Today is December 27, 2012, and there’s a certain part of me that’s amazed we’re all still here.
The Mayan long count calendar’s 13th baktun ended last Friday.
I’ve been … anticipating? dreading? at least very interested in December 21, 2012 for a number of years, since I was reading about the Maya back when I lived in Los Angeles.
The calendar ended on a solstice. How could they have predicted that eons ago? Was it cosmic coincidence?
Now, I wasn’t expecting brimstone and hellfire. No Rapture here. But had the poles shifted and all of our electric doo-dads shit the bed last week, well, I wouldn’t have been terribly shocked.
It’s frustrating some of the writing in the lead-up and immediately afterwards how some people represented the Maya as backwards or ill-informed. Sure, they didn’t have all of the technology that we have, but most of what we know of the Maya comes from only five books, since Europeans burned EVERY OTHER BOOK IN THR ENTIRE CIVILIZATION.
Yet somehow THEY are the savages.
WWJD?
Anyway, I wish I had more time to write about and process this, but I think my energy is better focused on little Sadie.
So happy 13.0.0.0.6.
Welcome to the sixth sun.
Bizarre.