Despite the repeated failure, over thousands of years, for prophecies to become actualized, many people still place an inordinate amount of energy in them. The Year 2000 passed without anything extraordinary occurring on a global scale -- as did the Year 2012. I've examined this phenomenon in my book "In Search of a Perfect World," which is now available in both paperback and e-book form through Amazon. Just search under Michael C. Sullivan. Happy searching.

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Are there any connections between the intentions and actions of al-Qaida, the Taliban, U.S. citizen militias, Nazis, Soviets, Christian Crusades, the Jewish conquest of Palastine, and the U.S. invasion of Iraq?
For as long as history has been recorded, dreams of a better and more-perfect world have been acted out. Many spiritual, political and social traditions have been built upon a belief that there was once a better, more-harmonious period and that by doing the right things we may be able to recreate that period, to bring about another Golden Age. For some, that is a world in which Truth, Love, justice and harmony prevail. Others have a less-harmonious view. Is there any substance to the idea? Or is it simply a dream?
Originally published in 1999, under the title Making Sense of the Millennium, the updated and retitled work is as relevant today as it was then (perhaps more so). What we see as chaos and destruction in today's world is actually a purification, clearing the way for a new world. The process is under way. Find out how we arrived at where we are, why we are here and where we are going. Order online through AuthorHouse, Amazon, or Barnes & Noble.

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Here are new reviews of my novel, Fulfillment - It's All About Power. Order your copy for $5 using the Buy Now button below. Please e-mail me your thoughts about the book. I know you will enjoy reading about finding purpose and fulfillment, what these times mean, and how to increase your power.

  "Michael Sullivan’s new book Fulfillment is “all about power,” but also about the evolution, history and demise of the ancient Mayan culture and how their knowledge of, and connection to, the natural world has implications for modern times.

  Sullivan is profoundly adept at weaving the ancient and the arcane with a contemporary tale of mystery, suspense and enlightenment – including the mystery of the crystal skulls.

  Like the power of the vortices in areas of the American desert Southwest, Fulfillment drew me in from the start and, page after page, kept me wanting to know more.

  Fulfillment is just that – a surprisingly fulfilling, intense and fascinating read."

Patricia R. Healey

Freelance Editor

Bellevue, Idaho

Here's a review covering a central theme in Fulfillment:

"I just finished reading Fulfillment. Very impressive! I especially enjoyed the way you wrapped it all up with your worldview in the final chapter. For me, personally, I feel enriched by the book in three ways: First, I got to know the author (the definition between fiction and nonfiction is obviously blurred throughout). Second, I got a renewed interest in human history. And, third, by reading Fulfillment, I feel as if I have come much closer to understanding this "shift of consciousness."

Kim Richard Smith

Author

Junction City, Oregon

Here's a review highlighting the satisfaction that Fulfillment brings:

“Fulfillment is an extremely well-written novel based on historical evidence and mystical beliefs of the Mayan culture. You will travel into mystery and adventure in today’s world while gaining an historical perspective of this once-powerful civilization. Since the characters are realistic and depth-based, you will feel that somehow you are accompanying them as an unseen observer. A great way to get involved in a mystery while learning both current and historical facts about the exotic locations and cultures."

Bob Kreibich

Consultant

Scottsdale, Arizona


Here is a review of Fulfillment from a reader who had a hard time putting the book down:

"I was on a Spiritual Journey back in 1994, and 'Fulfillment' takes place in Belize where I was. It is so riveting, I can't put it down. Anyone, who is spiritual, or leans that way, please don't hesitate...go for it!!!"

Nancy S. Collins

Dennis, Massachusetts

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Fulfillment Chapter 1

Discovering one’s purpose in life – and how to fulfill it – may be our greatest challenge. It is a trial-and-error process, as Tom Wolftone learns in Fulfillment – It’s All About Power.
  Here's a taste of the story. For more, scroll to my previous blog post offering you a free sample of the first 4 chapters. The e-book is available through this site for only $5 or for NOOK e-readers for just 99 cents through Barnes & Noble. The PayPal feature on this site has been disabled, so simply mail a check to me at P.O. Box 2881, Cottonwood, AZ 86326.

Chapter 1

Why Am I Here?

The sea was providing no answers. Gently rolling waves licked the sand where Tom Wolftone sat, gazing at the horizon. Shimmering, turquoise and lime, as ancient as the planet itself, the Caribbean softly nibbled at the beach.
  There was a time when the sea had spoken to Tom, whispering wise advice while he walked an Oregon beach. He had listened, followed the advice and later understood why. Now? Nothing.
Six weeks in this obscure country and his purpose there was still a mystery to him. Six weeks of perpetual sweating, a pox of insect bites and the consumption of quarts of the weak, over-priced local beer. Six weeks of visiting the remnants of Mayan cities and ceremonial sites, of trying to understand the decline of that once-mighty civilization and the current status of its humble descendants. How could he understand when the Maya, themselves, didn’t know?
  Or did they?
  Tom had been drawn to Belize in a way he didn’t understand. He felt there was work to do, that he had a purpose to fulfill in this tiny nation.
  Six weeks later he was still mystified. Why was he here?
  Belize seemed to have been with Tom as far back as he could recall. The country’s name resonated hard with him the first time he heard it, as though there were some connection. He was drawn, finally, to quit his job with The Post-Standard and take off. No one really understood that seemingly rash act, although some thought they did: the lure of palm-fringed beaches, rum punches in the comfort of a swaying hammock, escape from the tedium of a daily newspaper. Actually, it was all that – but something much more. And that was the part eluding Tom.
  “Have you been waiting long?”
  The voice behind Tom belonged to Jack Dunraven, who Tom was meeting for dinner.
  The question had an immediate double-meaning for Tom but he answered the most-obvious one.
  “Not long,” Tom said as he rose and slapped sand off the seat of his pants. “Maybe 15 minutes. That’s OK. I was enjoying the water.”
  Punctuality was not crucial in this part of the world. Time was more abstract than in the U.S., the land of ubiquitous timepieces. Belizeans were not in a rush, ever. There was always plenty of time.
  Jack, a British expatriate in his mid- to late-40s, had lived in Belize the past 15 years – long enough to become a citizen and to marry a Belizean woman. He was program director for SMACO, an acronym for the Santa Maria Archipelago Conservation Organization. SMACO, a non-governmental entity, managed a chain of 14 cays offshore.
  Tom had first met Jack the day he arrived in Punta Gorda and an immediate bond formed. They quickly discovered not only a shared interest in protecting the natural world from excessive – and often unnecessary – exploitation but in metaphysics and mysticism. Tom didn’t share that side of himself with many people.
  “Hungry?” Jack inquired, smiling.
  “Starved.”
  “Well, let’s go then.”
  The men strolled along the shoreline for about 100 yards toward a gray, three-story compound containing half a dozen apartments and a top-floor restaurant. Maria’s Bayshore Cafe was one of the few eateries in town that offered an alternative to the nation’s standard, ubiquitous “fry chicken” with rice and beans. As they climbed the stairs up from the courtyard, Tom noticed large patches of black mold spotting the building’s walls, typical of most concrete structures in this humid climate. No one seemed concerned about it, though, unlike the U.S. where black mold was considered a health hazard.
  The restaurant, however, was clean and bright; the view of the Bahia de Amatique from the veranda was magnificent; and Maria’s food was exceptional.
  Tom led the way to his favorite table, next to the railing above the water and close to the kitchen. The aroma of curry drifted toward them.
  “How was the trip?” Tom asked.
  “Fairly easy. The sea was calm all the way. Actually, it was quite beautiful.” 
  Broad in the chest and standing a little more than six feet tall, Jack was a robust defender of the cluster of tiny islands, 35 miles offshore. His passion for the site was so vigorous that he tended to alienate some of the natives he hoped to draw into his alliance. There was a strong environmental consciousness, manifesting in national protection of the long reef system and creation of several national parks and wildlife sanctuaries. But Belizeans did not like being pushed – especially by an outsider. And, most distressingly, many locals exhibited a sense of complacency about threats to the sea.
  “Would it be possible to get out there with you sometime?”
  Tom had already had enough of jungle living. He and Rhonda Fuller were renting a stilted house 20 miles inland, near the Mayan village of San Pedro Columbia. The heat, humidity, rain and hordes of biting and stinging insects there had made life unbearable. Here, in town, a steady breeze cooled the air a bit and kept mosquitoes at bay.
  It was the sea that had lured him anyway. Tom looked again at the water. Colors were shifting, reflecting the rapidly changing moods of the sky. The sun was setting behind them, streaking the offshore clouds with bands of pink and orange. A patch of water about half a mile out glowed with a carnelian hue.
  “I don’t see why not,” Jack replied. “But, I’ll have to clear it with Lenora. Sure, if it’s OK with her.”
  Lenora Carranza and her husband, Mario, operated the main water taxi service across the bay to Guatemala from the downtown wharf, as well as arrangements for inland excursions to Mayan sites and national parks. The Carranzas were also the co-founders of SMACO.
  Maria suddenly appeared next to their table.
  “Good evening gentlemen. How are you?”
  The round, middle-age, East Indian/Creole woman looked tired. Tom knew she worked long hours to make a go of her restaurant, which was open for lunch and dinner seven days a week. She, her husband and three daughters lived in a downstairs apartment, so Maria was always on call. Her two helpers were incapable of running the place without her, she had told Tom.
  “Fresh from the sea and ravenous,” Jack answered.
  “That’s good, because tonight we have fish fillets, fresh from the sea,” Maria said with a smile. “But not quite ready yet. Can I get you some drinks?”
  “Sure. How about rum punches?” Tom asked Jack.
  “Excellent. You’re talking about the one with pineapple squash and coconut juice?”
  “Indeed.”
  “Make it two,” Tom told Maria.
  “And I’m ready to order dinner now,” Tom added. He remembered the three-entrée menu scribbled on a chalkboard behind the bar as they entered, as well as the length of time it always took for food to appear, even though he and Jack were the only customers.
  Tom ordered curried chicken with steamed rice and vegetables, while Jack bit on the fish fillet.
  “Why do you want to go out to the keys?” Jack asked.
  “Just to see what it’s like out there. I’m feeling penned up here. I need to get out on the water.”
  “I hear you. I’m surprised you’ve taken life in the bush as well as you have. How’s your book coming?”
  “Slowly,” Tom said, grimacing. “I really can’t get rolling on it. I dumped the original idea, so I’m off in a different direction.”
  “It’s not going to be about the Maya then?” Jack looked surprised.
  “It’s going to be a novel. I haven’t gotten many insights about the Maya here that I could turn into a book. Either they don’t know, or won’t say, what caused their civilization to collapse in the thirteenth century. So, no, it won’t be a scholarly work. I’m tired of that anyway. It’s one of the reasons I quit the newspaper.”
  Maria quietly appeared and put their drinks on the table. Nothing fancy here. No paper umbrellas topping the small water glasses. Just the fine Belizean One Barrel rum and the mixes over purified ice cubes. The beach resorts at Placencia, San Pedro and Caye Caulker catered to tourists who were charmed by cute presentations. No one bothered with that in gritty Punta Gorda.
  “Here’s to fiction then,” Jack said, raising his glass.
  Tom clicked his glass against Jack’s.
  “Sometimes fiction is the best way to put the truth across,” Tom said, smiling. The two men gladly sipped their drinks.
  “Do you know anything about the crystal skull that supposedly was found at Lubaantun?” Tom asked.
  “A bit,” Jack said, smiling. “It’s supposed to have mystical powers. The daughter of an archaeologist, Anna Mitchell-Hedges, said she found it in the ruins there in nineteen-twenty-four.”
  “Right. There’s some question about whether that ever happened, but I guess the skull is real. Anna Mitchell-Hedges has taken it on tour with her, and I’ve seen photos of it. There apparently are several others. Most of them were supposedly found in Mexico and Central America, at Mayan and Aztec sites. You know, the funny thing is, I’ve known about that crystal skull for maybe the past ten years or so, but I had no idea it was found here until I visited Lubanntun about a month ago. What a coincidence, eh?”
  They both laughed. Neither of them believed in coincidences.
  Lubaantun was built and occupied by the Maya from the seventh through the 12th centuries, Tom had learned. Some estimates put the peak population at around 20,000 people, although there was little sign of that level of occupation. It’s estimated that approximately 300,000 Maya once lived in Belize – more than the nation’s current total, mixed population. Five main plazas and 13 smaller ones sprawl across the site, located less than two miles from San Pedro Columbia. The limestone structures were unique in several ways, including rounded corners. Unlike Maya sites on the Yucatan Peninsula, little restoration work had been done; so many of the ruins consisted mainly of rubble.
  “I’ve been there several times,” Tom continued, savoring the warmth of the rum in his belly. “I’ve talked to the caretaker, Alberto, about the story. He was in on one of the later digs, back in the nineteen-sixties or seventies; he’s met Anna and seen the skull. He said it’s life-size and has a removable jaw. She gave him three different versions of the skull’s discovery, so I’ve got my doubts. Some people think it was manufactured in Germany and bought at an auction in England in nineteen-forty-three.”
  “Yes, I’ve heard that,” Jack said, his expression turning serious. He looked intently at Tom. “I agree that it wasn’t found at Lubaantun, but I’m sure it wasn’t manufactured in Germany.”
  “What’s your theory?”
  “It’s not a theory. It’s a fact.”
  “OK. I’m listening.”
  Jack took another sip of his drink.
  “Well, you know I’ve been involved in protecting the keys for the past few years and I spend quite a bit of time out there.”
  “Sure.”
  “As a result, I’ve heard many stories about those keys. Pirates of course. They certainly were there. But did you know the Maya lived out there? It’s quite a journey by boat today, so it’s hard to conceive of it. They had an outpost, regulating trade along the coast, from the Yucatan to Honduras. “We’ve found lots of buried artifacts and trade goods. Obsidian blades, turquoise, things like that.”
  “I knew that was the purpose of Tulum and Cerros, but I wasn’t aware of anything this far south, in the keys.”
  “No. It isn’t well known. It seems no one spent much time digging out there because nothing was apparent. Actually, we’ve kept what we’ve discovered to ourselves.”
  “Who’s we?”
  “Oh, people involved with this project. People with an interest in what we’ve found. That’s all I can say right now.”
  “What else did you find?”
  Tom looked up as he saw Maria approaching and was quiet. 
  “Would you like more drinks?” Maria asked, smiling.
  “That’s a good idea,” Jack replied. “Certainly.”
  When Maria walked back toward the bar, Jack continued.
  “We found the remains of a city out there, underwater. For some reason, those islands never attracted much interest from divers or fishermen. Maybe because they’re so far out. In any case, one of our people was following up on a tale he’d heard some time back and started poking around out there. He had an idea of where to look and, by God, he found some ruins about twenty-five feet underwater.”
  “Are you kidding me?”
  “Not at all. If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you out there to see for yourself.”
  Tom paused to absorb what Jack had just told him.
  “I’d like that. Very much. So, where does the crystal skull fit into this?”
  “That’s where it was found.”

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Failed prophecy

There's much ado about prophecy these days, with commentators divided between believers and skeptics.
In one corner, there are the end-times advocates who contend we're in the final days, that the return of Jesus to straighten out the mess is imminent, and that only certain Christians will survive. Of course, people have been saying this for the past 2,000 years. How bad does it have to get before The Savior makes an appearance?
Jews are still waiting for their Messiah, after some 3,000 years, while Muslims await the arrival of their Mahdi to make things right.
And there are those who pay attention to the Mayan and ancient East Indian calendars, both of which end in 2012 and predict the end of "this world" and the birth of a new world. It's a bit vague, though, as to whether there will be a leader involved in this transformation.
Do you put any stock in prophecy?
One school of thought maintains that a fulfilled prophecy is a failed prophecy, that the purpose of prophecy is to wake people up and inspire them to change course.
In that respect, I'm continually reminded of George Orwell's prophetic novel "Nineteen Eighty-Four". The British writer uncannily saw a future world of endless wars with nebulous enemies. Published in 1949, the work accurately foresaw the current deployment of U.S. troops around the world, fighting wars this nation had no business getting into, hypnotized by the dulcet tones of Big Brother assuring the people that all is well, and a totalitarian government that sought to control the lives of its citizens. The current policies of misinformation, "doublespeak," torture, and government eavesdroping on private citizens was eerily predicted. Fortunately, Big Brother Bush is no longer able to fool the populace as he did in 2003, when he launched an invasion of Iraq to "instill democracy" in that chaotic, factionalized land. Unfortunately, American youth are still dying because of this madman's folly. And he still won't admit that he was wrong.
Was it prophecy? Was Orwell's vision simply that of a person who could see where things were headed and who tried to warn people, to wake them up? Isn't that what prophecy is all about? The predicted outcome is only inevitable if the words are ignored -- as they usually are.
While some people seem to be content being led around by the nose by "leaders," or waiting for "saviors" to emerge to make it all go away, I'm encouraged to see a grassroots movement in this country, outside government, to do what needs to be done -- without relying upon charismatic leaders.
It's long past time to wake up and become active.

Mayan prophecies

A Google search reveals scores of Web sites devoted to prophecies of the ancient Maya regarding the end of their calendar in 2012. Some are fear-based, some are hopeful. The date is only five years off, so many of us will be around to see for ourselves what comes down.
Interestingly, many East Indians believe that the current age of Kali Yuga will also end in 2012. Hmm.
But, why wait for a predicted event to occur? If you're interested in seeing the current world of wars, diseases, dysfunction, greed and corruption come to an end, get busy and do something about it. As my book "In Search of a Perfect World" documents, predicted events have come and gone for thousands of years with no significant change. Will 2012 be any different?
For updated views on Mayan prophecies in relation to current events, go to:
www.earthchangesmedia.com.

Separating Truth from fantasy

How does one separate Truth from fantasy?
Is there an infallible test we can use to determine whether, for example, the installation of freedom and democracy was the true reason U.S. troops were sent to invade Iraq?
Is it possible to simply trust your intuitive, "gut" feeling about such things?
We don't have to totally abandon logic in favor of intuition, because both are tools of consciousness. The ideal state of discernment is a balance between the two.
Using the example of Iraq, does it even seem logical that an administration which has steadily nibbled away at personal freedoms at home and does not seem to honor the principles of democracy that call for citizen challenges to government abuses would risk the lives of thousands of U.S. troops to install democracy in a distant nation that has never known the phenomenon? Why Iraq? Why not Sudan? Or China?
Well, you can draw your own conclusions about this. The point is that we all need to use discernment when evaluating anything we hear.
There have been many prophecies about the world to come. Some of them focus on the year 2012. The year 2000 never figured in ancient prophecies, but many people believed that either Jesus would return or something dire would happen that year. In both the ancient Mayan and ancient East Indian calendars, 2012 was seen as the year in which the current age will end and a new world will be born. First, however, the old world must wither away. Corrupt institutions and dysfunctional belief systems will crumble, it's been said. Current events seem to reflect this devolution. We'll know in about six years.
Google 2012 and you'll be amazed at what comes up.
So, does this mean a savior is about to appear, or that the Antichrist is lurking somewhere out there? Or, might it be that each of us has savior/antichrist potential within us?
It's something to think about.

Chapter excerpts

In Search of a Perfect World excerpts:

INTRODUCTION (Published in 2005)
"Huge industries, financial institutions, governments and purveyors of materialistic philosophies such as capitalism/consumerism have been teetering. Massive employment layoffs, scandals, corruption and a general feeling of insecurity mark this age, despite the self-serving boosterism of Wall Street." (Here we are, 4 years later. It was all smoke and mirrors)

CHAPTER 3
"Jesus never claimed to be the Messiah and did not predict the end of the world.
"... Christian doctrine and scriptures during the ensuing centuries would be developed along the parameters established by Constantine the Great."
"The (Crusades) degenerated into chaotic orgies of looting and murder that did little to advance the cause of Christianity and Western civilization in the Holy Land."
"... Pope Alexander III, in 1179, identified another threat to the power of the Church -- the Cathars. The pope declared a crusade against these enemies. During the subsequent 30 years, an estimated 1 million people died in Southern France -- all of them devout followers of the teachings of Jesus."

CHAPTER 8
"The history of millennialism ... demonstrates the resiliency of the notion that humanity requires a savior to escape from the bondage of this sinful world."

CHAPTER 9
"Sai Baba has declared that humanity is witnessing the end of Kali Yuga and will be making the transition to another Golden Age by the year 2012."
"The Mayan calendar ends in the year 2012."
"In Islam, the Imam Mahdi is expected to usher in the ideal state."

CHAPTER 10
"According to the Vedantic view, the recorded history of the world has been the history of Kali Yuga."
"Militant Islamists clearly said they were attempting to bring about their own idea of a utopian world."
"...if the Age of Materialism is ending, what follows? Call it the Age of Realization."
"If one accepts any form of end-times doctrine, what does one do? Let go of it."
"The search for a perfect world and hopes for salvation on Earth represents ... humanity's search for understanding the great mystery of life, for overcoming feelings of abandonment and alienation and as a recognition of the shallowness of material values."

We're all creators

An excerpt from the book:

Chapter 10:
"It is definitely possible to create one's own utopia. More and more visionaries are doing so, in limited ways. If the number of people sharing this vision is sufficient, the energy will spread, overcoming cynicism, fear and negativity."

"The power of creativity is part of the package we all come into this life with and ... is our ultimate purpose on classroom Earth."

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Whose world is this?

With two years left in George W. Bush's presidency, evangelical "Christians" and certain corporate interests are pressing hard to ensure that they can create their versions of a perfect world, whether or not it benefits the majority of U.S. citizens.
Believing that the return of Jesus and destruction of the world is imminent, the "Left Behind" folks show little respect for the natural world and are focused upon wiping out their perceived forces of "evil," such as militant Islamists -- or anyone who disagrees with their aims.
Listen to evangelical radio talk shows or read letters to the editors of newspapers and a pattern emerges: Some people calling themselves Christians are complaining of persecution in the U.S. They demand "freedom of religion." The freedom they actually seek is to impose their vision of God and morality upon everyone else. No other view of divinity exists in their minds. All else is "Satanic" or "false doctrine," ignoring the fact that the majority of this world's citizens are not Christians and are sincerely leading spiritual lives.
The LDS Church and Jehovah's Witnesses are even denounced as nothing but "cults," because their "Christian" doctrine differs from the hard-core evangelicals.
I recently heard a radio evangelist declare that only born-again Christians will survive the tribulation that some Bible literalists have been expecting for the past 2,000 or so years. Isn't it time to stop living in the past, basing one's worldview on a heavily edited -- and highly questionable -- history of the Jewish people and the expurgated and misconstrued teachings of Jesus?
Much of the Bible has recently been called into question. Most recently, the "lost" Gospel of Judas challenges the long-accepted notion of his betrayal.
Modern preachers put their own spin on biblical passages, fashioning them to mean whatever they think it means.
When their attempts to create a Christian theocracy in the U.S. are thwarted by civil libertarians, the born-againers cry out about a "War on Christmas" or a "War on Easter." Many of them support the war in Iraq, however, and seem to view it in Apocalyptic terms.
War seems to be foremost in their thoughts, possibly because they see themselves at war with Satan. Violence, within the nation's mass media and to "enemies" abroad, is acceptable to these folks, but let one female breast see the light of day and the rigidly righteous unleash their sanctimonious wrath upon the media. Their obsession with "pornography" and a vague notion of "sin" ignores the real dangers in our society -- bigotry, violence and a growing police state.
There's often a sizeable gap between their preaching and their practice. That hypocrisy is part of the reason Americans are turning away from Christian churches and are finding spiritual comfort in other understandings of divinity.
The "evildoers" subtrefuge can be found throughout recorded history, as fanatics have attempted to create their visions of a perfect world by killing, imprisoning or subjegating anyone in the way. Demonization is often the first step.
The alleged "persecution" of various ethnic or religious groups has often been the pretext for wars or assaults on civil liberties.
For a view of this strategem, go to:
http://www.crossroad.to/Persecution/persecute.html
OR for a more-objective view, check:
http://www.religioustolerance.org/rt_overv.htm

For a history of religious intolerance, order a copy of this book.

For more insight into the current and previous Bush administrations, and on major financiers and industrialists during the past century, go to:
http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/8425/BONES.HTM
http://www.freedomdomain.com/skullbones.html
For additional information on the Bush family, check out:
http://www.theramp.net/kohr4/geronimo_skull.html

Stay tuned for further developments

As events in Washington, D.C., and around the world involving Islamic militants continue to unfold, the background information provided in this book will help make sense of what's going on and where we're headed.
It's not all doom and gloom, but we're definitely going through a period of transformation right now. Transformation is showing up in the form of natural disasters, continued revelations of corruption in high places and the frantic attempts of the religious and political right to gain further control of government-- realizing that their game is up.
Stay tuned.
Informative links:

www.sathyasaibaba.net/articles/kaliyuga.htm
www.cazekiel.org
or
www.breakthroughcelebration.com