Da Fat Lady Done Croaked

The porcine opera diva is warbling the final Brynhildr aria.  Do you hear it?  Something has changed.  It's another one of those gut tickles that I've come to trust over time.

Cue Richard Wagner's Ride of the Valkyrie!

I think it was about lunch time when I got this sudden, overwhelming feeling that it's all over but the sweeping up.  The Fates have chiseled the upcoming events in stone and our chance to rewrite then has closed.

I'm not sure if it's the recent mind-boggling round of earthquakes roughly splitting the Earth in half, or the Trayvon fiasco, or the St. Vitus' Dance in Europe, or the Ionesco-like events in North Korea, but something triggered this strange feeling in my gut.

Maybe it's the overwhelming pall of gloom and doom in the headlines.  Maybe it's the resurgence of Petrus Romanus speculation, or the closing of the Norway seed vault (overseen by the UN), or the absolute abandon with which governments are behaving these days.

Perhaps it's the overwhelming sense of resignation one gets from the global population.  It's as if all the fight has gone out of folks all at the same time.  I'm not sure whether to be amazed or depressed.

Really, I've been sensing this for a while.  It's part of the reason I took a little hiatus here on the Far Side.  I was metaphically holding my breath to see which way the wind started blowing.  Unfortunately, it seems to be coming from the general direction of the local garbage dump.

It's like a balloon.  You blow it up to the bustering point, then pinch the neck so that it makes a high-pitched screech as the air slowly seeps out.  At some point, you get bored with that and let go.  The balloon launches into whirley-gig mode while making flatulent noises.  That's the point we're at now.  The balloon has sailed up to the crest of it's parabolic arc, and will soon fall limp and lifeless to the ground, though it hangs there for a moment, motionless against the azure sky as if trying to defy gravity with one last gasp.

The absolute absurdity of it all.  People take this stuff entirely too seriously.  I mean, just look at the Trayvon thing.  A Jewish Hispanic shoots a black guy and white folks are to blame with an African sitting in the Oval Office.  Excuse me?  When did we take a turn into the Twilit Zone?

Or how about North Korea, where Precious Leader hails the country's great triumph as their phallic symbol goes flaccid and falls into the sea?

Or take the EU, a grand plan hatched in the Third Reich in the waning days of WWII.  Now the PIIGS are wallowing in the mud and slopping at the trough with abandon.

Something is going on that has been carefull hidden for a long time.  Someone is desperately looking for an answer in ancient texts.  The evidence for this is the insane manner with which certain countries have been laying waste to the Babylonian and Egyptian antiquities in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, Greece, and of course Egypt.  It shows in the mad scramble to the Moon in the 60s that was basically abandoned after They found whatever it was They were looking for.

It shows in the incredible race to investigate Mars, but only certain groups are allowed to go.  The Russians, for instance, are not allowed.

Somewhere in all this, there is an answer to a question us little folks aren't allowed to ask.  Someone knows something, and knows where to look for the answers, but it appears there's still something missing.  Some key piece has not been found to do whatever it is They need to do.

Obviously, this information is explosive, because not only is it key to some future mystery, but it is also a powerful technology and only certain Upper-Party members are privy to its inner workings.

There's a much deeper story going on here.  If there isn't, and all this is just Resource Wars, then I completely give up on Humanity.  This depth and breadth of the insanity going on around us means that either our species deserves to go the way of the do-do, or we all deserve to know what the real story is before whatever it is happens.

All of it, though, is overshadowed by this new feeling of fait accompli.  Whatever it is, it is done.  It could be the February 2013 meteor or pole shift or the arrival of a supernova shock wave that is entering our Solar System now.  It could be any number of things that have been swimming around the edges of consciousness, waiting for an oppotune moment to strike.

No matter.  It's done.  Time has run out, for better or worse.  I suspect that whatever IT is, is probably good for Humanity, but bad for the vested interests, which is why They've been laying waste to the Earth in the Their quest to stop IT.

In a way, the EU and the NK rocket are archetype metaphors for current events.  The old way of thinking is crashing and burning before the global stage.  The ones who will survive IT are those who eschew the narrow-minded scramble for wealth in favor of a more harmonic and enlightened Way.  The trick is to think so far out of the box that you forget there ever was a box to begin with.

Yes, there's a hidden agenda, but the time for worrying about that is over.  The time has come to focus on who we want to become, as individuals and as a species.  Those who can't get past the gee-gaws and material wealth will find that they offer no solace or hope when things radically change direction.

On the other hand, there are those of us who know that the meaning of 'apocalypse' is to reveal or enlighten, and we see it not as something to fear, but as something to anticipate with great hope.  The apocalypse is not the end, but the beginning of something completely different.  Those who embrace this event will flourish, and those who look for death and destruction will find it, in spades.

At any rate, the time has come.  The cell is dividing and the nucleus has completely split.  All is as it should be.  Time now to watch the unfolding...the revelation...the apokalypsos.

I've learned to trust my gut, and the larger it gets, the more I trust it.