We hear from time to time that the end of time is near. The Maya would have engraved it in a calendar they no longer even can read themselves. And sure enough, once again the end of the world has been postponed. It is easier to sell fear than to give hope, and all charlantans unfortunately know it.
Endlessly unscrupulous people reinforce our weaknesses. We all like frightening ourselves: the more you play, the more they use it. In their top-ten, the end of the world has always the best place. When will these crooks stop annoying us? Once we’ll stop believing them. We confuse everything, zodiacal eras with the four ages, the end of ages with the end of the world. A change of age is not the end of the world. The end of time, yes, maybe. But it is very different.
If time stops, that does not mean life will stop. On astral plan, there is no time. Neither in our dreams. Time is just an optional prison. The instantaneous eternity. Hmmmm!
The transition between ages is marked by disasters, but a change of cycle implies almost the whole destruction of mankind. Almost is not all. Despite a lot of disasters whiwh we went through, our species survived. How could disappear so many species while ours, subject to the same uncertainties, is still going strong? Relying on hidden sources, the esoteric tradition affirms that humankind cannot be reduced below an incompressible threshold of 8 %.
Although it seems unrelated, epidemiologists know that the worst pandemics have no effect on a certain amount of people: 8 % too.
It is all as if we were protected. It is all as if benevolent beings were constantly keeping an eye on us. Once the Earth opens up, another time the sea engulfs it, or the ice, or the fire, and Man, despite the millions of dead men, still follows his way. The scenario of the global cataclysms is running well. It seems immutable.
Very well, but who will be the lucky beneficiaries of this 8% law? Chosen at random? Everyone knows that it does not exist. Gautama Siddharta said it, one must believe it.
There is no chance. Everything that happens is willed.
But this Buddha has said so many things …
Do not believe anything, and certainly not what I just told you.
This rule of 8% goes further than mere numbers. Those who are saved will have the heavy task of rebuilding everything, if possible better than before. They will have to form a super elite, the cream of the cream, the must, the top. Who will choose them? And how?
On what criteria will they survive? Their skills in survival? The donations of organizers? Their beliefs, religious convictions? Their atheism? Their qualities of heart? Their physical strength, moral, their subtle energy? Will they be interchangeable, cut from the same fabric, cast in the same mold? Or on the contrary, will we see a wide variety of human types, morphologies, DNA?
The survivors, after a return to barbarity, enjoy an upturn of life which hoists them on the podium of a new golden age. And then starts the long decline, silver, bronze, and iron again. We can neatly see here the symbolism of the Greek frieze.
And the individual sequence is found on a collective level. The new humanity that emerges has few memories of the one before. From age to age, you have to start all over again. Who tells us that the business will stop one day?
We are very few things
It is my friend the rose
Who said it this morning (*)Françoise Hardy
“Maybe there were several big bangs at the origin of various universes. Thus the story would no longer begin with the usual ‘In the beginning’ but with the more modest ‘At one beginning’, an equally accurate translation of the word ‘Bereshit’ on which the Bible opens. Or could we just say ‘At our beginning’.” (source)Nancy Abrams, Cosmic Fate
We are just one of the many mankinds that have succeeded each other since the dawn of the world. Each had their chance, their greatness… and their end. And each one, feeling the end coming, was intimately convinced that this end was definitive, total, absolute. Not the end of a civilization nor that of their little humanity, no, worse than that: the end of beans, the end of time, the end of ages. Rest assured, the beans are still there. And after us, they will be there too.
The end of the ages, but still? What ages are they? On this point, different traditions confront each other, each with their vision. All forecasts are the same, but most dates turn out to be wrong. The best seer cannot be sure of any date, it is the glorious uncertainty of seeing.
Let us not allow ourselves to be caught by the black nets of apocalypse preachers. To these ill-omened birds who announce the end of time, we will reply that it is just the end of a halftime.
The Hindus have a system of time notation on a huge scale. They are able to count cycles that last millions of years. There are the yugas, then the mahayugas, then the kalpas, all this never ends, it’s just dizzying.
My opinion: these cycles have been revised upwards. Scientists of yesteryear have deliberately stretched them out to the point of delirium in an attempt to hide what awaits us. The figures given by the indianist Alain Daniélou are much more credible. In any case, Daniélou puts them back in place, on a time scale that makes sense here and now.
The Golden Age, the Earthly Paradise
A Kalpa or complete cycle lasts 64,000 years. The first yuga is the golden age or Satya Yuga. It lasts half of a kalpa, that is 32,000 years. I can’t say much about it, its reality is indisputable for me, but the Great Goddess has disappeared from this humanity for so long — 4000 years! — that it is impossible for me to see clearly how his presence embellished our humanity. Maybe I would know one day before leaving you? If that’s the case, and if I still have the strength, I will definitely talk to you about it.
The Silver Age, the Force
The second yuga is the silver age or Treta Yuga. It lasts half of the golden age, that is 16,000 years. Violence is the law, that of the strongest. The general climate, although brutal and merciless, remains tonic. It promotes the progress of clans and nations that compete with one goal: the restoration of the golden age. But the Goddess is no longer as present. Disorder has gained ground. Confusion reigns. Force imposes itself everywhere on the weak and the fearful.
The Bronze Age, Purgatory
The third yuga, the Bronze Age or Dwapara Yuga, also lasts half of the previous one, that is 8000 years. Heroes and demigods, greater in size, strength and powers, are the only masters that everyone respects. They have the means to be obeyed, but overall they have been benevolent. The overall situation is very unclear, the Goddess is barely present. Her fatigue increased during the previous yuga. She feels in her flesh the need for her dormancy, the reptilian mist.
The Iron Age, the mist
Like modern reptiles, our reptilian masters have a vital mechanism that allows them to survive by regenerating, the mist or dormancy.
What exactly happens when reptiles enter this dormancy period? For them, hibernation is called fogging, a process close to the hibernation of mammals. During fogging, the animal drastically slows its metabolism, becomes lethargic and stops feeding for several months. This process is triggered by the change of season: the drop in temperatures and the reduction of daylight.
Hibernation is crucial for the survival of certain species known as ‘ectotherms’, which means that they cannot regulate their own body temperature: this is the case of the Hermann’s turtle, the viviparous lizard, or certain snakes like the snake. (Source : Animalis)
The reptilians who created this world and the human species are not all animals. For them, fogging is much longer, like their lifespan. The Goddess experiences a dormancy every 60,000 years. This one lasts 4,000 years. Which amounts to saying that for 4000 years, humans are left to their own devices, under the sole authority of the Archons. Reptilians, some are just soulless animals.
Some Archons are just and bring us help and comfort, others are ignoble, only thinking about money, sex and all the anti-values that our decline makes bloom.
The 4000 years of dormancy of the Goddess correspond to the Kali Yuga, the black age, the cursed era. It began more than three millennia ago, coinciding with the so-called historical period. After 60,000 years of matriarchy, our humanity has fallen into the age of the patriarchs. No more laughing. In fact, according to my vision, we still have four centuries of tumbling and increased vicissitudes before reaching the end of the Kali Yuga.
The life of the humanities resembles each of our lives, from the golden age of childhood to the iron age of old age… Like the life of civilizations, our personal life is not a story of progress, but of decline. I can look for the lost paradise of childhood, what awaits me, in fact a return to innocence, is the dotage of the old man. And everyone lives the same cycles as their society. Until the acceleration of time, common to old civilizations and old individuals.
How could we swallow the myth of progress? One day at a time, we grow older. From the cradle, the grave is ready; these are not black ideas, but the most banal reality: no one knows either the day or the hour. But death bothers. We hide it by all means. The old people are locked away from city centers. In the city, the catafalques have disappeared from the carriage doors. Black is becoming a chic color. Dying hides under pseudonyms: leaving, leaving us, not being there anymore, deceased, regretted, deceased, disappeared. Or flat, dead, blocked…
We should rather say dematerialized, evaporated, gone where it is better. Gone where all things go…
In Brittany, there are hardly any, the black widows mourned their husbands lost at sea, whose bodies had not been found. It’s all over. Black widows are no longer black, they dress normally. They no longer go to the customs officers’ path. The black hearses of my childhood have become purple, waiting for bright colors. Is death scary? What? Fear of potential suffering, yes, it can be understood. But fear of death?! If there is nothing left, good riddance. And if the adventure continues, is it all profitable, yes or no? The camarade can come soon, live your life without waiting. Make your choice.
Go straight ahead and above all don’t look back.
I am temperamental. Since always, ups and downs: euphoria, enthusiasm, drop in self-esteem, depression, desire for self-destruction and destruction at all. Sometimes I would like to press the total and radical nuclear destruction button. I know that my failure is like the failure of this world and this ‘uncivilization’.
I had a kind of syncope like with Loïc two or three years ago. In the hospital, they had diagnosed a stroke but I don’t believe it. I had another one a few weeks later, I got by on my own. There too. I regained consciousness 1 hour later. Weak but alive. I had two alerts like this, but much less strong, a few weeks ago. Days? I don’t know anymore, I’m mixing everything up.
That’s what I was waiting for. The confirmation of an end of life. Hence the dream of hanging. I hang myself, that is to say it’s me who is making my own bad luck. Too late to change at 180°. We’ll see. It also explains my radical change of attitude, the moments when I am cold, lucid, distant, insensitive. I have been expecting it for two or three years. This kind of alert is called a warning sign. General rehearsal. And after? I don’t know, like you.
So we live every day like the last
And you would do the same if only you knew
How many times has the end of the world come close to us
So we live every day like the last
Because we come from afar
(Corneille – 2012)
The end of the world has already occurred so often, and the world is still here. So often I thought I was dying and nothing. I am there I stay there. An eminent biologist declared that humans who will live several centuries have already been born. Everything goes so fast!
Living for several centuries? The hypothesis is interesting. The perspective is joyful. I will do my best to achieve it…
When we leave this plan, when death takes us, wherever we go, we go straight there. Like Mitterrand, like Alain, you can believe in the survival of the spirit. Like the elders, you can be certain to return. “It’s just goodbye, my brothers,” that is Merlin’s promise. Feedback, there has been some, there will be more…
We have already known each other so often!
Scroll through our lives on the fly like the stars seen from an ultralight spaceship. The universe is so small, infinity fits in your hand, eternity opens at every moment.
Should we leave with no hope, with no hope of return?
Should we leave with no hope of seeing once again?
Merlin promised it since your heart will stay in love and burn
Merlin promised it once to all yes we will meet again
That’s all for today
Anna, the Blessed Virgin and Mother Goddess, has lived so long she has no age.
It’s admirable what you do. You allow me to advance the gigantic puzzle of Eden…
Small or large, a puzzle starts with the edges where the pieces are easier to…
Long after his death, Heine remains a controversial writer, especially in his own country.
The quantum world is totally different. We can change all, including the past.