking am stupid or insane, you are mistaken to think you are only flesh and then you are nothing but worm meat, if you do think so then I feel I must illuminate a hidden corner here and there in the path before you. But I digress. We are ghosts in a merry-go-round eternal learning from each other how to be a perfect singularity in a game that is all about love.
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