Do y’all remember Y2K? That conceptual ticking time bomb that vaguely had something to do with ones and zeros and total nuclear meltdown and infrastructure collapse and no ones coffee machine working on January 1st, 2000? On New Year’s Eve of Y2K, I had skipped town with my best friend, leaving the spastic excitement of partying like it was 1999 for a cabin on the Feather River. As we stood at our bonfire at ten minutes to midnight, we were joined by a gold panner who also worked for the National UFO Reporting Center . The clock ticked over into 2000 with nary a pause from the crickets, sparks from the fire floating into the quiet stars. We spent the next two hours regaled with stories of flying saucers over Belden Town, and I swore to never, NEVER buy into apocalypse predictions ever again.
Because it hadn’t been the first time. In 1984 I was in 6th grade, but even at 11 years old, I felt the grip of apprehension. I had only the vaguest idea of what it was all about, but the whispered hype had created a dystopian demon that loomed over my little pre teen heart. In the 90s, I was living in Humboldt County. Gordon Michael Scallion had predicted beach front property for the state of Nevada and in the fall of 1993 I walked around in
a pot smoke induced paranoia fog of tsunami terror for months.
Here we are in 2012, and the Nuage communities in the Bay Area are all in a tither, getting ready for the Enlightenment to Come, and preparing their disaster kits just in case it’s aliens and earthquakes instead of a messianic alignment with the Milky Way. Every time the digital clock says 11:11, half the people in the room get a little glaze over their eyes and I know more than one person who is planning a trip to Machu Picchu for the winter solstice.
Then the camera pans over to me, retching into a bucket and rolling my eyes.
I’m not going to write another article debunking the 2012 Myth, because a quick google search will give you plenty. I also doubt that any of my regular readers buy into the cataclysmic predictions, but I am willing to bet that the idea there will be a great awakening, or enlightenment or shift in consciousness holds a little bit more weight. That last bit would be nice. But I think it’s also extremely unlikely, since it’s a theory that evaporates pretty fast if you leave the bar at the corner of Progressive and Liberal, take a right and walk over the Spiritual Bypass bridge, crossing the Mainstream into the Neighborhood of the Disenfranchised. “Shifts in Consciousness”…at least the ones that have sticking power…take a long time to integrate. There’s a lot of dysfunction and suffering out there in the world, and most people on this planet are just trying to figure out how to survive. Ideas of Magical Transformation and everyone becoming enlightened according to the standard of Yoga Journal and Shaman’s Drum are the privilege of the entitled.
It doesn’t take being a member of The Rainbow Tribe to know that shit ain’t right. Here we are in early January, and the plum tree down the street has fruit on it. You know what I think is worth worrying about and investing inventive energy into? How to create change…real change…so that my daughter will not inherit Hell on Earth. I’m far more concerned about the fact that the pond in Maine my father used to ice skate on as a kid has yet to freeze over and winter is half over, than I am about the Age of Aquarius. If we care one lick about this world, we have our work cut out for us. Waiting for Magical Mayans is a distraction and a waste of time. Here is an excerpt from an article by Larry Robinson, an ecopsychologist in Sonoma County:
“Many people are convinced that we are headed inexorably toward collapse and extinction. Others are equally certain that a new world of peace and justice is being born. Ideology offers the false comfort of certainty but it forestalls the creative role of imagination. Our greatest challenge…may be to learn to be at home in uncertainty and yet still engage with passion and commitment. The stakes are too high for us to indulge in either naive hope or pessimism.
We won’t be saved by technology or the market, or Obama or Jesus or Mayan prophecies. All we have is ourselves and each other. That is all we have ever had. But it might be enough. If we can bring a sense of curiosity, imagination and humility to the enormous project of saving the world, we just might tip the scales toward the survival and renewed flourishing of life on Earth.” (excerpt first published in “Ripples” magazine)
Here is a hilarious and snarky “debunking” of 2012 prophecies:
And here’s some more water to put out your own 2012 bonfire…
~It doesn’t really come as a total shock that Christopher Colombus…an explorer and religious fanatic who groveled insanely to the Spanish crown that the Americas he had discovered were actually the East Indies and who was also responsible for colonization that lead to massive genocide…was also the first propagator of the “Maian” Prophecies. Thanks Chris!
~Ask an astrobiologist about the likelihood of the world ending in 2012.