End of Days by Sylvia Browne

Posted by admin_akashic on Aug 9th, 2022 in Stories

Many sudras [Godless ones] will become kings, and many heretics will be seen.
There will arise various sects, sannyasins [elevated ones, gurus] wearing clothes colored red.
Many will profess to have supreme knowledge because, thereby, they will easily earn their livelihood.
In the Kali Age, there will be many false religionists.
India will become desolated by repeated calamities, short lives, and various diseases.
Everyone will be miserable owing to the dominance of vice and Tamoguna [apathy, inaction].
Earth will be valued only for her mineral treasures.
Money alone will confer nobility.
Power will be the sole definition of virtue.
Pleasure will be the only reason for marriage.
Lust will be the only reason for womanhood.
Falsehood will win out in disputes.
Being dry of water will be the only definition of land.
Praiseworthiness will be measured by accumulated wealth.
Propriety will be considered good conduct, and only feebleness will be the reason for unemployment.
Boldness and arrogance will be equivalent to scholarship.
Only those without wealth will show honesty.
Just a bath will amount to purification, and charity will be the only virtue.
Abduction will be marriage.
Simply to be well-dressed will signify propriety.
Any hard-to-reach water will be deemed a pilgrimage site.
The pretense of greatness will be the proof of it, and powerful men with many severe faults will rule over all the classes on Earth.
Oppressed by their excessively greedy rules, people will hide in valleys between mountains, where they will gather honey, vegetables, roots, fruits, birds, flowers, and so forth.

Suffering from cold, wind, heat, and rain, they will put on clothes made of tree bark and leaves.
And no one will live as long as twenty-three years.
Thus, in the Kali Age humankind will be utterly destroyed.

Is it me, or does a whole lot of this description of the Kali Age sound awfully familar?

Buddhism

According to legend, twenty-five hundred years ago Queen Maha Maya, wife of King Suddhodana of northern India, had a dream one night. In this dream a beautiful white elephant encircled her and entered her right side. Wise men interpreted the dream as a sign that a magnificent son would be born to the queen and king, a prince who, if he remained in the palace, would become a great ruler. If he declined his royal lineage, however, he would become a Buddha, or an Awakened One.

A son was born to the queen and king. They named him Siddhartha, which meant “all wishes fulfilled.” High walls were built around the exquisitely beautiful perfection of the palace to prevent Prince Siddhartha from being exposed to anything that might devastate his privileged isolation—it was ordered that he should never be exposed to the seriously ill, the very old, the dying, or most definitely not any wandering holy men.