Why 2012
will be
a Very Good Year by Jack Canfield
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he media is currently reporting about the end of the Mayan Calendar and Nostradamus prophecies about the end of the world slated to occur on December 21, 2012. There is a lot of doom and gloom associated with this date and much of it is based on conjecture unrelated to any hard facts of any kind. I recently learned that the actual Mayan prophecies connected to the end of their calendar are positive predictions and not negative at all. I believe what we are experiencing is an essential evolutionary process and that my own life purpose may be related to bringing to others the positive potential of 2012 so that all of us can create a better world. I have written a new book, The Golden Motorcycle Gang, of which the premise is taken from actual events in my life. A very important moment in my life was a vision I had when still in graduate school of seeing myself along with others as members of a special gang of golden motorcycle riders speeding through space encountering a planet in distress. That planet, of course, was Earth. (The following is an excerpt from GMG and is reprinted with permission of Hay House and authors Jack Canfield and William Gladstone. © 2011)
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Oh, what glorious beings they were! Flying through the universe on their magnificent golden motorcycles, the cosmic wind in their hair, going wherever they chose, traveling at light speed, sometimes even faster. Their bodies were ephemeral yet defined, and they enjoyed the ageless youth gifted to their species. Only a few thousand years old, they were considered adolescents, not yet the elders of their planet or their universe— elders who each had tens of thousands of years of experience in dealing with complex worlds and the moral difficulties that arose from engaging those worlds. The beings traveled through this beautiful, endless day, which was much like the many they’d enjoyed together on their annual solstice breaks. As the Class of 2012 at the Academy of Enlightenment, they were fast approaching the time when they would graduate and be given assignments to ensure the balance and stability of the universe for eons to come. Today, however, was a day to enjoy the carefree exhilaration of their youth and freedom. Dozens of them rode together, sharing their boundless joy through their thoughts, for they communicated only with thoughts. Their thoughts shaped words, which they immediately understood; yet communication was instantaneous, faster than words could ever be, and infinitely more clear. It was a perfect day and they were in high spirits. Suddenly Jack noticed a small bluish planet off to his right. It was about 50,000 miles below but clearly visible to him. “Hey, look over there. That planet seems to be in trouble. I can sense the energy coming from the surface—and it’s full of turmoil, sadness, anger, even rage.
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I’ve seen this planet before; I have sensed its people and their growth and their struggles. Although there have always been some discordant sparks from this world, I’ve never felt such sorrow as I’m feeling today.” Such was Jack’s instantaneous thought to his riding friends, or as they liked to call themselves, the Golden Motorcycle Gang. On that magical motorcycle ride through the universe, Jack and his friends had easily picked up on the negative energy coming from planet Earth. The suffering radiating from the dazzling blue ball was unmistakable. The year on Earth was 1943, and great conflict was raging on much of the planet. The battles engulfed a great deal of its middle band, from one great ocean to the next. The planet was divided into groups called “nations,” which were sometimes the result of geography but oftentimes the result of human choice. Many of the largest and most militarily well-armed nations were focused on the fighting. Almost all the human beings on the planet at that time were thinking about this great conflict, whether their nation would exist if and when the battles ever ended, and if their loved ones would survive and return from the battlefields around the world. Jack looked around and realized that for perhaps the only time in his existence, he had no explanation for the energy being emitted by this planet. What was this “war,” as the humans called it? What in a human’s life could happen that would convince him or her that it was right and good to end the lives of millions of other identically created life-forms? “Yes, what a tragedy,” his close friend Michael thought back. “Such a beautiful blue planet, so full of life, creativity, and joy despite the clear tumors that seem to be