Children of the Wasteland

When you write your fiction, tell the Truth.

Saudi Lines resemble the Nasca Drawings

From “Desktop Archeology” in Saudi Aramco World:

For nearly a century, archeologists have routinely used aerial photographs as a key tool for discoveries and investigations. In western Europe, the discovery through aerial reconnaissance of tens of thousands of previously unknown sites has transformed the way the past is interpreted and explained. In discussions of archeology, aerial views are often far more informative than ground photographs because the aerial views show the whole site within its geographical and environmental context, and they often show patterns too subtle or confusing to be recognizable on the ground.
Amid the patchwork of Google Earth’s satellite imagery, 15 to 20 percent of the Arabian Peninsula is covered at resolutions high enough to show archeological structures.
Above: Amid the patchwork of Google Earth’s satellite imagery, 15 to 20 percent of the Arabian Peninsula is covered at resolutions high enough to show archeological structures. Below: Google Earth’s ability to tilt the viewing angle provides oblique views like those from an aircraft. The dark lines are the remains of stone walls barely visible on the ground (bottom). Animals may have been driven into this “barbed arrow” structure; the rounded “hides” at the points may have given cover to hunters.
Animals may have been driven into this “barbed arrow” structure; the rounded “hides” at the points may have given cover to hunters.

In the Middle East as a whole, there is a growing awareness of the value of this technique, particularly given the volume and complexity of remains and the need to balance preservation with rapid industrial development. Jordan has instituted and supports a program of aerial archeology, to which I have contributed. Recently, however, archeologists have begun to use the satellite imagery publicly available since the launch

saudi rock circle

saudi rock circle

lines in saudi arabian desert

lines in saudi arabian desert

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July 15, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | Ancient Civilizations, Annunaki, News, ufo | , , , | No Comments Yet

Ophelia’s Wine

If love is a foreign legion you have to level
with your hegemonic democratic war machine
I guess it never occurred to you that you might need a back up
a lover to invoke your heartbroken dreams

I’ll sing about the tetrahedral signs you draw
to keep your possessions at bay
but my heart is the Holy Ghost you forgot
when you signed your life away

Dr. Faustus hear me out
Dr. Frankenstein, put your books down
Dr. Jekyll, get out
I’m drinkin’ Ophelia’s wine

If fire is an elemental thing you control
with your nuclear demons inside
wiping out the populations of your soul
while you buy yourself a bit more time

Then my magick is a storm cloud over the sea
raining frogs down in Tokyo
everything’s connected like the web to the tree
you can’t destroy what was created, you know

Dr. Faustus hear me out
Dr. Frankenstein, put your books down
Dr. Jekyll, get out
I’m drinkin’ Ophelia’s wine

Oh, my love
Get on your pale horse
Ride away from here
Oh, my love,
Get on your chariot
Swing low
cause they will eat your fear

July 14, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | delphi, lyrics, music, song | , , , | No Comments Yet

On the Cusp of the Great Change

July 14, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | delphi, poetry, song | , , , , | No Comments Yet

A Curse, for The Controllers.

Motherfucking chode popping
harbingers of dispair and devolution,
you bitches are going
DOWN.

We are not your vaccination test monkeys,
your sympathetic petri dishes,
your lay-down-now-this-won’t-hurt
push pin dolls who drink the milk
that does nobody any good,
(especially those bloated Monsanto cows
with utters reaching to China)
We are not your anti-bacterial
insanitation device,
We are not your hospitals where
our poorest go to die–

And we are not your swine flu.

Is that shit even real?

Do you know ANYONE who has it?

When was the last time you looked in the mirror
and didn’t try and pronounce yourself diseased?
When was the last time you didn’t take ANYTHING
to feel good, to feel normal, to feel healthy?
When did you get off without the blue pill?
When will they cure female impotence, by the way?
Maybe it’ll be the day when they stop raping
our bodies for good nutrients,
our earth for resources,
our children for their creativity,
our animals for their lack of tear ducts
and inability to scream,
our mothers for their desire to
but who silently sit and watch their children take the bullet.

You MOTHER-fucking, MOTHER-killing, diseased minds of
impotent old men who wish their cocks were bigger than the heart of the sky,
wish their minds were stronger than the inevitable march of entropy,
wish their goals were as infallible
as the supernova of a hundred billion latent Sun Gods;
You bitches, and I do not mean to insult the pregnant mothers of puppies,
for dogs are better and more genuine than any pretense of humanity
you suppose;
You whores, and I do not mean to insult prostitutes, for fucking for crack and money
is more noble than allowing a Satanic cock up your ass for power, as you have done;
You, you who say your power resides
in policies of disease, manipulations of science, and the perversion of the word “Medicine”;
You do not get my body.
You do not get my mind.
and you, shall never inherit
any earth I walk upon, so long
as the soul in my cunt screams louder
than any bomb, any shot, any death
brought by the silent pill
the syringe
or the gun.

July 13, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | News, Spirituality, delphi, poetry, syncronicity | , , , , | No Comments Yet

Truth is a bullet thought dressed in rags

with its head between the finger and the trigger.
An opinion does not kill or maim
An idea has no weapon
An apocalypse is a revelation
not Death, destroyer of worlds.

Don’t tell me not to have an opinion
on genocide.
Don’t tell me not to have an opinion
when leaders rob children of their human rights.
Remember, Gaza?
Remember, Guantanamo?
Do you really want to put your faith in Hope?
Or how about in that elusive bullet,
Truth, the mist of a strange gun,
the smoking mirror, the grassy knoll hit man,
the Mossad death squads, the Iran Contras,
the MK Ultra sex slave apprentices,
the Montauk time captives,
the 17 of the 19, the Building Sevens,
and the coincidences
that I don’t believe are coincidences?
Feed my mind the whole grain, not the processed;
Give me info-shamanic organic non-material, non-matter
because it does
not
matter.

Your country does not matter
Your anthem does not matter
Your judgment does not matter.

I feel more connection to a Muslim in the Middle East
than to the ravings of a Sunday School priest class.

Fake nails that don’t scratch the surface
Music sung out your ass.

Shut up.

You have destroyed the Revelation before it’s begun.

But there’s a handful of others who have opinions for guns
and they wield them delicately, carving the air
bulletproof; gunslingers of the last days
Children of the Wasteland, falling away
and against the ebb and flow of the peace train
that’s just a swan song when you chip off the paint.

Truth is a bullet thought, slicing the air;
Challenging the brainpan
to remain intact.

July 6, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | Exo-Politics, Spirituality, Traveling, delphi, lyrics, poetry | , | 2 Comments

Jo Anne Hart on Iran Coup 1953

June 19, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | Exo-Politics, Iraq War, News | , , , , , | No Comments Yet

Fault Lines

new song, out soon.
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson

Oh, Jimi, why?
Why are there lights
moving my pen
whenever I write
This is the time
Watch the fault lines
They’ll act like our kind
but they’re dead inside

Oh, you know, you know, you know it
Oh, you know, you know

I count 69 spirals inside
216 million points of light
The rose is on fire
in the tower tonight
I’ll give all my love
to carry it right

Carry it, I’ll carry it, sweet chariot
sweet chariot, take me, take me home

Your Mother’s on fire if your darkness is your light
Gonna take a little ride into paradise
got a merman sittin’ shotgun 1983
we got directions from a message given to me
Pay attention, little girl, hold out your hand
said the Devil to the Angel of the Promised Land
Well I’ll never stop lookin’ for the glass in the sand
And I’ll never give my heart to a dying man

You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend

The fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
And the words become real if we sing ‘em
You can channel anything, why don’t you then?
All the real ones did, what happened to them?

Call up the sky
ask for a light
‘Scuse me while I
take this ride
back to the beach
where the stars first met me
where the sky is clean
See ya round, Jimi

June 19, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | delphi, lyrics, music, poetry, song | , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

Iran, Gaza, and why Obama’s words still ring hollow

I am no fan of tyranny, but I do think the elections in Iran are the harbingers of a coming destabilization project meant to “save the Iranians” the way we “saved” Iraqis:

Even the American left-wing has endorsed the U.S. government’s propaganda. Writing in The Nation, Robert Dreyfus’s presents the hysterical views of one Iranian dissident as if they are the definitive truth about “the illegitimate election,” terming it “a coup d’etat.”

What is the source of the information for the U.S. media and the American puppet states?

Nothing but the assertions of the defeated candidate, the one America prefers.

However, there is hard evidence to the contrary. An independent, objective poll was conducted in Iran by American pollsters prior to the election. The pollsters, Ken Ballen of the nonprofit Center for Public Opinion and Patrick Doherty of the nonprofit New America Foundation, describe their poll results in the June 15 Washington Post. The polling was funded by the Rockefeller Brothers Fund and was conducted in Farsi “by a polling company whose work in the region for ABC News and the BBC has received an Emmy award.”*

The poll results, the only real information we have at this time, indicate that the election results reflect the will of the Iranian voters. Among the extremely interesting information revealed by the poll is the following:

“Many experts are claiming that the margin of victory of incumbent President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was the result of fraud or manipulation, but our nationwide public opinion survey of Iranians three weeks before the vote showed Ahmadinejad leading by a more than 2 to 1 margin — greater than his actual apparent margin of victory in Friday’s election.

Auspicious, considering Obama’s Middle East talk on June 4, which is the impetus for the majority of this post.

Spare change, loose change, but none we really believe in.

The symbolic act is one which incorporates the literal while evoking the metaphysical. Symbols arguably are more effective, efficient, and can produce longer-lasting control mechanisms than most physical actions. They pervade our advertising, media, and corporate loyalties; they irrefutably control our belief systems, religious and political. I believe Barack Obama is one of our most symbolic presidents yet. As Middle East historian Mark Levine says, “the West, and the US in particular, has a habit of taking symbols too seriously.” Levine is addressing the open-handed goalpost speech and promises made to the Middle East in the early part of Obama’s administration. While it is arguable that merely changing our symbolic vocabulary towards Islamic countries has a strong effect on popular support, it is also reminiscent of a rhetoric echoed by Bzrezinski of all countries facing hegemonic domination:

A mythical historical narrative to justify the case for such a protracted and potentially expanding war is already being articulated. Initially justified by false claims about WMD’s in Iraq, the war is now being redefined as the “decisive ideological struggle” of our time, reminiscent of the earlier collisions with Nazism and Stalinism. In that context, Islamist extremism and al Qaeda are presented as the equivalents of the threat posed by Nazi Germany and then Soviet Russia, and 9/11 as the equivalent of the Pearl Harbor attack which precipitated America’s involvement in World War II.

It is this construction of a new , untouchable narrative that worries me. A narrative of uncorrupted, audacious, and nearly impenetrable “Hope” has established not only a new definition of the empathetic hero, but a new heroic paradigm that, if confronted, will garner exponentially more support from the population than that of a tyrannical fearmonger. The narrative of a turning point, a real “Good Guy” in the driver’s seat, is pervasive; the passivity that previously dulled the so-called “movements” in the past has now been co-opted, branded, and repackaged. And we swallow. And with good reason; Obama and is a genius with words, and words are symbolic resonances at the core of human experience.

I propose we do a side-by-side comparison of his June 4, 2009 Cairo speech to the Muslim world, and his June 4, 2008 speech at the American Israeli Public Affairs Committee, for a closer inspection of the symbolic resonance. Interesting that the dates are exactly one year apart.

Stylistically, the two follow a similar tactical rhetoric:

June 08:
I first became familiar with the story of Israel when I was 11 years old. I learned of the long journey and steady determination of the Jewish people to preserve their identity through faith, family and culture. Year after year, century after century, Jews carried on their traditions, and their dream of a homeland, in the face of impossible odds.

June 09:
Part of this conviction is rooted in my own experience. I am a Christian, but my father came from a Kenyan family that includes generations of Muslims. As a boy, I spent several years in Indonesia and heard the call of the azaan at the break of dawn and the fall of dusk. As a young man, I worked in Chicago communities where many found dignity and peace in their Muslim faith.

June 09:
So let there be no doubt: Islam is a part of America. And I believe that America holds within her the truth that regardless of race, religion, or station in life, all of us share common aspirations – to live in peace and security; to get an education and to work with dignity; to love our families, our communities, and our God. These things we share. This is the hope of all humanity

June 08:
Finally, let there be no doubt: I will always keep the threat of military action on the table to defend our security and our ally Israel. Sometimes there are no alternatives to confrontation. But that only makes diplomacy more important. If we must use military force, we are more likely to succeed, and will have far greater support at home and abroad, if we have exhausted our diplomatic efforts.


June 09:

This is a difficult responsibility to embrace. For human history has often been a record of nations and tribes subjugating one another to serve their own interests. Yet in this new age, such attitudes are self-defeating. Given our interdependence, any world order that elevates one nation or group of people over another will inevitably fail. So whatever we think of the past, we must not be prisoners of it. Our problems must be dealt with through partnership; progress must be shared.

June 08:
Not when there are still voices that deny the Holocaust. Not when there are terrorist groups and political leaders committed to Israel’s destruction. Not when there are maps across the Middle East that don’t even acknowledge Israel’s existence, and government-funded textbooks filled with hatred toward Jews. Not when there are rockets raining down on Sderot, and Israeli children have to take a deep breath and summon uncommon courage every time they board a bus or walk to school.

June 09:
Palestinians must abandon violence. Resistance through violence and killing is wrong and does not succeed. For centuries, black people in America suffered the lash of the whip as slaves and the humiliation of segregation. But it was not violence that won full and equal rights. It was a peaceful and determined insistence upon the ideals at the center of America’s founding. This same story can be told by people from South Africa to South Asia; from Eastern Europe to Indonesia. It’s a story with a simple truth: that violence is a dead end. It is a sign of neither courage nor power to shoot rockets at sleeping children, or to blow up old women on a bus. That is not how moral authority is claimed; that is how it is surrendered.

June 08:
That is the change we need in our foreign policy. Change that restores American power and influence. Change accompanied by a pledge that I will make known to allies and adversaries alike: that America maintains an unwavering friendship with Israel, and an unshakeable commitment to its security.

June 09:
I know that for many, the face of globalization is contradictory. The Internet and television can bring knowledge and information, but also offensive sexuality and mindless violence. Trade can bring new wealth and opportunities, but also huge disruptions and changing communities. In all nations – including my own – this change can bring fear. Fear that because of modernity we will lose of control over our economic choices, our politics, and most importantly our identities – those things we most cherish about our communities, our families, our traditions, and our faith.

“He is almost above America, above the world, like God.”
-Evan Thomas, Newsweek

“Moreover, as America becomes an increasingly multicultural society, it may find it more difficult to fashion a consensus on foreign policy issues, except in the circumstance of a truly massive and widely perceived direct external threat.”
– “The Grand Chessboard: American Primacy and its Geostrategic Imperatives,” by Zbigniew Brzezinski (1997), Council on Foreign Relations, National Security Advisor to President Carter and adviser to Presidents Reagan and Bush the First.

June 19, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | Essay, Iraq War, News | , , , , , , , | No Comments Yet

Contact.

“But like the solar system is going through a change soon and it’s going to affect the Earth in about 30 years, you know, I am talking about the Earth itself.”

-Jimi Hendrix (San Diego Free Press, June 1969)

The connection between Music and the mysteries of the Universe has always been an intrinsic one. This video lead me to hunt down some articles on artists who have had UFO encounters. Probably the weirdest would be the Jimi Hendrix story related below.

From Alien Rock by Sean Casteel:

Knight told Beckley a remarkable story about Hendrix, an event that happened a few years before Hendrix became the legendary and much beloved guitar hero.

“It was during the wintertime,” Beckley said, “and they were playing a small gig in upstate New York, near Woodstock. This was before the Woodstock Festival, so it has nothing to do with that, except as a point of location. It was not very far from Pinebush, where there’s been a lot of UFO activity in the last few decades.

“Anyway, as I understand it from Curtis,” Beckley continued, “there was a very snowy blizzard and the boys in the band were trying to get back to Manhattan. They got snowed in. It was so cold outside that they couldn’t even open a window. The windows had frozen. They had the engine still running, and the carbon monoxide filled the car. A couple of the other guys passed out in the backseat, but Jimi was still able to breathe apparently, and he claimed that a cone-shaped object landed on the road not far from their vehicle. A door opened on the side of the craft and a being came out. He described it as kind of like a cross between a feathered creature, maybe like Mothman, and an angel.

“This thing drew its wings out and walked around the vehicle, and where it walked, the snow melted. So they were able to get out of the blizzard and get back to New York. Jimi always told Curtis that if it wasn’t for this being coming from the ship, he was sure that they would have all died in that car that night.”

1983 (A Merman I Should Turn To Be)

Hooray, I awake from yesterday
Alive, but the war is here to stay
So my love, Catherina and me,
decide to take our last walk
through the noise to the sea
Not to die but to reborn,
away from lands so battered and torn
Forever, forever

Oh say, can you see
it’s really such a mess
Every inch of Earth is a fighting nest
Giant pencil and lipstick
tube shaped things,
Continue to rain
and cause screaming pain
And the arctic stains from silver blue
to bloody red
as our feet find the sand, and the sea
is straight ahead, straight up ahead

Well it’s too bad THAT our friends,
can’t be with us today
Well it’s too bad

The machine, THAT we built, would never save us, that’s what they say
(That’s why they ain’t coming with us today)
And they also said “it’s impossible for a man to live and breathe under water, forever,”
was their main complaint. And they also threw this in my face, they said:
“Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God, and the grace of the King”
(grace of the King … Yeah, yeah)

So my darling and I make love in the sand, to salute the last moment ever on dry land
Our machine, it has done its work, played its part well.
Without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell
Starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile
Before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise
Of the out of style, the out of style, out of style (oooh)…

“Right this way,” smiles a mermaid — I can hear Atlantis full of cheer.

June 19, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | Annunaki, Spirituality, lyrics, music, song, syncronicity, ufo | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Egg of Isis

“An egg of wondrous size is said to have fallen from heaven into the river Euphrates. The fishes rolled it to the bank, where the doves having settled upon it, and hatched it, out came Venus, who afterwards was called the Syrian Goddess-that is, Astarte. Hence, the egg became one of the symbols of Astarte or Easter.” (The Two Babylons, Alexander Hislop, page 109, quoting Hyginus’ Fabulae pp. 148, 149) The Sacred Egg of Heliopolis looks like nothing so much as a minaret, and the crescent at its peak like nothing so much as a representation of the crescent Venus. (link)
Egg of Isis

I’ve often wondered what it would have been like to be a fly on the wall when that thing landed. Not the last egg-shaped UFO descent, either:

TEXAS UFO PACES COUPLES’ CAR,

WOODLANDS — On October 26, 2000, with rows of lights on the underside of each leg traveling silently and at fantastic speed. It is a clear, cold night and I was outside with my telescope facing ESE at Orion. I looked up from the telescope when at about my 11:00 position I spotted a V-shaped formation of circular diffuse white lights on the underside of a ’solid’ V-shaped ‘fuselage’ which was transparent (could see star field behind it) and shimmered like a mirage. From 4 to 6 closely spaced lights down each leg of V and 1 at point. Their diameter was nearly the width of each leg. They pulsed slowly at one-second intervals and simultaneously, and shimmered in sync with rest of craft. At first sight, it was at least as big as both fists held at arms length. Estimate altitude at between 2000 and 5000 feet. Traveled straight and level SSE at what must have been thousands of miles per hour and was completely silent. Fantastic, dizzying speed. Within view for approx. 5 seconds. At last sight it was about the width of my pinkie at arms length.

SAN ANTONIO — On October 30, 2000, two witnesses noticed a twinkling star with blue and red flashing lights at 11:30 PM. One witness reports that her ex husband grabbed the binoculars, looks and says, “Damn these binoculars work good, there’s blue and red flashing lights coming from it.” I looked and saw a round shaped white light with flashing blue light on the left side of the object and red on the other. It looked like a slowly moving satellite or star. I looked back about three minutes later, but the flashing lights were gone. Now there was only a single red light sitting on top of the object! Shocking and exciting to see! I looked again several minutes later, no red or blue lights at all and the shape of the white light had changed entirely. For one it was not horizontal anymore, it was more vertical and now it was shaped like a long hot-dog and pointed on an incline towards the heavens! It was moving into space slowly. I think it was a satellite, but my ex husband says satellites don’t have lights on them or change shape. Thanks to NUFORC http://www.UFOcenter.com

SAN ANTONIO — On Friday night, October 27, 2000, Awais M. reports, “My girlfriend was driving to San Antonio to pick me up when this unidentified object flew towards her car. At first the thing might have looked like a plane, but after closer inspection, it seemed otherwise, and she could not decipher or identify the object.” “The unidentified object hovered and it came very near her car. It seemed like it was targeting her for several seconds. She wanted a closer look at it, but driving made things difficult. She also saw a white light and red flashes along the side.” “While we were coming back to Corpus Christi, she saw it again and pointed the object out to me.” He described the UFO as “stagnant and hovering perfectly. The object seemed to follow us back to Corpus, and before heading to my house I saw it up high.” “The next day, I saw it again and wondered what the origin was. So I called the naval station (U.S. Navy base in Corpus Christi.) and not surprisingly, they had no idea what it was.” Thanks to UFO Roundup Joe Trainor Editor. 11/2/00

And of course, looking at those dates, I remember three very strange nights of halloween in my hometown of Sunnyvale, Texas, in the year 2000. On October 30, I dreamed for the first time of a secret society called the Invisible College and of being in a desert surrounded by children, looking for it. The next night, October 31, I went out into the woods beyond our house and worked an Opening ritual to the other world. I specifically used a Gaelic Druidic traditional opening, memorized for the occasion. The moon was full, and I meditated on it for a long time. In deep meditation, something appeared infront of me. It was small with a shifting shadowy appearance, thin and humanoid. It told me to think of it as Pan. It looked at me with deep, large, black eyes, and I asked to be taken with it to the other world. It then reached out its tiny hand, and pulled out a large white light from the center of my chest. It inspected it closely, and said, “Not until your heart is pure,” before shoving it back inside my body and then disappearing. This all happened while I was in a trance, but what shot me out of the trance was a large flash of light from the forest. I actually physically saw the white light, as it was so bright that I came out of meditation. That night, I slept for only an hour, and had another vivid dream that I’ll write about at a later time.

Invisible College

I’m not quite sure where all this is going, just that I need to collect it, all in once place.

“He divided the monstrous shape and created marvels (from it). He sliced her in half like a fish for drying: half of her he put up to roof the sky, Drew a bolt across and made a guard hold it. Her waters he arranged so that they could not escape.”
According to Kramer (1956), Tablet IV of The Epic of Creation described Marduk’s treatment of Tiamat’s corpse.(link)

June 12, 2009 Posted by skyscraped | Essay | , , , , | No Comments Yet