We hear a lot about 2012 and how people expect it to be the end of the world. The world isn’t going to end. It’s just the end of the Mayan calendar. Personally, I think the Mayans got to 2012 and figured it was so far off, that it didn’t really matter whether they kept counting – someone could figure out the rest when it got closer. They were right. How relevant is 2012 to the Mayans?!
But then there are the rest of us, and boy, have some of us whipped ourselves in a frenzy over it. If there is any change at all, I think it will be a shift in consciousness, where we start realizing all of the pain that we have caused our earth, our society and each other and start changing our ways. Wishful thinking? Maybe.
Last night I had a dream. It gave me a glimpse into one possible course of events that could lead to the 2012 that we keep hearing about. Was it a bad dream? Yes, if you believe in “bad.” (I don’t believe in “bad.” Bad is just a low degree of good, and there is good in everything.) Was it unbearable? No. In fact, as negative as the situation seemed in my dream, there was an eerie calm about the whole thing. No panic. Just a realization that a door had opened where people could truly live for each other instead of for themselves.
What was this event? I’m not going to say, because I don’t want to feed that kind of energy or give fodder for anyone else to do so. The dream didn’t deal with the end of the world, but maybe the end of the world as we have come to know it. No more greed and selfishness. Everyone on an equal footing, no matter their former background, their social or financial status, their race, religion or any other way of comparing ourselves so far. All equal. All for one, one for all. Sort of like a metaphysical Noah’s Ark. A symbolic washing away of the untrue and unnecessary, except in this story, everyone gets to go along for the ride.
As I said, the dream was scary in some ways. Relieving, and maybe even refreshing in others. Some would consider this course of events a disaster. But with time, we would all see what a blessing it truly is. No one is physically hurt. No bombs, no earthquakes, no tsunamis. No floods, no frogs, no locusts. Just peace and brotherhood. Oh, most of those other things will likely happen sooner or later. They always do, but that’s another story for another time.
In my dream, I saw what was happening, and immediately got that sinking feeling you get when you realize it’s something big, and there ain’t a thing you can do to stop it. But then you realize what it means as you wait for the calm. And it was calm. Not in a fearful way, but in a peaceful way.
In some ways, I dread that my dream will come true. And in some ways I dread that it won’t. This lopsided world of extremes, with nothing in the middle to hold the ends together, can’t continue to survive as it is. Something’s gotta give. And it very well may. But even if it does, like most situations, good things will come out of it. More than most of us could ever imagine. Was my dream beyond possibility? No. Was it probable? No. But it could realistically happen. Let’s wait and see. And like any “bad” situation, let’s make the best of it if it does!