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10/29/2014

Last night I had a dream…

Earlier in the week they had talked about messages and to pay attention to your dreams. Recent events and information have begged for more details in my investigations.

Last night I had a dream. They showed me walking down a street, embroidered with exotic flowers and variegated foliage. Casually strolling towards a downtown area,  the sidewalk was old and cracked from tree roots which threaded their way from crumbled curbs to yard lines. As I reached the corner, I approached the side wall of a building. The brick was lighter in color than the traditional red I am used to in Georgia- the dirt in the less grassy areas of the yards before me, more sandy colored. As I reached the end of the sidewalk, I turned and looked to my left. Large white letters ran across the brick: Key Pine Library.

Odd as it may seem, my first impression of the building and its conglomeration of white block letters was  that it was going to be a Post Office…but the letters formed the word, Library and not Postal Office.

I am being ask to divine the meaning and feel certain it has to do with this case and recent associations  between my Columbus duo and some new found information. Am I uncertain of the link? No…that part spirit has made perfectly clear. What I am more interested in, is there more information from another victim trying to come true?

I know how this works. First they get my attention through a vision or dream. Then they let me sit with the images presented for a day or two to ponder their meaning or to further review the details imparted and make preliminary connections to my current activities or discoveries. Next, I begin to dig deeper in the direction they show. I may get an epiphany that connects their images with my information…or I get a call… or a letter… or a piece of evidence from someone or somewhere, which helps explains what the vision had portended.

That brings to mind another curiosity from yesterday. While hanging drops in the theatre, a person helping me suddenly pulled out a measuring tape to help set the chains equidistant to one another. Why is that so curious? Because the end of the measuring tape metal tab…was magnetic! It stuck to the pipe we were hanging on. Now, in your world that means nothing. In my world, that screamed a connection to a crime scene which involved a set of keys on a magnet key chain that were stolen from the victim.

So now we have the impressions of a magnetic key chain- from a victim who was murdered in California and the mention of a library on Pine Key in Florida.

I find it rather interesting that today is the 29th. If spirit follows suit as usual, two days from now I will receive more information. Two days from now will be Halloween.

It should be a very interesting and unsettling day!

Stay tuned…

10/20/2014

Academics officially over till January, I have been inundated by spirit with hints and prompts to move forward without delay in the Columbus Stocking Strangler case. Up until now, academics and work obligations have eaten away every ounce of energy and every spare moment, but with school done till next semester and work on tract…my investigations can now return to priority status.  Last week a tea reading brought forth 2 very significant images: a revolver and the letter M.   The revolver could be interpreted in many ways, perhaps even literal… the M?This person is supposed to be sent to help me move forward in a project;  perhaps the 8th victim of the Strangler, Mary Sue will step forward again. Maybe between her and Sophie, things can start to flow again and we can pick up where we left off between Boston and Columbus.

As for my previous case…

On October 9th as always, I spent the day in quiet reverie for Charley and the girls and what they went through back in 1966, the night Charley was murdered. On October 12th, Sophie reminded me through a series of bucolic landscapes and a Post It note that fell of my desk several times of her internment into a watery grave at midnight that night…the 13th,! On that day, (13th) I moved forward from school work to research and read bits and pieces from the Necronomicon, as part of  a new segue into this case. Why you might ask would such an unnerving manuscript rest upon my writing desk? Because  this case has metastasized from murders in Columbus, to Boston, to California and now to another state, by virtue of the travels of the two POI’s that remain at the origins of all this. Decades of debauchery and deception now begin to come full circle… and how appropriate,  they would say that I finally got a chance to read this on the 13th…a significant day in occultism.

The next day,on the 14th, a truck cut me off- his license plate produced several numbers for my edification. When I went to read the number it triggered, Charley’s photo popped from the pages of my angel book tot hew corresponding number and we had a bit of a conversation about his silence and my need for more information. Happy to see him, I gave him a small pep talk…mentioned the anniversary of his death and chided him with playful antics for being quiet for so long. I apologized that movement on his case has slowed, and asked that he deliver new information or evidence to me to help bring it to fruition. At 4:44 that afternoon, he did just that! (BTW’s…444 is an angel number which reminds us we are surrounded and protected by angels and ascended masters.) Charley provided a very unexpected answer to my prayer. We will see where this new information leads!

As for my current book, THE HARVEST on the Columbus and the murders there?

Now, a week later from the full moon, Charley’s anniversary and my freedom from academics… the words and signs that I need to see and hear are being prompted by spirit everywhere: in TV commercials, newspaper ads, random conversations…license plates and virtual divine interventions.

They are pushing for me to do something that will help break this case wide open… a step I have been fearful to make until now. Listening to some recent advice,  I took the first step in that direction this morning, certain that I am  being guided to do so from a divine perspective.

The ball is now in another’s court…I await the answers to the questions!

10/5/2015

In three days a full moon will illuminate the sky and the dead will begin to dance among the stars and give up even more information. In four days it will be the anniversary of Charley’s murder…AGAIN! I am hoping that Jessica and Roxanne will step forward with more information too. If you are curious as to where their bodies lay..read the book, THE THIN GRAY LINE by TA Powell, on Amazon.com. While some things were changed in the book to protect the innocent and those related to the guilty…those locations were not.

Read the book, then petition local law and the private landowners and go to town, so to speak! But do not let vigilantes destroy the evidence! Secure this through proper channels- call the Lowndes County Sheriff’s Department. Maybe Grim will come to watch again as they pull Roxanne’s remains from under the Cyprus stumps, he rolled her into over 48 years ago. He liked to watch the first time when they pulled her body from Saddle Bags lakes-pretended she drown. What a crock- even Miss M said so. Maybe this time he can convincingly pretend to be surprised. Hah!

But try Valdosta…get out their and try for God’s sake. Dig up those girls and bring them home- their bones will help tell the rest of the story. By the way Grim- Jessica was pregnant. Oh, but you knew that because the big guy in Atlanta back then was in on that- literally. So let’s go back to that night on October 12th, 1966 was it? Charley was murdered on the 9th and Roxanne before then, but you had to hide her body a second time and so while everybody was all unglued over the Federal Treasury Agent’s death- you and your buddy’s took a little trip on the Wild side…looked across the way from its gates and a few minutes later- your buddy across the fence held his tongue at midnight while you rolled that poor child into a watery grave. You disgust me and my patience has run out.

Think back Valdosta…who was on patrol back then?

But remember- Roxanne was the second girl to go missing. Jessica, her friend was murdered first in July of that year. After somebody decided he could not afford to have a young prostitute porn star call him out. Where is she? Well, Roxanne’s in a cow pasture and what’s left of Jessica is at the river. Two properties owned by folks who were knowledgeable of what was going down that night. New owners may allow you to dredge and drag the cow pasture swamp for her bones and the gold necklace with the V… the other? Maybe not- Jessica’s buried near the river on his property-the  felon that lured Charley to his death that night. Find him and you find her!

Why do I bring them up now, a year after the book has been out? Because I am tired of waiting for law enforcement to do the right thing! Buy the book…read the details and then go and pressure these folks to find those girls so we can give them a proper burial. Tell law enforcement it’s time to bring Charley justice! And when you’re done with that Valdosta…let’s go get the evidence Charley copied that the MOT was killed for! He told us where to find it.

Again…four more days till the lights go out on the Clyattville- Nankin Road again. Stop at 9:30 PM out there under the stars and hear the echoes of shots ringing out as law enforcement murders him in cold blood.

Why do I ask for help?

Because I want their murders solved… or rather, I have solved them- I want them validated! I am hoping Jessica and Roxanne will help Sophie Clark and Mary Sue Ogletree of the Boston and Columbus  Strangler’s cases respectively, to see what we can accomplish together; each from the other side of the veil. It’s October and the spirits are restless…mine too.

Oh, and here’s another set of names to add to the list of women I am trying to help, who might see this as an ethereal invitation from me to help salvage their dignity and solve their murders too…another two victims, Sherry and Lisa. Do I have their last names? You bet I do…and so do the police! Not in Valdosta mind you…they have enough to deal with Jessica, Roxanne, Charley and the MOT right now.

To those who can no longer speak for themselves–I can help you, if you will help me…just ask R.

I’m waiting…

10/2/2014

When I told you at the beginning of this case that silence is golden, but sometimes its necessary to break to get a point across I  meant it. This case has metastasized in so many ways and to so many victims. It began with Georgia and then the dead brought me to Boston and from there California and now to somewhere else.

What began as a triangle has now become a square.

Against my better judgement…

A riddle for you and you know who you are.

What do Hemingway, six toed cats and two  US Postal keys have in common?

If you sent a Christmas card to the Chronicle in 1990 … you already know.