Musings on the subject of prophecies, dooms day predictions, and other funny ideas which seek to explain our some what fragmented future. Are we on the road to heaven or hell? Either way we better keep our hands on the wheel

1. What happened on 21/12/12?
Nothing….
That is what we, the ‘surviving’ members of 2016, would be inclined to say. “Nothing is going to
happen” is what I assured my mother on that night after I reminded her that we were 3 hours
from the 22nd.
This business of dooms day predictions, which has been an enterprise of swindling self
proclaiming prophets coupled with the disaster fetishization and sensationalization of western
culture through hollywood films and so on, this business played like a joke to me and my
friends. In 2010, we declared ourselves The 2012 Survival Team, and prepared for the worst by
making a Facebook page (with 300 likes, missing the 2012 goal by quite some margin) and
obsessively playing online video games together which trained our hand eye coordination and
effectivity of degrading jokes in the comfort of our separate living rooms.
So 2012 came and went. I was off starting University in a new city, governments where
conducting further ideological military imperialism, energy companies where prospecting for new
natural resources to exploit, bankers where continuing to trade bits of information at high speed
for huge rewards, and huge risk for the ones waking up to practical jobs needing doing, who
themselves may have been planning the weekend bash or future brief holiday escapes.
Business as usual.
Well it is after this point that I began to intercept some funny ideas. Visions of travel &
exploration of the outer and inner world. I started a big journey, and listened (through new forms
of technical communication) to niche ideas that emerge when everybody is connected to
everybody. From the safety of the road, and vantage of slightly different cultures still resonating
western values, I began to encounter counter culture, counter politics, counter history, and
questions unravelling everything I thought I knew. The topic of drugs particularly was soberly
reiterated in less stigmatized language like plants, and medicines, and teachers. I began to
wonder if the game was up. If it was time to through down the hand that I was unknowingly
dealt.
I was spending my time tending to other peoples land in exchange for accommodation. Getting
high only on fresh air and the space to explore ideas that were completely new to me: Joe
Rogan (the JRE brings hundreds of comedians, philosophers, researchers, scientist, journalist,
ect. into a spot light in 3 hour sessions), Duncan Trussell’s funny spiritual rants, Terence
Mckenna’s shamanic word smithing self empowerment, Graham Hancock’s suggestion that
history needs a reexamination after a collective amnesia which may still keep us in the dark in
regards to our origines. Stoned Ape theory, Forgotten advanced pre-historic civilizations….
These sort of ideas were quite a fair bit of fun to play with and roll over in my mind. Of course
the further into the fringes you delve, the more you feel as if you need to balance the scale by
digging into cemented science. But cement isn’t meant to be dug into, your suppose to just build
on top.
Somewhere in this mix I began to hear about the tide of changing and accelerating
consciousness. Some call it a paradigm shift, others a singularity, or the transcendantal object

2. at the end of time, whatever. The concept seems to arise out of a desperate need to balance
the result of our actions. To feel what it is we are doing to ourselves, on different parts of the
planet and the planet itself (or herself >:)
So, returning to the Mayan calendar, which I never knew a lick about (but found it unremarkable
that it should have an end point early in my life time since their
civilization was around from 750 BC to A.D 900 and couldn’t
physically make a calendar that went of forever). On December
21st 2012, I didn’t know that the ‘Mayan Calendar’ is shrouded in
all sorts of mysteries. That it’s start date was in the year 3114 BC
and its end date on a winter solstice; It calculated the solar year
at 365.2420 days, a minus error of only 0.0002 of a day. And
perhaps even that the Mayan’s where not the creators but the
inheritors of this calendar and astrological calculation from an
older advanced civilization of which finger prints are still being
uncovered today.
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Another complementary funny idea was
the theory of time wave zero which
claimed to predict of the past and future
fluctuations of novelty over time. A theory
that was derived from the Iching and
mapped cycles of time condensing at a
faster and faster rate production greater
novelty in the Universe. This arrived
(perhaps contrived) at December 21st
2012 as “the end point of history” where
we should have passed some threshold
into infinite novelty which would be
incomprehensible to us.
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Well these are funny ideas to ponder from a retrospective, innately debunking, year of 2016. 4
years after that mysterious date we can tell that we are not operating on a new dimensional
plane. Obama was re-elected. Trump could be next (or not). But see how the mind is always
disappointed when a dramatic climax doesn’t arrive in a single foreseeable moment. The world
didn’t blow up instantly, we didn’t feel anything, everything is still the same, move along as
usual… But is it?

3. I can’t tell because I am certainly not the same.
“The revolution will not be televised.” That is pretty clear in the literal sense after watching
corporate media coerce information through now archaic top down communication structures.
But what if a paradigm shift was not inherit on the sensory plane. What if our human desire to
have things happen fast and in front of our eyes was a testament to our relative short
existences, and not in line with cosmic gear shifting. We likely will never have a day marked on
our calendar reminding us that the world will turn upside down, or right side up. But “Chaos is
the wind that blows the sails of paradigm shift”, and if you see the shore, i’d think you better get
off your ass and paddle.
Liam Cornwell