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27 May 2006 11:13:39 PM |
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MAYAN PROPHECY COUNTDOWN |
Time until Friday, 21 December 2012 (Melbourne time)
2398 days
57560 hours
3453649 minutes
207218984 seconds
Alternative version
It is 2398 days, 8 hours, 49 minutes and 44 seconds until Friday, 21
December 2012 (Melbourne time)
Current time is
2006-05-28 14:10:16 EST (local time in Melbourne)
2006-05-28 04:10:16 UTC
At time of loading, accuracy was within 0.264 seconds
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UTC Coordinated Universal Time - the international basis for other time
zones. Same time as for GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) and Zulu time.
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| User: "Binder Dundat" |
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| Title: Re: MAYAN PROPHECY COUNTDOWN |
28 May 2006 10:21:34 PM |
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"World War III 2006 [The Last 2300 Days]?T"
The Mayans should have used the universal calendar at the front of their
telephone directory as it was good to 2099.
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| User: "K Miller" |
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| Title: Re: MAYAN PROPHECY COUNTDOWN |
28 May 2006 12:20:55 AM |
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Where do the Zulu's factor in to this Mayan Calendar thing.
:-)
"World War III 2006 [The Last 2300 Days]?T"
<stargatedecember2012@yahoo.ca> wrote in message
news:1148789619.200919.175120@i40g2000cwc.googlegroups.com...
Time until Friday, 21 December 2012 (Melbourne time)
2398 days
57560 hours
3453649 minutes
207218984 seconds
Alternative version
It is 2398 days, 8 hours, 49 minutes and 44 seconds until Friday,
21
December 2012 (Melbourne time)
Current time is
2006-05-28 14:10:16 EST (local time in Melbourne)
2006-05-28 04:10:16 UTC
At time of loading, accuracy was within 0.264 seconds
Glossary
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UTC Coordinated Universal Time - the international basis for other
time
zones. Same time as for GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) and Zulu time.
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| User: "non teneas aurum totum quod splendet ut aurum" |
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| Title: Re: MAYAN PROPHECY COUNTDOWN: Don't worry, Love, Copulate & be Happy: |
29 May 2006 01:26:24 AM |
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World War III 2006 [The Last 2300 Days]=E2=99=A5=E2=84=A2 wrote:
Time until Friday, 21 December 2012 (Melbourne time)
2398 days
57560 hours
3453649 minutes
207218984 seconds
Alternative version
It is 2398 days, 8 hours, 49 minutes and 44 seconds until Friday, 21
December 2012 (Melbourne time)
Current time is
2006-05-28 14:10:16 EST (local time in Melbourne)
2006-05-28 04:10:16 UTC
At time of loading, accuracy was within 0.264 seconds
Glossary
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UTC Coordinated Universal Time - the international basis for other time
zones. Same time as for GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) and Zulu time.
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Don't worry, Love, Copulate & be Happy:
"Lovers of the Damned
Under pale flickering lamps, deep in recesses
Of lissome cushions of suave redolence,
Hippolyta mused of the fierce caresses
That raised the veils of her young innocence.
Her gaze still ravaged by the storm, she eyed
The distant sides of her once candid mind
As a spent voyager who turns aside
To view blue vistas he has left behind.
The lazy tears in her lackluster glances,
Her beaten stuporous air, her weariness,
Her aching arms drooping like futile lances,
All served to foster her frail loveliness.
Rapt with calm joy, Delphine, her lover, lay
Prone at her feet; eyes blazing with delight,
She was a strong beast gazing at the prey
On which her teeth had marked their savage bite.
Strong beauty knelt before frail beauty there =E2=80=94
Superb, she savored with voluptuous mood
The wine of triumph, and, as though in prayer,
Her hands solicited sweet gratitude.
She scanned her dupe's pale glance to find in it
The muted hymn lust raises to the skies,
And thankfulness, sublime and infinite,
Which glances utter soft as long-drawn sighs.
=E2=80=94 "Hippolyta, what of this strange sweet thing?
You need not sully your first roses now
To brutal man as a burnt-offering
His violent breath would wither on the bough.
My kiss moves lightly as a May fly moves,
Caressing the great limpid lakes at eve,
But a man's kisses will dig furrowed grooves
Such as huge carts or tearing plowshares leave.
They will pass over you like stamping kine,
Like ox or horse teams cruelly iron-shod,
Hippolyta, turn your blest face toward mine, Y
ou, dearer to my heart than self or God.
Your eyes are stars across soft azure nights,
One look from you and I shall lift extreme
Veils to reveal the subtlest of delights,
Cradling you gently in an endless dream."
Hippolyta then raised her youthful head:
=E2=80=94 "No ingrate, I repent not in the least,
Delphine, but I feel choked and ill," she said,
"As after some galling nocturnal feast.
I feel grim fears, I reel under their loads,
While black battalions of sparse phantoms stride,
Eager to lead me down dire, shifting roads,
Which bloody sky-rims block on every side.
What could be strange in what we did tonight?
Why all my worries and discomfitures?
You call me "Angel" and I start with fright,
And yet I feel my mouth straining for yours!
Do not look at me thus, sister to whom
By choice I pledged eternal adoration,
Even were you a snare set for my doom
And the first instrument of my damnation."
Shaking her tragic mane, rapt, fatal-eyed,
Stamping her foot as on the Tripod of
The Oracle, Delphine, despotic, cried:
=E2=80=94 "Who dares to speak of hell when faced with love?
Curst be the first vain dreamer who evolved
A sterile code of laws and stupidly
Thrilled by vexed problems that cannot be solved
Sought to compound love and morality.
He who would couple in a mystic mesh
Coolness with heat and marry day with night
Shall never warm his palsy-stricken flesh
In that red sun which is our love's delight.
Go find a stupid lover, do not fail
To yield your chaste heart to his harsh requests,
Then horrified, remorseful, ashen-pale,
Return to me with bruised stigmatic breasts.
Woman on earth can serve only one master!... "
But the girl answered: "All my senses smart!
I feel sharp premonitions of disaster,
A pit yawns in me, and that pit, my heart!
Volcano-hot and deep as nullity,
Nothing will stay this monster's headlong flood
Nor slake the thirst of that Eumenide
Who, torch in hand, consumes his very blood.
Let our drawn curtains screen us from alarms,
And let our lassitude bring us full rest,
I wish to die between your sinewy arms
And find the cool of tombs upon your breast."
Go down, go down, sad victims to the climes
Of an eternal hell, all hope is dead;
Down the unfathomed pit where all known crimes,
Lashed by a wind no heaven ever bred,
Boil to the fury of the tempest's blast.
The goal of your desires shall turn to dust,
Mad, raging shades, unsated to the last,
Your very punishment born of your lust.
No ray shall light the caverns of your shame,
Fevered miasms filtering through the chinks
Shall suddenly like lamps burst into flame,
Steeping your bodies in a sweat that stinks.
The bleak sterility of your lewd fires
Heightens your thirst and tightens skins that sag,
As the wild wind of lecherous desires
Makes your flesh flap like a moth-eaten flag.
Outcast and damned, wandering the far poles,
Like wolves the frozen wilderness disparts,
Follow your destiny, disordered souls,
And flee the infinite that fills your hearts."
=E2=80=94 Jacques LeClercq, Flowers of Evil (Mt Vernon, NY: Peter Pauper
Press, 1958)
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