So someone with access to the parallel universe of ultra-knowledge, knowledge that transcends science, geography, lived reality, has prophesied that tomorrow will be the end. The world, as I heard it on radio, will collapse inwards. And after that cataclysmic event, (otherwise known as the Rapture), reducing the known world to nothingness, there will be a second coming. I do not want to get into that part.
Last night, Bobby advised with that louche gleam in his eye, that whatever Douglas liked to do, he should do all night because, well, that’s the last opportunity….. And today, I think it was Admiral Nelson (sorry Alex, the girls do touch that dial) who said that we should all make sure to go to the hereafter with our bills paid up.
Led me to wondering what I would do with this known limited time. But I am drawing a blank. Would I be sitting on the water’s edge in some fabulously scenic place with family and friends, smoking a cigarette (ah!)? Going for a run in that fabulously scenic place? Dancing to melodic soca? Eating black pudding, oil own, cream-filled confections? Giving it to politicians?
But none of this is fantasy thinking is it? The magic (forget the dread part) about living knowingly in the last day is that you may get to do the thing that you deeply wanted to do but perhaps because of social convention, caution, wisdom, long sightedness, you do not.
I need more time to come to a decision on what to do. Hopefully the immediate prophesy will be an error and I can plan for the next end of the world prediction. Is that in 2012?
BTW: To those who have called down the end of the world, I wonder what will be their last thought, perhaps a satisfied, “ha, I told you so”.
Ah well.
Enjoying weekend with Jane in T&T; did my run round the Savannah a’ready ( IN YOUR FACE DOUGLAS ); banana, paw paw, back-bacon and eggs for breakfast.
D’ont know ’bout all’ya; but I done in Heaven a’ready!!
DS
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Can you imagine if they turned out to be right. There’d be a whole lot of egg covered faces then. Better not to take any chances, I’m stocking up on some Stag.
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Well it’s not the same like if you learn you have a terminal illness. In this case, everyone has the same fate.
Instinctively, I would crawl under the bed at least for a while.
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I assumed on Sunday, God would be showing Jen and I some great riding trails in heaven. See you guys then.
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Well October 21st is my birthdate. Now I am presumptuous that I am one of God’s people, so I need to think of a creative pre-celebration in the heavens before the Other big bang comes.
Wonder what flexibility will I be allowed and who will be there?
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Something with wine, food and people and the cats that I love, or a good book…ahhh boy choices choices. However, since I’m probably with you and Sarojini I got at least a good 5 months left to think about it. I’m with Sandra though- Wouldn’t it be wonderful if on the 21st Isis descends surrounded by all of her cats and recognises and rewards us for our roles as friends and champions of cats everywhere…that and will audits still matter?
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My thought this morning as electricity was shut off across St Lucia, was that if this is the last day, I want electricity so that I can relax at home reading a book. Could not think of anything else that I needed to do if there was no tomorrow.
Well the electricity is back, and just in case there is tomorrow, I have work to do in service to the OECS Member States, so it’s back to work with me.
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I think it says that from tomorrow God’s people will be taken up into the heavens and then by October 21st that will be the end. So we have some time to ponder on what to do in our last days Roberta. We have till October.
Have fun with your plans
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