Archive for June, 2013

Pay attention! The countdown begins…

June 12, 2013


I heard my angel song today at 4:44 and you all know what that means!!!!!!!!!!!!

Something is afoot in the cosmos and it will make itself known within 24 hours.

Hold onto your hats kids…the countdown begins!

So, in the spirit of spirit…

June 9, 2013


As usual when I sign on to this site, the admin section gives me an update on posts most visited. What does it say about this blog when the most popular blog ever visited is called, DEAD FISH?

I have to laugh, because with all the information that has been released over these past four years; both veiled and unveiled- you- the readers have  chosen to hang onto the DEAD FISH blog as the most informative and/or alluring! Maybe I should have entitled the book that…lol.

They say this month [June], that something significant will be revealed-some bit of information- something that someone has been trying to hide. Numerology and astrology both even give an actual  date for this revelation and it should happen on ____________ of this week.  They say that whatever it is, I am not to talk about it. Seeing as I have no idea what it is yet…it is still safe for me to type. Now, I can say that  last week I did discover something of great  importance. While researching a key player in this thing, I found some background information about them that set me on my heels-something I had not known before. One would have thought that bit of information enough– but this morning I find I now wait with baited breath to find out what else it is the stars are talking about.

R had told me quite some time ago that the identity of  G’s, LT: the older man with money, contacts and social standing would finally be revealed through a letter or check that had to do with an agency or business that used a mountainous landscape in their logo. This was told to me as far back as last fall. For quite a few months I had little to attach it to. The only segue to that kind of logo was eventually found on papers dealing with a very much unrelated real estate transaction. According to her [R], this document  would be signed by someone with the same last name as the identity I have been searching for. As further sign- this document would show this  mountain logo specifically in the top left hand corner. This signature of this document would give me the answer I have been seeking forever. Now to be fair- remember- this person and/or their signature has absolutely nothing to do with this case. They merely share the same last name of my LT  energy. This  signature will be the confirmation I have been praying for.

Today I received a confirmation of when such a document would be dispersed.

Thus my quandary!

To publish before… or after this date?

Now, for over four years I have chased this hidden identity relentlessly. I have prayed to know if I have been on target this whole time or not, and the endgame to this equation rests very heavy on my heart. The stakes are high-very high. Some of the clues received all along have screamed this person as  local to Valdosta. Other clues have led me to other places and associations that scream persons of interest well  outside the boundaries of your little burg- but not to this case. I have sacrificed much to learn this name.

What to do… what to do?

A promise hangs in the balance…

That being said; spirit has been very busy of late. I find every night now I end up chasing images and numbers in my sleep. A few nights ago they showed the number 88 in response to something I asked. Last night the number 7 appeared to another question and then one letter of the alphabet , followed by a stream of numbers: V333333.

Now, as I have often mentioned before- numbers have special values. Those of you who understand the Pythagorean theory can relate. Numbers also equate to specific messages in the shorthand of spirit, which make the numbers 88 and 7 so wonderfully spectacular for me. But with the V333333, spirit is asking for something more of me and I must learn to divine its significance.

V333333 is a curiosity for me, as spirit only shows what is direct to this case or my intentions and its meaning is greatly significant. Do not assume that the “V” translates as the simplistic symbol of Valdosta. No, the letter  “V” has always stood for something, right Grim? Someone is sending  us both a direct message.

Now I have been told by many that a host of you in that area read this blog and about this case religiously. First of all… thank you. Second of all…do not stop reading prematurely, as you will soon see why this case has taken on a life of its own. To be certain- it is about the death of Charley and my personal foray into that investigation…so trust that you will not be disappointed to learn much that has been hidden from you about what happened that night and those allegedly involved. But it is about more than just Charley’s death. My experience with this case has expanded the boundaries of earlier beliefs and assumptions and begged of me to embrace all forms of  communication to divine those things hidden from sight.

I do not  think anyone can  fully grasp the loss of Charley’s wife or children… or of any of those who loved him. In like token, I do not posture my personal experience within this book as the do all- end all representation of that loss, or of the collective Covington family angst over this case remaining so unheralded. But what I can appreciate and attest to is my own experience with loss and my experience in healing that loss through my investigation of the circumstances and the events surrounding Charley’s death. Having lost a father as well, I empathize with others who recognize the tremendous void a father’s passing can make in one’s life.

As always, this Father’s Day will come and go with accolades and presents for those men still alive who walk such an honored path and I applaud their efforts to gently guide and passionately love those whom they have helped to create. While I cannot celebrate on this plane with my earthly father- I know he will share in my joy as I celebrate his life–especially on that day when a tangible hug is no longer possible.

I am grateful however, that we live in a time when we are learning how to allow science and God to coexist and believe faith is the magic ingredient that makes it all work.  Remember, this life is all about learning lessons. Accept that life and death are part of the process and  take everything in that life offers you and try to process it through the eyes of love and forgiveness- for that is the greatest facet of love.

I know that many of you still have a personal discomfort with those of us who work with spirit. You look at life as limited and you perceive death as final. That is fine- each to his own. So remember, I am not here to convince or convert you to an understanding that you are not yet ready to absorb.  All I ask, is all I have ever asked. Every avenue of communication has been used in this pursuit, but try not to judge the validity or authenticity of my experience by the margins of your own.  Each of us are brought situations that expand our understandings according to our level of comfort and acceptance. That being said;  the paranormal experience is well within the scope of mine. Judge not. You have not been where I have been, or seen what I have seen and that is the beauty of life–that’s what makes the sharing of our independent perceptions of the world  such a gift to one another. Be joyous that we do not experience things the exact same way.

If you can appreciate and respect that, you will find this book an amazing exploration of both independent and collective circumstance- along with undeniable evidence.

I say this in advance because many who will read this, may one day want  to discredit that which they do not understand. This will be based upon the personal parameters of their private understandings and belief systems. I accept that, but just remember…

At the end of the day, there is no legal statute of  limitation for the act of murder in the state of Georgia. A cold case is a cold case until it is solved. The problem with Charley’s case is complicated. While the widow was able to get the ATTD’s  federal classification of his death changed to, “Killed in the line of duty,” she was unable to change the Death Certificate listing from “Suicide” to “Homicide.”  Thus- they deemed this case closed. Not true…just closed.

That is the purpose of  my investigation and the writing of this book.

To all who question the validity of these efforts, please remember:

Evidence is evidence. Supposition is supposition. Both are necessary to the solving of  any cold case and while one is forever subject to interpretation- the other can never be altered by personal opinion.

So, in the spirit of spirit and the words of the infamous Betty Davis… “Hold on tight, kids! It’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

New moons…new directions!

June 8, 2013


New moon…new direction…new life…new news!

Charley has had much to say and show of late! But that’s the thing about new moons; they shed new light on things previously hidden and allow for things to heal.

Has something happened or somebody close to you done or said something you have not been able to understand? This new moon will shed light into the dark corners of misunderstandings and finally allow us to bridge gaps and make amends.

If offensive-apologize. If offended-grant forgiveness.

The new moon gives as  much as it takes away and let’s you know that the past is now behind you. Nothing survives forever in the dark so embrace the light. New moons ask you to leave the nonsense behind- stop doubting yourself and move on with your life. Take a leap of faith and do something brave…think something novel…become something fabulous!

This June promises to be one for the books…literally!

Stay tuned…

What have you gotten me into?

June 4, 2013


As always…

As always Charley and the angels never disappoint. The other day I heard my angel song and within 24 hours I had several things happen in regards to this case.

Have you ever been over something so often that you lose sight of the actual landscape of a thing?

In my attempt to greater veil some things within the manuscript, it ended up highlighting other things even more. I had what my dear colleague R calls an “Aha moment” the size of Texas. In other words, I had what I like to call a “Holy sh_____!” moment of an epiphany the size of Antarctica!

You know one of the clues was,’… that someone- some high ranking official flew into Valdosta the night of or the night after Charley’s murder.’ I have always had my suspicions between two folks, but until the angel song- never made the direct correlation to the proper suspect. Even using that terms sends chills down my spine. No wonder Grim thought he was untouchable.

Here is your clue: Besides the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame, or the Baseball Hall of Fame, or the Football Hall of Fame…what other kinds of Halls of Fame are there?

The answer to this question and the question of who flew into the big V that night lies within the celebrated figures of a specific Hall of Fame.  The answer is a huge game changer that requires some serious prep work and another round of eyes. Charley once said- finding his killer was just the tip of the iceberg and he was right!

Welcome to my Titanic!

Oh my dear Charley- what have you gotten me into?

Who will be there for you…

June 1, 2013


Yesterday afternoon I heard my angel song…

Now we all know that when that happens! That means that something  is about to happen within 24 hours. Last night something else came through, but that is not for me to share here. It may be the precursor to greater things though and that makes me very happy.

May has finally left the calendar and June promises to bring things to a head and move us all forward from where we are right this minute. June also brings the summer solstice- which should be of great interest to our farmer in the dell. It rings in the longest day of the year and it promises to be just that for those in this case, as the book will force them to answer uncomfortable questions.

Getting nervous, Grim?

Alright- I’ll move on. OK, so yesterday when I heard my angel song I was so happy to know I had not been forgotten. In that same time slot the numbers 444 came through- a sign that angels were with me. The last time I heard it, a wondrous thing happened along with an inspiration to make a huge change in the manuscript. That same day I discovered the perfect piece of work for my cover art. Even more surprising was later when I found out the cover art’s date of origination- which amazingly enough matched the date of 12/12/12, spoken of by both Charley and G as a significant date for me. So you see, my dear readers…hard work, solid findings as well as synchronicity and divine guidance play a huge role in the discoveries surrounding this case. Guidance from my law enforcement mentors, from my academics and training in Investigative Forensics, my colleague R , my shepherd Charley and from other incorporeal resources continue to lead me to greater truths about this case, myself and other things even beyond the book. But the truth does not end with this book. I simply had to find a place in which to make a tidy ending.

Did you think that just because the book is now written that  the investigation is over? That perhaps, exhausted from my years of research I would walk away from this case? No sir…I have kept my promise to tell this story, but still need to continue my investigation until justice for Charley, the MOT, Rox and Jessica  is finally delivered.

You remember them, don’t you Grim? You, the shooter, the pipe smoker and Einstein…All of you had such memorable times with the other victims in this case. How about the lovely Jessica who went missing one HOT summer afternoon? Rumor says she was last seen by some one who watched her attending a bonfire. Gives you the willies knowing somebody saw you- doesn’t it? Then of course, there was Roxy; the beautiful blonde bombshell debutante. They say the cameras really liked her. She was last seen with you and others just beneath the lover’s tree. You know Grim- the one that everybody carved their initials in. Don’t you remember? The gash under your eye should be a good reminder. Want me to remind you how you got that? No? Well, let’s move on. Whose left?  Ahhhh… the MOT. Poor fella- got the crap kicked out of him one lovely afternoon in a hotel just because he knew too much. You see,Grim…just because the book is through, doesn’t mean that their stories end. The book ended because it had to- their stories don’t  end until they receive justice.

From the beginning my original intent was to merely read the files that were given me and see what could be done to get an idea for a book. The information contained in the documents was helpful- mostly for all the information that they DIDN’T contain. That’s right…omission can be even more descriptive than content. Now of course I could tell you what was the most impressive piece of omission, but then you wouldn’t need the book and quite frankly at this point…I need the book to stand on its own two feet, so that I can completely turn my energies to my next case.

That being said… I wanted to thank the many citizens and members of law enforcement; both active and retired ,who have stepped forward to help in this case. That is a sincere statement of gratitude. For those of who who held your tongues and kept the truth to yourself…you no longer have the right to comment on what has been discovered. You shed that right when you refused to step forward into the light, and by holding your silence while basking in the shadows of neutrality.

I understand those of who who held your tongues out of fear. Those of you who have real cause to be frightened…but those of you who wagged your tongues and merely condemned the efforts of others who tried to right a wrong, because you did not understand the method or  process used…how sad for you.  One day you may need a stranger to champion your cause and who will be there for you?

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