little country village where I live in the heart of Germany is very peaceful. Itis far from the dangers of the wide world and the shifting oceans, rather like the Shirewhere the hobbits lived in the film
Lord of the Rings.
But today the dark clouds fromMordor have reached my green and pleasant land and the winds are lashing at the treesthat are roaring, like mighty waves rolling up a beach.I thought I was going to be safe here, at least I hoped so. After discovering that theGalactic Centre was responsible for the increasing climate and other disasters occurringnow, and connecting it to the Mayan Prophecy of a disastrous end to our age coming on21
December 2012, I had been writing away about all the disasters in the world, past,present and future, but no winds of change or waters of dissolution had reached me.The first time I felt the galactic force
myself was when I poked my head out of thewindow of my haven in the middle of the night, as the hurricane like winds of the stormKyrill raced by. That was on January 18
2007. The little backroad between the houseswas transformed into an alien abode, the grey wind moved through it, sleek and even andunrelenting, carrying its victims with it as if through the pipe of some huge dark vaccuumcleaner.The second time I met these powers of doomsday, we were all just coming out of the theatre: a friend had got me out of my little office and taken me to town to free my headfrom disasters. After the show we laughingly walked to the top of the descending stonestairs outside and paused. The sky in front of us was an azure blue and the sun shone,inviting to a nice little chat about the show, when a man next to us looked up and said:
„Looks like the end of the world“.
We all looked. From behind the theatre a huge blackcloud had approached. It stretched straight across the wide sky from one far horizon to theother as if about to cover the whole world. Looking to the west from where it came onesought for a hold in the black nothingness, it was as if the world ended in this completeand utter darkness. It might be likened to the „
The Never Ending Story
to bring the end of Phantasialand. The cloud was certainly drawing the final curtainand mankind would strutt and fret upon the stage no more
. It was moving fast to swallowus and was nearly over our heads already:
“Out, out brief candle, life's but a walking
1Mars was conjunct the Galactic centre and Pluto at this time, and Uranus in Pisces was involved conjunct the northnode. There was also a conjunction and opposition involving Neptune and a bow to Jupiter conjunct the Sun inCapricorn.2