Souled Out Flights

[R-Joshua Woods, age 6]

[L-SW Airlines Flight 1248]






Silver or Gold,
pipe or bowl,
siren song of gypsies i'm told,
what would you sell out for a child's soul?

Notice all the airliner crashes in the past month or so? Many of these crashes culminated in significant numbers of fatalities. The Chicago Midway Airport accident involving the sold out Southwest Airlines Flight 1248 enroute to Las Vegas via a stopover in Chicago, originating in Baltimore, holds an eerie thread to the ghosts of tragedies past. Airliner crashes are particularly horrific as they often result in those large numbers of deaths ... and soul survivors often tell of the frank terror prior to impact, realizing a crash was about to occur.

This Midway crash claimed one soul. Joshua Woods, age 6, of Indiana is seen in the above photo. In one blink of time he was merrily riding in the family car, singing with his Father "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town," and in another blink - his soul essence was called back to the Stars from whence he came. I think for Joshua, the ending was mercifully swift. The careening, out of control Boeing 737 landed atop the Woods family vehicle ending what was to be a happy family Holiday reunion.

This crash resonated and echoed in my own essence, not only because a young child was killed, but also because the incident stirred within me that sometimes dreaded "feeling" of something deeper calling for attention. I looked at the photo of the disabled jet and in the dim night lights, it reminded me of a fallen obelisk. Recall the recent Buenos Aires trojan fiasco and the history of obelisks. What those symbols glorify and the energies involved. Very often - those symbols and those energies are very dark, indeed.

I read the story of Joshua's last moments on Earth and had to put it all away for a couple days as processing the grief and covert elements overwhelmed reasoned thought. His family will be forever changed because of that blink in time. My own Father died on Winter Solstice 1999. Three days before Christmas. Time eases the grief into sweet reminiscing, but pale shimmering threads of sadness always remain. The south side of Chicago was my old "stomping" ground. The place in which I grew up. We often drove out to the darkened airport access roads, overtaken by awe while hearing and watching those Midway jetliners come and go as they screamed out their flight patterns.

As the NTSB wraps up the investigation, we again discover that this may have been a preventable tragedy. I'm so grieved that a child's death would have to occur for pompous, inflated officials to finally do their jobs that should have been done properly from the beginning.

From an AP report on the crash:
"The airport, surrounded by homes and businesses, has shorter runways than most major airports, because it was originally built to handle smaller propeller planes. The larger ones land at O'Hare."

"A transportation measure signed recently by President Bush will require hundreds of airports to improve the safety margin at the end of runways by 2015."

The short runway problem has existed since at least the early 1940s. So, in 2005 a bill is appropriated and still runs the slack for another 10 years.

In many airports with short runways, the end of the strips are covered with crushed gravel or other simple and cost-effective features that help prevent large jets from careening past the stop points. A recent AP article noted the NTSB also cites a "reverse thruster" malfunction within the 737 itself. That's one of the slowing mechanisms on a jet plane. So, it seems multiple factors played into Joshua Woods' death. Two of those factors were preventable.

Calling to mind again the disabled carcass of Flight 1248, looking more like a fallen idol to my salad bowl viewpoint, I ask again: What is it with this World we live in? Children have to be sacrificed before adults pull themselves out of self-induced stupors and *DO* something? I don't want to make Joshua Woods into a sacrificial lamb. His family has enough pain. But, this incident reminded me of sacrifices. Just as in the "ancient" days of Moloch when innocents were placed in the fire pits to appease a very dark aspect of the Universe. What did those "sacrifices" *do* for the people who practiced the rituals? And to whom or what were those sacrifices actually made? nnie asks, pondering another blog entry on such questions.

While individuals and cities literally manifest ancient energies by association with and glorification of Oblelisk monuments, children die. Maybe I'm too suspicious and mixing up more than metaphors - but wasn't it the screaming terrified energy of the children that powered Monstropolis in Disney/Pixar's hit "Monsters, Inc." ?

Speaking of Monsters, Inc., an eerie pointo facto:

*33* years to the *exact date*: December 8, 1972, another Boeing 737 jetliner, United Airlines Flight 533 bound for Omaha from Washington, DC crashed into the neighborhoods surrounding the airport. That time, many souls were taken. Notable among the soul departures on a sold out flight was the wife of Watergate scandal figure E. Howard Hunt. Among her personal effects was a handbag packed full with more than $10,000.00 in cash. Also killed were CBS "newswoman" Michele Clark and U.S. Representative George Collins, a former 24th Ward Alderman in Chicago.

From the Chicago Public Library Archives:

"Among the passengers killed were U.S. Representative George Collins (7th), a former 24th Ward Alderman, and Mrs. Dorothy Hunt. Her husband, E. Howard Hunt, had been indicted on charges of conspiring to break into the Democratic National Committee Headquarters in the Watergate Hotel. Found in the debris was a purse belonging to Mrs. Hunt containing $10,585 in cash. There was immediate concern that the money might be linked to the financial dealings surrounding the Nixon "slush fund" to which defendants in the Watergate case had access and that the crash therefore might be linked to sabotage. In the end sabotage was ruled out, but the mystery surrounding the money and the deaths of such prominent, politically connected individuals insured a very thorough investigation."

As Annie reflects on the links in these jetliner crashes: the association of governments, past and probably current Presidents, and political groups with occult activity and corruption down to the core of the soul - she knows that the dark pall surrounding a little boy's death may serve to uncover more. And help keep us awakened to changes that must occur for Sanity to return to our fractured spirits. At the very least - maybe this will keep us on our "tippy toes" as we peer over the top of the black hole of suspicious matters.

For now ... as grief for the Joshua Woods in this World comes swirling back, Annie will leave you with the song he so happily sang with his Father just moments before that last time blink:

You'd better watch out!
You'd better not cry!
You'd better not pout!
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is comin' to town.
He's making a list and checking it twice.
He's going to find out who's naughty and nice.
Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town.

Refrain

He sees when you are sleeping.
He knows when you're awake.
He knows if you've been bad or good.
So be good for goodness sake!

Refrain

With little tin horns and little toy drums,
rootie-toot-toots and rum-a-tum tums.
Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town.

Refrain

Curly head dolls that toddle and coo,
elephant folks and kiddie cars too.
Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town.

Refrain

The kids and girls in boyland
will have a jubilee.
They're going to build a toyland town,
all around the Christmas tree.

Refrain

Rest in Peace, Joshua ... may the Archangel Michael, who guides the children, be awakened now and hold you fast, welcoming your light to his Star.