"I'm glad that I didn't spend all my money....

 or stop paying bills, or tell everyone I met that I was expecting the end of the world."

Milly Gumper

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From: Tristan Faulkner <everything_tristan@y...>
Date: Fri May 23, 2003 9:56 pm
Subject: My own deadline.
 

This may be a long post. It also may be my last. Please bare with me.

After sleeping on it for a night, I have decided to release dates that have been given to me. At first, I wasnt going to, as I felt Nancy would do so...but where is she? Dealing with the same thing as me and alot of us, I suppose. Doubt, anxiety, not knowing...I have decided that if I realy know these things, I should speak out for altruistic reasons. If I'm wrong, so be it...

Back in 1997, I knew nothing of aliens. Never seen a ufo. I was actually a sceptic. I believed in life elsewhere but my schooling had me thinking the technology just didnt exist to go from star to star.

Then one day *pop*. It was all I could think about. I watched shows, surfed the internet, I couldnt get enough. Unfortunately, I caught the downside of aliens on the web. Mutilations, deaths, abductions. It was during this time I believed I was having visitations but was very wary of them. I thought they were all evil, malevolent. I even made stickers with an alien face on it (a grey) that said in bold letters: "No EBE's!" and passed them around and stuck them on telephone poles. Mostly, it was a joke. But deep inside, I knew the beings to be real.

That was long ago. Certain experiences have taught they are not all bad. There are my friends and have been there for me more times than I can count.

Fast forward.

It's May, 2003. A large planet looms ahead. Or doesent. A date comes and goes and still no Planet X. What do you do?

I ask for an explanation.

From what am I getting, the Z's told the wrong dates in an act of psychological warfare. The Bush administration has been heads up on px for a while but only recently have they entertained the horrific idea it will pass soon. They read Z'talk. Their predictions pan out, except when its a white lie. Why the false date?

Things in the hands of humans are totally unpredictable. Sure, you can take certain things into account and come to an almost logical conclusion but
human behaviour is a wild card at best. I think the Z's wanted to see the reaction they would get. What steps these people would actually take. A total psy. op. to be sure. Clever?

Now that this time has passed, when will px stop the earths rotation?

I have been told days. I hear the 25th is a key date and that by then, there should be no doubt. A large uptick in Earth reaction, and noticeable slowdown.

If I'm wrong?

Then I've had it. I cant go on living a lie.

I'm going to pick up the pieces, get another bartending job, go back to school, ski some slopes and hook up with a nice, soft snow bunnie. :) Play more guitar. Take writing back up. Did I mention I may go to the corner pub and down a few pints of guinness?

For me, this will be over. I'll continue to volunteer at the homeless shelter. I'll still secretly drop money when I walk by a homeless person. (It's fun to
make people think they just walked up and found a 20 dollar bill.) Their smile is my best reward. Maybe marriage, maybe family.

And after the 25th? After the shock of being duped once again? After my own deadline?

THIS time, I will walk out my door with a grin and know at least one thing is for sure...

Life will go on.

Tristan Faulkner

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From: "mw3172001" <mw3172001@y...>
Date: Sat May 24, 2003 4:31 pm
Subject: Re: My own deadline.

I never was so glad to be wrong about anything as this pole shift. As the predicted day of stoppage came, I realized I could never, ever be ready for it to happen. I didn't want it to happen. It became more outrageous and fantastic that it could even happen, as I stared at the sky and knew, just knew then that the earth would not stop rotating. At the same time I could hardly believe my luck when it didn't happen. All that belief and now the puzzle of what's really going on, who or what and why was the purpose of Zetatalk. After a couple more normal nights of sunset and later bright stars in the sky, I started to laugh with joy and relax my nervousness that it might somehow still happen. We had escaped the terror and I would not have to try to put up my tents in pouring rain, huddle around small fires and cook bean soup, for months and years. What a horrible life that would have been. I had been telling my relatives to join me if things started happening, and gave them the countdown signs, yet I couldn't handle that they would actually come and I would have to live with them and huddle around fires in tents together with them, and having been the only one to prepare, be sort of responsible for having done well or failed in any aspects of preparation. I could hear them saying " You knew about this for years, we didn't, so why did you fail to do this - or that - to prepare for this? I prayed that it wouldn't happen, that the world would be saved. I also was glad that I had prepared, because I felt superstitiously that by preparing as much as possible I was doing my part to make sure it didn't happen, that we would be left with egg on our faces like so many end-of-the worlders before us who also did and were left looking foolish. I was tempted to totally ruin my life to prepare for the shift (but I didn't) just to insure I would be wrong since I so much wanted to be wrong, and now I am and am absolutely delighted to be so.

I'm glad that I didn't spend all my money (I realized that everything I got would also have to be tied down or buried and I ran out of energy to do all that) or stop paying bills, or tell everyone I met that I was expecting the end of the world. Only a few close relatives are laughing (lovingly) at me, and I'm laughing as hard as they are. Now a normal sunny summer is ahead. I can watch my garden grow and the berries ripen, enjoy the outdoors and not be miserable in dark skies and cold rain. I'm so happy I could dance. As long as the other shoe doesn't fall. It will be some time before I can totally relax and not feel the need to help push the sun down behind the hills every evening with willpower and prayers.

I've had beliefs before and felt the weirdness of realizing they were wrong. For instance, when I decided there was no God and became an atheist for a few years, and the time I read 12th Planet and the story of beings from another planet creating us in a lab instead of God creating us, that blew my mind.

In the case of this poleshift, it was going to be equally totally weird no matter how it went. If it did happen, it would have been very weird to be in the situation of expecting the "end of the world" and seeing it happen exactly as expected. And it would be equally as weird for it not to happen after having the belief of it so strong for so long.

There are many unanswered questions about the poleshift, so many psychic predictions, and this one seemed to fit so well with Sitchin's theories. It made sense, it explained the rise and fall of previous civilizations, and yet, with this failure of prophecy, one has to question everything all over again. I guess we can't expect to have truth handed to us on a silver platter after all. And don't
assume anything is true until the afterlife, when you can someday maybe go to the heavenly records and read or review it for yourself.

Any views expressed here of course are subject to change at any time. Have a good summer everyone. No pole shift hopefully.


Milly

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