2012 End Day

[Rade]

Wishing to be prepared for the worst, I am putting together a list of dates predicted to be the end day in 2012. I have read of three dates in 2012 where either life as we know it on the earth will end, or some type of worldwide catastrophe will occur. The December dates derive from Mayan calendar predictions, the May date from Christianity.

 

Here is my list of the predicted end days so far:

 

May 27, 2012

December 21, 2012

December 23, 2012

 

If anyone has other dates to add, let us know.

[Sci]

2012 will end on December 31.

 

I have some end of the world accounts that I obtained from the future. Where could I put them so as not to clog this thread?

[Rade]

2012 will end on December 31.

But, think of all the parties you will be missing.

[Turtle]

subtending the modulus of the diurnal mean mayan allusion and plotting the inverse function of the covariant mode of the hyperbolic remedial derivative of the median angular integral, i arrive at the date of 4/1/2012. :smart:

[Rade]

subtending the modulus of the diurnal mean mayan allusion and plotting the inverse function of the covariant mode of the hyperbolic remedial derivative of the median angular integral, i arrive at the date of 4/1/2012. :smart:

Does this mean 04-02-2012 becomes the ultimate non-figurate number ?

[Turtle]

Does this mean 04-02-2012 becomes the ultimate non-figurate number ?

 

you had to ask...i had to check. ;)

 

...4022000 4022003 4022006 4022009 4022017 4022018 4022021 4022023 4022024...

 

so no; 04-02-2012 the way i figure it, is figurate. :lol:

[phillip1882]

i predict the end of days to occur yesterday. :rolleyes:

[Sci]

The End of the Earth

 

The Asphodel sustains the Dis dwellers, where they rest beyond that fatal river—there the wretched shades drink forgetfulness, and to oblivion sink without distress. Fireweed grows from Hell’s sulfurous embers, as does Purple Loosestrife—dead men’s fingers; but wildflower air revives the dead—and then those happy souls can thrive on earth again.

 

Charon was withered, wan, and skeletal, although eternally grateful for his immortal life and steady job of ferrying the dead across the River Styx in their transition from life to death to forgetfulness. As Earth was the only planet he’d come across with such promising higher life forms, Charon had grown rather fond of its inhabitants, even though he only saw but the worst of them; but, even from this he could extrapolate to the qualities of the best.

 

Charon did his job well, professionally, although it was ever so dreary with the endless darkness of wasted lives and the grim and gloomy skies all around, for this land always had that same gray and leaden feel. He ferried on, though, for his own life was precious to him.

 

The soon-to-be really really dead never said much, for what was there to tell after an empty life that had often turned to deep regret; so, Charon did not prompt them for information, for this was not the thing to do at the time of their passing, so he was always most courteous and kind to them, even to the most evil of the darkest, doing his task as well as he could. It was not that Charon was afraid that his undersized master of the underworld, Pluto, might be watching, but that he had the extreme clarity to duly serve the task at hand, a testament to his character.

 

Charon had been quite alarmed lately—what with the numbers of the hellish-souls-to-be climbing into the millions in such a short time, but, he had been through this kind of rush before, with the doomed and damned of other planets that had been consumed by their suns or had undergone other such catastrophes. He just used larger boats and patiently took his time, for he had all of eternity.

 

Of course, Charon could and did feel deep sadness, but he didn’t show it outwardly, even when the numbers from Earth increased a thousand-fold again.

 

A few of the now billions of depressed earthling souls had enough energy left to mumble a few words and so he was able to glean from them the latest happenings on Earth. In 2012, the predicted exponential surge of melting ice from global warming had quickly inundated all of the coastal cities, many of them large centers of population and commerce. Everyone who could possibly make it had to retreat inland, creating the largest mass exodus in history.

 

As the heat rose to unbearable levels, many had begun living in their basements as the earth’s infrastructure began its eventual collapse. Millions eventually headed north towards Canada and siberia, but had to retreat when the ice caps totally melted and formed the great ocean of the north; most did not make it. No one but the ignored physicist mathematicians had predicted that the end could come into sight so quickly.

 

Then came the dreaded polar shift that made global warming seem but a small note compared to this new and darker symphony. The Earth was thrashed with storms the likes of which it had never seen; electricity was completely out all over the world, but for a few nuclear powered areas that didn’t last. No one could drive very far, even on their last tank of gas, for the roads had melted, along with the tires of the vehicles, and, if the vehicles stopped, they’d find themselves mired in the meltdown of the asphalt.

 

Food would no longer grow very well, even in once lush gardens, in the amounts that were needed, and, as the heat rose further, into the 140s, plant growth ceased altogether, although a new but rare and expensive form of food pill extended life for some of the rich for a short while. Charon, had, of course, seen much of this kind of thing before from the many other solar systems and galaxies on which life had formed; but earthlings seemed to have a special charm and hope above and beyond the other alien races; so he rowed and ferried and deposited them on the far shore, his job and life forever continuing in a place with no color, no joy, and no future—on the shore of the land on the edge of oblivion.

 

Charon had depths of compassion, but many passengers might many thought him stoic, although they were mostly beyond the capability. A sign on the opposite shore said:

 

Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here

 

Billions more arrived in the gray land all too soon and Charon learned that either madness or desperation on earth had caused a nuclear winter all over the planet, bringing on a deep freeze that few could escape. Perhaps they were trying to combat the ultimate heat, which would have been but a cool breeze in Hell. The polar shift had greatly added to the deep freeze. A few of Charon’s still speaking but chilled customers even expressed a longing for the legendary warmth of Hades.

 

Charon, stalwart and reliable, rowed on steadily, ever steeling himself to the misery. Finally the masses slowed and dwindled to a few dribs and drabs over a few years and then there was no one for several years.

 

A lone man appeared on the shore near the ferry dock and Charon readily approached the man, something he had never done before. They had a long and hearty talk, for the man was animated and not at all like any of the other wretched souls.

 

“How is it,” inquired Charon, “that you are full of life and seem to be a good man but have been sent here?”

 

“I am not a bad person in any way,” the man replied. “Actually, I just spent some time in heaven. I found out there that my sweetheart was sent here to you, for she was a suicide and so was destined here; however, I had promised to be with her forever, so I chose this place over heaven out of my love for her.”

 

“Extraordinary,” exclaimed Charon. “I knew the Earth had a few good men and women—I’ve not seen very many clues of that elsewhere in the universe. Did you colonize space—will your species continue and flourish after your Earth bids farewell?”

 

“I’m afraid not,” replied the man, for too many needless wars intervened and this greatly delayed our space program.”

 

“A shame,” said Charon, but is there any hope left on Earth, I mean, are there any others still about?”

 

“I am the last,” the man answered slowly. The first tear of Charon’s long life rolled down his cheek; nothing had ever made him cry before: nothing had ever made him weep.

 

(Rewritten from Lord Dunsany’s brief sketch)

[fahrquad]

My wife and I are planning on going back to Mexico in December 2012. We will be at Chichen Itza on December 21, 2012 for a front row seat on the end of the world. I will let you know how it went when we return. :P