History
of the End of the World
THE
ATLAN CHRONICLES
REWRITTEN
AND EDITED BY
Jian,
the crazy monk, SiTU
first
trip (Kether). A book of Truth
1.
She
opened her mouth, moved her tongue and said:
“The
Earth quakes and the Heavens rattle; the beasts of nature gather,
while men drifts apart; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere ice
melts. And then on other days it just rains. Indeed many things come
to pass.”
She
waited a moment and watched the group of chanting priests, sjamans,
witches and other representative of Gaia, the Mother Earthgoddes.
“They
are all waiting for me.”, she thought, “They need my powers to
open the Gate.”
It
was as if the participants in this ancient ritual sensed her thoughts
and the sounds, movement and manifestations of thoughtforms
intensified and filled the collective aura.
Slowly
she rose and showed her formidable length and living hair. When she
opened her arms to embrace them all, the chaotic scenery felt silent.
Nothing moved.
“Let
the ritual begin.”, it were the first words she spoke in ages.
It
was in 2014/2015 when the North-Koreans started a major project to
immanentise the Eschaton. Never before were the Great Powers driven
towards planetary annihilinisation, comparable only to the Cuban
crisis in the Cold War-period. All because of a tiny rock in the
Japanese Sea, which was claimed and renamed Yin by China. Japans
forces were on highest alert. When finally emotions calmed down to
the levels of secret operations and local warfare and rebellion,
nobody realised the point of no return had passed. The long planned
extinction of the human race had begun. Indeed many things do come to
pass.
I
am totally aware of the fact, that the ritual had begun. But in fact,
I do not know who I am, where I am and why I am here in the first
place. I am watching a group of sparrows on a neighbouring roof. By
means of an intense feedingcampaig, the flock now counts about 100
birds.
This
planet is a strange place. Primitive instincts, high technology and
an agressive attitude against change and development.
In
the meantime, in the Yucatan rainforest, the eyes of a giant
Maya-statue, representing Tlaloc, the raingod, began to weep and soon
the monsoonrain started to pour; never to stop. Nobody saw and
understood this, but Laura, a Dutch tourist, who suddenly realised,
that “the End of the World” had begun. Destruction by water, yet
again and the rise of Atlantis afterwards.
So
I told you about the sparrows and the “End of our World”. In the
meantime I am lookingt out of the window and see endless row of
vehicles moving around. The local people I met so far are extremely
good at one thing: denying the evidence of their own senses.
Lost
and found
I
lost you,
with
my eyes wide open.
On
that beach I died for you,
Maya-poison
on my brain.
I
lost you in that eternal night.
When
giant crows and ravens
kill
the dying.
Eat
you said.
And
I did.
SIGNS
OF CHANGE
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