That’s Great; It Starts With An Earthquake...
One might say that my Dad was a conspiracy theorist. I saw him as more of a mystic detective, a philosopher with a vivid imagination, a Christian looking for clues and a patriot searching for the truth. He was a dreamer and it was one of my favorite things about him.
From as early in life as I can remember, Pops and I could talk for hours about all the crazy possibilities in the universe and beyond. We’d dig deep into such topics as HAARP, chem-trails, 911, Taoism, Christianity, UFOs, Time, esoteric symbolism in pop culture, Chi, super powers, talking rocks, the theater of politics, the Illuminati, Planet X, the end of the world, etc. During these types of discussions, we didn’t always agree and not every topic was to be taken too seriously; yet ultimately, I learned to see past a veil, in bigger pictures. Pops showed me that anything is possible and that things are not always what they appear to be. He taught me to keep my eyes open and to be prepared.
Some 20 odd years ago, when I was a wee lass, Dad and I had our first chat about the Mayan Calendar, the possible significance of 2012 and what that could mean. In the years to follow it would come up again from time to time. Then as we got closer to 2012, his views became more extreme regarding the timing of things. He wasn’t as focused on the calendar but rather a laundry list of other reasons to suspect that we may be living in the, "End Times". He expressed to me on numerous occasions that he believed a world changing event could occur between the close of 2012 and early 2013.
At times, in the last year or so, Dad seemed uneasy. We’d be hanging out and he’d say something like, “There’s a disturbance in the Force. Can you feel it? The world can’t keep going on like this.” Or I’d drop by and ask what he’s up to and he’d say, while strumming his ukulele or shooting his bow, “Just hanging out, waiting for the end of the world.”
He got his wish just not quite how he had imagined it. On Feb 16th, 2013, Daddy went to bed and never woke up. It wasn’t the end of the whole world, just his time in the world. For anyone who loved him, it was the end of the world as we’d known it.
Part of me hopes that Pops was right and he just had his timing off. As beautiful as life can be, in this crude dimension, it is also a huge mess and I sometimes think this would be a good time to push reset on the whole enchilada. In the meantime, I will shine my light in the darkness and do what I can to make the world a better place, with the tools he gave me. As my father’s daughter, I will also polish the swords he left behind while keeping one eye on the sky…just in case.
Jamie