Primordial Renderings

There’s a BLOG in them thar’ hills. Back in the day, and probably under the heat of the blistering Southwestern sun, someone picked up a rock and decided to start a diary.

It. Is. Just. That. Simple.

I’ve seen evidence of conversations, gossip, complaints, and predictions; all lining the rocky paths, otherwise known as my backyard. I believe that these Petroglyphs are saying that aliens do exist. Or the person had a dream that they existed and was working on their dream journal. If you look closely, it appears that they were working on an early version of “Stairway to Heaven”; channeling rock n’ roll from the future.

Anasazi drum roll please: If you build it; they will come.

And so, if you believe in predictions of a sun-toasted native: aliens exist and all you need is a staircase tall enough to reach the skies, tympanic rhythm, and a call to the Four Winds. I’m pretty sure this was a teenage-angst wish equivalent to “Beam Me Up, Scotty.”

Or maybe it was the mescal.

I wonder what the workers at O’Scare airport in Chicago were hitting on when they saw a circular disc in the sky hover and then hit the “up” button. I find it really hard to believe that an alien aircraft would chose, of all places, to check out the busiest airport in the Chicagoland area. If it was me, I would have gone to Midway; there’s better parking and easier access.

I have on many occasions seen what I thought were UFO’s in the New Mexican sky. There’s so much of it- sky, that is- that I would think this would be considered one of the best areas for doing aerial donuts.

Space, being the final frontier, is now going commercial and becoming the “O’Hare of the Skies” here in New Mexico. It seems that there are several billionaires, with too much money and time on their hands, now looking outside the landscape for exotic playgrounds for earthbound, soul-impoverished rich people.

From Virgin Galactic:
“With a firm payment of only $200.000.00 and a minimum refundable deposit $20,000.00 you can now make your reservations to experience the ultimate adventure.”
Seems pretty reasonable to me.

From Blue Origin:
“Development Flight, and We Are Hiring.”
The logo above this statement is kind of strange in that it has two turtles standing atop Earth, holding a plaque, pointing to another planet with asteroids destroying it. The words “Gradatim Ferociter” emblaze the fiery coat of arms. When I looked it up, I found this translation: Meaning: with spirit, courageously; arrogantly, ferociously.

Hear my rocket roar and soar! Courageously. Arrogantly. Ferociously.

Well, there goes the neighborhood. And I have to wonder: WWTAD? (What Would The Anasazi Do?)

Probably much like me… they’d put it in their blog. Maybe they did and those are the true interpretations of these stunning Petroglyphs.

I bet they were as disappointed as I am to find out that the UFO’s they were seeing were just cousin Ernie’s latest kite or, in my case, nothing particularly extraterrestrial about them at all.
It was just some rich dude, playing spaceman in my backyard.

Still… I’m keepin’ an eye out and will look for signs in the sky and on the ground while humming and pondering:

“…And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven…”

My lovely partner, S, allowed me to use this photo. My heartfelt thanks to her that she would let me borrow (steal) this image.

You can see her other photos at her website: Photography by Solaria