The Yemen Nightmare - What is Obama doing now?

HOW DO WE HAVE A WAR ON TERROR? A CONCEPT, A POSITION, NOT A COUNTRY, BUT ITS PEOPLE???

I dreamed I live in Yemen. We had been warned of the bombings, at least three days in advance. Some people attempted to store whatever grain they could store, underground. Rice, wheat and barley. They believed that after 10 years they would be able to retrieve it and plant their crops again.

The siren was really loud and the bombs, the noise of the bombs careening into our village was very, very loud. Along with the screams. Children were being ripped apart. Body parts, limbs and blood everywhere. We ran for cover under our house but we just are not certain how long we can remain there. It is a terrible day.

Brick Laborers

Local Children

Dedicated to the Sun God

So my question is, why, in God's Holy Name, is the US beating up on another poor country with barely any arms to fight back? Why is this some sign of bravery? Is threatening smaller countries without nuclear arms the US way of being the bully in the global school yard?

 Market Place

I found this website that gives a good picture of Yemen. Can we say that the US military have any clue about these people, what is important to them, and how they live their lives??

For pics of Yemen see: http://www.2canadiansonbikes.com/Photo%20Yemen.html

Yemen Trip from March 17 to April 04, 2006   http://www.2canadiansonbikes.com/Journal%20Yemen.html Country: Yemen Duration: March 17 to April 04, 2006 Distance Traveled in the Country:  ~ 3000 km Memorable Impressions of the Country:  Yemen has exceeded our expectations in a very positive way.  Most people coming to Yemen are on organized tours, sheltered in pre-booked high end hotels, transported in convoy of 4WD's and escorted by police.  We truly feel we have experienced Yemen.  The motorcycle has given us the opportunity to be approachable anywhere we stopped.  Yemeni people will go out of their way to help you.  They are very proud of their country.  Even though it is a poor country, the people are happy.  We can't count all the smiling faces and laughing eyes we have seen.  The western media has blown the situation in Yemen totally out of proportion.  There are definite areas with civil unrest (and we have seen it), but in the most part the people are very peaceful.  Guns and daggers are very visible, and part of their culture.  At no point of our journey did we feel unsave.  In addition to its helpful and friendly people, Yemen offers one of most spectacular landscapes.  From the desert and no mans land in the west to enormous mountain ranges in the east.  Yemen has several World Heritage sites very accessible to the public.  We both experienced one of the most memorial days in our lives in Yemen. When I think of Yemen I get emotional, because it has given us so much, a true taste of Arabic people and culture and new found respect for the Muslim religion.  People here are much more affectionate toward each other, something that our western society has lost a long time ago.  As we traveled through this country we asked ourselves numerous times, who has a better life and there is no answer.  Most Yemeni people have a hard life and barely make ends meet, but they are still happy.  We will remember forever the dozens of people surrounding us at every stop, welcoming us to Yemen and asking a million questions.  Gasoline Cost: Varies from place to place.  All gas is leaded and no per litre cost indicated at the pumps.  Approx. $0.40/litre Hotel Cost: On average about $30.00CDN Food & Drink Cost: Very Cheap. There is no consistency in pricing. Special Thanks to: Adnan (Yemen), Addy (Yemen), Nader (Canada), Zahara (Canada), who helped us enormously to make this trip happen.

Wikipedia:
Yemen is one of the oldest centers of civilization in the Near East.^[1] Its relatively fertile land and adequate rainfall in a moister climate helped sustain a stable population, a feature recognized by the ancient Greek geographer Ptolemy, who described Yemen as Eudaimon Arabia (better known in its Latin translation, Arabia Felix) meaning "fortunate Arabia" or Happy Arabia. Between the 12th century BCE and the 6th century CE, it was dominated by six successive civilizations which rivaled each other, or were allied with each other and controlled the lucrative spice trade: M'ain, Qataban, Hadhramaut, Awsan, Saba and Himyarite.^[2] Islam arrived in 630 CE, and Yemen became part of the Muslim realm.
The Yemeni desert regions (Rub' al Khali and Sayhad) were the core settlements of the Nomadic Semites that would migrate to the North, settling Akkad, later penetrating Mesopotamia,^[3] eventually conquering Sumer by 2300 BCE, and assimilating the Amorites of Syria.
Some scholars^[who?] believe that Yemen remains the only region in the world that is exclusively Semitic, meaning that Yemen historically did not have any non-Semitic speaking people. Yemeni Semites derived their Musnad script by the 12th - 8th centuries BCE, which explains why most historians will date all the ancient Yemeni kingdoms to the 12th - 8th centuries BCE.

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Fabled Enemies

CA says "The world should just dance and dance and dance."

Anyway, the dream I had was very interesting because, like I said, I haven't seen you or talked to you in a million years and then you pop up in my dream. I don't know exactly what could have triggered it. Sometimes that is what does it. I follow my dreams very closely, and since I have been on Facebook, I have dreamed about my FB friends, some of whom I have never met.

So, in the dream, I am talking to my mother, who is telling me that she want to get with you. I look at her like she has lost her everloving, cause I know that you ain't gonna go for a domineering woman like my mother. Plus you are married, but she didn't care. I just nod and say, "Oh, yeah mom, you sure about that?" She gets rather cocky as if she knew she could get you and all your worldly possessions.(Okay, my mom is presently in a nursing home, so there is little chance she would be able to get her brains together to pull that feat off, but back in the day, when she had all her faculties, she would surely do it, or at least try.)

The dream starts with us in your house. (I have never been to your house so of course it looks like my imagination). Anyway, you have a steep wide driveway.. and it made me think that your house was much larger because of how big your driveway was. My mother and I are talking in the foyer area, or front part of the house. Your house seems to have several rooms on the first floor, almost like a split level home. When you first step in, there is a living room area but off to the left is a hallway, and possibly a bathroom and some bedrooms, we didn't go that far in the dream, I just felt that those rooms were there. You come out of this hallway area to the left, and you are soooo handsome. your hair is medium afro, black and shiny.. You look so young and vibrant in this dream. But your handsomeness is not just an outer beauty, it's an inner glow. You are happy as heck about something. I try to warn you about my mother and let you know she is on a mission to set you up. You don't exactly ignore me, but it is as if I hadn't said anything, you know? You start to sing and dance, and dance and dance all over the place. You are grooving to this music that is coming through you... You say, "The world should just dance and dance and dance. If we could get those folks over there in Iraq to dance, the war would be over!!!! We need to dance, we need to dance, dance together, everybody, get together and dance!" It was very a profound moment. You were so lifted, free, jubilant and serious about what you said. You believed it.

14 months in the making, 42 countries, and a cast of thousands. Thanks to everyone who danced with me. Make sure to click "watch in HD" right underneath the video. http://www.wherethehellismatt.com  http://www.stridegum.com

Now today, as I get started on my daily routine at the computer, I saw three movies of folks dancing at a huge train station, in the middle of a shopping center, and the movie of those folks in jail who danced to MJ's Thriller.. that was the sign for me. so I am sending you this dream.

I don't know what it may mean to you. If anything at all, but thank you for reading this.

I Dreamed the Moon Exploded, Sunday, September 6, 2009

In this dream I see the moon, beautiful golden yellow as it appears on some evenings when it is full. I look up at the sky and feel overwhelmed by it's beauty. All of a Sudden, it begins to distort in size, becoming mis-shapened. It began to bulge at the top and expand in such a way that it was no longer round but had a bubble at the top. Then it began to quiver and quake, dilate, and expand right there in the sky. I ran for my camera just so I could get a look at it. But it became so bright that I could not look directly at it and had to hope the camera angle would catch the bulging orb the moon had become. Then all of a sudden, debri in the shape of branches began to spray upon us in large piles. It was as if it was raining tree branches, naked and charred tree branches. Other stuff fell on us too, I could not determine what it was except that it was heavy, dangerous and we had to run for cover.

I feel this dream is my anxiety about NASA's impending schedule to bomb the moon, October 9, 2009.

Please read this article. http://www.examiner.com/x-2912-Seattle-Exopolitics-Examiner~y2009m6d19-NASA-moon-bombing-violates-space-law--may-cause-conflict-with-lunar-extraterrestrial-civilizations

NASA moon bombing violates space law & may cause conflict with lunar ET/UFO civilizations

The Experiment Failed

11-27-2009

The Experiment Failed/Or They Stopped it

In this dream I am walking down Walnut Street with Orji one night. We are talking and he talks about his feelings for me. I try to be very gentle with him but I didn't have feelings for him like that.

"I really like you, Orji, I would love to have a friendship."

"A friend?"

"Yes, we can be friends, spend time together, you know, do the friendship thing, but I don't really want anything deeper than that."

We are about to cross Walnut Street, at 39th, when I look up and see a huge Spaceship over the side of the CVS. The sky is completely bright and the ship has thousands of lights.

I say, "Orji, come look. There is a huge Spaceship in the sky!"

He rushes to cross over and sure enough, he sees it too.

I say, "I have seen them in my dreams but I have never seen them when I was awake!"

He is really surprised and shocked. The Spaceship disappears for a few seconds, then reappears again. There is a huge rumbling from its engines. It appears to angle itself  towards the earth and disappears again by burying itself into the ground.

I say,"It's burying itself into the ground."

I can feel it. I place my hand on the ground near me. I can feel it moving deep within the earth. All of a sudden everything around us changes. Everything is gone and what's left is barren earth, brown grasses and dry as if there had been no rain for a long time. We are the only two standing. It is as if a huge bomb went off and destroyed everything.

We stand there wondering what now? then from all different directions people begin to run towards us/ as if they were spilling out of places that were not destroyed. We are in a mixed state of ecstasy and anticipation and wonderment, as people who have family/friends run towards us and each other. Our lives were spared, and so were theirs. We don't see all of our family/friends/loved ones, just a few.

I look up and see my daughter, Adwoa, running towards me. We hug that we are together. Then the area we are in changes to a vast field of green grass and trees.

We are escorted along a path towards a large building of some sort. Along the way are the Other Wordlies. They are so short, like dwarfs, they really seem like little stuffed animals. They are walking along with us, or maybe among us. They are so precious and me and Adwoa want to pick them up and hold them. They are the size of children between one and two years of age.

I say, "You are so beautiful."

I smile at them and hold my arms out to them. "You are so beautiful."

They are the color of malachite and hematite. The appear to be metallic but then when they allow us to touch them, they have a tacky rubbery texture. They are various shapes, and remind me of the Hindu gods, the ones with the Elephant heads. They look like statues of that design but walk and communicate. Adwoa reaches to touch one/pick one up.

I ask "How does it feel?"

She approaches one of them like you would a small pet.

I say, "They remind me of East Indian, uh Buddhist, no Hindi god statues."

One of them opens its arms as if to receive my reach. I rub it and caress it. I am extremely elated to be among them. I begin to get the sense that we were chosen. Only those of us who would be receptive to interacting with them. They take us along this "path" and we end up in this building. In the building we seem to be being examined by physicians and then given housing quarters/or shelter? It's dorm style while we are getting our examinations they "talk" to us.  They appear to want to give us as familiar an environment as we had on earth.

In the examination room they simulate how doctors would take care of us. There's a large table, but there are several of us in the room and at some point they call in their assistant. Amazingly, there assistance are all Black Folks/and by their clothes you could see they were poor and uneducated. I get the sense that they saved them because they were poor and put them in powerful positions. You know, took them from a lowly position and gave them positions of status/working in the "Doctor's Office."

One guy says, "Yeah, I'm here but I still got a dad." and we get a little chuckle.

I am getting it, they have reversed the order of our old world and taken the poor and placed them in a functional position. I also get the impression that they chose them because they would be most receptive and less likely to destroy them/attempt to, that is.

After our exams we are taken to our rooms. I am realizing that this room is special. They attempted to arrange it by giving us things we are used too or extremely special to us. I see my daughter, Zakiyyah's dresser, a note she wrote to Sharon Berkowitz, some years ago. The post-it was faded pale green. It was about colon cleanse - "garlic, lemon juice" recipe.

I say, "Oh this is Kia's." I wonder what is on Adwoa's side and what's on mine. Funny, I wondered what relationship Keepsake they choose for me. I shake my head at myself. I am such a relationship fanatic.

It seems they attempted to make our transition easy by giving us that which was most dear. The other thing is that we are only here because we believe in them. We are the select few who believe in the Other Wordlies and we represent every nationality or ethnic group from planet earth.

I walk around to another room and find a large built African American male, who is complaining about his bed. It appears to be a box, with spaces between the wooden slats, like a box that you would store birds in.  But his is extra long and he can take the top off. He is complaining about having a box in the corner to sleep in. I notice that the top can be inverted and paced on the box as the top appears to have a carved center and it could cradle him instead of boxing him in. He had the choice.

I say,"You do have a choice, You can let yourself be boxed in or you could turn the top over and place it over the box and let it cradle you instead."

 He is a bit grumpy about the ordeal, rather then seeing the advantage. I get the impression that while they were selective about who they brought here, there was probably a range of receptivity that went from relief and trust to not so relieved and not so trusting. In fact, we all were uprooted from our familiar surroundings. And I could only imagine that it would take some getting used to and a whole other spectrum of human emotions.  After all, they are not God and could certainly make some mistakes in judgment.

I felt that we were being placed in a temporary setting until we mare our adjustments and then we would be moved to another location.

Personally, I was so happy to be away from this planet, and I had Zakiyyah and Adwoa with me. I hadn't been in the dream long enough to see if my own discontent would surface.