Empty days, the Nemontemi. That's what the Aztecs called these final unlucky days at the end of the sacred calendar. Scary, evil days when menacing spirits roamed the Earth spreading chaos. The death of the old year when nothing good can be accomplished. No cooking is done lest the fires draw the attention of the dark gods. No weaving or building or any construction begun or completed as such a structure or garment -- and it's creator -- would be cursed.
It's not so different in modern-day America, is it Truthseekers? With Congress in recess, many businesses shuttered until January, shopping centers practically giving away remaining merchandise in hope of last-minute revenue-saves for 2010. Network news stories turn retrospective, reliving the births, deaths, and hot topics that dominated previous months, as if these end of days are truly meaningless and without any importance.
Other than the crippling weather, there is nothing much to report. There is
little solace in the silence and stillness of this end of days 2010.
There's an air of desperation and uncertainty during this particular American-style Nemonemi. As if we're not remaining quiet out of a sense of peace, serenity, or security, but more of fear that if we call attention to ourselves and our plight we may suffer (additional) negative consequences.
So we remain still. Lie low and hope to fly under the radar of future layoffs, steer clear of looming recession, 401K decimation, bank failures and foreclosures, deadly overseas combat, the undoing of health care reform and so much more. Dead days, indeed. In 2011, the best we may hope for is to pass through the year unchanged and undamaged by the actions of the New Congress.
Savor the legislative achievements of December, Truthseekers, and hunker down for the future.
