Of The End Of The World

One of my high school teachers once said, "I don't know what it is about me. I'm a freak magnet. I can sit on an empty bus, and immediately a strange person will get on and sit next to me." Similarly, I'm a mystic magnet.

I can be rooting around in the office supply cabinet when a coworker will chat me up about her guardian angel visiting her in a dream, or tap-tapping away on my keyboard when one of the facilities guys will (seemingly randomly) begin to discuss with me the impending apocalypse in 2012 CE. I'm not complaining in the slightest about this occult water cooler gossip, but sometimes I do wonder if this sort of thing happens in other offices on a regular basis.

It's not just the office that I encounter this phenomenon, though. For example, this weekend my fiance and I visited my family jeweler to have a ring sized properly. While we were there, the jeweler began talking about his earthquake sixth sense, the unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach that takes over when the earthquakes seem to be ready to rumble. The 2012 end-of-the-world topic also came up (completely independently), but he had a different take on it than Ryan the Facilities Guy.

In fact, Frank the Psychic Jeweler thinks that when the Mayan calendar ends in 2012 CE, good things are in store for the world. He discussed with us how the Mayan calendar is divided into ages, and how when it ends the cycle begins again. The world just doesn't end. According to Frank, the first era is the best era of the set, and the ending era is the period of unrest and transition leading up to that golden time.

"Well that's a relief!" I exclaimed. "We're only a couple of years away from a renaissance."