Archive for April, 2015

Yesterday I did something I seldom do…

April 21, 2015


Yesterday I did something I seldom do. I decided to try and take a new approach to something old.

That being said…

I am always amazed at how many different roads can lead to the same place. Amazed at how many different perceptions there can be of the same view. Perhaps this is why our cars have so many windows…so we can see different things, all while headed in the same general direction.

A driver will have one view…the front seat passenger another, as well as those in the rear–who see most things in hindsight of the others.

No one window of observation is ever exclusive…no one window gifting the only acceptable view.

Someday, try a new road into work. Or one evening, take the longer way home and use that time to think.

Sometimes, the variations within a single landscape shows us something we might have missed otherwise.

It’s called…another perspective.


If you knew the truth about this case…

April 18, 2015



Yesterday began Pluto’s retrograde until mid-September…it will provide time for true and deep introspection; which in my case means…editing and proofing my next book: LAW OF THE HARRVEST, by T.A. Powell. (Copyrighted materials, 2014)

This book will chronicle my journey and investigation into the Columbus Stocking Strangling’s of 1977-‘80 and the fingerlings of clues that have metastasized from that investigation, into other nationally infamous serial killings that will flog your mind.

Helping a friend out a few days ago, I pulled this card from the deck:

This morning, I pulled it again…the Wheel of Fortune card; both times reversed.

Wikipedia says:

“…The origin of the word is from the “wheel of fortune” – the zodiac, referring to the celestial spheres of which the 8th holds the stars, and the 9th is where the signs of the zodiac are placed. The concept was first invented in Babylon and later developed by the ancient Greeks…”

Now, normally the Wheel of Fortune tarot card is a symbol of constant change and traditionally one could read it in the upright position as favorable changes ahead and the reversed…well…not so favorable changes ahead.

The Wheel Of Fortune card, like so many of the other cards of the Major Arcana, has a variety of interpretations between Tarot decks. Basically, this card has been modeled after the 15th century medieval concept of Rota Fortunae, the wheel of the goddess Fortuna.

Wikipedia also edifies:

“… Images generally show a six or eight spoked wheel, often attended or crested by an individual (sometimes human; sometimes a Sphinx-like half-human) attired in an Egyptian-style headdress…”

But that is not the only thing spirit intended me to see!

What spirit intended me to see, was something in its design that echoed that of another design. Look closely at the figure of what might be construed as the Egyptian head-dressed, Sphinx inspired figure-depicted in a burnish red, hanging with its head and horns dangling off the wheel to the left side…the left leg is also raised at the knee—bent, and the right leg laying relatively flat atop the twisting wheel.

Now why is this important you say?

If I told you that one of the killer’s was an occultist…that he breast fed on all things esoteric…that he believed in religion, astrology, astronomy, the tarot, ancient Egypt and was a practitioner of a specific type of magic and that like every true sociopath—kept souvenirs of his kills—wouldn’t you be interested to know more?

Stay tuned Columbus. This is just the beginning!

So, shall we begin to lay the bead crumbs?

April 10, 2015


So shall we begin to lay the bread crumbs that will have all of Columbus eating out of our hands in less than a year?

How many of you remember these killings…the Columbus Silk Stocking Strangling’s?

How many of you had mothers and grandmothers who bolted their doors and left on their lights trying to prevent the evil from entering their homes?

How many of you questioned the inability of your police to catch the killer(s) who wandered your streets undetected and how many of you bought the line of crap they fed you when they said they could prove a man was responsible for the killings with an 8 year late partial fingerprint in one of the three of the seven attacks he was convicted on and yet…had nothing to parse on the other four?

How many of you have sat back and watched the circus of your courtrooms as the local law dances their way around the facts of the case and desperately trying not to step into the _______ of their  forefathers…or is that four fathers?

Let’s begin by asking the most primal of questions.

If both the Columbus Stocking Strangling’s and the Mary Sue Ogletree case’s, respectively can be categorized as crimes of passion…due to the brutality and personal natures of the violations and manners of death, then why are we even looking at the man currently on death row?

What intimate contacts or personal vendetta had this man ever had with any of these women?  And beyond the cursory knowledge that they lived in the same community at one time, they obviously never lived in the same world…if you understand my meaning. But even that cannot truly explain the motivation for the killings and the state’s premise was flimsy at best.

The convict was a thief and a drug dealer.

And if nothing was ever stolen…and no drug association evident?

What was his motivation for these horrendous kills?

What egregious errors had these women made towards him?

What up close and personal default had they committed towards him that would trigger such calculated and sexually stunted violence?

Can the pillars of your justice system answer that question with a straight face?

Motive 101!

Think my dear readers…because your officials are asking you to believe that the common rules and professional guidelines of criminal psychology for a psychopath and/or sociopath do not apply here to either case.

In the last hearing for this man to get a new trial we are asked to swallow such nonsensical rationalizations that a man in the midst of executing vile and passionate crimes… takes both time out and preferential umbrage with the kind of shoes he wears…so that he could spend a night running and jumping through hoops of ridiculous circumstances with his toes curled under to lay flat against the balls of his feet, so as to fit into a pair of shoes more than 3 sizes too small for him…just to screw with the detective’s heads after the fact. In addition, he is a thief who decides after he has killed his victims, not to steal anything-just to throw them off his scent!

That’ll teach those silly cops a thing or two!

Next, we are asked to believe that members of the Columbus justice system did not find the evidence of bite mold, or shoe mold information terribly important at the time of the murders… nor, decades later when they were asked to produce the evidence and then conveniently paraded that either it never existed or that it had been lost. All proven to have been untrue.

Now, I am not asking the families of these victims to relive their tragic losses for folly’s sake, and I would not presume to grasp the level of their despair; but I would venture that in as much as they would like to have their loved ones death’s validated by finding the true killer…they would feel remiss at having watched another man die for crimes he did not commit.

Again, I am not saying that the man in prison is innocent of all the crimes levied against him and he has openly admitted to thievery and substance issues in other cases, but these crimes? He says no…cops say yes. Yet there was never proper record of any of these conversations made, only hearsay after the fact commentaries by cops- desperate to fit the narrative of those being flown by those above them and so should not have been entered as evidence…only hearsay.

What I experienced while in that courtroom a few months ago was most alarming. Had it not been that I both heard and witnessed with my own eyes, these thin arguments offered by the state… I would not have believed some of the suppositions presented. In fact, had a criminal justice student turned in a proposition providing such lack of standard protocols for evidence collection and procedures, devoid of any proper chain of custody documentation, used as the basis for argument for or against any Defense positions…the DA’s office would have likely failed such a proposal. You cannot compound the initial lack of evidential integrity by throwing more piles of incredulity upon it to make it more palatable…the case should be thrown out.

Only in a small town or small minded courtroom would such flagrant evasions ever fly.

Now, I don’t pretend to be an attorney…but your name doesn’t have to be “Ferdinand” to recognize a huge pile of bull_____, when you’ve stepped in it!

I’m just saying that Columbus should perhaps pay greater attention to this case and the players in it, before this man is executed. There are a lot of really interesting questions that will have to be answered about the proposed, “lost” or “produced” evidence in this case…not to mention the unpublicized personal relationships between certain previous, “prime suspects”…the original investigators…attorneys and certain business partners and hidden activities at certain underground parties at a certain house, if this man is put to death.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I plan to ask those questions in the book anyway…whether you kill this man or not. But we can start other places before its release, and we can start with this:

Questions like…

If the lack of any responsible collection and/or chain of custody procedures for evidence in this case has clearly been proven to be an epic cluster_______ the size of Texas, then how can any of the evidence presented in this case ever be trusted? The evidence was improperly collected, stored and/or preserved to begin with. Now I know this was in the 70’s, but please…even an idiot knows to put all the evidence in one safe place…TOGETHER… and not at the bottom of a stairs or “hidden” in a brown paper bag in the back of a file cabinet. Not to mention that some of it was contained in an evidence vault on the same floor as the DA’s offices for decades. Now that sounds responsible, doesn’t it?


So who had unfettered access to it? From what I have been told…pretty much anybody and everybody was able to walk right in there and walk right out, for all those years and if that’s the case… then well…that begs another set of questions–does it not?

Questions like:

Who had much to benefit from the removal or the manipulation of evidence to make sure Gary was convicted to take the fall and shut down the screams of fright from the community they so-call served?

But even more importantly?

Who had much to lose if the evidence found had been able to prove that Gary wasn’t the one who should have taken the fall?

Now that’s the real story in this case!

These are the basic questions that should have been asked then and if the case was solid enough to convict then…could they still be answered the same way today, producing the same effect. But can they?

Look at the original players? Who started somewhere and ended up somewhere else after the Gary conviction, or even just after his arrest? Who was elevated? Who was relocated and why? And then…who lost those positions later after and why?

Tigers don’t change their stripes, children! They just get longer and fade, like the smiles your players hide behind.

The case itself is a sham. The verdict of guilt such a pretentious pile and the endless defense of the state’s position, such a waste of tax payer money and intellect, that the whole case should be thrown out of court and Gary remanded to release for time served.

Otherwise…you explain to me how a fingerprint found 8 years after the fact…and AFTER…Gary’s latent arrest, can suddenly be introduced without proper documentation as to where it came from and how it could have been preserved for all that time without any compromise on a window sill?

Now that’s magic! Or is that…chaos?

(That’s an inside joke for the real players…trust me, they’ll get it!)

The lack of proper procedure in this case boggles the mind.

Many people have deep and hidden personal histories they wish to hide behind this case…things that involve certain activities and many public personalities that cannot professionally or personally afford to have come to light.

So Columbus, do yourself a favor and pay attention…things are about to get very interesting in your town. Go walk the streets of your historic district and take notes; this wasn’t just somebody’s Folly, it was an unholy alliance and mission statement placed in plain view and they counted on only those occultist and enlightened to understand its value and directives.

Business partnerships are about to be exposed…hidden activities brought to light…associations demonstrated…people who wore robes- ritually disrobed…houses that held secrets, dismantled-photo by photo… madmen who once danced naked in the moonlight around a blazing barrel of files and documents not meant for your eyes to see…later filled pools with something other than water…poems that once glorified the black mountains, now read more like a true crime novel… and student loans that had benefactors that might raise certain eyebrows now, have paid off in delays and denials.

Sounds like a good night at the movies and yet…it was all there in your little town…hidden from your eyes, by men who thought they were more clever than the rest of the world and they were–for a time, but no longer. So grab a box of popcorn, Columbus and get ready for the show!

Easter and this investigation have raised more than one man from the dead this year…let’s see what else can be found.

Stay tuned!

The Columbus killings were but introduction…

April 1, 2015


Is it even possible to have this many victims?

Getting closer to closure for the book has already had me on pins and needles with all the information that has flooded this investigation with multiple serial killings and additional victims that have yet gone untethered to this string of events…until now.

Can I tell you that the killer(s) while clever, have fallen to the singular trap of every psychopath and sociopath, true textbook style? We humans are creatures of habits, passions and personal demons and we each have a particular way of dealing with them. Like a heavy Turkish tapestry, we weave our lives with strands of truths and lies and bind them so tight that they become the fabric of who we are…And just like that heavy Turkish tapestry, one tiny thread undone, can become the very thing that unravels the mass.

The trick then? To find that one thread and…pull!

You see, the psychopath has an ego, equal to none. He/she wants you to know how brilliant they are and when you refuse to recognize that…they will go to unearthly lengths to make it clear. Either they will tell you flat out, or in the case of the immoral, who cannot afford such blatant exposures…they will hint and drop bread crumbs the size of small Volkswagen’s for you to follow–so great is their need for adoration. They crave reward like a junkie craves one more blow. They also like souvenirs of their triumphs, but are clever about what they are and where they hide them.

Look to what they do…their hobbies or professions. This is the graveyard of their accomplishments and it is there that you will find the corpses of their “winnings”…this is where they hide their treasures.

I opened this blog with a rather graphic question…why?

Because even as I am parsing clues and outlining final suppositions, spirit has added one more body to the pile. I used to be coy…used to want to make you guess at what I was saying, but this case has made me weary of charades. I fatigue at the mention of another victim’s name and yet, they too must be served. Victims deserve to be recognized… so do killers.

It always amazes me that the sleepiest little towns are the ones with the most flamboyant and nefarious of characters…the juiciest scandals and the greatest liars. Are you ready to be laid bare Columbus? To learn the true meanings of your statues and your lawn ornaments. To learn who it was that controlled your justice, embroidered your sheets, planted your gardens and held your esteem?

Two of the killers are native…one from far away.

This man both intrigues me and makes me want to vomit at the same time…the arrogance and the vitriol with which he looked down upon the rest of humanity, bled through his words. I found it interesting in the beginning why I was chosen to follow this case. Now, far more knowledgeable, I understand exactly why I was chosen and have exploited such.

So why was I chosen?

Because I am a sopher… a scribe…a writer and in being one, understand the psyche of one. We live and die and bleed in ink…we breathe through this medium as though it were our very air. And what do writer’s do? They record… thoughts… impressions… images… visions…sights… events… kills…


Yes…they record kills. So carefully do they craft their words that you barely understand what they are saying; but just like very true psychopath, eventually they have to make certain you understand just how brilliant they are and so they let down their guard.

The trick?

Finding the moment they do so!

I have found that moment and many more. Why?

Because psychopaths also see themselves as invincible…impregnable… capable of absolute autonomy, but the ego has a blind spot. The third killer, confident in his superiority, exposes himself so that you can see and worship his accomplishments.

The Columbus killings were but introduction and the victims have done their best to tell their tale and light the path to others. I thank those that brought their information to the table and shared…they will find their names in the book and duly credited for their participation. So Columbus, are you ready to hear your story?

Are you ready to hear about the killers who wandered your streets as free men…who killed without remorse and who bargained and bartered the reputations of your pillars of the community, trading their souls like baseball cards? The men who did things in the dark they could not afford to have light shown upon? The men who still hold high offices in your buildings…the woman who still practices law…the kings and queens of your courts…the pillars of your arts…the messengers of debauchery and the latent members of secret societies?

Yesterday, even as I was walking away, spirit pulled me back in with one simple question:

“Do you understand the name…Terrance?”

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