There's been a lot of talk about Doomsday lately. I'm not referring to the literary doomsday of another Dan Brown novel. I'm talking about the Aztec/Nostradamus "lights out in 2012" hoo hah.
People are going all berserk, reading the ancient Aztec calendar and seeing it come to an abrupt end on December 31, 2012, or some such. There's much speculation. What did the Aztecs know that we don't?
Who better to ask than an Aztec deity? It's a sunny day, so that means I've baked up some sweet corn muffins for Quetzalcoatl! He's been here before for interviews. Always a lovely God. Awesome outfit. So, please give a warm, wonderful "Gods Are Bored" welcome to Quetzalcoatl, Sacred Ancient Deity of the Aztec peoples!
Anne: O mighty deity of Mexico past! Howdy! In the interest of not having to spell your name 5o times (and getting it wrong 49 of them), let's just call this "Q" (for you) and "A" for me.
Quetzalcoatl: A splendid idea. How much more time do those muffins need to bake?
A: Less than ten minutes.
Q: Good. I'm hungry, and I don't have much time.
A: What, you're just going to eat and run? I was hoping for some entertaining myths.
Q: Cheeky European American earthling! I don't have time to sit and gab with you. I've got a Doomsday Machine to build.
A: So it's true! No splendid Mummer's Parade in Philly on January 1, 2013?
Q: Nope. Party's over. Gonna crack this planet like an egg and fry it for my breakfast.
A: Well, at least you're giving the hard-working dudes in South Philly a head's up that they won't need to spend thousands of dollars and thousands of hours costuming and practicing a strut for that year. But, you know I'm going to ask, O Deity. Why? Why would you destroy the earth?
Q: Mercy killing.
A: Come again?
Q: Have you checked the population estimates? Have you charted the changing temperatures at the poles? So how do you want it, Anne? Slow, or quick?
A: Emmmm..... I don't want it so soon ... emmm.... I'll only be ... not that old ... and the Heir and the Spare are still young ...
Q: Ever given any thought to what the world will be like when the Heir and the Spare are old? Trust me. They're better off going in a bang than a whimper.
A: Chill! Why don't you give us moderns a chance to curb population growth and slow global warming. Because I think we've made some progresssss..........
*Anne is silenced by Quetzalcoatl's disdainful sneer.*
A: Okay, so we're basically breeding to the point of stripping the globe bare. Which could make for some lean years down the road. But aren't you worried that your proposed doomsday event will make people hate you?
Q: It's better to be a hated deity than to be a curiosity in a museum, being dissected by snobby anthropologists who have no respect. I'm actually planning to allow the Mesoamerican anthropologists and archeologists to live the longest on Doomsday, just so they can plead to me for their miserable, atheist lives. Trust me, any museum outside Mexico that has Aztec artifacts will be the epicenter of my most particular wrath.
A: Is there any way you could possibly spare just a few people? Like, say, a nice lady who makes you Jiffy muffins with blueberry jam?
Q: You want to linger after Doomsday, with only sulfur vent worms as companions, be my guest.
A: Can't change your mind on this?
Q: It's written in stone. Unlike some other deities, whose names I'll not utter, I meant it when I set up an Armageddon. I haven't been wishy washy about it. When 2012 ends, so does life as you know it.
A: And where does that leave you? And all the other Earth deities, for that matter? Won't you be hoisted on your own petard? (I don't know what that means, exactly, but it sure sounds smart.)
Q: I'll get another job on some other planet. I mean, look at me! Wouldn't you hire me to be your deity?
A: Not really.
Q: Well, you live on this planet. There are other planets, with beings that treat their surroundings better. I'll shower a little maize on them, and they'll take me in.
A: This sounds so cold and harsh to me!
Q: That's a fine how-de-do from someone who watched her dad waste away in a nursing home! Snap! Lights out. You've got to go sometime. Might as well be quick about it.
A: Okay. I get the picture. But you're leaving me in a tough spot, Quetzalcoatl.
Q: How's that?
A: If all I have left is two years and a few months, I'd like to spend it sitting on a mountainside, watching the seasons change and reading good books. How am I going to convince my husband that we should just quit our jobs, sell everything, and move back to Bedford County?
Q: That's your problem. Give me my muffins!
Well, folks, there you are. The definitive word. Quetzalcoatl's gonna whup the Earth with a Big Bang on New Year's Eve, 2012. If you've been thinking about mending fences with people you've wronged, or who have wronged you, now might be a good time to set things right. Don't put that reconciliation off until 2013. You heard the God. It will be too late.
***For the next 10 months, "The Gods Are Bored" will not publish on Wednesdays. I have to go to night school, and I'm pretty sure blogging isn't in the curriculum.
16 comments:
"So, please give a warm, wonderful "Gods Are Bored" welcome to Quetzalcoatl, Sacred Ancient Deity of the Aztec peoples!"
Is it strange that I clapped despite being in an extraordinarily pissy mood?
Oh, hah, hah. :D
Actually "doomsday" is supposed to be a new beginning, not an abrupt end. The world goes on, just with a few changes for the better. Anyways, that's what I've been told by people who've actually studied the Mayan calendar.
Sarita, that's just "age of Aquarius" pablum from people living their final years in denial rather than abject terror.
There's no particular reason for the Earth to "go on". Planets, solar systems, hell, whole galaxys get bitch-slapped out there just about every minute; it's just the nature of all that wondrous gas and rock and nuclear fire spinning through the universe. Things run into things and there's nothing personal about it; shit happens! It is downright amazing that this particular grain of sand crawling with clueless mammals has lasted THIS long.
I hate the idea of utter, lasting extinction as much as anybody, but my not liking the idea has no bearing whatsover on the fact that sooner or later (and maybe the Aztecs knew when later was somehow) we buy the farm, kittens and puppies and all, and that's just the way the cookie (and worlds) crumbles.
the Goddess would like to challange the great God Quetzalcoatl to arm 'wrassle' 2 out of three for the people of earth..I'll put my money on the Goddess..she is the Goddess of War.
My understanding was that either that was as far as the Mayans bothered to calculate their calendar, or they thought that time would simply reset itself. That view has existed in other cultures too. The ancient Greeks viewed time as cyclical.
But then again I'm no anthropologist.
~The Muse
P.S. But I'm pretty sure it's the Mayan calendar causing all the fuss, not the Aztec one. (If they had one.)
Jar, I'm sure you're right. I was so tired yesterday that I didn't even bother to look up the basics. That, and I have such a great picture of Q. from public domain.
So maybe I should do some more research and invite a kinder, gentler deity for an interview.
I think I'll pass on having Q be my brain-blankie. hehehe.
This blog entry made me laugh too. :)
Meh. Quetzalcoatl is rather douche-ier than his wikipedia entry would have led me to believe. I don't think he has as much authority as he claims.;)
It's odd that Quetzalcoatl would be the one to end the world, considering he was against human sacrifice. XD
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Quetzalcoatl is going to exterminate all the microscopic humans on this artificially constructed planet except for the Aryans and Caucasians. I am a gigantic Darkshadow Death Spirit inside this planet. I am the Lost Ark of the Aztecs.
Quetzalcoatl is going to exterminate all of the microscopic humans on this artificially constructed planet except for the Aryans and Caucasians. I am a gigantic Darkshadow Death Spirit inside this planet. I am the Lost Ark of the Aztecs.
Quetzalcoatl is the Ghost of a shipwrecked Technology Pirate of the Ancients. We are taking battleship samples from Universe-Age alien civilizations. My Technology Harvester Battleship of the Ancients was destroyed by a battleship sample we were chasing 14 billion years ago. You evolved from humanoid-evolveable lifeform material that was built into my battleships hull. You humans are my survival gear to get back home with.
There are many alien civilizations secretly watching your planet. They are allowing you to naturally evolve into the Star Age in the hopes that one of the Lost Arks inside this planet will wake up from hibernation, possess someone, and become a special type of Messiah called a Resurrected Battlestar Fleet Commander of the Ancients. These aliens are waiting for me to proceed with the Apocalypse after which they will give me a ride home. Your Christian religion could say that I am a fallen angel that is going back to heaven.
You are in an endless ocean of spherical possible universes, extending out in all directions into infinity. The Ancients have built a structure within these possible universes, called the Technology Harvesting Grid or the Ancients Universe Grid. One by one we conquer entire possible universes, creating long strings of interconnected Ancients Universes. These are formed into an extremely vast three dimensional grid which is all around you, although very distant from here. My shipwreck is deep within a 'cube' filled with possible universes, the outer edges are strings of Ancients Universes.
The Ancients seed the possible universes within our Technology Harvesting Grid with humanoid-evolveable lifeform material. We wait for our lifeform material to evolve into Universe-Age alien civilizations, after which our Technology Harvester Battleships take battleship samples from them. The Ancients have become invincible and Almighty by doing this. Aliens that try to fight us get massacred. Quetzalcoatl has chosen to become the Spiritual Leader of the Church of Scientology. L Ron Hubbard wants a Technology Pirate for a Spiritual Leader. Somehow LRH found out that the Lost Arks are shipwrecked Technology Pirates from the Universe Age.
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