Writing in the Sand

This month, Google Maps revealed some strange structures and patterns in the surface of China's Gobi Desert (see top photo).  According to some reports, research technicians at the Mars  Space Flight Facility at Arizona State University which operates many of the cameras used on NASA's Mars missions, concluded that these weird squiggly lines in the desert represent a calibration target for Chinese spy satellites used to orient themselves in space. 

The white lines in these zig-zig patterns on the desert are actually 65-feet wide and are not made of reflective metal, according to Jonathon Hill, a mission planner at the the Mars Space Flight Facility.  According to msnbc reports, Hill has been quoted as saying: "[The white lines] have gaps in them where they cross little natural drainage channels and the lines themselves are not perfectly filled in, with lots of little streaks and uneven coverage.  I think it's safe to say these are some kind of paint."  He noted that if they had been mad eof white dust or chalk, the lines would have streaked or rippled as a result of the wind. 

It took me about two seconds to make the instant comparison to the famous Nazca Lines located in the Nazca Desert in Southern Peru.  Those famous geoglyphs were scratched into the surface of this arid and windless desert between roughly 500 BC and 500 AD.  The lines form hundreds of enormous line-drawing figures of living creatures, animals, plants, geometric shapes, and imaginary beings which are so large they can only be viewed from the air.  Some of the more famous ones include: a monkey (see bottom photo), a hummingbird, spider, dog, small lizard, jaguar, fish, condor, llama, orca, and an astronaut. These "drawings" cover an enormous area of 450 square miles.

Interestingly, the lines themselves are wider than the Chinese lines.  The Nazca Lines vary in width from 0.4 to 1.1 kilometers wide.  Thus, the smallest Nazca line width is 1,312 feet wide compared to the Chinese line 65 feet width.  Unlike the Chinese lines, the Nazca Lines were created by removing the top layer of reddish pebbles from the earth revealing the whitish-colored ground underneath.   Apparently the ancient Peruvian Nazca tribe may have appreciated that drawing "white" lined designs in the desert plateau may have been the best way to view something from space.

For years, some researchers have spectulated that the Nazca Lines, first discovered accidentally by a plane flying over the area in 1927, bore some kind of astrological significance or represented ancient deities.  The purpose of these lines has remained, to this day, one of the world's greatest mysteries.  Perhaps the most daring theory advanced has been the suggestion that these lines actually form ancient airstrips and landing fields for aliens arriving in UFOs.  The theory that these aliens would have needed a place to land their craft fits hand in hand with the notion that they also gave humans certain advanced technological capabilities resulting in the ability to build the pyramids with astrological and archeological precision.

Just a thought:  Perhaps the Nazca Lines weren't only UFO airstrips; maybe they were also satellite callibration targets used from outer space.  After all, history repeats itself.

One Spooky Halloween

Photo by Nancy du Tertre of a tree in her town.

This year, we, in New Jersey within the past three months, got hit with a triple whammy:  Earthquake, Hurricane, Snow Storm. 

On August 23,  we experienced the most powerful earthquake to hit the Eastern seaboard in 67 years.  Less than a week later on August 28,  we felt the wrath of Hurricane Irene, the first hurricane to make landfall in New Jersey since 1903, causing massive flooding and damage, and one million homes to lose power.  We lost our power for one entire week and half our backyard was flooded.  Then, on October 29,  just two days before Halloween, a powerful Nor'easter storm dumped more than a foot of snow on northern New Jersey.  This was the first time since weather record-keeping began in 1869 that New Jersey ever even had snow in October! 

What made this particular Nor'easter so devasting was not the fact that it dumped a foot of heavy, wet snow on us, but that the trees still had all their leaves - in fact, most had not even turned into their autumn shades of red, yellow and orange.  The leaves held the snow and caused most trees to snap their branches and trunks under this unusual weight.  We looked like a war zone.  Trees were down everywhere - across streets, sidewalks and homes!  Nothing was spared. We lost power again for one week - only this time, at night, temperatures hovered around 30 degrees.  I tried calling 17 hotels to see if I could get a room, but all of them were 100% booked for five consecutive days straight.  There was no place to go. So I stayed home, slept in my bed with my coat, three sweaters, and four blankets trying to stay warm, and ate out at restaurants for every meal for a week.  My cat was so cold he slept on my neck for the first time.

Halloween was officially postponed in our town because you couldn't go anywhere.  There were trees laying across almost every single small and large roadway.  There were cables, telephone wires and live electrical wires laying on the ground everywhere.  Some were left smoking and causing small fires for days because there simply weren't enough crews to send out.  Even Governor Chris Christie lost power.  Once again, he declared a State of Emergency in New Jersey.

So my October blog is, I believe, excused for being late.  I had no power. 

I do, however, have a Halloween ghost story.  I was invited by an art gallery owner in Northern New Jersey to give a Halloween workshop. I met with her and she brought me to a property owned by the municipality, an historic home, known as the Glenburn Estate  built in 1816 located on a little over five acres with a barn and various other smaller buildings.  She thought I might like to use the barn as the location for my workshop.  I asked about the main house, a beautiful Colonial-style house, to see if it was available instead.  She told me no, it wasn't.  She added that she had been inside once and thought she had heard ghostly noises.  Of course I was intrigued and asked if we could go inside.  My host told me that only the mayor of the town had the keys to get in.  But she knew him personally and he soon showed up, with the manager of the property, and let us walk around inside.

This poor house had only recently been purchased by the town in 2006.  But it had obviously suffered the poor taste of cheesy interior decorations and cheap renovations of previous owners over the past 200 years.  There was no furniture.  There were, however, remnants of shag carpeting, 1960's mod-style bathroom fixtures, and historically inaccurate window treatments which seemed to linger inappropriately.  I walked into the room downstairs where my host had heard the noises.  I felt nothing.

Then I walked up the grand staircase and began to feel extremely dizzy - which, for me, is generally the indiction of spirit activity.  I instinctively turned into the bedroom at the top left of the stairs, and felt what seemed like the presence of a woman who predated the 1930's.  I told the manager that I felt a female presence who, while she seemed fairly benign and not harmful, seemed to be on a mission - as if she needed to resolve an issue with another person who was located in the adjoining bedroom.  I felt her frustration.  The attic, while a bit spooky, didn't seem to be terribly haunted.

After our tour, we wandered over to the car to leave.  The mayor, the manager and my host remained near the front door of the house, and, to my surprise, beckoned for me to come back to the house. The mayor was fiddling with the keys to the front door.  He said he was trying to get back inside, but he couldn't get the door to open.  Normally, this would not seem too surprising - except that he had unlocked the lock!  Sure enough, we tried every possible combination of turning the keys in the lock and the door remained solidly stuck.  It would not even jiggle, not even a millimeter!  It was as if it was vacuum-sealed shut!  No matter how much we pushed, shoved and kicked the door, it would not budge.  The mayor said this was the first time this had ever happened to him in all the years he had ever come to the house.  So, he opened up a basement storm shutter, entered the basement, and then came upstairs.  He opened the front door.  And yes, the door had been unlocked!  It baffled all of us.  I went inside and closed the door to see if it had a propensity to stick, or was warped, or had a bad locking mechanism.  But it opened as smooth as butter.

Once outside again, the mayor then told me a story.  He said a previous owner had once told him that the owner had seen a female ghost in the kitchen and his son had heard her upstairs. Then the mayor told us about plans in the near future to renovate this house.  Apparently, the earmarked funding to renovate this house only permits the town to renovate in the style of the 1940's - which, frankly, I don't understand.  It seemed to me this female ghost, as eternal resident of this house, was making her feelings crystal clear:  Do not renovate a house built in 1816 in the style of the 1940's!!  Sheesh!

A Healer in Greece

A couple of days ago, I returned from a month-long trip to Europe.  We visited eleven countries - a whirlwind voyage which culminated in a week on the island of Mykonos, Greece.  My husband and I were fortunate enough to stay with a dear friend who owns one of the most spectacular homes on the island overlooking the island of Delos, one of the ancient sacred sites of Greece second only to Delphi.  He took us out, almost every day, in glorious sunshine, vivid blue skys, on the windswept Aegean Sea, in his traditional 35' Greek fishing boat to the island of Delos with his international crew of friends from Germany, Switzerland, Bulgaria, France and Greece.  We didn't go to the tourist spots.  We went only to the most remote beaches and spent the afternoons walking on the strange, rocky, treeless terrain that resembles, in my mind, something closer to Iceland or perhaps the surface of the moon.

I had never been to Greece before.  I had heard about the beautiful islands for years but couldn't begin to tell you where they were geographically located.  I wasn't aware that the islands, at least the Cycladic Islands located south-east of Athens and comprised of 220 islands surrounding the sacred island of Delos, were mostly barren, nothing but dirt and rocks, devoid of vegetation, and, unlike the mainland, very windy.  Delos has been inhabitated by humans at least as far back as the third millenium B.C.!  It means "The Visible" after its name was changed from "Adelos" ("The Invisible") because it was the one place where the Olympian Greek god Zeus' mistress,  Leto, is able to give birth to her twins, Apollo and Artemis, because Zeus' wife, Hera, made sure she was shunned by all other lands.  Since Delos was considered a "floating island" (and therefore not "land"), she was able to deliver her children after Zeus' brother, Poseidon, anchored the island to the bottom of the sea with granite pillars.  The island is today littered, literally, with ancient pillars, pottery fragments, mosaics, stone walls and huts, and ancient temples.  Over the course of its nearly 5,000 year human history, the island became  a major trading hub for Greece, Rome and the Macedonians.  Egyptian Queen Cleopatra was known to have stopped there on her travels.  There are the ruins of healing temples and, on neighboring islands, hospitals and graveyards, since it was forbidden to either give birth or die on Delos - making it impossible to ever be a "citizen" of Delos. 

As we wandered on the beaches of Delos and swam naked in its warm, silky waters, I felt I could almost see the trading boats, the pilgrims to the healing temples, and craftsmen and artisans plying their trades.  It was truly a magical place.  And that was before I understood the history of the island.

As an energy healer and medical intuitive, I have many friends and colleagues who are versed in the arts of sacred healing.  My friend Susan, who I have known since we were both eleven years old, is an energy healer in Rhode Island.  We have "joked" for years about our probable past lives together in Greece.  In fact, Susan once went to visit a psychic who told her that she and I had both been oracles in ancient Greece (Delphi?) and that we had both started separate and very different competing schools of healing! (I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for that reading!) 

At any rate, to my great surprise, I met another powerful healer named Barbara, a German woman, who lives on the island of Mykonos.  We quickly became friends and I felt as if I had known her all my life.  We shared healing techniques and she told me stories of taking the powerful psychotropic drug ayahuasca as part of the spiritual ritual among shamans along the Amazon River in Peru.  We connected in a way that was, for me, highly unusual.  By the end of my trip, I inadvertantly found that I had done 5 or 6 healings on various people.  One man, suffering from some kind of debilitating dizziness which occurred when moving his head or body in certain ways, told me the evening following my energy work on him, that the dizziness had, for the first time in years, disappeared!  I was, of course, thrilled for him.

Barbara then asked me to come to her home for a meeting with one of her clients.  I had initially thought it was so I could witness her healing techniques, but as it turned out, Barbara wanted me to work on the woman.  I worked on her for roughly an hour and then, suddenly realizing I was supposed to catch an airplane back to the mainland, told her I had to leave and applogized for my quick departure.  She asked if she could pay me for my work, and I said no.  As I ran out the front door, the client handed me a small pouch and asked me to accept it as her gift to me.  Reluctantly, I did, and then jumped in the car.  I didn't have a chance to look at it until I was in Athens.  When I opened the pouch, I was it was an exceptionally beautiful necklace made of several long strands of enormous white, black and irridescent gray pearls - in a style reminescent of a Greek goddess! 

I was deeply moved by her gift and couldn't get over the feeling I had, all the way home on the plane, that I had worked as a healer in Greece - today and back then.

The Future of Trees

It's difficult for most people to get really excited about trees because our planet seems to have so many of them.  However, recently, I have become more and more upset about the plight of trees and, consequently, the future of human beings.

I don't know if it's a product of living on the East Coast of the United States, but I remember when I was a little girl living in Boston and they used to say that within my lifetime the entire Eastern seaboard would become so urbanized that all of the major cities, Boston, Providence, Hartford, New York City, Trenton, Philadelphia, Wilmington, Baltimore, and Washington, would soon become merged into one giant mega-city.  Urban sprawl between the cities would eventually overlap and knit together.  Well, that day has arrived.  We have finally arrived at what has been called the "megalopolis."  In 2,000, this part of the country was home to about 17% of the U.S. population living on less than 2% of the nation’s land area.

But my concern is much smaller.  I have noticed that in recent decades, as part of our urbanization, we are all clearing and cutting down trees to make way for parking lots, malls, commercial areas, gas stations, and new homes.  We replace these forests with a few token trees - and they are almost always little, stumpy ornamental trees, like flowering cherry trees, dogwoods or tiny Japanese maples.  We are not replacing our giant shade trees - if and when we replace our trees at all!  These trees might be pretty in the springtime, but they are more like bushes than trees and do not provide shade, shelter or protection from the increasingly violent and hot weather we are experiencing as our planet's heat has been dramatically climbing.  It is like decorating your living room with colorful accent pillows instead of a sofa and chairs!  Pretty, but useless!

We aren't really interested in "ordinary" tall shade trees like oaks, pine, beech, sugar maple, hickory, or black walnut (this last tree used to be abundant in New Jersey, it still is treasured in the wood paneling in some older homes, but is basically extinct in our area now).   We are far more interested in making sure that people can see our store sign from the road, or that we have a big front lawn with no trees so people can see how wealthy we are, or that we spend as little money as possible leveling a flat, tree-less parking lot for the lowest cost.  Perhaps commercial real estate owners don't like the potential liability of a tree branch falling on a car or figure they can get more parking spaces by eliminating trees.

Let me give you a rather shocking statistic.  The average tree lives between 60-80 years old, but the average urban tree today lives only 8 years.  Why?  They are sicker from pollution and we cut them down every time we want to put up a more modern building and replace them with younger trees.  Do you see the problem here?

The bottom line is that we are not interested in trees.  I was quite shocked when I finally realized that all those lovely little pockets of wildlife and forests that I see from the highway are actually, when viewed from the air, nothing but thin, isolated patches of trees between streets and homes.  I know it sounds strange, but here in New Jersey, we are living in the future.  Montana, Alabama, Texas, and the other states may not look anything like New Jersey today - but they will in the near future.  And the future shows me that we are running out of time. 

Consider this:  In the past 10 years alone, human beings have cut down enough trees to forest an area the size of the country of Peru!  In order to reforest what we have cut down in only a decade, every man, woman and child on earth will have to plant and care for 2 trees every year for ten years!  That's to make up for the loss of 14 billion trees.  We are not slowing down our tree-cutting today.  We are cutting them down even faster.  And we are not replanting them at a proportional rate for the reasons I listed above.  We are 1) vain and 2) greedy and 3) trees are "free." 

Planting trees around your home (and I do not mean tiny ornamental flowing trees) increases your property value by between 10-20 percent, and can reduce your air conditioning needs by 30 percent and save up to 50 percent on your home heating bills.  One young tree next to your house is equal to 10 air conditioning units operating 20 hours/day.  One young tree can absorb all the carbon emitting by driving your car 26,000 miles in a year.

So, you do not have to be clairvoyant to understand the future of trees and therefore of human beings.  Plant a tree today.

My First UFO Sighting

(Top and middle drawing are mine and my daughter's is below)

I have waited patiently for decades hoping to catch a glimpse of one of those extraordinary flying things called UFO's.  I have watched all those cable network documentaries and YouTube videos with seemingly realistic (albeit fuzzy-grained) photos of all kinds of bizarre flying contraptions.  I've listened to all of the government conspiracy and coverup theories, Area 51 pilgrimmages ending at the military perimeters, theories of hidden underground aircraft hangers, technology acquired through cooperative or dead aliens. 

I have spoken to a few people who claim to have actually seen UFOs in the sky and were permanently struck by what they saw because it was so unusual.  I met Travis Walton, the logger featured in the movie "Fire in the Sky," who claims to have actually been inside a UFO and dealt with living aliens.  I have been approached by others who have told me bizarre stories of alien encounters. The stories are always so utterly fantastic that you have no choice but to severely question their sanity.  Some people might find this ironic, but while I have no problem believing in the reality of ghosts, I have never felt I had sufficient evidence (and absolutely no personal experience) to justify a similar belief in UFO's or aliens.

This month, on June 19th, my 18-year-old daughter and I went to the movies.  We went to our local movie theatre in Parsippany, New Jersey, only 5 minutes from home.  When the movie ended, we walked out into the parking lot toward my car.  It was 11:45 pm on a Sunday night and the entire parking lot was empty.  There were no people anywhere.  My daughter suddenly got very excited and told me to look up in the sky toward the eastern horizon.  The night was a very, very black, velvety night with a cloud cover midway in the sky making it appear even darker.  The moon was no where to be seen.

I saw a strange collection of yellow, orange and red lights hovering somewhere between 500-1,000 feet up in the air roughly a half a mile away.  We had a very clear view because we were in a large empty parking lot in a low, flat mall.  At first, the object appeared rather murky.  The lights seemed to reflect in a hazy way off the clouds.  However, the lights created a stationery, massive boomerang shape (not your typical straight-edged flying disk or cigar-shaped object) that appeared, to my best guess, taking into account cloud reflectivity, to be about the size of a baseball field.   It was significantly bigger than any airplane I have ever seen in my life.  It did not move.  There was no noise.  It appeared to hover over one spot.  Now, since I live about 20 minutes from a small airfield, I am accustomed to seeing airplanes which sometimes appear to "hover" as an optical illusion because they are on a trajectory coming straight towards me or straight away from me.  However, we watched this object for just about one minute and the size did not change at all.  There were no blue or greenish lights which would have suggested a regular aircraft.  The wing-like boomerang edges were clearly hunched downward unlike any ordinary plane wings (in fact, the newest airplanes manufactured by the airplane manufacturer where my husband is employed have wing tips that flip upwards toward the end - not downwards).

There emerged out of this hazy, boomerang-shaped object, an exceptionally well-defined,very clear, white, about 10 feet in diameter, that appeared on the right side of this object.  The orb stood still, then moved toward the center.  Then the orb seemed to move around the front center of the stationery boomerang, then disappeared momentarily behind it, then reappeared on the right side.  If this had merely been the reflection of some "headlight" at some point it would have appeared as a long, beam of light and not a perfectly round white orb.  It stayed perfectly circular no matter how it moved.  This was totally bizarre.  What was also strange was that the orb was perfectly defined while the larger boomerang object remained hazy in the clouds. 

After about one minute of watching this object (seemed quite long at the time), and realizing it wasn't moving and wasn't a typical aircraft or even a reflection of lights coming from a radio tower or from the ground, my daughter said, "Look its disappearing!"  Sure enough, it began to disappear - but not in the way that an object moving away from you in the sky normally disappears by getting smaller as it travels away.  This lit object remained exactly the same size and the "wings" of the boomerang shape simply disappeared, as if the object were a telescope closing up, until the outer edges were swallowed up and it imploded until the center finally blipped out into total darkness within 2-3 seconds.  It didn't get smaller, it simply disappeared!

I asked my daughter to make a drawing of what she saw and I also made a drawing.  I wanted to compare what we both saw.  Our drawings appear above.  Mine shows the relative size and distance of the object from our parking lot.  I drew the white orb and with dotted lines, showed where it moved.  I tried to show the haziness of the outline of the boomerang object.  My daughter's drawing is a close-up view of the object.  It is virtually identical to mine.  She drew arrows to show how the white orb moved around the object. 

We called the local police department that night to see if anyone else had seen anything "unusual" in the sky, but alas, no one did.  So, I now feel I have been inducted into the growing elite club of people who have seen a UFO with their own eyes.  But I am just as confused as I was before I saw it - except now I know it's not impossible.

Wicked Weather on Steroids!

Our recent violent weather seems to be like regular weather on steroids!  You do not have to be a genius to notice that the global weather patterns are changing dramatically before our very eyes.  It's not our imagination.  It's real.  It seems like everyone living in the United States is experiencing something unusual in terms of weather for their region.  The Northwestern states have experienced extraordinary precipitation (300 percent of the normal precipitation) and cold temperatures resulting in 20 foot high banks of snow and unusual flooding of the Missouri River in Montana and the Dakotas - and the snow melts haven't even started yet!  It was the 10th snowiest April on record in the U.S.  It was the wettest April in the Northeastern states in 117 years!  There has been seemingly continuous flooding in Northeastern states like New Jersey and New York.  Further South, the Mississippi River Basin had its highest flood crest seen since 1937.  And yet, in the Southwestern region of the country, the states have been experiencing record dry and hot temperatures.  Nine states in the South and East ranked in the top 10 warmest Aprils on record.  There has been extreme drought due to the lack of precipitation in places like Arizona, California, New Mexico, Nevada, and Texas.

This has also been a year of terrifying and violent tornadoes - 1,425 tornadoes a record amount already this year.  Not only have we had more tornadoes than ever, but they are also more violent.  There have been five "EF-5" tornadoes already this year (the most violent classification) and the second highest number ever on record!  Moreover, the tornadoes have been popping up further east and in heavily populated urban areas as never before.  They are no longer contained to Kanas fields and Tornado Alley.  Four violent tornadoes swept through Springfield, Massachusetts!  Other tornadoes tore a path of destruction and left many dead in places like Joplin, Missouri, Smithville, Mississippi, Hackleburg, Alabama, and in Oklahoma.  Clearly, we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto!

Not only that, but hurricanes have become more numerous and also stronger than in the past.  The past decade, from 2000-2009, has seen the most Category 5 (the most violent classification with winds 155+ mph) hurricanes in all of recorded history.

Mother Earth herself has seemed to rise up in fury.  The countries bordering the Pacific Ocean in the so-called "Ring of Fire" known for experiencing more earthquakes than anywhere else on earth due to the shifting tectonic plates under the ocean, have also recently experienced what seems like abnormally violent earthquakes and related tsunamis and tidal waves.  Japan's multiple catastrophic earthquakes and tsunami this spring are the obvious example.  But there have also been large earthquakes in Chile, Haiti, and Greenland.  Not to mention, lots of volcanic activity.  Last spring, the enormous Icelandic volcano erupted and temporary disrupted all European air traffic and flights.  There was another smaller eruption this spring.  Just yesterday, the Puyehue volcanic mountain range in Chile erupted, spewing ash high into the atmosphere and causing the evacuation of 3,500 local inhabitants.

Are we experiencing the Biblical End of Times?  Are these the global scourges warned about?  Are we on the brink of global destruction and worldwide famine and starvation?  Is the violent weather a clear sign that the Mayan Calendar predicting the end of the world in 2012 is correct?

Before we get too theatrical about the whole thing, let's consider this:  We are very, very, very tiny creatures in this universe.  Our planet works on much larger cycles.  Weather is cyclical.  Climate change is cyclical.  We can only see this from within our very little, short-lived perspective as human beings.  Almost all of the weather patterns are driven by temperature changes in our oceans.  The two biggest producers of weather patterns are El Nino and La Nina.  El Nino occurs when surface temperatures in the Pacific Ocean rise, and La Nina occurs when temperatures drop.  We are currently in a very active La Nina phase.  These cycles alternate roughly every five years.  So why is it so extreme recently?  Very simple: natural (normal cyclical) and manmade (abnormal and non-cyclical) global warming have both caused 1) higher sea temperatures due to trapped heat and 2) our polar ice caps to melt at an alarmingly fast rate causing cooler temperatures closer to the poles.  As a result, warm and cold air masses are colliding and creating thunderstorms, abnormal rainfall, snow due to colder air, flooding as a result of precipitation, drought and heat due to warming tends, tornadoes, and hurricanes.  The jet stream, more active than usual, has pushed all this crazy air further eastward into states unaccustomed to such violent weather. 

Want to change the future?  Want to stop most of the violence within this natural weather cycle?  Don't raise up your arms and cry out that this is the End of the World and God's Will!  Change the course of human history.  Make it your personal responsibility to reuse old things, refuse to buy things that guzzle natural energy and encourage the rest of us to make a living off your greed.  Don't buy things with excessive plastic and packaging.  Don't give in to the "Keeping Up With the Jones" and buy things for show.  Realize that only we, as tiny individual human beings, are our own salvation on this planet.

What is the Future?

The world is kind of crazy.  Obama kills Osama.  There's irony in that - if you subscribe to the fringe Republican point of view that Obama is a secret Muslim.  It is also ironic, of course, Osama Bin Laden was once one of "our guys".  The CIA trained and funded him.  We created him!  We used him to front our war against the Soviets, since he fought with the Afghan Arabs in their rebel fight against the Soviet-backed Marxist government in Afghanistan. 

Anyway, we manage to kill Osama Bin Laden just days after NATO airstrikes targeting Libyan dictator Colonel Muammer Gaddafi fail, and kill his son and three grandchildren instead. 

Obviously, it's kind of dangerous to be part of the family of a U.S.-targeted bad guy.  There was an unidentified woman supposedly used as a human shield who was also killed along with Al-Qaeda terrorist leader Osama Bin Laden in the surprise attack yesterday on his million dollar home in northern Pakistan.  Then again, back in 1986, when the U.S launched a surprise air attack on one of Gaddafi's residences, they killed his daughter instead.

But it all gets so strangely intertwined. In 1998, Gaddafi issued the first international interpol arrest warrant for - you guessed it - Osama Bin Laden!  Gaddafi warned the U.S. and the rest of the world that Bin Laden was a dangerous extremist terrorist.  We didn't listen.  We thought he was trying to make himself look like a good guy by comparison. 

Bin Laden was a thorn in Gaddafi's side.  According to some reports, Osama Bin Laden actually lived for a time, undercover, in the city of Benghazi.  Sound familiar?  Yes, Benghazi is the rebel stronghold for those fighting against Gaddafi and seeking his ouster.  In fact, they want him dead.  The Libyan rebels are complaining to the U.S.: If you can kill Osama Bin Laden, why can't you kill Gaddafi? 

And so the world goes round.  Who are the good guys?  Who are the bad guys?  If politicians cannot predict, then psychics are surely at a disadvantage.