Archive for August, 2010

I am way overdue…

August 12, 2010


All things change. We hope for the better, but sometimes you just don’t know. Sometimes you must wait till the sun rises and casts a new shadow over the events of the day before to see where the dust has settled. Thus far it has been a disappointing day. Plans have been changed or cancelled all together. The break you counted on finds somewhere else to be… the people you look to, turn the other way and the connections you hang your hat on have better things to do.

It is one of those days where you wait on life. Perhaps I have been spoiled of late and am impatient with the rate of ebb and flow. I need for things to go my way for a change…

I am way overdue for happiness.

She was such a pretty little thing…

August 10, 2010

I read an article in one of my writing magazines last evening while drinking a glass of wine at the lakehouse. It said, if you are blogging… then you are not writing.

While I understand that this was just a reminder to less prolific writers not to use other pursuits as substitute or excuse to stay away from sitting at their desk and working on their novels…I beg to differ. Each blog for me is a roadmap to a future chapter. Everything that has gone into this blog and everything I have been advised to leave out… is the guts of my book, The Coffee Pot Conspiracy which is already in outline and will be “fleshed out” so to speak, beginning next month. It will be a daunting, but a thrilling task to record it all. Still, much work is left to be done and for that I need Charley. I have several loose ends I am trying to tie up before the clock on the wall ticks too far into my future. And oh what a future it shall turn out to be for all of us involved in solving this case.

Charley was wise not to tell me everything up front. I could not have fathomed such debauchery or treachery from such simple rural folk. There is so much more to this case that I can scarcely believe that those involved – even peripherally, didn’t mentally unravel at the seams just due to the stress of trying to keep so much bottled up inside and secret.

With everything I know now, there are many who almost should have committed suicide. In fact, I am amazed that several of them didn’t… or haven’t…yet! I think about those already passed over. They are now in the court of their maker and will answer accordingly to the laws of that plane. For those who remain this side of the veil… I wonder how it will feel to have the last 44 years of their life erased by the heinous deeds they have tried so hard to conceal. How dare they sit across the table… smile and preach to me of sainted qualities, while their souls sit very comfortably in hell roasting like eternal marshmallows.

Think I cannot name you by name? Describe the color of your hair, the breadth of your shoulders, the weight of your sin or the lurid shadows that cross behind the pupils of your eyes? I cannot wait to write this book– to tell the world the truth about such men and one woman who betrayed their God, one another- and even themselves for want of money and lust.

Remember my search for the meaning of the word OSTRICH? I used to think it a literal translation; or perhaps a metaphorical. As in, meant to have the qualities of; to balk, or run away in fear. To bury one’s head in the sand when things get a little too scary to deal with.

I find it quite amazing what a little research and time will do. How silly it was of me to think it metaphorical in nature! But I wasn’t the only one for awhile, was I? You silly little debutante… you thought it was metaphorical too didn’t you? Right up until your pretty little head got buried in the sand!

Too bad, too. She was such a pretty little thing when she was alive! All that long blonde hair. Men just couldn’t seem to get enough of her. But you know as well as I do… teenage girls just love to chat up a storm. They can never keep a secret… a secret for long.

Can they now?

Ask the dead. They never lie.

August 8, 2010


This has been a most unusual week filled with sudden experiences and unforeseen engagements. The cosmos has sensed the urgency of my pleas and so information now is being vomited in my direction at random intervals from all different directions. This information involves the grim reaper and another murder. Seconds after I received and read this information, my assistant asked me to recount a deposit for her as her deposit slip wouldn’t balance. I put down my information and did. She had recorded it as $656.00. I recounted the deposit twice just to be sure. She was exactly ten dollars off. The final tally when counted correctly was actually $666.00.

I went back to my information and finished reading. The timing of the message and the immediate interruption of such for the recount of funds was quite clear.
The Grim Reaper = 666.

“…The number 666 is associated with earth consciousness: This is the number of the Beast in the Bible, so it can represent pure evil, but it is also the number of mankind and life. Carbon is the basis of life, and carbon has six protons, six neutrons and six electrons. Generally when you see this number, it means to watch out for physical events that are presenting themselves at that moment, and you must be careful…”*

This was followed by the clock showing 2:22 in the afternoon.

“…The triple number pattern 222= New cycle: The beginning of a new cycle, the nature of which depends on the next triple number you see…”*

The next triple number I saw was 777.

“…The triple number pattern 777= The Mystery School: this is the part of the school where you are not just reading books about life, but are also practicing it…”*

Even at the point of writing this, the clock now reads 10:10 p.m. and there is meaning in that too.

Numerology and synchronicity, my friend. Study, learn. Everything you need to know is all in the numbers.

Here’s a new riddle for you.
How do you hide a high school debutante?
The answer?

Ask the dead. They never lie. Only the living do!

(*Serpent of the Light by Drunvalo Melchizedek)

Don’t you just love a mystery???

August 6, 2010


August is listed as another month in which a hidden secret shall be revealed to me. With what I have been able to garner within this last month of July, I know I should not be surprised by anything that bleeds through (pardon the pun)… and yet I always am. Even while composing this, another confirmation and insight to this and other more seemly events has just come through.

I stand before you aghast at the magnitude of what Charley accidentally stumbled into.

A man dies of a heart attack one week after
A necklace with a V
A pineapple upside down cake
Two roses
A white poodle
A gash under the left eye
A politician who flew in the night before or the night after…

Ohhhh… how I could go on with clue after clue.

Don’t you just love a mystery??? I do!!!

There is a reason to my madness… later you will understand!

August 4, 2010

“…The Lady of the Lake was the foster-mother of Sir Lancelot and it was she who raised him beneath the murky waters of her Lake. She is, however, best known for presenting the wondrous sword Excalibur to King Arthur, at the behest of Merlin or Myrddin who knew that the young king would need such powers as the sword would give him if he were to prevail in his mission.

But before King Arthur was born, Merlin had met the Lady at the Fountain of Barenton or Brittany and fallen so deeply in love with her that he agreed to teach her all his mystical powers.

The lady became Merlin’s scribe, who recorded his prophecies, and finally she beguiled him and he became her lover. But, with time, the Lady’s magical skills grew ever more powerful till she outshone even her teacher, so and she imprisoned him in Glass Tower or dungeon.

At King Arthur’s Court, she came to take Merlin’s position. And yet it soon became clear that Merlin’s absence contributed considerably to the great king’s loss of good fortune. The Lady of the Lake was eventually obliged to received her sword back when King Arthur was fatally wounded at the Battle of Camlann. Excalibur was hurled back to misty waters by Sir Bedivere. She was later one of the three Queens who escorted the King to Avalon.

The three Queens who arrived with Morgan Le Fay were the Queen of Northgales, the Queen of the Waste Land, and Nimue or Niniane the Lady of the Lake. They took King Arthur to the Isle of Avalon where Morgan Le Fay healed his wounds.

The Lady of the Lake is usually referred to by various spellings of the names Nimue, Niniane or Vivienne. Nimue may be related to Mneme, the shortened form of Mnemosyne, one of the nine water-nymph Muses of Roman and Greek Mythology who gave weapons, not unlike King Arthur’s sword, to the heroic Perseus.

The name Vivienne suggests that the Celtic word for the Lady’s name would have been Vi-Vianna. This might suggest a derivation from Co-Vianna, which is a variant of the widespread Celtic water-goddess, Coventina.

Thus the Romans may well have identified the Celtic water goddess with their own Mnemosyne. She was celebrated for her impressive shrine at Brocolitia or Carrawburgh on Habrian’s Wall. Here a square temple surrounded a central pool fed by a spring. Jewellery, coins and small bronze figurine offerings have been excavated. Her name may also relate to Merlin’s original partner in early poetry, his wife Gwendoloena.

Since the Lady of the Lake’s place as Merlin’s student and lover was largely overtaken by Morgan Le Fay, a lady whose very name in Breton indicates a water-nymph, it seems that two may have been aspects of the same character or different names for the same character. Indeed, as both appear among the three queens who escort King Arthur to the Isle of Avalon, she may have had a third aspect making up the well-known recently popular theme of a Celtic triple-goddess.

Water deities were ever present amongst the ancient British for it was they who controlled life itself, and were living as they moved. The moving water of springs, rivers and lakes showed that the supernatural powers of the goddesses who lived within. Offerings of weapons and other valuables were commonly made into such watery places. Rivers and waters may have also held a symbolic position as a threshold between the living and the dead.

Casting swords into the water was a gift to the Otherworld. The practice continues today when people throw coins into wishing wells and into rivers waters under bridges, as an invocation of good luck or when they make a wish…”

History repeats itself. There is a reason to my madness… later you will understand!

I wish, I wish …

I wish that I could tell you more, but I can’t!

The crow was threatening…

August 3, 2010

Crows, and especially ravens, often feature in European legends or mythology as portents or harbingers of doom or death, because of their dark plumage, unnerving calls, and tendency to eat carrion (including those of humans).
In mythology and folklore as a whole, crows tend to be symbolic more of the spiritual aspect of death, or the transition of the spirit into the afterlife, whereas ravens tend more often to be associated with the negative (physical) aspect of death.

Yesterday I received information that began with…

“…The crow was threatening to tear grim reapers eye out. Grim masterminded the plan…”
And it ended with…
“…Three men conspired to kill Charley. It had to be done. He stumbled onto things he should not have…”

I could tell you what information lies in between those two segments– but then “they” would know that too and I want for them to keep guessing just what else I already know and have passed on!

All I can say is…

August 3, 2010

As always…
Ask and you shall receive. Knock and the door shall be open to you.
Today I was given some new information and all I can say is– OMG!

Having asked… I now wait.

August 1, 2010


According to numerology this should be quite a month. I believe the words used for these first ten days were, “quite a bumpy ride”. So, I am going to try and pace myself for the onslaught as there is an electric energy in this particular slippage towards the end of the year. As stated before, this is the end of a 9 year cycle and so there will be a great deal of endings and an even greater deal of new beginnings.

All things move forward or they are left behind. It is a natural law and it tells us clearly what sort of individual we are and where we fall within our own evolutionary path. I see huge revelations coming to fruition in this case- quick bursts of information that will put this back on the path to where we should be at this point. I will take today to prepare as I can see in Charley’s eyes that he has yet to drop the other shoe- but he is ready to have this finished so that he may be about his own evolution.

Do I know what it is he wishes to share? I am not certain, but I know that whenever I ask questions, he always finds a way of subtly revealing the answers so I wait for his next move. In doing so, I will lay out my questions here and we shall see how well a courier of thought I have become.

Did you know about the MOT before your death?
Did you know about Rox before your death?
Did the MOT know Rox and was the “V” from him?
Was it the evidence on Rox or the MOT that the shooter went after you for?
Who else knows about, “the lady of the lake”?
Is the little blonde girl who fell in the ravine and the long blonde haired girl with the roses and poodle one in the same?
Is our pipe smoker the laundering factor in all this?
Did G do the introductions for Rox?
Was the energy known as LT as lucky as his rabbit’s foot charm would have us believe?

And most importantly…
What concrete evidence can you afford me so that I can finally nail the grim reaper?

Having asked… I now wait.
Until later then.

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