And we have had generations of believers in various Christian denominations believing that the world would end—and that Jesus would return—on all sorts of dates throughout the last two thousand years of history. Apocalyptic cults have been with us for centuries, and they always make for interesting reading. Of course, maybe the Rapture did happen and we are all that’s left.
I wouldn’t be surprised.
But why should we pay attention to the Mayans culture no one really knows very much about, and whatever they had to say about the end of their own calendar?
The short answer is: we shouldn’t.
After all, the Mayan End-of-the-World-2012 meme may be the most potent form of misdirection on the planet right now. It implies that if there is some kind of major disturbance in December 2012 that it was inevitable, that it was cosmic, that it was written in our stars.
In other words, that it wasn’t the act of some power-mad, insanely megalomaniacal political or military or corporate cabal bent on driving the last nail into the coffin of all that is right and good with the world, the hemisphere, the country.
The Mayan astronomers created their elaborate calendrical system—one of the most sophisticated in history—in the employ of the state. This was a time when church and state were one, as they have been for millenia of western and eastern history. We in the United States of America have grown up believing that there is no crossover between these two institutions: that our political lives and our religious lives are separate and do not “bleed” over from one side to the other. That, of course, is nonsense. You don’t need to be a forensic analyst with a can of Luminol to see that the blood is everywhere.
While the legal separation of church and state—enshrined in our Constitution and most specifically in our Bill of Rights—is a fact, it is one of those things that looks better on paper than it does in real life. We live in one of the most spiritually frantic eras of all time, when abortion rights, gay marriage, and other “social” issues divide the country along what seem to be political lines but which are, in reality, purely religious boundaries. For instance, the arguments concerning abortion rights and gay marriage really boil down to the question of the soul and its relation to the human body: when does the soul enter the developing foetus? Does that make it a person? If gay people cannot procreate—and thus provide material basis for more souls—should their unions be blessed? Or even tolerated?
But these are questions for philosophers, theologians and talk radio hosts. The manipulation of religious sentiments for political purposes is a mainstay of American life. We know that. But right now the survival of our individual human bodies may seem more immediately important than fuzzy theories about the nature of the soul, the spirit, or life after death. The New Age Mayan “prophecies” answer both needs, by framing human survival in almost mystical terms. The rebirth of the planet. The illumination of the masses. Cosmic consciousness.
Which is not to say that some form of spiritual advice—some Kabbalah, for instance—would not be relevant (and welcome) to the matter at hand.
Which brings us to this, the addendum to S.K. Bain’s Most Dangerous Book in the World. It is, in a sense, the climax to the long build-up in volume one. It’s the punch line, but no one is laughing.
Readers will be shocked at what Bain has to say about 2012. This has nothing to do with Mayan prophecy or Biblical millenialism, which are only window-dressing for the actual event. It has everything to do with political events as mega-rituals, and with the conscious application of ritual technology to the manipulation of mass psychology. Isn’t that what the Mayans were all about? If the Mayan astronomers painted the veil in the millenial Temple full of stars, Bain’s book is about the Man Behind the Curtain. (This seemingly gnomic statement will make a great deal of sense to those who have already read volume one and who are eager to rush through volume two to see what Bain—not the Mayans—predicts for us all.)
I just hope that Bain is wrong. I pray that he is just another millenialist in a long tradition of millenialism, chiliastic panic and eschatological angst.
But I have my doubts.
Bain’s Konspiracy Kabbalah is internally consistent, and the numbers are infernally insistent. He knows that we are being worked up into some kind of fever over the end of 2012, with everything from History Channel documentaries on aliens and ancient astronauts to New Age mystics and their groupies burning sage bundles in airless New York City apartments. Everyone is pointing everywhere else … except at where it matters. For if the world is coming to an end in 2012 do we have any doubt at all that the Powers That Be—that Freemasonry of fratricides, homicides and genocides—have already fueled their space shuttles and wire-transferred their Cayman Island account holdings to a Savings and Loan on Mars?
More likely, according to Bain, they have orchestrated a magnificent tragedy for us to witness on the winter solstice, some cinematic devastation that will finish what 9/11 only started. It will be an event replete with arcane symbols and ritual gestures, something that would make a semiotician blush with shame or lust: Earth-shattering explosions. Destruction of biblical proportions.
This is not a book for the nervous. It is, after all, the Most Dangerous Book in the World. It should come with a warning, like a pack of cigarettes or an R-rated movie. But aren’t we tired of being protected by the state? Haven’t we finally realized that taking our shoes and belts off at airports is nothing more than theater? And isn’t the root of theater ritual itself?
So throw caution to the radioactive winds. Open this book and start in. Unless, that is, you move your lips when you read. In which case close the book now. We don’t need another voice chanting the evocations that will bring Apocalypse even closer than the December 25, 2012 drop-dead date.
And let the Powers That Be realize that Bain is on to you. He knows where the bodies will be buried. He has counted the numbers of the Beast—all of them—and has calculated the odds and hedged our bets with a view towards balancing the books. So no matter what happens on December 25, 2012 … you’re screwed.
Peter Levenda – August 2012