September 27, 2011, one currently popular End of World date — ommigod, it's today!

. . . and we’re all still here! What?? Huh? Oh well, yah, it’s only 10:40 am EDT, there are a number of hours left for the shit to hit the fan.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t post stuff on Elenin, or Niburu, or anything else supposedly heading our way. A reader once asked me why not, since there’s so much internet buzz about this kind of terror-producing phenomena, and I told him that I have a feeling that what’s actually happening is the human race is finally waking up to the fact of that our home planet Earth is actually one tiny speck in an infinitely alive and immense universe, a cosmic, multidimensional ocean with beings of all kinds swimming through it.

Since the human race, is, at this point, so dumbed down and literal-minded, this dawning mystical awareness gets funnelled into its usual Fear-of-the-Other, in this case some tiny other cosmic speck that may or may not be approaching Earth and may or may not collide with it or brush by it. Pick one, then, when that one zips on by, pick another; each time, riveted in place, focused on one itsy bitsy point in an infinitely expanding universe, paralyzed in fear and consternation, until the next supposedly lethal actual or near-collision happens.

And maybe it will! And it most likely already has, many times. So what? What are we so afraid of?

Death, we say. DEATH.

Huh? “Death”? The release of the physical body and its limited five-sense way of apprehending the universe??! Ye gods! If so, if that’s all we’re afraid of, I’d suggest we start to notice this bottom-line Fear of Death, that we concentrate there, right there, move on into it, allow the fear to be, feel our way into the greatest mystery of all, the unconscious denial of which has drained the aliveness right out of us; like zombies, drifting through the night of the living dead.

But I digress. Let’s go back to the subject, today’s End-of-World scenario:

So, today, there are supposedly a huge array of federal government people and agencies in or under Denver — including the President — all of them awaiting whatever’s supposed to happen today or in the next two weeks or so (the governments of many other countries are also supposedly out to lunch for these two weeks). Well, maybe . . but a quick google search tells me that Obama is due back this evening in D.C. and, to put all this particular instantiation of fear-mongering in the context it needs, I went to spaceweather.com, and found this:

Potentially Hazardous Asteroids (PHAs) are space rocks larger than approximately 100m that can come closer to Earth than 0.05 AU. None of the known PHAs is on a collision course with our planet, although astronomers are finding new ones all the time.

Notes: LD means “Lunar Distance.” 1 LD = 384,401 km, the distance between Earth and the Moon. 1 LD also equals 0.00256 AU. MAG is the visual magnitude of the asteroid on the date of closest approach.

Let’s face it. We’re always in danger of collisions. Always in danger of collectively letting go of our physical bodies. Wouldn’t that be cool? To be the generation which, as in Arthur C. Clarke’s wonderful sci-fi adventure Childhood’s End, was privileged to lift off in a swirling mist for parts unknown?