Friday, May 20, 2011

R U Rapture Ready?

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where we have long awaited Rapture and are now counting down the hours! The meek are about to inherit the Earth, my friends! All others go to Heaven, and ... ahem ... Godspeed them.

My friend Intense Guy alerted me to an article about Rapture that ran on some news site this week. Thanks, Iggy, for giving me the theme of my final pre-Rapture sermon! (And BTW, Iggy's post today is also about doomsday, but peppered with gorgeous photos of the Rail Trail to Cumberland, Maryland. So when you've ended your sojourn here at TGAB, by all means toddle over there!)

I have something very important to say regarding the End of the World.

For the sake of argument, let's buy the belief (however briefly) that the busy god, and only the busy god, exists. We've got either a few hours or a few months (depending on who you believe) before those of us who don't fit into His heaven get the axe.

It's time to say goodbye.

What do you have that is unsaid and unfinished in your life? Are you bearing a grudge against someone? Did you have harsh words with a spouse, offspring, or sibling recently? Is there anything, anything that you would regret not doing or saying if you knew that you only had a short time to live?

Fill in the blank: Just once before I die, I would like to ________.

Then, so long as it harms no one, go do it! This may be your last chance to visit those chateaux in the Loire Valley. Book the flight!

Do you have a close friend you haven't talked to in a long time, because you're too busy to bother? What if you knew that you wouldn't have another chance after tonight? (*Anne makes note to self: Call Celeste.*) Take a few precious minutes out of your final hours and phone a friend. Bonus points if you make plans to have coffee on Sunday!

Personally I have few regrets, no grudges I can think of with anyone, and no place on Earth I haven't visited that I feel like I need to see before I go. I'm always at peace with the bored gods (except Mars, He hates peace). Then what should I do with my last labored breaths?

Gratitude seems to be in order.

To my family and friends in the apparent world: I love you all, one and all, you are always on my mind and in my heart. As it appears we will all be going down together, let's hold hands and laugh and kiss and be of good cheer. Chins up, no surrender!

Friends, readers ... people who've been coming here to "The Gods Are Bored" for years, and you who have stumbled in recently: Thank you for visiting. I have actually met some of you (and merry was the meet in every case), and it's been so much fun to get messages from all over the planet. Over the course of my long run here, I've been elitist, righteously indignant, snarky, foolish, too personal on occasion, sentimental, silly, and sometimes stupid. You have forgiven my trespasses, shared my worldview, educated me, chastised me on occasion, and provided warmth on gloomy days. If this is farewell, then as the bored gods are my witnesses, it's been swell writing for you. I've enjoyed what I've done here.

And tra la la! I don't even have to go back and delete posts I regret writing, because I did that awhile back!

Let's make these next few days a time of frank gratitude amongst ourselves for all that is good in our lives, and perhaps rectify some relationships that have gone awry. I think the Jews have a day for this built into their calendar, but the rest of us, not so much.

Rapture ready? Sure, why not! Goodbye, kind world. Well done.

Photo: Anne and Spare, with Big Red and Mushu at the Spoutwood Fairie Festival, 2011.


Judy Bracher Carmichael said...


Diana Rajchel said...

What a lovely sentiment! I for one predict that any mass collection of the angrier zealous types may well result in real peace on Earth.

The Kitchen Witch said...

Wow just beautiful! I am constantly amazed with life on Earth; which for all it's faults is just wonderful!

Intense Guy said...

:) Thanks for the shout out.

And you bring up an interesting question - hmmm... preparations... Just once before I die, I would like to ... feel the awe I felt with the world when I was about 6 or 7 years old... to marvel at things like the first steps on the moon, seeing strange new cultures, playing fun and exciting games with schoolhood chums and sleeping secure in my bed knowing I was safe from any harm.

But I like your answer better.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

I think we should all line up on a long staircase and sing the Farewell Song like the kids in The Sound of Music.

kimc said...

I'm with Diana: If only the Fundamentalists are Raptured, then we who are Left Behind have a chance for Peace and Prosperity all over the world. (Assuming it's all brands of Fundamentalists taken.)I've been looking forward to it.

Pitch313 said...

Trying to figure out the relationships between different orders of spirituality and religion makes my brain hurt!

But, so far as I understand it, and that's admittedly not very well, some Christians get Raptured. Most of us don't. So we still get to blog for a while as the un-Raptured residue world winds down.

Looking forward to post-Rapture TGAB...

Alex Pendragon said...

I think the fundies will have every reason to freak out if they don't get raptured, considering the Mayans didn't promise any kind of salvation for ANYbody, just the end, period.


I love you too..personally I'm waiting for the Goddess..she promised beer.

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