For End of the World, a French Peak Holds Allure By MAÏA de la BAUME, Published January 30, 2011 for Bugarach Journal By Nanda Gonzague for The New York Times
A myth surrounds the Bugarach mountain and its supposed magnetism. Some people plan to take refuge there on Dec. 21, 2012.
BUGARACH, France — The rocky mountain of Bugarach, rising just over 4,000 feet in the Corbières Mountains, in one of the poorest and least populated areas of France, has long attracted hikers and nature lovers who like to wander its gentle slopes in search of rare species of orchids.
Didier Gromaire, likens Bugarach to California in the 1960s, saying, “Things appear more clearly here.”
But in recent years, the mystic beauty and remoteness of the mountain has lured another, less common variety of hiker. Residents call them “the esoterics,” people who believe that the end of the world is coming — don’t forget to mark your calendar — on Dec. 21, 2012. Last month, the mayor of Bugarach, a tiny village at the foot of the mountain in the southern district of Aude, alerted the local authorities after he read on Internet forums that believers in the apocalypse planned to take refuge here in 2012. “Some Web sites in the U.S. were selling tickets to come here,” said Jean-Pierre Delord, the mayor. “We are 200 locals; we don’t want 2,000 to 3,000 utopians showing up in Bugarach.” Some French and international Web sites devoted to the apocalypse claim that the mountain of Bugarach is a sacred place that will protect them from the end of the world. Some even believe that, on doomsday, they will be spirited away by a group of aliens who live under the mountain. The date in question is when a 5,125-year cycle in the Mayan calendar supposedly comes to a close. A local innkeeper, Sigrid Benard, who offers rooms only in the summer, said she had received numerous calls from people wishing to reserve rooms and mobile homes from the beginning of December 2012 to the end of January. “People know I’m closed in the winter,” Mrs. Benard said. “But those people said they wanted to come three weeks before the apocalypse and book the week afterward to see what happens.” Many here, including the mayor, do not want to see Bugarach transformed into a safe haven for those he called “apocalypse believers and lunatics.” They point to an increasing presence of “esoterics,” who settled in Bugarach around the year 2000 and who are also attracted to the tranquillity, the low price of real estate and the history of the area. “Those people belong to a New Age circle of influence,” Mr. Delord said. “Today, they do business on pure fables; they build inns and organize collective therapies.” One of the esoterics is a former teacher named Jean. With a wise look and linen pants in winter, he resembles a neo-hippie. He recently settled in a yurt in the forest near Bugarach with hopes of building what he calls “the civilization of the heart.” “The apocalypse we believe in is the end of a certain world and the beginning of another, a new spiritual world,” Jean said, refusing to give his last name because of the increasing local controversy. “The year 2012 is the end of a cycle of suffering,” he said. Bugarach is “one of the major chakras of the earth, a place devoted to welcome the energies of tomorrow.” For other people around France, Bugarach is not just a quaint village with a mountain.
“We all know that aliens are there for thousands of years,” said Paul Ponssot, the owner of a Paris-based bookstore specializing in esoteric literature. “They may be the forces who will help us get through 2012.” In the little town, even the most pragmatic visitors acknowledged the special atmosphere of the place, silent and vibrant. “Bugarach is like California in the ’60s,” said Didier Gromaire, a social worker from Chambéry who spent three months in Bugarach last year. “Things appear more clearly here; when you arrive, you feel that this is the beginning of a new life.” Bugarach and its surroundings still bear significant traces of medieval religious sects and orders, including the Cathars, who built remarkable castles nearby. A few miles away sits the village of Rennes-le-Château, whose supposedly hidden treasures have inspired many international authors, including Dan Brown, author of “The Da Vinci Code.” The peak of Bugarach has long been called “the sacred mountain”; geologists say that soon after the mountain was formed, it exploded and the top landed upside-down. The mountain is also said to have inspired French authors like Jules Verne in “Journey to the Center of the Earth,” and American filmmakers like Steven Spielberg in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” Several reports circulating on the Internet even suggested that former President François Mitterrand visited the peak by helicopter, that there was often a halo of cloud shaped like a spaceship around the summit and that planes never flew over the mountain because of supposed magnetic waves. “People built an entire myth around the magnetism of the mountain,” said Jean-Luc Lamotte, 60, a retired businessman who owns a house nearby. Some residents say that they sometimes see parades of people, their arms crossed in an X shape, climbing the peak with figurines of the Virgin Mary in their hands. Ismo Nykanen, a Finnish journalist who settled in Bugarach with his family a few years ago, said he once spotted several groups of people, some dressed in white, some naked, carrying a ball and a golden ring hung by a thread. “They stay several months during the summer in campers parked at the bottom of the peak,” Mr. Nykanen said. His teenage daughter, Elsa, said she once saw a truck with a message spray-painted on its door: “Collective suicide: Bugarach 2012.” Cristina Breiner owns a guesthouse in the nearby village of Rennes-les-Bains. She was recently brought by a friend to a meeting of local esoterics. “They dress like ordinary people and strongly believe that someone in the sky is sending them messages,” Mrs. Breiner said.
Mayor Delord is trying to figure out how to curb new influxes of utopians in the area, especially with the apocalypse coming. In a country where the government lists at least 30 movements preaching the apocalypse, the mayor’s concerns are not abstract. “If it happens as in Mr. Spielberg’s ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind,’ ” Mr. Delord said, “it would be necessary to call in the army.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Preface : I consider this story to be indeed a personal believe of people in higher identities and that these people use this mountain as shelter to enlarge their views and give it a materialistic and lively character. Even though I don’t share these views and beliefs my fiction story will handle what these people consider the truth and as believers will witness with their own eyes. A state of turmoil will be their destiny… Main Characters : -
Mayor Delord, Mayor of Bugarach Paul Ponssot, the owner of a Paris-based bookstore specializing in esoteric literature. Jean, esoteric and a former teacher.
Sigrid Benard, a local innkeeper, offers rooms to tourists.
Difficult words in article : -
esoteric : likely to be understood or enjoyed by only a few people with a special knowledge or interest. quaint : attractive in an unusual or old-fashioned way.
Turmoil on Bugarach mountain The last thing she expected was for Paul Ponssot to open his door. Paul was a tall man over six feet and 250 pounds. He carried it well, with a large head full of curly blond hair. He was wearing dungarees which seemed to have gone through a black hole and come out the other side as one itself. She could not retrieve the original colour of his clothing. He had, what ones was, a white towel wrapped around his neck and she could see some drops of blood seeping through it on the left side. They stood there, scanning each other’s faces for a few seconds trying to take in what had happened just now. She could see in his eyes he had problems grasping what had happened yesterday and that now, one day after, his beliefs had become reality. Paul Ponssot too could see that she was in denial of the truth that surrounded them, he saw it in her eyes, that’s for sure. Ingrid Benard, was the local innkeeper who kept refusing people like Paul Ponnsot, to rent them a room out of season because these esoteric believers thought the end of the world was approaching. If I was a non-believer yesterday, she thought ,the truth couldn’t be more eye-opening then the scenery she was observing the day after. The mountain that was her home with all its lush and geographical characteristics was now unidentifiable. If this is the end of live, she wandered, what must the beginning have been like. The total opposite of this.. It was very difficult to imagine, just like it is difficult to picture the final wall of the universe, these ravages were mindboggling, intense and at the first impression, too big for a person’s mind.
Paul Ponssot came to Bugarach for the first time in spring of 2012. His mission then was to examine the talked about mountain Bugarach. Bugarach mountain, for apocalypse believers, a safe haven to wait for the end of days on 21 December 2012. Today it was the 22nd of December, one day after what appears to have been the apocalypse, the final chapter, but not for all of them. At least two people survived, that’s how far the math and hope went. Neither Ponssot, the tenant of Sigrid Benard, and the landlord herself had the notion of what was ahead. Was it the end or a new beginning of something?
“Are you ok, you’re bleeding?” Sigrid asked. “I am” said Ponssot. But she could see he was in distress, just like she was but it felt as if her emotions were locked and safe behind a thick metal door. So far so good she thought, shivering by the thought what lay ahead for them. “Are you convinced now?” he asked bluntly. This question a prove of his shaken demeanour. “Convinced of what? Convinced of the fact that you and me are sitting here not knowing if we are in hell, as in dead, or still alive and the world as we know it no longer exists. She sat down on the chair, the one remaining piece of furniture in the room. She sat down opposite from where he was sitting. “What do you remember from the last 24 hours?” Sigrid asked. Ponssot had just renewed his blood-drenched towel as he tried to decipher the question the non-believer had asked. “I know where I was when the roaring sounds began” the obese man said. I was talking to our best friend the mayor who reminded me on the fact that he wasn’t tolerating us any longer when this pursue of madness as he called it was over. Ponssot continued, It was at this moment the continuous deep sounding noise went crescendo and reached a nagging ear-poisoning high. Unbearable, so we both fled to different directions. That’s the last thing I remember before the light went out. “The light went out?” said Miss Benard. “Yes literally, it was like somebody tugged the tiny rope next to a baby’s crib. Just like that it seemed as if working hours were over and it was time to call it a night. (He grinned and whispered) call in a night... damn sure it was night.
After a few minutes gazing at the rubble that surrounds them they came to the conclusion their might be other survivors. Maybe his temporary neighbour and believer from the first hour, Jean , was in need of any kind of assistance. They went outside, stopped and soon their eyes found each other. Even though nothing could be said, she tried to read his lips because they seemed to be making a word pattern. After a few moments his words became intelligible and she repeated them for him as if both of them had to hear the words in order to believe them, The world has truly come to an end, she said.
The end.