End of Mysteries: Climate Change, Archaeology, Astronomy, and the Apocalypse

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How will this scene change as our planet dies?

Are the End Times upon Us?

If you’re reading this now, then I believe you stand a good chance of seeing the end of humanity. If not you, then certainly your children’s generation.

I don’t make this claim lightly. And I don’t make it based on what politicians or popes have to say. Or, even what scientists say. I make it based on observations that I can’t deny. Oh, I’ve heard it many times in my life, growing up as a good Southern Baptist. There was always hellfire, brimstone, and prophecy in the pulpit. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve heard of dates and events heralding the End Times. Whether it was 1999, or 2012, or the planets lining up, or solar flares. Or, even the election of the latest president.

End of the world fears aren’t confined to my lifetime, either. I’ve read enough Dark Age and Medieval history to get a few smirks out of how the wealthy landowners  gave away their vast wealth to the Church at the turn of the first millennium, thinking they wouldn’t need it anymore and assuring their passage to Heaven. Religious sects have always craved an apocalypse—bringing the masses in closer, out of fear of Hell, some of them most definitely profiting from tales of the Earth’s destruction.

But even our culture has a desire for “The End.” I recall seeing the movie “Independence Day” when it first came out, and being shocked at the audiences that cheered when the White House was blown up. Look to the popularity of young adult literature and you’ll see that we’ve become entranced with a post-apocalyptic dystopia–Divergent, The Hunger Games, Maze Runner, Matched, The Giver. The same being true of some of our more popular TV series, where there are aliens or zombies, or accidental war, or nuclear accidents. If literature and entertainment reflect the underlying beliefs and struggles of a culture, then perhaps we have already accepted that we truly are in the last days of our Earth, as we know it.

Empath Subscriber ListI’m not inclined to give the time of day to politicians who claim that climate change is a hoax. Nor am I inclined to waste my breath arguing with them. They have their own agenda. I’m not a scientist, though. I’m an empath, and that’s the basis of my observations.

A Shift in Energy

I grew up on a farm and I am very attuned to nature, to the season, and to the skies.  Every season has a certain “energy” to it, as do the fire festivals and the cross quarters, known as the solstices, equinoxes, Lammas, Samhain, Imbolc, and Beltane. The word energy has such high woo-woo connotations that most people would scoff at it, but most people aren’t empaths, at least not to the level that I endure.  If you don’t understand, you can learn more on this site’s Empaths and Energy page.  If you don’t approve, that’s your issue and changes nothing about how I experience the world around us or the so-called gift that runs in my family.

My favorite time of the year is Autumn, and I know the feel of Autumn very well. Growing up on a farm, I recognized Autumn as the time of harvest, so it was more than just a feeling of heat or chill in the air. It was a feeling of abundance, harvest, culling and preparing for Winter and scarcity.

For the last few years, in early August, I have felt a shift in energy that felt like Fall. Even on the first day of August, in the middle of a 115-degree heat index, it still felt like Autumn energetically, if not temperature wise. I don’t know that non-Empaths can sense that, and it’s difficult to explain to people who haven’t experienced it, but those who have know exactly what I’m writing about.  They also recognize last year’s abrupt shift that has many empaths and people closely connected with the Earth trying to stand on shifting ground…no pun intended.  The energy is now shifting so fast that it’s difficult to tell the energy of the seasons and more often, even to recognize the season by the weather.  In 2015, during the first week of July, when it was so hot in the noonday sun that I couldn’t breathe outside, I felt the energetic shift from Summer to Autumn, a full month ahead of the most recent years. When I was a child and teen, growing up on the farm, I never felt that same shift until at least the middle of September around the Autumnal Equinox.

All the empaths I know are having a hard time “keeping up” with the rolling shifts of energy and chaotic emotions, both of other people and from the Earth itself.   How many people do I know who must rely on medication to get through the day, or just to get out of bed?   Emotions seem hard for everyone to regulate and there seems to be little solid ground for anyone right now.  Can’t you feel it?   Can’t you?

Changes in the Sky

The other thing that distressed me was when I noticed that the sun rose & set in a different place…and the stars were also out of place. When I mentioned it to friends who aren’t quite as close to the Earth as I am, they were quick to tell me that the seasons make a difference in where the sun rises and sets and where the constellations appear in the sky. Duh.  They were too quick to dismiss it.

I know all of that, about the difference in the seasons, thank you very much. But I also have very distinct memories of sunrises and sunsets and constellations being in a certain place on a certain day. I remember gazing past kisses on a starry night, over my lover’s shoulder, at the constellation rising from a certain spot, on a certain night. I remember watching the moon rise, at the end of the field road that was due east, from the back of the truck, with my mother and daughters, as we laughed and loved and watched fireflies against the glow of the moon. I remember watching the sun rise, every morning of my childhood and teen years, eating breakfast at the kitchen table, whether it rose at the end of the field road, or a little south of it, or a little north of it–but never once did it rise over the fishpond.

Until last summer.

Why isn’t anyone else seeing thisI kept wondering.

But then, most of my friends had not lived in the same place for two decades, let alone five or six, as my mother has. Most people look at me like I’m crazy or some kind of conspiracy theorist. And yet, I get no disagreement when I talk about this with farmers, gardeners, or followers of Earth religions.

That’s when Epiphany #1 brought it all together for me.

Deathwalking the Earth

Epiphany #1 happened in the middle of a lecture taught by an Air War College instructor in a class called “International Strategic Studies.” The instructor gave explicit details of the dangers of climate change to not only US national security but also the national security of every nation on the planet. That’s when it first clicked for me. Afterward, I read everything I could get my hands on about climate change.

Over the Christmas 2015 holidays, I discovered a book called The Sixth Extinction, which I found interesting because so many animals are vanishing and it’s part of a larger pattern that some say is leading to the next extinction of life as we know it. I shared a book review with several friends and, a few hours later, my shaman friend Kelley Harrell was messaging me with a frantic message. “The deathwalkers,” she told me, “they’re us.”  You can read Kelley’s take on this epiphany at her website, which is far more lyrical and focused than my frantic ramblings here.

Deathwalking is one of those terms that most people view as either scary or crazy. It’s neither. I first heard the term from shaman Kristen Madden when I edited her book The Shamanic Guide to Death and Dying for Spilled Candy Books. I understood deathwalkers to be incredibly compassionate people, gifted with the ability to help the dying cross over.

When Kelley suggested we might be deathwalking the Earth, that was my second epiphany. For the past year, it’s felt more and more as though our planet is in hospice. We can make it, and ourselves, more comfortable, but there’s no going back to a place of health and extended life. That wasn’t the last of my epiphanies.

The End of Mysteries

As those who follow me on social media know, I’m a huge fan of ancient history and archaeology, as well as science, medical technology, and different world religions. I had just read a story about how archaeologists are using satellite technology to find otherwise undiscoverable sites, like the lost city of Tanis. One archaeologist reported how new sites are being found every day, giving us new insights into long lost cultures.

The same is happening with astronomy. When I was growing up, comets were a rare thing. Now we’re spotting them all the time, as well as potential planets.

These new discoveries aren’t just across time and space, though. They’re inside us as well.

I’ve had my DNA tested twice in the last three years, not so much to look for genealogical treasures, but to create my own owner’s manual for my body, so that I can focus on the right foods and the right types of exercise for better health while understanding what likely medical issues I might be able to avoid. When I ran the raw data from my second test, this one from 23andme, through an independent interpretation site, I discovered the likelihood for a particular illness that surprised me. It’s not an illness I currently have, but there is a propensity for it.  As if to validate these findings, a distant cousin I keep in touch with by social media messaged me about that same illness and divulged that two of my ancestors, one of whom I had known quite well, suffered from that illness. I had never known because they had both kept it quiet. In all the medical paperwork I have filled out for my entire life, I’ve had doctors asking in anyone in my family had this illness, and I’d always said “no.” I’d been tested and prodded and poked and put on the wrong medications—dangerous medications—all because I wasn’t fully informed.  Now that I know more about my genes, and not through any doctor but through a reasonably cheap saliva test, I have made three small changes to my lifestyle that will give me a good chance of avoiding this illness altogether.  Isn’t it incredible that we have that kind of insight into our own DNA?   That wasn’t generally available five years ago, certainly not affordably.

Taken individually, the discoveries in archaeology, astronomy, and DNA are fascinating. If you put them all together, it’s almost as if there are very few things that we don’t know–or, at least, don’t have access to learning in the near future. This time is truly an end of mysteries.

Almost as if all the things that have been hidden from us for so long are finally wrapping up.

Do We Give Up?

So…what does this mean, if the Earth really is dying and we are here to watch it and tend it in its final days? Does it mean that we stop living? That we stop commerce? That we stop learning? That we just give up?  That we embrace a post-apocalyptic world straight out of books or TV?  (Though it’s not really likely that pockets of civilization will flourish if the Earth becomes uninhabitable, but it makes for a good story.)

We have children, biologically, so our species will go on in the interim. We build businesses so that something will outlast us, and be a legacy to those we leave behind. Those of us who are authors imagine that our works will still be out there in some form. Maybe not paper. But maybe some form of, say, a then-ancient form of digital data, or holograms, or whatever the future holds, so that we will achieve our own version of immortality through the words we expend.

And yet, if the Earth is dying, then there probably aren’t generations more of descendants behind us to carry on with the future or to honor us as their ancestors and what we both built and destroyed. Whatever businesses we build will fall. Whatever words I write will die with humanity. So why keep creating for things that won’t last physically?

For the love of it. For love.

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