Archive for March, 2014

If you have done your homework…

March 29, 2014

3/28/2014

So much information to assimilate and bring into focus…this Columbus case is almost as disconcerting as Charley’s, in that so many people were protected on this case as those poor elderly women lay tortured in their beds. What I find ironic is that both cases seemed to have used the safety  scapegoats of the time. In Charley’s case, they used the “suicide” over a love affair and the Columbus case- they claimed it was a black man after rich old white women.

Now, if you have done your homework, you will have looked up the columbus killings of ’77 and you will have read a bit about what has transpired. Then, you will say, ” Well… they convicted someone of the crime; what more do you want?” How about a little justice?  Yes, they did. They did try and convict a man. Too bad the evidence doesn’t quite match! But you know me- I’m so picky about those things. Things like DNA matching DNA and other silly pieces of trace evidence that maybe should match- but what the heck! This is Georgia and they wrote laws back then as they needed them!

I have many more papers and articles to get through, but we will begin to talk about this case and see what can be done. And once R has had a chance to review some things as well…we will hopefully hear from the victim’s themselves.

On a lighter note, my parents dropped by for a visit last night…it was good to hear from them.

Tomorrow I will have more for you- tonight I need to rest.

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Are you willing to walk this road with me?

March 23, 2014

3/23/2013

Ok… time to jump back into the fray.

The Dixie Mafia book is under outline and I will do my best to begin to piece it all together, but as stated before- we have a new and more immediate case that must be dealt with: The case of the Columbus Strangler. I have already created the cover art and the title for this book will be, “THE HARVEST: A True Crime Investigative Memoir of the Columbus Strangler” by T.A. Powell. This case is frightening by many standards as there is one man on death row and another serving life for these crimes- but they may be the wrong men. How so you ask?

Let’s begin at the beginning…

In 1977, a series of murders began in Columbus, Georgia began that would leave this Southern jewel traumatized for decades; the case of the Columbus Strangler. Along with strangulation by nylon stockings, some of these victims suffered other tortures, including brutal rapes and maiming—horrors which eclipsed the lives of seven elderly white women who had held court as the upper echelon of Columbus in its more innocent years. An eighth woman was able to survive and lived to share information, did—but it was ignored.  Information that was either ignored or conveniently perverted to fit whatever local officials needed to find the right scapegoat to calm the nerves of the Southern gentry and preserve the identities of those involved in the underbelly of Columbus’s hedonistic societies.

Sound familiar? Think Valdosta stood alone?

There was sex, booze, money, porn…only this time there was another twist! Secret Societies…and their secret practices. Personal secrets some local officials could not afford to have made public. Secrets about their peculiar habits…secret obsessions…sexual persuasions and sexual perversions. Ahhhh, the 70’s were a bitter time for those who felt they were too enlightened to be caged and ruled by mere local law or societal morality.

So lets look at some of the physical evidence known and documented in this case: DNA (semen) evidence, shoe imprints and bite mark evidence.

Let’s start with the DNA evidence left behind by the rapist and murderer on the nightgown of one of the victim’s. One would assume that they were able to garner a positive match from the DNA on this gown to the DNA of the man on Death Row, right? After all, a man’s life hangs in the balance…but what if I told you it was not a match? Now, let’s look at another piece of hard evidence. What if there was the imprint of a shoe left behind at one of the crime scenes- a size 9-1/2 to be exact? One would assume that this print size would match the foot of the convicted felon, right? But what if I told you he wears a size 13-1/2?

So what if I tell you the courts had the DNA, the shoe print, plus bite mark evidence left on the breast of one of these women to help convict the right felon- wouldn’t they use it? One would assume that the dental imprints of the felon and the details of the bite mark evidence surrounding the missing nipple of this victim would be a perfect match-if they have the right man. One would even be brave enough to assume that law officials and the District Attorney would allow nothing less than absolute compliance and documented verifications of all evidence testing and results be in tact before condemning a man to death and yet- they have not.

So what’s their game- what’s their agenda in this case? Who are pulling their strings?

One would assume that all the rigors of juris prudence are being met in this case, but we all know what happens when we assume things, don’t we?

Charley taught us about that! When we assume- people get away with MURDER.

This case is current…so current and on-going that its updates share the same name of this month, so one cannot truly call this a cold case- but in truth it is. Why? Because the women who suffered these atrocious endings are dead and can no longer speak for themselves. But is the man who committed them? Not according to the DA handling this case- she’s convinced she has the right men in prison- even though the evidence tells us otherwise-why? Folks, they even say they lost the original DNA evidence samples, but that cannot be used as viable defense, since we have mitochondrial DNA available through a female relative of our person of interest that will suffice, if need be… but has any been taken?

Does the DA even know where else she should be looking for the true murderer?

If not… then we shall begin to remind her. So let’s start!

Who is our person of interest? I will begin that tale next time.

Has the DA even looked at this person? Not as far as I know.

Who else is he connected to? Oh, you will not believe everyone in on this thing!

How do the Boston Strangler and the Atlanta child killings tie into this case? Hold onto your hats kiddos!

What does the evidence tell you? The men in prison are not guilty.

Who is being protected? Good question.

Is potential evidence being suppressed? We will show you…

What do have the victim’s have to say about how they died- what they saw as they lay crushed beneath this man’s weight- what other cues can they lead us to? Now, that should prove to be rather interesting.

Time to bring R out of retirement…time to walk and talk with the dead. Hopefully Charley will be there to help guide the way.

So, are you willing to walk down this road with me again? Are you willing to dig in the dirt and filth of another small Georgia town in order to set free  souls that have been condemned to a salacious limbo of injustice by the sovereignty of a bunch of backwoods miscreants and town officials who twisted the rules of  law to erase newspaper headlines?

Polish up on ancient history my dear readers, because this case goes places even the History Channel dares not to go.

Be open to discovery-embrace the bizarre as this epic journey begins!

 

 

“It is time…”

March 20, 2014

3/20/2014

On the 14th I received a call that disturbed me. Later that day I was cut off by a small Toyota that had a license plate that read: MRRLJR

Translate that in my world? Mr. R.L. Jr.

The true identity of my 4th in flannel? Hmmmm… the universe is charging me with new impressions- new insights. The next day a man noticed my Miniature Dachshund, Schnitzel and then commented about how much he loved his…a Dachshund named, “Charlie.” Perhaps we are not yet finished with the rest of this story?

On an aside, much of late has been pointing towards unrelenting change…

I know you grow weary of hearing such heralds from all angles as this year seems to be hell bent on change, and even in my own life I am not immune to the reality of its impact. In my front yard, there now looms a huge sign…in my job I can feel shifts, in my life I can see new and uncharted curves in the road ahead. I am being asked to prepare- nay, almost demanded to prepare and to release to allow for the new adventure about to begin.

How do I know? Because the universe is extremely subtle in asking us not to be attached to the outcome of a certain situation- or situations and they are asking us to trust the process and notice the guidance they offer freely.

The angel in charge of my particular situation had a rather clever way to snag my attention!

This morning I took the dogs for a walk. Fog lay thick across the lake like yesterdays regrets and out of the burled chiffon haze, two Canadian geese appeared. Juxtaposed against the brilliant white and magenta striped blossoms of multiple landscaped Japanese Magnolias, it was a calming and surreal visual. Naturally I scrambled to retrieve my phone from my housecoat pocket and raised it to snap a photo and in the screen, a gray box appeared and told me basically that I had too much crap stored in my memory to allow the photo to be taken. The geese dipped and slid one way and then the other in between the branches of the tree blossoms…I clicked and erased as many messages and old photos as I could. By the time I had enough memory to capture the scene- the geese had had enough of the cove and begun to move on. I paused for that moment- looked at my phone and just as I was about to mentally blame it for its archaic margins, I realized it had nothing to do with the phone-but the operator and understood the futility of my erasing– and released the frantic need to hold or capture this image and simply allowed myself to enjoy the joy of its immediate and sacred expression.

The message was clear. As evolved as I’d believed myself to have become…I had fallen back into old modes. Eager for and frighted of imminent change-I was still carting around too much old information and too many old images as a security blanket—so much so, that my backlog of experience and regret had blocked my ability to allow and process something new… something beautiful…something poignant and something fleeting. Determined I would get the photo I felt I deserved to help promote and secure future Zen like moments, I raced the dogs back to the deck– slammed the gate shut and in slippered feet rushed back down towards the dock through the front yard to get another view and another shot at capturing the serenity and fleeting beauty. Instead of capturing the two majestic geese and billowing blossoms in flight inside my  electronic frame-the backside of a new large size which reads “Lake Property For Sale” loomed huge in the center of the screen on my phone and caught me up short. As I stood there and tried to adjust myself, the sign continued to get in the way of my electronic bliss. The geese unaware of my plight followed the shoreline and in that moment, the fog and the bent light that had glowed behind them no longer held the magic or the allure of the moment before and  brought up short by my own recent decisions, had an epiphany without the benefit and buffer of caffeine.

How odd, that there on the shore of my author’s retreat I had finally been faced with the reality and the repercussions of my decisions. The very moments I had yearned to preserve forever, were never meant to be forever. Nothing is ever meant to be forever. Control is an illusion.

Familial crisis dictates change and try as I might to protect or control the outcome of what must now move me forward again…I am both victim and agent of my own decisions; fearful I have made the wrong decision or that by manifesting something new- I have betrayed something old.

And then in the midst of such quandaries, I heard the words I was meant to hear to clam my fears:

“It is time.”

As a Taurus, I am not comfortable with change- even as my soul begs for it- I fear what I crave. So for today, I shall put on my big girl pants, tilt my head towards the stars and smile, knowing that change is the only true constant in my life and that this mission I have been given was done given for a reason.

Here’s to a new adventure- may I be brave enough to embrace it!

The 14th brings some significant event…I wait with baited breath!

March 9, 2014

3/9/2014

This week it begins…

On the cusp of a new season, on the edge of a new life and a new approach to what will become the gateway to the harvest cycle of my life which will begin in two months- and I intend to move towards it with calm and clarity. Everything now lies before me and I am coming into my own. I have been told that this week holds something unexpected for the end of the week- an event of sorts that will require great thought and quick action. As of this moment, I do not know what that will be, but I am being asked to stand in my truth, to remain compassionate and to protect my passions. It is about expansion… it is about attracting possibilities and light and crafting something from my gifts.

This week is about my father, who would have celebrated a birthday this week. This is about my celebration of his life- his calling as a parent- his impact as a man of faith and his deep and sincere love of my mother and his children…the gratitude that I feel in having been gifted with such incredibly loving individuals as guide and mentors. They are the blessing that continues to give, even in death. This was a gift that Charley brought. In an awkward way, I must acknowledge and thank his daughter for helping me find a new way to reconnect to my parents and the wonders of my childhood with them.

Today I spent a minute in appreciation of life and the opportunity to take an active role in the joys of my destiny. With academics behind me for a few months I can finally breathe and apply new information learned to the current cases I am working. I will write more later, but take a minute today… stop in your tracks and spend 30 seconds looking about you. Acknowledge those things you love- give thanks and then accept what changes the universe has in store for you. Saying good bye to one thing allows something new to come through- trust, trust, trust.

The 14th brings some significant event…I wait with baited breath!

Yesterday

 

Be prepared for an interesting ride…

March 6, 2014

3/6/2014

I’m back…finals for me are at last finished! My new show opens tomorrow night…and I can breathe!! I know you have felt slighted- I too have missed the calm of pen to pad… of mind engaged and yet, I do school to enhance my understanding and my abilities to participate within these cases as an active and educated investigative author. You would not want me poking around in this __________ without being mindful of evidence- proper procedure and violations of the law. That being said, my closets are filled with boxes and research papers awaiting my eager hands and I am desperate to dive back into my ongoing cases!

Joy and rapture is mine and with Spring knocking on the door- the outside and the joy of criminal discovery can at last become my mental destination. Do not think that I have not been in need of return. Much has been going on in the silences you have endured and behind the scenes; case alterations and updates, familial crisis with elderly parents, academic pressures and job related obligations and responsibilities have weighed so heavy upon these shoulders since the end of December…enough said, but know that there is finally light at the end of the tunnel- potential release for those in misery and joy to again align with Source for a divine purpose.

I am now free from academic burdens until mid August and plan to use this time to continue work on the Dixie Mafia case book, as well as the startling Columbus Strangler case that has captured my imagination and unhinged my opinion of the South.

Be prepared for an interesting ride the remainder of this month and for the next few…

Charley is not forgotten; he now helps on other cases and his input is invaluable.


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