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5/17/2014

Forgive the disjointed entries, but it is year end for my program and so budgeting figures and other issues take conscious priority. As for Charley and Valdosta, I am still here- working behind the scenes with one or two more pieces of information. As for the Columbus Strangler of Columbus, Georgia… I am sifting through my notes, working with the shorthand of the dead and sifting through clues from the interviews of the victims: the seven women strangled, the only survivor and the last victim whose throat was slashed and whose  torso was stabbed  repeatedly. Her name is Mary Sue and she came through immediately to R when her crime scene photos were made present.

Let us begin:

“…Mary Sue rises from the grave and steps forward, signaling to R that she will help us from the other side of the veil. She begins by giving a description of the perp…

There is an association to the letter “T” with either the first, last or middle name  of the killer. He has thick hair, brunette- possibly a toupee it is so thick…dark thick hair at the time of the killing, it is combed over to the side- a sweep over to the side.

There is a toothpick in his mouth- this is a habit- a fixation with teeth- cleaning teeth all the time- obsessive compulsive…always a toothpick.

7166…this could be part of a victim or the perp’s address

Interesting…he always wore gloves…a  germ-a-phobe… he is very cautious about touching things- germs- leaving evidence behind

There is the mention of a name- Josephina…who is this?

Killer- he is very charming…woman are attracted to him…he draws you in…seems harmless…gets up close to you-his eyes…his eyes pull you in…very engaging.

 There is a tie to the nylons- fixated on the nylons- this is his calling card…he is a perfectionist… a public figure…very well known…this is his cover-

There is a two story home…there is a greenhouse there at the killer’s home…

He is well protected- they will ncall him out- hot e has something on them- they will not betray him-everyone will cover for him- they have to.

There is another name- a new name- Jessica-not Charley’s Jessica, but somebody else- a work association to the killer.

Focus on his hands- brown spots on his hands…the pinky nail on his left hand- there is something missing- something not quite right with it- the nail- perhaps it is missing or not reformed correctly…look to the left hand.

There is a schedule to the dates of the murders…astrological alignments- dates are significant…look to the stars…association with the occult.

 The pattern was broken…days, weeks …even months between killing- he was ill…didn’t feel well for several months…upper respiratory problems– he is coughing…too sick to kill.

There is something else…did any of the victims get tested for venereal disease? He is carrier…

He has a wife…he is married.

(Sent another photo of person of interest for R to review.)

She is drawn to his eyes-engaging…there is a lawyer association…an attorney reference…2 daughters.

Killings of older women are justified…they are closer to death…the occult…following the occult…the victims would not have lived a lot longer…they can be sacrificed.

There is damage to an eye of one of the victims…

To Mary Sue- there is a work association there…he is angry over a business issue…she is chosen…

The date October 11…

The word and/or name Jackson is mentioned.

Again, Mary Sue is brought out of her grave…she will continue to help…”

I tell R to tell Mary Sue I am grateful and we will call on her again. There is so much more…each day we will go through the victims accounts as related to R, one by one.

Are you listening Columbus? You have two people on DEATH ROW for these crimes. Spirit is very clear…the killer was NOT a black man.

5/8/2014

The other night I decided to try and catch up with some of the shows I missed during my production cycle and one of them of course, is the show Castle. I know- so apropos, isn’t it? That being said, I watched the series of those episodes missed until I was current and was struck at the ending of one particular episode and wondered if indeed spirit wasn’t trying to send me a message.

Why would I suspect such? Well, the whole thing kinda reminded me of  Charley. In fact that whole day things kept reminding me of Charley, but  I digress.

For one thing, the episode revolved around solving an old cold case murder; to be specific, Beckett’s mother’s murder… but that was just the tip of the iceberg. The cold case revolved around corrupt officials- dirty law enforcement and political figures. In solving this case, a tape of evidence had been made at the time of the murder; a tape that a woman was murdered for…a tape that was made by a man who “spilled the beans” about who killed who and why. A tape that as Grim would say, “would bust this county wide open!” This tape was placed inside  a family heirloom and it’s location documented in code in a family journal…a hidden place inside a family heirloom that remained undiscovered for several decades, until someone cracked the code in the journal of where it was hidden. The person who cracked the code was a crime writer. And just when everything was thought to be over and forever lost- and everyone, from family to writer had given up hope of a miracle- this code was cracked- the tape was rediscovered- listened to and then the  guilty parties who were still alive, were placed under arrest. It brought a tear to my eye.

To this date, according to psirirt there is a copy of such a tape in Charley’s case still out there.

A tape made by the MOT (Man On Tape)- R. W. C. who, being held inside the Daniel Ashley Hotel against his will, was beaten to death when he couldn’t tell the four in flannel how many other copies Charley had made or where Charley had hidden them. That’s why they stole Charley’s house keys and searched his office that night. That’s where the watery footprints came from- not from Charley, but from the agents who were sent to his office to find the incriminating tape. The same folks who ripped through his house when the funeral was taking place in Millen and the only other person who could ID them all was being beaten to death in a hotel in Valdosta. Don’t believe me about a dead man being hauled out of that hotel in October of 1966? Check the local funeral home records for October 15, 1966. A man in his sixties was pulled from the hotel there-DOA at Pineview Hospital. They tried to imply that he died of a heart attack, but they never discussed why he was black and blue all over. That you have to ask Einstein about. Einstein had a thing about beatings- ask Roxanne. Her body was covered from head to toe with bruises too. Einstein likes to kick…like a girl. He’s too old now to do it, but he wasn’t back then. The hotel was right across from the police station back then…kinda cozy huh? In one room at the hotel you could bed a broad, go one flight up of stairs after and beat the crap out of a witness. Sharp bunch of thugs these folks were. Ahhhh…. the good old days- eh, Einstein? Too bad I hear you have problems with your feet now, old boy? Yep- you know what they always say…live by the sword- die by the sword. Or in this case…feet! Doesn’t God have  wacky sense of humor?

But back to the tape…

This tape the MOT made was where he “spilled the beans” about the illegal gambling, the money and moonshine on the rails, the porn ring- the films and who was on them! It talked about who slept and then killed the pregnant Jessica and the lovely blonde bombshell, Roxanne- and then of course how they had to take out Charley and who would be implicated in the murders and beatings in the rape/porn ring that engulfed Valdosta, and several other towns that surrounded that fair little burg. Men who had higher ambitions that just the state capital that year. Yes, that’s right…a tape. The one Grim has spent the last 47 years believing he had destroyed, still exists. The one that he and Einstein, along with the Shooter were certain a woman who worked for the courts was hiding from them. A tape that they killed Charley for…a tape that still resides in a space-hidden  inside a Maxwell House coffee can that would bring those men and 1 woman to justice.

Want the address Grim? The address where that tape can still be found?

Call the Police.  Better yet…have them call me and together we can go on a little scavenger hunt for justice!

Gotta love shows like Castle.  Sometimes it just takes a silly little television show to  trigger something deep  inside a person.

For Delores, with love.

5/5/2014

The numerical significance of this date: 5/5 or 55 itself signals change…significant change and the passing of another year.

This week will bring opportunities for inspiration, redirection and being guided to where you need to be. But not just the gentle guidance of the cosmos in the sense that you will get a good or bad feeling about something…but more that if you are willing to release all expectations of outcomes with complete surrender, trusting in the divine… those who have crossed over and the architect of the universe  will take over the steering wheel of your life and move you in the definite direction of where you need to be and what you need to be doing.

Will you be brave enough to let them? Will I?

Good question and a great experiment, so I’m in.

This week has felt all about surrender and loss of momentum. The end of my theatre season closed well, but the due diligence of hard work always brings the inevitable dregs of  exhaustion and the parting shot of a sickly cast- a kick ass cold that has brought me to my knees.  A small inconvenience paid for a successful run and a brilliant cast. Though illness has subdued both spirit and  navigation, I have saved enough energy to send up small prayers and rockets of desire into the cosmos- asking for intervention. According to the birthday ritual, I have now entered the final pinnacle, or rather the harvest cycle of my life and suddenly realized that perhaps this has been the necessary delay for the jumping off point in this case. The final pinnacle or harvest cycle of one’s life begins at 56, so is this why this case is being brought to me at this time ? Think my dear readers…the title of this book is called, THE HARVEST: A True Crime Investigative Memoir of the Columbus Strangler. (Copyright 2014) How else could I understand the desperation and the vulnerability of these victims, if  I have never experienced the vulnerability and insecurities of these years myself… the physical challenges of getting older as a woman, being post menopausal…being more aware of being a less threatening target and yet ignorant that a sexual crime could be focused towards someone my age or older?

For that the past few years I have looked forward to this birthday, knowing that this would be my time…a time of truly coming into my own spirit and power… of owning every moment in my life… of being on the cutting edge of a new technique or way of self expression. It was written in the stars astrologically… in my numerology and my aspirations. The numbers said not to buy a home for this cycle or tie myself down with heavy long-term obligations, as success would dictate  being foot loose and fancy free- traveling at the drop of a hat for speaking engagements- book signings- carving out new mental landscapes for others to follow and being on the leading edge of new and unorthodox ways in crime solving.

And so how does this wondrous new and epic cycle begin? With sniffles and sneezes and lackluster enthusiasm for the changes age brings to the female body! So, not the gripping introduction I had hoped for or anticipated. So far, 5 days into my pinnacle cycle has left me uninspired, out of breath and impatient for this dynamic new set of circumstances to emerge and whisk me away.

A few days ago I turned 56, closed my eyes and made a wish. Yesterday, I sat in a car while my husband drove to a Kroger for more cold medicine. My dynamic new image in the rear view mirror was  in direct contrast to the woman I had dreamed. What I saw instead was a woman who had sneezed and coughed her chest muscles and nose into raw existence- a woman who  slumped exhausted in a seat next to him- sunglasses askew and a wrinkled  Kleenex stuffed in each nostril to keep from dripping.

Last night I said a prayer, asking for more Benadryl, guidance and clarity — not to mention a do-over for my Birthday. I also prayed for a renewed sense of spirit and a regeneration of passion for this case- the kind of passion that drove me to constant distraction with Charley’s. This morning I realized that perhaps that was a ridiculous prayer to pray. The Benadryl I could supply for myself- but there are no do-over’s in life…nor Birthdays. My birthday was what it was and the passion for Charley’s case was all consuming, because I was desperately hiding from my own life through his death. I am not that person anymore. My life, my world and my sense of self is in a completely different state today than it was 5 or 6 years ago and so minus the desperation- the experience cannot be the same either. In those years I was still bereft- lost without the tangible hands of parents to guide. In this day, I know they are but a thought away- that they are wherever I am- in every and any moment I invite them to join in. Today I pass this off as a small thing- but it is not- it is huge.

Last night I was reminded how huge.

Enjoying the lull in coughing spasms, I lay watching the Long Island Medium with my husband and my clogged nostrils and her readings at the Cherry Lane theatre in New York. I was just about to  doze off when the woman being read convulsed in sobs at spirit’s revelations and she kept saying, “How could she have known that? There’s no way she could have known that…”  My husband made a similar comment and I was immediately caught off guard.

“How can you say that after everything that has happened over the past 5 years…everything you have seen and heard through R…everything that has happened with Charley? How can you not believe this is for real?”

“It’s just so hard to believe sometimes…that’s all.”

“That’s all? How can you still question any of this…how can you not believe?”

With that, I watched the rest of the show in silence, reminded how others still have a hard time accepting all this. But more importantly, I was reminded that when the angel numbers say things like, ” … because of your child-like faith…”– that is exactly what they mean. For me, this is the same as saying that each morning the sun will rise, or that my eyes are brown like my father’s…this is accepted and known. I no longer question, if indeed I  ever truly did question the continuity of life after death and the ability to sense those who have left us behind.  My father once said to me that the greatest gift he could give me, beyond life itself was faith. It only took 56 years, dad… but I finally found and understand it. Faith is knowing. Ironically enough, according to Numerology, the challenge for this final pinnacle of my life is the same-FAITH.

All this to say, that just as soon as snot is not my constant companion…I plan to dive back into my life with absolute abandon and become the woman I thought would magically appear on my 56th Birthday. As I look in the mirror I know she is there, hidden beneath the puffy eyes, the worn T-shirt and the ponytail. She’s the woman who at 45 beat a life- threatening tumor, at 46 wrote and published over nine plays and then at 47 decided to become a theatre director so she could produce them. She’s the woman who at 48 decided to start writing  books, then at 49 to investigate cold case murders and at 52 went back to school to get a degree in forensics so she could walk the walk. She’s the woman at 54 who got the ATF in Washington to re-open a 46 year old murder case, at 55 published her findings in a 436 page book and who at 56 still has the confidence to put her heart and reputation on the line every time she picks up a pen or plugs her nostrils with Kleenex.

She’s a tough old bird who understands that some days it’s better to have dessert first and save the vegetables for a salad on another day…laughs at easily at herself as she does at others and is still the lady who refuses to let life to happen to her…but rather, demands life in her happenings! True, this week she’s  a little older, a little wiser…perhaps a little thicker here and there with age, but she’s my best buddy and I wouldn’t want to face the rest of my existence or this next case without her!

Happy Birthday week to me.