Did I save Barack Obama's life?
Here's the thing about the future. Every time you look at it, it changes because you looked at it, and that changes everything else. — Nicholas Cage as Chris Johnson, Next
I may have saved Barack Obama from being killed in 2008.
In June 2008 I became convinced I had discovered an example of assassination synchronicity. A deadly rhyme and reason could be found in the name of Barack Hussein Obama. Barack would die in Iraq. Friends of Osama would kill Obama. America took down Iraq's Hussein; Iraqis would take down America's Hussein.
The synchronicity in Obama's name was reinforced by an aura of death surrounding the candidate. In May, former presidential candidate Mike Huckabee was addressing a National Rifle Association convention when he was interrupted by a loud backstage thump. Huckabee said, "That was Barack Obama, he just tripped off a chair and someone pointed a gun at him and he dove for the floor."
Hillary Clinton had repeatedly mentioned the assassination of Robert Kennedy in 1968 as the type of unforeseen circumstance that justified her staying in the primary campaign despite the long odds against her. I thought Hillary's lie about snipers in Bosnia might return as prophecy: Obama could be killed by ground fire as his plane landed at an air base in Iraq.
The prospect of a flight-related death was reinforced on July 7 when Obama's plane, on a flight from Chicago to Charlotte, North Carolina, was detoured to St. Louis after the pilot reported problems controlling the pitch of the plane. (On August 15, it was revealed that the unscheduled landing was a more serious "emergency landing" and the control problem was apparently caused by an emergency passenger slide inflating at the rear of the plane.)
In June and July, I placed articles predicting the assassination of Obama on the home page of my website. I also sent out press releases on the subject to 15 daily newspapers, two alternative newspapers, two New Age/paranormal websites and one magazine. I did not send any release to the Obama campaign as I feared any communication about death would bring an unwanted visit by the Secret Service.
I had on the website also envisioned a detailed scenario of how Obama's death would create the perfect storm of political chaos. McCain would be hounded out of the race for pushing Obama into a death trap by insisting Obama needed to visit Iraq. At the Democratic Convention, Obama supporters would shun Hillary for hovering like a vulture over the doomed candidate. Both parties would try to assuage black rage by putting African-Americans on their tickets. I could see a Democratic ticket of Joe Biden as President and Michelle Obama as Vice President facing a Republican ticket of Mitt Romney and Condoleezza Rice.
A victory by Romney would have been especially ironic. Mitt's father, George Romney, was president of American Motors, a company that eventually failed and was sold to Chrysler. Mitt Romney could be President of the United States of America, a country that would fail and be sold out to China.
As Barack's trip to Iraq drew near, more omens seemed to appear. A Wall Street Journal editorial of July 18 questioning Obama's core principles asked, "What would Obama die for?" and a CNN special on the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. aired in my area on July 19.
On Monday, July 20, Obama began his successful and safe trip in Iraq. He arrived by plane at Baghdad International Airport and toured the city by helicopter. No radical changes in security seemed apparent. Had I been a complete fool? Or was it possible that my publicity on the subject had somehow found its way to the Obama campaign, the Secret Service and the Pentagon, resulting in some slight shift in travel plans that by a few minutes or a few miles put Obama out of reach of insurgents or terrorists armed with surface-to-air missiles or other deadly armaments?
Goddess of the gas tank Evidence that I had indeed changed history came in a dream I had in the early hours of July 20. In the dream, a woman in a large RV drove off from a gas station without removing the gas nozzle from her tank. The nozzle and hose flew off from the RV and gasoline spilled out of the hose as it hit the concrete. The fuel caught fire and spread to my car, which still had a gas hose attached to its tank. I was standing about 20 feet behind my car. My vehicle exploded into flames and I fled the scene.
My car in the dream was white, one of two white cars I have owned, a Ford Falcon and Toyota Tercel (a tercel is a male falcon). The falcon is a symbol of the Egyptian sun-god Re. As readers know, I am an incarnation of Re and, several years ago, summoned my daughter Sekhmet, the lioness goddess, to devour the wicked and disobedient.
In the dream, the driver of the RV was likely Sekhmet, who came to the station to be refueled with human sacrifice. The death of Barack Obama would certainly have filled her tank. By bringing my own vehicle to fill up at the station, I was tapping into her energy source. By saving Obama, I was cutting off her source of energy. Seeing me there, Sekhmet, either in alarm or anger, sped off from the station, causing the fire that immolated my falcon.
Sekhmet certainly had reason to be upset and confused. If I expect her to create havoc, I should not place obstacles in her path by publicly predicting her every move.
Since my falcon was destroyed, is my spiritual life as Re finished? I think not. I have lost then regained the falcon a number of times. I gave up my house on Peregrine Way only to find a "falcon" ruler a few months later. I gave up the ruler only to inherit my mother's Tercel, which I ultimately traded in for another car.
Flight of the falcon I noted a number of falcon "encounters" in the days preceding and following the Obama trip to Iraq. These incidents, like dreams, lend themselves to interpretation:
July 7: California wildlife officials consider removing the peregrine falcon from the state's endangered species list, as reported by the Associated Press in The Reporter, my local daily newspaper. The falcon is safe.
Aug. 2: A low-cost, light-lift rocket, Falcon 1, failed to reach orbit when the second stage did not detach from the first stage. The Falcon 1, developed by SpaceX, based in Hawthorne, California, is one of a series of rockets intended to put satellites and astronauts into orbit. Falcon 9, which carries a crew capsule, may replace the current Space Shuttle. This event seems closely related to the Re mythology as it involves the "ship of Re" traveling across the sky. The SpaceX program also bears watching for a familial connection: My mother worked on the original Space Shuttle program. Like the dream involving the gas station, this incident suggests a fueling problem. The falcon must be careful in attaining power.
Aug. 14: "Farmers using falcons to chase pesky birds" headlines another AP article. The falcon fights evildoers.
Aug. 21: In AP story, "Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac shares plummet," Armando Falcon, previous chief government regulator of the finance mortgage companies, predicts their takeover by the government before year-end. The falcon presides over destruction and predicts the future.
On the same day, I attend a meeting of the Davis Astronomy Club at the Explorit Science Center in Mace Park. A poster on one wall profiles the peregrine falcon. A few feet away, a small child knocks over a science display, breaking two fossils (or replicas). The falcon causes a "break" in history.
Aug. 22: Rapper "Da Brat" is sentenced to three years in prison for hitting then-Atlanta Falcon cheerleader Shayla Stevens in the face with a rum bottle, leaving a permanent scar. The falcon takes a beating.
Aug. 28: At the Westfield Shoppingtown mall in Fairfield, I walk past two uniformed Falcon ambulance emergency medical technicians. The falcon is treated.
Aug. 29: I see an old Ford Falcon in the Target parking lot. The falcon endures.
Aug. 30: A Scandinavian Designs advertising insert in the newspaper offers "Falcon sofa 3-piece group, $1495." The falcon gets comfortable.
These falcon coincidences may be a recapitulation of my past up to September 2008. Indeed, the last incident describes my recent lifestyle, which includes many hours spent on the sofa reading a newspaper or watching TV.
My viability as the falcon god Re seemed assured by a dream I had on August 31, 2008 in which I became Barack Obama. I needed to pee. As I am about to start, my father comes in, although it is not clear to me if it is my father or Barack's father. Normally, this intrusion would inhibit me, but I start to pee anyway, then discover I am peeing against the wall, not into a urinal.
I hurry about, looking for a receptacle. I find a bathtub. I pee into the tub. As I near the end of my stream, the urine turns into blood, which becomes very thick as I finish. I tell someone I will have to see a doctor.
The dream suggests that I will follow in Obama's path and not be inhibited by a greater authority, the father. Or perhaps Obama will become more like me. In Re mythology, bloody urine equals power and thought, i.e., Re was said to have created humankind from his own tears and the gods Hu (authority) and Sia (mind) from blood drawn from his penis. The bloody urine means I am still Re. A urinal is insufficient to contain my gifts; they need to be dispensed in a bathtub in which people can bathe in my authority and knowledge. To seek out a doctor means I am looking for a diagnosis, which would be the same as seeking an "interpretation," an explanation of the dream.
This website is my bathtub. Soak in my sagacity. Revel in my revelations.
Images Barack Obama and Gen. David Petraeus in Iraq — U.S. Department of Defense, public domain; Falcon sofa, Scandinavian Designs, fair use