The end of a Baktun!

Not so long ago I was at a party where some people were talking and laughing about the film 2012 and how the scientists and the media had been so wrong as the world and the humans were still here as good as ever.

I smiled and told them that processes were in motion that would bring catastrophy to the world.

Will the earth be destroyed? No, not unless we blow it up ourselves with our nuclear arsenals. Will mankind be destroyed? No, we will survive as we are a very ingenious race, we will be much reduced in numbers and that is only good for mother earth.

All this came from a Mayan calender, problem is that the Mayan language is not yet fully deciphered, so it is hard hard to make accurate predictions. Therefore we don’t know exactly when the last Baktun started.

But first, what in earth’s name is a Baktun?

A Baktun is a period of time ranging between 27.700 and 28.800 years, so it leaves a  lot of room for error.

According to the Maya the imaginary axle of the earth, running through the north- and south pole, shifts about 72 degrees at the end of a Baktun. How long that proces takes we don’t really know, but it is accompanied by earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions and a change in climate.

From deep drillings in the polar ice we know for certain that the earth has known periods of warm moderate weather, like we have now, alternated with climatic upheaval followed by an iceage.

We are all, except the captains of industry who only have dollar signs in their eyes, worried about the global warming, as we should be, though this is a normal cyclic event of the earth itself, as the polar drillings have shown us. That we are helping the global warming by the production of massive amounts of CO2 speaks for itself. But this has happened before without us producing massive amounts of greenhouse gasses.

In the last ten ot fifteen years the amount of earthquakes is steadily rising because of movement of the tectonic plates that float on the liquid centre of the earth. More volcano’s are becoming active again, more rain is falling, causing floods all over the world.

What can we do about all this? The answer is simple; nothing. We just have to ride it out and see what will happen.

Because of global warming the ice of the Arctic and Greenland is melting at an alarming rate, this will cause the oceans conveyor belt to stop at a certain time.

The conveyor belt is a stream in the ocean. By Greenland the heavier cold water goes down to the ocean floor and flows south, around Africa and India into the Pacific where it rises again to flow on the surface back towards the Atlantic. This movement causes the moderate climate in Europe. When this stream stops Europe will face another iceage lasting about 800 years.

Climates all over the world will change, causing massive draughts in some parts and massive rains in others. This, off course, will affect our ability to produce food.

Another thing we have to worry about is Yellowstone park. A large part of this park is actually the crater of a supervolcano. The geysers and hot lakes are proof that hot lava flows below the surface.

The ground in the park has been steadily rising for the last couple years, indicating that pressure is building up, and according to several geologists she is already overdue.

When she blows four states will be covered by her ashcloud in a matter of hours, millions will die. As the volcano will keep on erupting the ashcloud will eventually cover most of the earth shutting it out from sunlight. The earth will cool down again as ice covers most of the lands.

It will take years before the first blue will be seen again through the thinning ashcloud, millions of people will have died and mankind’s survivors will be thrown back to the middle ages.

Then we will start again and probably make the same mistakes as we have made in our time.

How can the earth axle be turned or shifted?

With the seaquake at Fukushima in 2011 the axle was shifted 10 centimeters and that proces is still going on. More seaquakes of magnitude 7 or higher have happened since then and will have shifted the axle even more, but not enough for us to notice as it did with the magnitude 9 quake in 2011.

How do I know mankind will survive? Simple, according to the holy book of the Maya, the Popolvuh, this is the seventh sun we live under. This does not mean that the sun stopped shining or vanished, but that this proces of the tilting of the earth’s axle has happened seven times already since Maya time reckoning.

We have found drawings in caves made by the Maya after such an event.

When the last iceage ended, some 13.000 years ago, the level of the ocean came up, creating the English channel and drowning many islands in the Atlantic ocean. What will we see when we lower the ocean level again by that same level?

In the area of the Bahama’s and Bimini explorers have found a lot of evidence of buildings and other man made structures beneath the surface.

Mankind is still here, so, yes, we will survive and repopulate the earth. Much knowledge and knowhow will be lost and rediscovered, explorers will again sail the new oceans to discover new continents. Wars will be fought again, new Gods revered. Civilisations will rise and fall again, we will wonder where the great pyramids of Egypt and South-America have come from, why Stonehenge was built and what is was for and just as we are about to find the answers another Baktun will end.


Somewhere, someplace, sometime; 24th instalment

The kick made the man see stars dance in front of his eyes, but he remained as stiff as a board. The thing inside raged and ranted to be released,  it wanted blood, it needed blood.

With great difficulty the man managed to shake his head a bit and the woman backed off. She looked around and walked a short distance to come back with a piece of wood.

Again the man shook his head, but this time the woman ignored him. She swung the piece of wood and hit him as hard as she could against the side of his head. The man passed out, but the body jumped to its feet. A long fingered and clawed hand shot out towards the woman, who swung the piece of wood hitting the hand hard, she heard a few fingers break.

The thing howled in pain as it took a step back. This had not happened before, no one ever had fought back, they had all been paralised with fear. But then this woman had a weapon. It had to work carefully for it needed the blood to survive and with the resistance the man was putting up it would be getting harder to make him kill for it.

They circled each other for a while. The woman made a few feigned swings to keep the creature away, but did not really attack. The creature did the same. They studied each other, trying to find any weaknesses, any openings in each others movements.

Quite suddenly, with lightning speed, the creature stepped forward and tore a great deal of her clothing away, revealing a slim and strong body. It wanted it, it needed it and it needed it now.

Again it launched itself, but the woman was prepared and the piece of wood smacked hard against the outstretched arm, throwing it aside. Immediately she attacked again and rammed the point of the wood hard against its nose.

The creature howled as much as from pain as from anger at being attacked.

Somewhere, someplace, sometime; 23rd instalment

He tried to raise his hand to warn the woman off, but she came closer, carefully.

She saw a shimmering human form on the ground. One moment it was just a man with a black coat, the next it was a hideous creature with horns on its head and long clawed hands with a scaled skin.

She was not certain what to do, that this man needed help was obvious, but could she help him? She understood that he tried to warn her away, but that went against her nature, she was born to help people, she had done nothing else all her life until a, so called friend, had made her lose her well paid job in one of the major hospitals. She only had been out on the streets for a year or two.

The man tried to turn his back to her, but failed, he seemed unable to move.

She only had read about a case like this many years ago when a killing streak had run through the city that had ended as suddenly as it had started. She tried to remember what the file had said as she looked at the man, squinting. She knew she had to stay away from his hands so he couldn’t grab her. She was sure that that would be the end of her.

Luckily she hadn’t gone drinking her misery away so her mind was still sharp and worked perfectly, though she could use a good glass of red wine right about now.

She walked around him, thinking hard about what to do. The file had not told her what she could do to help him as the file had only told that the man/creature in the first aid had died unexpectedly and that a post mortem had not revealed anything that could tell them what had been wrong with the victim.

Quite suddenly she kicked hard against his head, hoping that would take him out.

An angry growl came from the man’s mouth, but he didn’t move a muscle.

Somewhere, someplace, sometime; 22nd instalment

Slowly he regained himself and looked down the alley. In the distant he saw a few men standing round a burning barrel for warmth.

Thinking only of things to  make him laugh he started walking, every now and then chuckling to himself. Wherever he passed some people he saw them moving out of his way with faces filled with horror, terror and disgust. Some even cried and ran away from him as fast as they could.

He didn’t care about that, he felt he was still in control. In one alley he saw a middle aged woman, that would’ve looked quite pretty if all the dirt and grime would be washed away from her.

The urge for blood raced through him and he nearly succumbed. He staggered to a wall on the side and laughed, softly at first, but harder as he felt he got control of himself again.

The woman looked up at the sound of his laughter and her eyes turned big with fear. She kind of froze up looking at him.

He only laughed as he moved towards her, she taking a step back for every step he took forward. The battle within him raged.

‘Blood, I want blood,’ the creature inside him cried. ‘I will give you anything you want, just give me blood.’

‘No,’ he screamed. ‘I will not kill for you anymore. It ends right here and now.’

He doubled over with pain and gasped as he tried to ignore it, but that wasn’t so easy.

‘Go kill her,’ the voice cried hysterically. ‘She’s an easy prey, I will stop hurting you.’

‘No you won’t,’ he said clenching his fists so hard the long yellow nails made cuts in his palms. ‘There is your blood,’ he shouted in his mind.’

‘I need strange blood,’ the voice screamed. ‘My blood is too precious to be spilled.’

The cuts in his palm healed by themselves as he walked ever closer to the terrified woman.

‘No, I will not kill.’

He fell down as the worst pain yet assaulted him. He rolled over the ground crying as tears streamed down his cheeks. He lay still when the pain stopped, gasping for air. The woman frowned and walked towards him. He wanted to tell her she shouldn’t, but no sound came from mouth.

Somewhere, someplace, sometime; 21st instalment

He was on verge of tears, he wanted this to end, he wanted his old miserable life back. He feared that when he left this place he would kill again and he didn’t want that.

The lust for blood ran wild through his system, crying out harder and harder, but he remained seated making his mind a blank. He noticed that whatever was calling out was getting more and more angry with him, he braced himself for the pain that he knew would come.

But no pain came, the coat didn’t do anything. He kept his mind as blank as he could as he got to his feet and felt in the one pocket of the coat, nothing was there. He cursed softly as he could use a glass of grinnitch right now. With the hand still in the pocket nothing stirred.

Would he dare to go outside?

He felt the coat urging him to do so, which made him decide against it. Immediately he doubled over with pain and cried out; ‘I’m not going to do it, you hear?’

Again pain raced through his body, making him spasm and roll over the floor.

Gasping he lay still and smiled to himself. At daylight he would go to the priest and see what he had found out, maybe then he could get rid of this damned piece of garment.

Again pain made him curl up and stretch out, bruising some muscles. As the bout of pain was over he started laughing, feeling that it angered whatever was inside him, so he laughed even harder until his stomach hurt and tears ran down his cheeks.

‘I got you now,’ he thought chuckling.

He jumped up, ignoring the pain in his bruised muscles and walked down the stairs to get outside and feel the drizzle on his face. The moment he stepped outside the lust for blood came in so hard and fast it made him stagger against the wall.

‘No,’ he growled. ‘I will not kill tonight.’

Somewhere, someplace, sometime; 20th instalment

He kept on pulling and twisting his hands and finaly got one free. He sighed and rubbed his bloody and bruised wrists. He wanted blood.

No, he didn’t, he didn’t want to kill again. Yes he did, he wanted the soft meat of a woman.

No! He wanted to stay here and sleep.

Slowly he got to his feet, feeling a little dizzy and started to walk around in the light of the moon and the floating lanterns that shone through the dirty window.

He needed to get a grip on himself, to shut out the scream for blood. He didn’t want to kill anymore. He wanted to get rid of the coat so he could live his miserable life again.

He felt all kinds of things run through him, feelings he had never felt before, longings that had not been there before. As he walked by the window he looked and walked on, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Very slowly he took a few steps back and looked at his reflection in the window again. He saw himself as he knew he would, but what had he seen then as he walked passed the window only a moment before.

It had been something he had not seen before, something that wasn’t him.

His face stared back at him thoughtfully. As he kept on looking he saw some changes coming and going rapidly. Changes he could hardly discern, but it looked like horns growing out of his head.

He walked away from the window breathing hard. What was happening?

Again he felt the lust for blood and again he mananged to surpress it, though it was harder this time as he was thinking about what he had seen in the window.

He blocked out all feelings as he sat down by the pillar again and looked at the rope that had bound his hands. He had done that for a reason, but he couldn’t remember it.

Sighing hard, he remained seated and looked at his hands that flickered between his normal hands and the long fingered clawed hands he didn’t want to see.


Somewhere, someplace, sometime; 19th instalment

‘You can invite evil to come?’ she said surprised. ‘Then why don’t we invite the counterforce to come here?’

The priest laughed softly. ‘It doesn’t seem to work like that. Evil resides all over this world as it has been turning worse every year. All people care about is there amount of credit and their own well being. The amount of poor people have been rising steadily over the last few years. People don’t seem to want good to be around anymore. But we are not here for a lesson in history, we have to help that man to get rid of his coat.’

‘And that will help to counter the evil that’s around,’ she remarked facetiously.

He looked at her seriously. ‘Every little bit helps. Every victory, now matter how small, weakens the evil. What did you see by the container?’

She blinked at the sudden change in topic. ‘When I was on top of a building and looked down on it, I saw a vortex of swirling colours on the roof.’

The priest smiled. ‘Right, that is what I suspected. It is another weak attempt to get over here. Somehow the evil doesn’t seem to be gaining strength on the other side.’

She frowned. ‘Are your people working over there too?’

He nodded. ‘Yes and they have powers that equal the powers of the evil, so a sort of balance is maintained.’

‘What do we have to do?’

‘ Close the vortex, for one and that will be the hardest part and the man with the coat will have to do it. Now be silent so I can study on how we can get that done.’


The man woke up in the middle of the night as he was pulling hard at the ropes that tied him to the support beam. He looked at his wrists that had turned bloody. Whether he wanted or not he still tried to get free of his bonds. Breathing deep he tried to calm himself down, but it didn’t help.

He didn’t notice that his hands had turned into claws with long, sharp, yellow nails.