Spoiler Alert: The Sun Will Rise Again

Dawn at GMT+3

Dawn at GMT+3

Mojo, Ace, Mark, Susan and I greeted the dawn of the new age at 6:21, GMT+3.

This, actually, was not the easiest thing to do, not because we had to dodge zombies, but we had to find a beach on this island.  Knowing we had to leave early in the morning, I did not want to discover en route that we could not find an empty beach to stop at.  Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours scouting out a spot on the eastern side of the island.

Secondly, I had to convince the troops to go.  Last night when I told them what I wanted to do, the conversation went like this.

Mark said, “Sounds like a Mom-thing.”

I insisted, “It’s historic.  The next cycle won’t start for another 2,000 years.”

“What time do we have to get up?” he asked suspiciously.

“5:30.  You can sleep in the car.”

“Noooo! Not on our holidays!  I can’t believe you’re making us do this.”

Obviously my cunning repertoire convinced them to go.

Ric's Country Kitchen Doomsday Bash

After we took our photos, Mojo insisted our first meal in the new age be biscuits and bacon at Ric’s Country Kitchen.

“Nooo, we want to go hooooome,” wailed the boys on our deaf ears.

The party streamers and stragglers were cleaned up by the time we arrived.  But the last of the ancient Gods met us, and we toasted the new day with beer.

Enki God of Heaven and Earth and his antelope having a beer with a friend in Ancient Dilmun or Bahrain

Enki God of Heave and Earth and his antelope having a beer with a friend. Dilmun seals found in Bahrain, the ancient Dilmun.

So far, the news from Paradise is the next 2,760 years will be better.

Peace to everyone on earth.

And to the survivalists, you can turn in your semi-automatic weapons now.

Tidying Up for the New Age

November 13 1833 the night the stars fell

A story my great,great-grandfather used to tell was when he was a young boy working on Erie Canal, he watched the greatest astronomical spectacle in recorded history – The Night The Stars Fell.

What? You never heard of it?

On November 12-13, 1833, watching what they believed were falling stars, people concluded the Day of Judgment had arrived.  The nine-hour, meteor show was so intense the night sky looked like a snow storm.  The story had a happy ending.  The humans survived, and from that night, scientists began formulating their first meteor theories.

Today, scientists are busy posting articles that December 21st is the end of a Mayan calendar cycle, not the apocalypse.  They are also busy debunking the Planet X rumors.

Twelfth Planet by Zecharia Sitchin

In 1976, the late author Zecharia Sitchin claimed in his translation of the Sumerian texts, he rediscovered the lost planet Nibiru, which allegedly orbits the sun once every 3,600 years.  In his translations, Sitchin referred to four regions where the Nefilim resettled man.  The fourth, a “holy” region, was called Til.mun.

Other Sumerian archeologists translate Bahrain’s ancient name as Dilmun.

“Ziusudra, the king, having prostrated himself before An and Enlil…they bestowed eternal life upon him as a god…They installed him in a country overseas: At Dilmun, where the sun rises.”

– Sumerian text l.254-262 from Traces of Paradise: The Archaeology of Bahrain

Gilgamesh and Enki Dilmun era tablets from Bahrain

Gilgamesh holding the lion. The god Enki standing at the head where the two waters meet. Tablets uncovered in Bahrain.

Ziusudra was the Sumerian hero who survived the great flood.  Gilgamesh’s epic journey was to find immortality in Ziusudra’s Paradise.  Over millennia, as the flood story continued to be told, Ziusudra’s name was changed to Noah.

Overtime, Zecharia Sitchin decided Til.mun was not our little island.  He said the texts referred to Til.mun land and Til.mun city, the other being in the Sinai.  But I still think he should have visited the Bahrain Museum and studied the original, Dilmun seals.

Dilmun seal with Enki enclosed in a room  perhaps a teleporter

Dilmun seal on display at the museum. Enki is holding his two jars of water and standing “in an enclosed chamber.” Could that be a teleporter?

This last day of the 13th b’ak’tun in the ancient Mayan calendar system, I am cleaning up my desk.  Living between Dilmun’s ancient tombs, my family and I wait to see whether we, like my great, great-grandfather, live to tell the tale about the dragons and rabbits in Paradise.  I suspect one day, my great, great-grandchildren will read this post and giggle at our quaint notions and antiquated communication systems.

Mayan nay-sayers and doomsdayers aside, I hope a new era is beginning.

 

Note:  You can read about the Dilmun Seals and learn about Bahrain’s ancient history in this 2000 museum catalog, Traces of Paradise: The Archaeology of Bahrain 2500BC-300AD.  Edited by Harriet Crawford and Michael Rice.

 

How to Deal with Adam Lanza Within Our Hearts

   

Buddha in Sri Lanka to give hope for the mental and spiritual relief for December 2004 Tsunami victims

Buddha to give hope for the mental and spiritual relief to the December 2004 Sri Lanka Tsunami victims.


Betrayal

Judas the disciple of Christ,

Judas the betrayer of Christ,

Judas who repented for his sin,

Judas who paid for his sin

With his own life.

Can we ever understand or know

The violence and passion of this man –

The violence of his intention

And the passion of his love?

Perhaps more than any other

He recognized Jesus as Messiah;

If he did, how could he believe

The Messiah could die?

Can we ever understand or know

Why Judas was Judas?

And how to deal with him within our hearts?

Nalini Jayasuriya, Sri Lanka

Vigils to End Gun Violence

 

Mr Rogers photo from Moveon.org

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.”

To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.” – Mr. Rogers. From moveon.org

People do care.  And within so many, there is a deep courage which comes out when it is least expected.  I honor the teachers who give so much to our children and protect them when their parents are not around.  The Sandy Hook teachers are heroes and guardian angels.

Around the USA, as Americans grieve over the Newtown, Connecticut tragedy, people with love in their hearts are gathering to bring light on gun violence.  If you have been to a vigil, add your photo holding the light for these poor souls.  It helps.

My heart goes out to their families, the teachers, and the community who must feel like the end of the world has arrived.

 

Superman Smiles – Who Else Will Be Happy?

Superman Waving Egyptian Flag near the Nile v2

Superman and his team have been out voicing their opinion and encouraging people to vote.  We are praying for good news tomorrow.

A Message from Our Mother “We are of One Heart”

Saffron Restaurant, Muharraq Bahrain

Saffron Restaurant, Muharraq Bahrain

Superman’s appearance in Tahrir Square was not the only sign of hope I saw yesterday.  After applying make-up over my teary face, I drove to Muharraq to meet my Bahraini friend for breakfast.  We agreed to meet “in the big parking lot” before walking over to Saffron together.

A busload of school girls and their mothers crowded the alley’s entrance.

Um Hassan and school girls in Muharraq Bahrain

“Hello, hello,” the girls said to me, practicing their English.

My friend recognized the elderly woman the girls were gathered around.

“Salam alay-kum Um Hassan,” she called out to her, waving.

The woman returned the greeting and waved to us.

“Who is that?” I asked.

“Um Hassan.  The mother of Bahrain,” my friend told me.  “I recognize her from the television.”

“When the teachers started protesting at the Pearl Roundabout, she was the first woman who volunteered to go help in the schools.  She is not educated, but she did not want the schools to be shut down.  They interviewed her and she talked about how Bahrain and all Bahrainis were her children.  Her speech moved many people.  It was repeated over and over again.”

“My Children you are the crown on my head. You are my children and the children of Bahrain … All of us are One and are of one heart. Our flag is red like our hearts. My Child, Bahrain, deserves the best.  It raised us.  Since we were born, all we saw was Bahrain. We are on one track.  We want One heart. Our heart is red like our flag but it’s pure and white and we love everyone and our people are one.”

“Let’s meet her,” I said.

“You want to?” my friend asked.

“Of course.” I said, diving into the girls.

As the Mother of Bahrain held out her arms to embrace me, the abaya-clad women took photos.

Um Hassan The Mother of Bahrain in Muharraq Bahrain

“Our King is the bird and we are the two wings.  A bird can’t fly with one wing and I say, May God guide everyone, all of us, Sunna and Shia.  This land – we will not fail it.”

These revolutions are not just about the youth.  Superman and Um Hassan are carrying messages and lessons learned from all those who have gone, and suffered, before us.

“And please forgive me. I love you and love the land that you walk on. I love you my children. Maybe good will come out of this harm.

The spirit has awoken and you have all awoken and gathered around. May God bless you.”

– Quotes from Um Hassan’s speech to the Second Gathering of National Unity.

Um Hassan Bahraini Emblem given to me by Um Hassan

Bahrain pin given to me by Um Hassan

Superman Takes a Stand in Tahrir Square

Superman in Tahrir Square, Cairo Egypt Dec 7 2012

“You’ve got to see what my crazy father is doing,” Mojo said when I woke up this morning.

He showed me the photo on his Ipad.  Superman was sitting in Tahrir Square protesting President Morsy and his constitution.  His slogan was simple and to the point.  “NO.”

My eyes brimmed with tears.

“Egypt has been a Muslim country for fourteen hundred years,” my father-in-law had told me during his visit.  “We don’t need an Islamic government telling us how to behave.”

Mojo’s family holds Egypt’s memories.  Since the beginning of time, his mother’s family has lived in Egypt.  Her great, great-grandfather was the Grand Mufti of Cairo married to Rifa’a al-Tahtawi’s sister.  Al-Tahtawi wrote about the patriotic responsibility of citizenship and how a divided Egypt would fall to outside invaders.

For generations, Superman‘s family married into the royal family, acted as military officers, and managed the royal land.  His father was a senator who drafted legislation to turn land over to the fellahin.  His presence in Tahrir Square, the garden of his youth, is a positive sign.  This 78-year old man represents generations of moderate, tolerant, Egyptians.

The light of his ancestors shines on him.

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