End Of Time @ MindSay

World serves its own needs,
Listen to your heart bleed...

Interesting are the days in which we find our selves. It is strange to see in my part of the world people wearing traditional South American garb. And strange it is to know that this people trace their ancestry back to the Mayans...

I have recently discovered that I live in the Land at the End of Time and I quite enjoy this fact for the waters of the mighty rivers nourish the land of the Mayans and all shall come to a head on December 21, 2012...

I've had plenty of opportunities to leave this area and yet I have always felt as if I should stay and now I beginning to see why this is. I have always wanted to see the end of the world and maybe I will get my wish though this will only be the end of a phase according to the Long Calendar, and not the end of everything, it is at least an end that I have an opportunity to witness in my life time and one is not always given this type of opportunity and I shall live it to its fullest...

Though I find myself a bit curious as to what will unfold before my eyes - will it happen with a bang or will happen without anyone noticing other than those who know what to look for? There is so much that I would like to know, but I suppose that I will have to wait like the Mayans for it to happen...

And so it is and so it shall be...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...

And the Mayans...

A few months ago, I made a vow that I would be out of TK Maxx by the end of August, shafting them the way I myself had been shafted.

Today, I can happily reveal that this is indeed happening. I'm handing my notice in tomorrow, and should be starting at Specsavers by the end of June. I'll know more on Monday, so I'll let you know then. I'll also go into more details about how all of this came about. Don't have the time to write it all right now.

In other news, Tuesday will see the launch of a new series of blog entries. Basically, I'm gonna be writing daily for two weeks, so that Mena can read them all when she comes back from Egypt. Tuesday'll count as Day 0, because that's the day she leaves, but yeah. They'll have individual blog titles, based on the day's happenings, with the day number at the start (Day 0: Goodbye TK Maxx - I Kept My Promise, for example).

So yeah, I'll update on Monday about my new job, and what I know, and then Tuesday should be an emotional one. Two weeks without Mena, how the fuck am I gonna be able to cope? :(

Goodbye TK Maxx. Sept 2006 - June 2008.

-=Gavvie=-

Perhaps the beginning of troubles is near an end and the real trouble is about to begin.

I'm not one to often trust in ancient prophecies unless they come from the Christian Bible... but there are things spoken of in several ancient texts that seem to agree in effect with this present age and with the Bible.

Its been said that if honey bees become extinct that soon after, within several years, human life would end.

Aztec clock points to 2012 as the end of time.

I Ching also points to about 2012 as the end of time.

Some say the Bible speaks of a 7000 year lease God gave man on earth... Going by the Hebrew calender, we are almost at 6000 years now. Add to that the Millenial Reign, and that is the 7000 years... in other words, six "days" and a Sabbath of rest.

Honey bees are dying. Moral decay is rampant. I expect that if Hilary were to obtain the throne, she would try to declare herself as God. Barack might also try that trick...

The earth its self is groaning with pains... global warming... horrible earthquakes... air pollution... water pollution... tsunamis... cyclones... floods... food shortages... famine in some places...

If you trust the weatherman to try telling you when its gonna rain, why not trust someone who is telling you something more important?

I'm going to go after again. This time I'm playing on my terms, no way am I about to let the best thing in my life just walk right out......Candace and I are meant to be with each other and lemme tell you I don't know the meaning of give up....it's time to stop chasing and it's time to start being chased.......it's time for me to put an end to the games period and see why she is so afraid to take a risk, to take a leap of faith on the one man who has treated her like a Goddess....don't try to stop me or talk me out of it...................my mind is made up

Among the chaos and the wheel, scattered all around.
On the wild windy wave I'm tossed, cast away and lost,
Now I understand what those sad songs say...

Sitting and waiting at the Garage at the End of the Universe. Sitting and waiting is something I do well for it has been asked of me, "You never get bored, do you?" And many will be amazed to realize that I do not get bored even whilst sitting at the Garage at the End of the Universe...

I don't really have a concept of what boredom means. Well, that not exactly true for I do know the meaning of the word, I am overly educated and such. It is that I cannot relate to boredom, my brain has no baseline with which to base the experience. I'm not sure my brain is wired to accept boredom. If I am sitting doing nothing, I am sitting doing nothing. If I am waiting for vehicle maintenance, that is what I am doing and I do not have the need to do any more...

And the mass within my cranium does not wish me to find something else to do for these periods when I'm told I should be bored are the times when my brain can ponder the great mysteries of this life - pondering the infinite to finite area of this waiting room, there is nothing beyond the scope of my wondering...

I actually enjoy being forced to do nothing but sit about and think. I suppose I could fret about being forced to do nothing to occupy my time, but my brain will not allow me to concern myself with the lack of time-consuming activity. And because of this miracle of technology that sits in my hand, I can tell the entire planet of experience in the Garage at the End of the Universe...

For a vast majority of the time I sat, I was accompanied by two fellow travelers on this planet - one female and one male. The female seems to be the most at ease of the two for she is involved in her book though I do not know that the title is. The man is suffering, I presume, from boredom. He gets up and paces every so often, he has read his paper, he has bought two beverages from the machine that was designed to vend them, and he is watching me - curious as to what I'm doing whilst I write about him watching me...

And so here we are and here we shall remain - we three travelers whose paths have crossed at the Garage at the End of the Universe. Will our paths ever cross again in this lifetime? That I cannot answer for each answer my mind can find brings about a dozen more questions. We three in one room sitting at three different walls for it is not socially acceptable to get too close to each other given the size of the room. So in fact we are three solitary voyagers on this trip, yet we share the same vehicle...

And it is quite a strange time indeed to be with my fellow travelers and yet traveling alone, but I suppose that this is how it is and I must accept the fact that it will not change for we have met at a single point and we are not traveling upon the same lines...

Ew, I have peaked the gentleman's curiosity by popping out the SD card from my PDA. I wonder what it is exactly he finds so interesting about this action? And this is another great mystery that I have discovered on this long walk I call my life...

And now we are joined by a fourth member of our merry band - another female. She seems fixated by the television. And so she has joined us at this point, and now she occupies the remaining wall of the room - each separate and yet united at the singularity...

Up goes the male for a walk, a big sigh is heard from the book reader, the newest member of our group begins to swing her feet back and forth...

The sounds, the smells all indicate that we are in fact deep within the bowels of the Garage at the End of the Universe. And the booker reader is gone to travel where she must, and the pacer has wondered off and has not returned to our abode, which leaves me alone but for the television watching person. It is possible that the pacer has continued his journey without us. Again, this life is full of mysteries that I dare not upset the harmony that I perceive...

The lots have been drawn and it is my turn to face judgment, so I too shall leave the singularity and venture beyond the event horizon on my journey to my final destination...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...