Only 11 more months of people thinking nonsense about a number practically arbitrarily attached to a year, and having nothing whatsoever to do with any of the absurd ideas we have ascribed to it in order to spread fear, sell books, aggrandize ourselves, and lie like a rug about stuff that has no relation at all to any actual prophecy, especially those of supposedly indigenous ancients.

It has been hilarious and instructive to watch everyone ignore years and situations which, in their almost impossible character and import made 2012 look like a mouse made of shaving cream and toothpaste.

Oh humans, I can definitely wait to see what you do with all this delusion when your precious sawhorse dissolves into ‘oops, we got exactly what we made and nothing more.’ Of course, they’ll never admit it, preferring their sacred tokens to any form of direct contact with the real.

The only place that miracles happen is in us, when we discard our delusions and contact reality with heartful intimacy right now. The only prophecy that matters is the one we -become- with deep wisdom and actual insight, and it is impossible to form a cult of liberation because that’s like a prison of flying.