So I spent a rather interesting birthday here at home today. I came down with some kind of cold or flu bug this past week, and it’s gotten progressively worse. Needless to say, there wasn’t much of a party going on in my world this weekend, so I wound up in front of the computer with some time to burn. Uh-oh…
I’d seen a program last night on the History Channel about the Mayan Doomsday Prophecy. The program showed some eerie similarities between the implications of the Mayan “Sun Stone,” the ancient Chinese I Ching, the Book of Revelation, and the ancient seers of Rome, Greece, and Europe. I’ve been meaning for awhile to do some research on HOW the Mayan calendar works, so I decided to start my day by Googling “December 21, 2012.” I should’ve known I’d still be sitting here twelve hours later.
Now I’m no conspiracy theorist by any stretch of the imagination, but I immediately stumbled across a website (and two or three articles in particular) that I think warrant some examination. The website is called VIEWZONE, and there’s no doubt that it is geared for the Art Bell crowd. The Doomsday Article that popped up was a layman’s description of how the Mayan Calendar works, and the current science that supports some interpretations of the Mayan/Incan Sun Stone; a quick read that proved informative and (for the most part) avoided the sensationalism that usually accompanies this kind of “journalism.”
Then I clicked on a link called Viewzone Confidential…
The envelope was like a set of Russian dolls, one inside the other. The first one revealed a flight itinerary that made two stop-overs prior to landing in Fairbanks. Inside this envelope was yet another envelope that had a message written in black magic marker, "Read when you are alone."
I went to my office and peaked (sic). Inside was a manuscript of copied, printed pages and, yes, another envelope. The papers were from a technical journal, with technical jargon, and were authored by a Dr. Bernard Eastlund. As I thumbed through it I noticed that various parts had been hi lighted with a yellow marker, but it was long and tedious and so I focused on the remaining envelope.
Inside this there was a single index card and a small tin button, the kind you bend and pin on your lapel. It was red and had three white words on it, "Khalua Is Sweet!" The card had a hand written note, "Wear the pin if we are safe."
I had the feeling something was missing. I turned the envelope upside down and shook it, but it was empty. I looked at everything for a few minutes, trying to understand what was happening, but it just made me more confused. That evening I read the technical papers, and it only added to my confusion.
I was hooked. A couple hours later I finished the fascinating story, and was convinced that however true it may or may not be, it would make one heckuva movie. Cross Indiana Jones with The X Files, and throw in a dash of The Da Vinci Code, and you have a rough idea of how this thing plays out. The fact that you can go online and immediately start verifying many of the claims makes it all the more intriguing.
This of course convinced me to start poking around the rest of the website. Now please don’t misunderstand, there are definitely some fringe ideas floating around there, but one article really stopped me in my tracks. It’s called When Bad is Good: What is Money Anyway? It’s all about the U.S. Dollar and its significance in the world — past, present, and future. Well-researched, reasonbly subjective, and most of all… COMPELLING, I really think it’s worthy of the 5-10 minutes it’ll take to read. Check it out, then lemme know what you think.
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