Scholars from various disciplines have dismissed the idea that a catastrophe will happen in 2012, stating that predictions of impending doom are not found in any of the existing classic Maya accounts. Mainstream Mayanist scholars state that the idea that the Long Count calendar "ends" in 2012 misrepresents Maya history.
Many New Age thinkers believe that the ending of this cycle will correspond to a global "consciousness shift". Established themes found in 2012 literature include "suspicion towards mainstream Western culture", the idea of spiritual evolution, and the possibility of leading the world into the New Age by individual example or by a group's joined consciousness. The general intent of this literature is not to warn of impending doom but "to foster counter-cultural sympathies and eventually socio-political and 'spiritual' activism". Critics describe 2012 narratives as the product of a "disconnected" society: "Unable to find spiritual answers to life's big questions within ourselves, we turn outward to imagined entities that lie far off in space or time—entities that just might be in possession of superior knowledge."
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My eyes are half shut but I’m fully awake,
Your buzz is wearing off as you start to shake.
There’s a force driving you to steal and take,
The cream, the loot, the cash, money, bills
You scream and shoot and now you kill,
But for what your screwed and now you do not know
What do to do or where to go,
But wait there’s a slight bit of hope
Mr. you can walks lyrics are mad crazy dope.
Burly coming at you in all directions,
We’re fuckin’ flawless do not need corrections,
The time is now, the end close at a hand,
Chaos creeps through positivity’s in demand,
Red storm rising from out of abyss,
It’ll be a living hell like listening to Kiss,
You don’t worry, don’t fret
Let’s just have a celebration,
In a time of what the good book calls revelation.
I feel a red storm rising,
It ain't so surprising,
Got no more future, Got no more end,
Heat's rising but fire's about to descend.
Here’s a revelation for you dogs and sorcerers,
The righteous ain’t right, the holy are murderers,
A new crusade is coming through,
And they don’t care about you-know-who.
I’m sick of seeing Jesus sold on TV,
By the Judases of the 21st century.
But these men use him to manipulate the masses,
They spew out hate like greenhouse gases.
Burn it all down to one conclusion
These assholes have caused all confusion.
Here comes the Alpha, Omega, the First and Last,
Accept the fate of a time gone past.
Wait now for the final eclipse,
Get yourself ready for the apocalypse.
I feel a red storm rising,
It ain't so surprising,
Got no more future, Got no more end,
Heat's rising but fire's about to descend.
Four years left til 2-0-12,
Make a decision between heaven and hell,
Pay your four-year transition tuition,
Burly Quasar’s on a brand new mission.
Move so smooth like a swan,
So you and I can Arma-get-it-on!
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