Today’s date is 11.26.2012. Not including today, our world has just another 25 days of existence. As esoterics, quoting the Mayan Calendar, believe, on December 21, towards 11 in the morning, our World will cease to exist. However, one could survive this Apocalypse but only if one will be in the village of Bugarach which […]
Today’s date is 11.26.2012.
Not including today, our world has just another 25 days of existence.
As esoterics, quoting the Mayan Calendar, believe, on December 21, towards 11 in the morning, our World will cease to exist.
However, one could survive this Apocalypse but only if one will be in the village of Bugarach which is in the Aude department of France.
Yet, just being in Bugarach won’t suffice.
No, you have to be on the spaceship which, from the beginning of time, has been waiting deep inside the 4,040 ft. high (1,231 meters) Pic de Bugarach – Bugarach mountain peak – to take the lucky few who would be able to reach it and scramble aboard this modern-day Noah’s Arc, up into the sky, to start a new world somewhere else, in another place or in another dimension.
I’ve written about Bugarach – population 189 and 503 miles (809 kilometers) southwest from Paris, here and here where you would be able to read all about Bugarach’s significance to esoteric and not only to esoteric folk but to those who believe there is more to life and death than meets the eye.
As you will read the mayor and inhabitants of Bugarach have been worried for some time about this date of December 21, 2012. They fear an influx of people hell-bent on not dying on this December day. Not only would they not be able to cope with thousands of visitors, but they also fear a Waco type mass suicide. A suicide of people who did not succeed in getting on to the spaceship and prefer rather to die at their own hand than in some terrible disaster – a flood or a fire. Or, a mass suicide of disappointed people: people who had looked forward to a new life in a better place, perhaps the paradise their faith made them believe would be theirs when their earthly life has ended, but there had been no ending and they were still on this planet of ours. And they still could not pay the bond on the house, or they still needed that operation for cancer, or they had to go back to that terrible job of theirs.
However, now Bugarach mayor Jean-Pierre Delord and the prefect of the region, Eric Freysselinard, 51, have clamped a ban on any “weirdos” to use the mayor’s description, from going anywhere near the Bugarach mountain.
The mayor said that the area is already “swarming with hippies, many of them naked, who drop litter and make a mess. This is no laughing matter. If 10,000 people turn up on December 21, our village will not be able to cope.”
Backed by Prefect Freysselinard, the area will now be closed off by a force of over 200 gendarmes (militarized police) and firemen which includes 11 gendarmes from the elite “mountain squadron”. The men will be in place from Monday, December 17 and until at least three days after Friday, December 21.
So, will this world still be around at nightfall on December 21?
That’s the question, but do know that this Doomsday prediction is the 183rd in the last 2000 years.
UPDATE : THURSDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2012
The inhabitants of Bugarach say they can’t take it anymore.
Thousands … tens of thousands … millions maybe … want to be in Bugarach when the clock strikes midnight this night, but the 198 who call the village ‘home’ want to get away from it. Far away from it.
Mayor Jean-Pierre Delord, in trying to keep the villagers calm told them on Wednesday that they should relax, should take it easy and that there was nothing to worry about because by Saturday, December 22, it will all be over.
Well, what he meant was that on Saturday morning, a weak winter sun caressing the Bugarach mountain peak, the world will still be in existence, and the visitors – the tourists, the pilgrims and the journalists (there are easily one for each visitor) – would have gone back to their own homes and countries, and their village will once again be the tranquil haven as before.
Alas, some of the visitors interpreted Mayor Delord’s words differently and it was confirmation to them that the world was indeed going to come to an end on Friday.
One of them, a young man with long dark hair and in a long dark robe, wind and hair blowing in the mountain breeze, began to chant, “I know the Lord’s coming! The Lord’s coming! The Lord’s coming! Hallelujah!”
How he got into the village no one knew because 100 gendarmes either on foot, on motorcycles, in trucks and jeeps, have cordoned off the village and the Pic (mountain peak) and only villagers equipped with a pass have been allowed across the gendarmes’ barriers. Helicopters flying overhead are further ensuring that no one climbs over a hedge or swims through a stream to get to the mountain peak.
As villagers told this morning’s Le Parisien newspaper their mayor is exhausted.
Said one: “You know, he’s been getting phone calls every night from weirdoes asking him if he does not have a bunker they can rent.”
The villagers do not only find the ‘weirdoes’ annoying but so too the journalists. They complain that the moment they step outside, a journalist sticks a microphone into their face and a camera flashes.
“I wish,” said one aged villager to Le Parisien, “that it is going to start snowing and that a meter of snow will fall so that no one will be able to get here.”
Tranquil haven said someone.
Perhaps haven was not a good word to use.
Anyway … we’ll speak again on Saturday …