[I perfectly well know that this post will shut some people down. Sorry. I know all about "The Elephant in the Living Room Syndrome" and the "Don't tell me shit I don't wanna know" line of thinking... this story had to be told. Period.]
Now, look down **
1979. I'm seven years old and wearing slightly bell-bottomed jeans. It's after dark on Halloween and my parents eventually arrange for me to go Trick or Treating at a cousin's house 45 minutes away. Not an ideal plan, as it were. It was late when my cousin, two other boys and myself, set out.
They took me to a few houses to get sweet-eats, but the older boys had already hit up this side of the near coastal suburb, and were in no mood for foraging sugar treats. The real deal was going to go down - I was the cover for a late night egging expedition. After recovering (and throwing) a large stash of very old eggs, we finished up at an older house in the robust and wide development.
After putting a 22-26 or so eggs into the house (and many on the door and shutters...) and very old lady came out. I don't remember when I headed for the corner, to worry about it what I did under a street light. After some long and vicious cursing from both sides, the old lady piped up, "There was a small one with you, where is he? Tell him to come before me." Of course giggles ensued. I had thrown one or two at each house, including the old Italian / Gypsy lady's keep. Lost my taste for splattering stranger's houses after the first 2 or 3... I knew what cleaning up was all about. She continued to demand me and I came.
A young VicariousE stood there trying not choose to face the dragon, who resided in the body of an old woman. There was definate sub-reality surrounding this "entity". I never got a good look at her or closer than 20 feet to her, but there was some serious power and age about her. Hmm, maybe I had run to the corner as I felt her approach. Or as she spoke from inside; it was a loud but frail voice.
She had pitched anger and accusations at me, goading me, I now believe. She quoted Lincoln and Kennedy to the effect that I should have stood up for what's right. I was a little shit, far away from home, as well as a "surprise" guest... I didn't need this, so I cursed back at her. She demurred in a theatrical way, taunting me to further anger.
She asked me if I wanted to know the future. I thought long and hard, but, again, I made the wrong choice.
The rest was very personal and traumatic to a young psyche. She said I had been double damned, cursed, to go to hell. She told me of other things that have already come true: my first sexual relationship with a Salutatorian Senior HS cheerleader the next year; the lies I would have to tell my parents afterward, the year after that, and how I would bury all those thoughts in my mind for many years.
The super-psychic told me precisely when my Mother would die and even what I would end up wearing (that was one of the other boy's questions... or did she plant it in his mind somehow?) to the funeral.
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She wasn't the only super-psychic out there, and the people who want to control what comes next, know what I'm about to tell you now. Uh, SPOILER ALERT!!!!
Flood. Fire. Ice.
The devil sends the Beast with wrath before a great wall of seawater. The flood happens exactly on the Mayan December date (21 or 23, I blissfully forget) of this year, 2012. 900 million Eastern coastal people will be killed on that fateful day. I can explain the how and why in detail, but I'd rather tell a qualified Flash programmer the specifics, in hopes a video might save lives and resources. I've met three competent, sane men in my life who have explained facets of this to me, and science still backs it up.
Nuked from space. The Earth's protective magnetic field is VERY weak right now, and getting weaker. This happens normally every few thousand years; the poles shift N to S then S to N again. I fervently believe that this is the primary cause of evolution (sorry my Beagle humping bearded friend) on our world. Blast anything alive with a non-lethal dose of microwaves, and some RNA and DNA are going to be a "little easier to mix". Problem this time around? Solar flare. Big one. Even the seed bank in Northern Europe will succumb (a design error, she told me). It will kill damn near all plant life and cook all metals, just like in a microwave oven. No electronics will survive past that one day of fire in 2016, I think (pretty sure).
Buried alive in white. Due to violent gravitational shifts, axis shift (as the flood pushes the Northern Hemisphere to the left) and the super-heating of the crust, our Earth takes some very cold aspirin to reset her temperature gauge. So, we have a mini Ice Age on top of an Extinction Level Event (ELE for the academics).
If any of you go to the NG meet in New York this year, for God's sake, buy me a drink. I need to get good and smashed. I want to smile and laugh like I did before I knew any of this shit.
"Don't Panic!!"
