I am speaking to you from the flip side of the Apocalypse. You may think that it is all over bar the shouting and the fat lady singing on top of Mount Bugarach, but I have it on good authority that this is just the beginning of the end. You may say that whatever point we are at, from there one can always say that it is the beginning of the end. It may also, however, be the beginning of something completely different from the thing that the end was attached to. What I can say with absolute certainty is that here on the edge there is much activity around celebrating the birth of a new era. People are joining hands and celebrating the birth of a new consciousness which will, if I read my group emails aright (I am on a list that keeps me informed of such things) bring extraordinary transformation. I am talking a new heaven and a new earth. I have nothing to say to this or to those who hold fast to the idea that the Mayans simply ran out of calendar space or thought this would be a perfect way to wind us all up. Meanwhile there is another Apocalypse date set approximately four years hence and I want to enjoy Christmas with my children, one of whom will be landing at Heathrow tomorrow just in time for the festivities.
Well I didn't keep to my plan of putting up a post a day between 24th September and Christmas Eve. It was a bit of a long shot and I have been no'well. Today I went to a friend's pre-Christmas party and had to leave the merry throng downstairs and sit quietly on a chair on the landing upstairs where the truth came and announced itself to me without fanfare - quietly. Parties and attempting to make conversation in a room with many people talking are inflammatory to the neurologically compromised brain. It is no longer possible to be involved in activities that include such things and might mean ruling out weddings, special birthday parties, book launches and eating in busy restaurants. It is the beginning of the end, and a long journey it has been to get to this beginning. There was a time when I would not have been able to contemplate it without tears. But I can now. I am grateful for what I still have. It is, you may say, satisfactory.