Just in case you thought that idiotic numerological analysis of the Bible died out with the waning popularity of prophetic equidistant letter search texts like The Bible Code in the late nineties and the brief flutter with The Da Vinci Code earlier this decade, let me point you to the latest incarnation of this kind of superstitious idiocy: Temple at the Center of Time (thanks to Ed Brayton for pointing to this gem of distilled madness). Having something of a tin ear for prophecy, I can't say I follow the premises of this argument, but it's broadly based on measurements of the size of the Temple of Jerusalem, and the distance between the temple and other things in the world. At first glance, I have to wonder what exactly that proves. Paris is x miles away from Barcelona, but that does not mean that in year x something magic is going to happen - and why miles? Surely if one does the calculation in kilometres or that good old Biblical measure of cubits (kilocubits?) or the number of miles it takes to drive the distance rather than as-the-crow-files, all the prophecy goes to pot. 
I also notice that they are using old measuring points. In many cities, there are plenty of different places to measure from. In London, one can pick from hundreds: some tourist landmark like Big Ben or Nelson's Column, or perhaps Buckingham Palace, or Westminster Abbey, or 10 Downing Street. These days, most measurement in London is done from the Charing Cross - there is a small tower with a cross on top outside the railway station on the Strand. I do not know for how long it hs been the measuring point, but surely, if this is so important for God and prophecy, such that those of us in the twenty-first century need to be aware of this vital prophecy, God would have ensured that such trifling conditions of acceptance of prophecy as the points from which one measures cities are fixed, and that whichever pesky little bureaucrat in the Greater London Authority has tried to mess with prophecy would be instantly rebuked. It is God's plan, after all, and you don't fucking mess with stuff like that.
And there's no point in prophecy unless we have a date set for the apocalypse: and, of course, it's 2012. Scribble that one down. The Prince of Peace is coming back in 2012! Still, at least we won't have to endure the Olympic Games much longer, and I won't have to pay back my student loans.
