Archive for June, 2009
Jo Anne Hart on Iran Coup 1953
Posted in Exo-Politics, Iraq War, News with tags 1953 iran coup, coup, Exo-Politics, iran, jo anne hart, News on June 19, 2009 by skyscrapedFault Lines
Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, poetry, song with tags delphi, delphi music, fault lines, jimi hendrix, light in the belly of the wheel, lyrics, new song, song on June 19, 2009 by skyscrapednew 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
Iran, Gaza, and why Obama’s words still ring hollow
Posted in Essay, Iraq War, News with tags elections in iran, gaza, iran, iran iraq, israel, middle east, obama, us hegemony on June 19, 2009 by skyscrapedI 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.
Contact.
Posted in Annunaki, Spirituality, lyrics, music, song, syncronicity, ufo with tags carl sagan, contact, jimi hendrix and ufos, jodi foster, music, music and ufos, rock and ufos, rock music, ufo on June 19, 2009 by skyscraped“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.
The Egg of Isis
Posted in Essay with tags egg shaped ufos, invisible college, samhain, texas ufos, ufo on June 12, 2009 by skyscraped“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)

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.

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)
Cosmic Trigger-finger.
Posted in Uncategorized with tags cosmic trigger, illuminatis audiobook, illuminatis! trilogy, robert anton wilson, robert bauval, terrance mckenna, time wave 2012, time wave zero, wavy gravy on June 11, 2009 by skyscrapedJust found this excellent link to some audio books and other meta information from the vaults of the late Robert Anton Wilson. I personally just got the first audio book of the Illuminatis! Trilogy (one of my favorite books of all time). I regret that I don’t read as much as I used to; while the exponentiation of novelty increases, the brain must find suitable ways to adapt, to take in more information at a time. That being said, I could literally read this book twenty three times and not see all the angles the same way each time. Such is the probability of chaos.
Also in true RAW fashion, I stumbled across this interview with Robert Bauval in which he says he realized the connection between Orion and the Giza pyramids while camping in the desert of Saudi Arabia. I found this clip on my Youtube subscription updates the day after I’d just gone into a tangent in my 11th grade class about the Milky Way and my parents’ experiences camping in the Arabian desert (which actually happened during the same period Bauval was also in Saudi, although I don’t think they knew each other).
I plan on visiting Egypt next year if I return to Saudi. There’s just nothing like seeing things for yourself to solidify your grasp on reality, and unfortunately mine never seems to be satiated. I could be standing on top of the entrance to Shambala in the Himalayas talking to a glowing 9-foot tall snake man named Osiris and I’d still have to ask for his license and registration. Curiosity killed the…woman, right? Or was it female incarnation of the cat essence? I’m sure that has nothing at all to do with the original face carved on the Sphinx.



Wavy Gravy once asked a Zen Roshi, “What happens after death?”
The Roshi replied, “I don’t know.”
Wavy protested, “But you’re a Zen Master!”
“Yes,” the Roshi admitted, “but I’m not a dead Zen Master.”
In other news, I need a back rub.
If you ever really wanted to know
Posted in poetry with tags cheryl anderson, hardest fucking decision i've ever made in my goddamn life., invisible college, learning, poetry, teaching on June 10, 2009 by skyscrapedI am not the portrait drawn of me.
the voiceless mouth, the flawless skin;
the shades of red in my lips are not so noticeable
unless I’ve been in the throws of some mad conversation.
I am not the apple-picker.
I do not force you to eat forbidden fruit;
my sins are my own.
And my legs; mine to walk halfway
between worlds like the clockwork of planets
following invisible threads.
My hands, mine to break the air
with gunshot notes
from the hammered voice of an old piano.
I am, however, every teacher
who has brought me closer
to the Invisible College.
I am every line of every book
that changed my molten core.
I am a gift of another’s self-sacrifice and time;
I am the pain of their sleepless nights,
their worried hearts, their noble concern.
I am the byproduct of their compassion, and their madness.
Compassion to care more for the world
than for their own comfort, or security;
madness to believe the world
might offer something in return.
For the world
looks at madness
like a tumor to be removed.
I am not the bringer of light to dark places,
but the broken clay jar
with its mildewed scrolls
placed hesitantly inside of me.
In compassion,
I honor their names.
In madness,
I offer my own.
Witch’s Apprentice
Posted in delphi, music, poetry, song with tags delphi, esoteric, lyrics, new song, poetry, songs, witch's apprentice on June 7, 2009 by skyscrapedI dreamed I was a witch’s apprentice
but she didn’t know my true name
I learned all her spells too quickly for a novice
And it sent her into such a rage
So I ran to you but you were with another
piece of pretty meat on your bed
I cried out but you wouldn’t listen
cause the hair between your fingers it was red, red, red
yeah the hair between your fingers, it was red
I ran to a bar that should’ve been condemned
by the Dream Police ten years ago
A bird headed lady sat next to a Jackal
and they whispered in tones so low:
“Go to the fire, girl, and raise your fist in the air
It’s not too late to know you are alive
Don’t trust the water, and don’t drink the wine
The prettiest things are made of lies, lies, lies
yeah the prettiest things are made of lies.”
So I hopped a train heading out East of Eden
West into the Land of Nod
An old vagabond with the skull of a Thunderbird
emerged from the shadowed boxcar
He looked like hell but said to call him Shakespeare
he knew every line of every play
He spoke in sonnets to the Dark Lady
Who taught him how to hop the dream train
He said:
“Go to the fire, girl, and raise your fist in the air
It’s not too late to know you are alive
Don’t trust the water, and don’t drink the wine
The prettiest things are made of lies, lies, lies
yeah the prettiest things are made of lies.”
I landed in a field of corn people
who’d just woken up from Creation
They couldn’t see but they could still remember
A time when they were not separate
Then the field opened up and the dream came down
We saw a city inside a fiery lake
And the angels of the earth and the fire spirits
All screamed in fits of jealousy
AND I RAN to the fire
And raised my fist in the air
Cause it’s not too late, I know that I’m alive
I won’t drink your water
Or trust your wine
and the pretty things you tell me
they are lies, lies, lies
All the prettiest things are made of lies.
Light in the Belly of the Wheel
Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, song with tags delphi, light in the belly of the wheel, lyrics, new album, song on June 6, 2009 by skyscrapedComing mid-summer 2009, title track from upcoming album.
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
Caught in a tidal wave, a hurricane a’ blowin
Knock me down with one look, and stab me where I’m hurtin’
Pick me up on a nor’easter pirate wind, and the clock is moving faster
and Time Wave’s kicking in
The mathematics of the situation slowly collapsin’
and I am closer to the core of it, but science won’t admit
that we are free, free, free radicals in the atoms of the stars
We will eat up all the earth and move to the pyramids on Mars
where Cydonia is cryin just like New York City did
Just before the Big One baby, now come on and take a hit
Through your third eye projected, am I wrong or am I right?
Is this vision of the future just born out of my mad mind?
Or are we Light, Light, Light in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your heart inside? The Truth is what you feel
Caught in a dreamscape that I cannot wake from
I see the pattern moving faster and I hear those distant drums
I hear Sitting Bull asking just “Who can own the earth?”
As the Ghost Dance brings up refugees buried in the dirt
And the chorus of the oceans sings a tragic opera
But still the ancient whales forgive, say “Someday you will learn,
That you are Light, Light, Light in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your heart inside? The Truth is what you feel.”
So I’ll sing, sing, sing until the strings begin to break
and the fire in my lungs turns into an ashen grave
When the bombs go off I’ll be a ghost holding a guitar
and my words will sink into the ground but the story’s in the stars
So come on, lonely ones, and find out who you are
It’s a process of unburying the voice inside your heart.
You are Light, Light, Light, in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your hurt inside? The Truth is what you feel
We are Light, Light, Light, in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your heart inside? The Truth is what you feel
We are Light, Light, Light, in the Belly of the Wheel
Come on and SING YOUR HEART tonight, the Truth is what you feel