"From the sky will come a great King Of Terror!!!

~The year 1999, seventh month,
From the sky will come a great King of Terror.
To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols,
Before and after Mars to reign by good luck~ (TRANSLATED)

Yes, that was a quote from a passage from Centuries (Century 10, quatrain 72) by Nostradamus. Prophet to some, and bullshitter to others. Some of Nostradamus' predictions that have come to past include details of the French Revolution , the rise of Napoléon, the Great Fire of London in the 17th century, the work of Louis Pasteur, Hitler and World War II, and of course the rise and fall of many European monarchs. More recently. the interpreters of Nostradamus have been debating whether or not he predicted the tragic events of September the 11th in America.

I have read much of Nostradamus' work to try and ascertain for myself whether any of it is true.

Firstly, I do not believe in ghosts. Don't try and convince me otherwise because I'm not buying it.

Secondly, I believe in the existence of extra terrestrial life forms, but whether I believe they reside on the Earth is another story.

Thirdly, being interested in Psychology encourages me to believe that most 'other-worldly' phenomenon experienced by individuals throughout this country can be explained by perceptual anomolies.

I do confess that there seems to be something astonishing about Nostrodamus. Now, I strongly believe the 'Bible Code' to be a myth. If you randomly generate numbers, shapes etc you will always at some stage create a 'cluster' effect. Explained simply, you cannot make a cherry cake without some of the cherries inside becoming a cluster. Any random incident in your life where you believed it was either a big co-incidence or 'spooky' or 'fate' or whatever, can almost always be explained away with the 'cluster' effect.

I will not accept, despite very strong, feasible arguments to suggest otherwise, that everything that occurs in life is random chance. I do not accept the 'evolutionary' theory of life without a 'creationist' theory backing it up.

I WANT to believe. I once became an Athiest when I was a lot younger following a number of years being brainwashed at a school in Scotland that was run by a sick, twisted religious maniac.
I turned away from the idea of spirtuality and God, I never really gave a damn for the bible, it has never been anything more than a, moralistic tale of yore, for me.
What I discovered was my life gradually, but surely became empty. I stopped believing in any chance of an afterlife. I believed prayer was a waste of time. I did not know how the world or life came to be but had decided the creationist theory must've been wrong. My teacher was always convinced that the world was such a terrible place that Jesus was bound to arrive any moment, and she believed that with every droplet of blood in her body. I can still recite the books of the bible in about 15 seconds...all 68 or so from the Old testament and most of the New, but wasn't at the school long enough to remember them all because I moved on to another school. God only knows what possessed this woman to teach us such mindless bollocks because knowing the books in order only helps you to find a particular chapter quicker, you learn no more about god! I imagine she was probably abused by her god bothering father as a young child, she must have been, in order for her to grow up to be so warped. Her name was Miss Black. A suitable name, I'm sure you'll agree?!

(EyeCeyE eventually returns to the topic of Nostradamus...(sigh)

Nostradamus only ever gave two specific dates in all the hundreds of quatrains he wrote. The first one was when he stated something on the lines of 3 score and 6 to state the Great Fire of London. He also managed to predict the plague that preceeded the fire. If the fire had not occured the black plague would've spread much further.

The second was when he described the title of this post.
"From the sky will come a great King of Terror..."

Now the date he gave for this to occur, bare in mind I first read this quatrain in about 1995. He stated that on the seventh month of 1999 this King of Terror will descend upon the earth. I have read a number of peoples arguments about whether you choose to take the seventh month literally or not. I myself thought it was interesting that September 11th, when you turn the month September into French becomes Seven. Interesting, but probably implausible. I don't care really.

One thing about Nostradamus, before I go further, is that much of the reason why he wrote in such a crytic way was that at the time he wrote most of his work he could not put to print his every word because he would be tried as some kind of heretic by the French Churches. So he put pen to paper in encrypted poetry form.

His methods of obtaining these 'visions' are also interesting. He would read various books such as 'I Ching', whilst performing a ritual involving a selection of psychoactive, psychadelic, and psycho-stimulating drugs. He basically started tripping and I'm sure saw some interesting things. Too little is known about how exactly he came about his visions but I like the mystery.

One thing I realised when I was an atheist was that life was too damn lonely. Believing in something is a gift. It is special because it allows your mind to fill with all sorts of potentials. Now I am old enough to have developed my own belief. Having something to believe in is better than not believing at all.

I preferred being a child when the Tooth fairy still flew under my pillow, when Jack Frost would paint frost on the windows, and when Santa would come down the chimney at Christmas. Growing into an adult appears to involve the definite decaying of fantasy and adventure. This is not a natural occurence but a societal influence. I thankfully have not lost that aspect of my person. I regularly go on adventures believe it or not. Ok most of them are with the help of Advance Dungeons and Dragons. I also have fantasies, not all sexual....honest! The world is too dark and gloomy. Sitting at home watching the News is sad enough. People should stop being so up themselves, should let their hair down more and have some fucking fun.

One of my old friends who shall remain nameless reminds me of everything I don't want to be. By old friend I mean exactly that, he no longer is. He was always trying, ever since school, to be super mature. When most of us were messing about making tits of ourselves, he would try not to find it amusing as it was below his adult mentality. I mean, how childish!!

No, you have to enjoy life for what it is, and being an adult is not all it cracked up to be. I remember when I was seven wishing I was an adult so I could stay up later. I was sure that when you are a grown up things will be brilliant, but lets all be honest they're shit!! I'm not depressed don't get me wrong, but just think back for a minute. The long afternoons playing out in the fresh air, running everywhere you went without ever getting out of breath. Popping home with a friend for some banana sandwiches, then the rest of the neighbourhood gathers round your back yard cos you're playing about with mousetraps and you make one of the kids cry because he can't have a shot, at your say so. (such power for a young child). Anyway, the older I get the more I am starting to fucking resemble that guy on the fast show....."jumpers for goalposts"

so, Nostradamus, did he 'see' the bombing of September 11th? Did he predict correctly that the war would rage for 28 years following, and that during this time, 'the east will be set ablaze'???
I sincerely hope not, only time will tell.......................