5/8/2013
Last night locutions (whispers) were received again as I lay in bed between sleep and awake.
“Someone is talking to someone,” they say. I asked for clarification and it was simply repeated. “Someone is talking to someone.”
Eventually we will all know who.
Cover art chosen…moving onward.
5/5/2013
Hang on to your hats kids! Today is 5/5… I am now 55 and the number 555 has been in my face all week. CHANGE…CHANGE…CHANGE! Also, today I heard my angel song at 2:02 and we all know what that means. Something is about to happen…something in 24 hours from now will be hugely different…something big will happen and I am so ready for the pendulum to swing back my way on this thing. I have stalled this as long as I believe I can, trying to accommodate everything and everyone…but the truth refuses to be bartered away for everyone’s comfort and I get the feeling that the time has come to share what has been discovered and prompt what still needs to be deciphered.
Check the stars children! Today is noteworthy for a variety of reasons astrologically for all- especially Taureans and the angel song has never disappointed before. I wait with baited breath to see what the universe has in store for us and pray for my delivery! Something or someone was in my bedroom the other night on 5/1/2013 and while I am always happy to share my space, my dog was all over the place. That night I was shown several things, including the repeating numbers 777, 444, and 222. Also, the negative pattern of a dragonfly was highlighted on several walls of my bedroom. Spiritual folk get this. For those of you who do not immediately understand and are curious-GOOGLE it. Look for the symbolism of the dragonfly and I think you will find it both timely and appropriate in regards to this book. (BTW’s: This was in response to my asking for ethereal help about the cover art for the book, before slumber.)
Share your thoughts? What would you place on the cover of this book? The confirmed title is: THE THIN GRAY LINE, by T.A. Powell.
Think in regards to a line being crossed. You will understand more when you read the book. Stay tuned my dear readers, because the messages being sent from the universe says it is time. I am waiting on one word, from one source. Say a prayer that this is the answer I have been waiting for.There have been many obstacles this past year…many thing s to consider, but it is time for life to move forward for everyone.
Remember- if you have anything to tell me about Charley, Grim, Mr. Muddy Boots, G, the pipe smoker, the shooter or the girls and the MOT…Speak now!
I will keep my ears open. I know you know more than you have been sharing, Valdosta. How do I know? Because I have not printed half of what I have learned and there are those of you who have learned and have backed away out of fear. To quote a man I once interviewed:
“…and we know more than we are telling you!”
Ouch! Who was that man Valdosta? If he is reading this along with you– he knows that I know and that will drive him crazy.
So tell me anything you have held back now Valdosta, because after the book comes out, it may be just a tad bit too late for publication… but not for the guilty to CONFESS.
Right, Grim?
Look at your own lives this year, dear readers and make something happen for yourselves. This is the year of , “I Can” and not “I could have…” or “I should have!”
Be bold. Be authentic and make your life count for something!
Four years of my life have been spent in discovery as trade for the rest of the remaining four in flannel? That’s a fair trade, don’t you think, Grim? And for those of you who have taken religious or personal umbridge with my use of psychic detectives…open your minds and hearts. There is more in earth and heaven than can be possibly understood.
As for Grim?
Are you getting nervous?
Dang, I sure would be if I were you!
Oh… by the way. Be careful driving. They showed a car wreck, sometime just before you realize that the truth is about to come out and you decide to confess. Golly, I can hardly wait!
Have a swell day.
4/28/2013
I found a message today, tucked inside another message and also inside the number of blogs that have now been posted while reviewing this case. As of the last post, in which I meant to casually walk away, I have posted 555 messages to you. According to the Angel Numbers book- 555 signifies, ‘Huge changes are rumbling throughout your entire life… stay positive so that these changes will be as positive as possible…’
So what did I do? I feared change and began to doubt. How foolish of me to think that God would ask four years of my life and take me on the most fantastic journey of my life, so that I could hide such under a bushel basket of uncertainty and fear of the unknown. And uncertainty and fear of what? Everything that I have written has been within my own experience and who has more authority about my experience than me?
No one. Just as I cannot presume authority over another’s experience- only over my reaction to that which is shown or taught to me.
So that begs the question yet again.
Why on Sunday are we brave and boast that God-our Source is all powerful and yet on Monday morning we recant and He becomes nothing more than a puff of smoke and wisp of wind to be contemplated and feared? For who would place the universe’s fate in the hands of a puff of smoke and a wisp of wind? A fool… or someone who understands that the puff of smoke or the wisp of wind exists only at the behest of the Source from whence it came?
The universe is more than we can possibly understand, and just because we may sometimes see ourselves as limited- we should not project that onto the universe as well. I am speaking to myself here, as I have sat back and squandered a precious gift out of momentary fear of what might happen. My fear is an apparition. Something I created to excuse myself from trusting in the universe and my individual experience.
This book, this story is based on my experience within in it and has become a matter of faith for me now. I must relearn to trust the process and myself, and the reason it was brought to me in the first place. I am a writer. It is not only what I do, but who I am and to do and be less is a betrayal of the gifts I have been given. So, in matter of days I will turn 55. I will be 55 and 555 signifies change and for want of becoming stagnant within the confines of my own life, I must follow these new winds to where they will and trust that the universe has greater peripheral vision than the myopic purview within my own.
We humans are fools. We believe that if we build a wall, we can prevent the tides from toppling it. That if we build a bridge, we can gap any distance without additional support. That if we contort the truth it somehow disappears completely. That what can be delayed, can always be controlled and prevented. But that is a mere charade. In the end, water will seek its own level and each one of us our own path. We are but a moment in each others lives for the connection of soul, the introduction of lesson, or the segue to another. I can accept this as part of the plan. Each story has a beginning, a middle and an ending- so too with our paths.
Everything changes…our lives, our thoughts, our perceptions and our goals. Because another’s no longer matches that of our own, does that negate the value of our own personal experience, or our own goals and destinies? No…it merely means that a path has been divided-separated by our individual experiences and that we need to respect and honor each path.
And so, try this day to gracefully acknowledge another’s path, while standing firm to continue within the guardrails of your own- knowing that you must honor the lessons brought you both.
As I approach a new month and a new year in my life, I must concede that this April has indeed been everything it was foretold to be; tumultuous, dividing and meant for introspection and preparation for the next chapter in my life .
An early Birthday wish for us all. Trust in your own path. Trust that it may not always follow the same arch as another’s and that my friend, is the true beauty of all experience–for the universe delivers us each what we must learn in the time and fashion divined and that can never be the same, for we are each unique and qualified to be the architects of our own lives.
Follow your truth, but never assume it is the same truth as another’s.
Be authentic.
4/21/2013
Alas… the winds of change have begun to turn these pages towards a new adventure and I am asked to find a way to gracefully allow what has been to follow a new course. Life teaches that no one person can stand still forever in one place and so as the days begin to warm and the skies to render more blue than gray, so too new life must be allowed to blossom where death and decay reigned for so long. Charley has been kind and afforded me introduction to another adventure and so I must be soon about my way.
The next project will find its way onto these page soon; for segues to new histories and old crimes never ceases and as I am led, there I shall go. Remember this too for yourselves when you feel the tug of something new. The wheel of life continues to turn; one day you are at its top and one day at its bottom, but no matter which station you find yourself- things will always change, for it continues to turn regardless your constitution and what has been must always pass to give way to what will be. Let go of what has been and embrace that which appears upon the horizon beckoning. Never regret — regret is a sign that you have not learned something as you passed that way.
So as you move from one chapter to the next in your life, enjoy your good times and embrace the more difficult as a way of learning. It is all about the lessons, so take heed of what can be garnered. Gather to yourself the lessons and the memories and squirrel them away to teach yourself the power within your evolution another day when you have forgotten or lost your way. Learn to let go with gratitude when the winds whisper that the time has come to find another path…another adventure…another way and another mystery to solve —accept, smile, pick up your bag of tricks and follow a new star. The one before you always appears brighter in the sky than the one you leave behind.
No matter what star I follow…Charley will always be there before me, waiting for me to arrive.
Like he told R… we are forever.
4/14/2013
You can feel it… it’s in the air all around me. A new start and the fresh scent of printer’s ink.
Just a tease. Shall I tell you how the book begins? Can I tell you that it has to do with something I found in Charley’s wallet that tells me where he was and what he was doing just 3 days before he was murdered?
Can I tell you that this bright, shiny little object held a great deal of power? Not just for what it could do, but who it belonged to? That this bright, shiny little object was used by one of the four in flannel, seen by G, but not in the same way as it was seen by Roxanne?
Roxanne saw it as she was looking up through the murky waves of her watery grave.
I could tell you what it is, but then…you wouldn’t have to buy the book!
4/13/2013
So, today has two number 13’s in it. Significant? Yes…you figure out why.
The 10th indeed brought great things- not all will be shared today for very obvious reasons. One wonderful thing did happen which I can share with you…I became a publisher! I have decide that while it would be fine to go through traditional publishing avenues- those avenues are so clogged these days with indecision and subjective rhetoric that maybe the truth should not get bogged down in other people’s agenda’s and academic and fiscal angst.
Therefore, this web site will soon be listed as: Brownstone Literary Works, LLC.
Am I stoked? You betcha! Why is this the best move? Because most publishing houses today are paralyzed by the onslaught of digital reading. They do not know what to do, so they do little to nothing. I have not worked for 4 years to do – nothing. Also, they will want to own the rights to my intellectual work. Why? Because if there is a profit to be made…they get to make it. Say for instance, Grim gets his wish to be in the movie. If I let somebody else negotiate that deal- they get the money and Grim may not get his close-up and that would be a crime! (No pun intended.) Because we all know, I have every intention of letting him get his close-up and take full credit for his actions. Now, in the beginning- Grim was all hot to trot about the idea of a book and a movie deal about Charley. Why? Because he thought he would get to play the hero in it. But, see… that was way back in the start- 4 years ago to be precise, when he thought his status would protect him. Well, we have all learned quite a bit about our dear Grim since then– haven’t we?
We learned that sometimes friends in low places, often have friends in high places. We also learned that tampering with a crime scene is well…Gosh Grim, maybe not the brightest idea you have ever had. We also learned that client/attorney privileges only work if both of you are still alive. Ouch! Bet they didn’t show you that little nugget of information in the fine print, did they? See, that’s what I love about the discovery process.
The discovery process…what’s that again?
Well, that’s where you screw up Grim, and I get to discover how badly! I just love that part of the equation. But let’s get back to the publishing thing. See, here’s the real deal. If I wait too long- folks will stop reading this. But if they know it might be just a couple of months- or maybe even just a couple of weeks now…Well, that oughta perk them right back up!
Now…somebody from your town once said they felt that many of the readers may not be old enough or smart enough to figure things out the Who’s Who in this directory of murderers. But I disagree. On the contrary- I absolutely count on you all to figure these things out. Why? Because, if I am wrong -you can correct my errors. But if I am right? You will finally know the truth about the people who walk among you. You will start to remember things…piece things together…add up the numbers and look at your history without the rose colored glasses of the lies they all told you – the lie that said folks died from self-inflicted wounds.
Seriously, can you really shoot yourself through the chin once and then through the back of your head one right after the other? Pretty much, one shot would do it. C’ mon, Grim. You insult my readers’ intelligence when you propose that kind of nonsense. Still, he got away with it. You all bought that tub of crap 46 years ago when they first presented it. Did you know that Charley’s DEATH CERTIFICATE still reads SUICIDE? Ahhhh…but this book should change that. In fact, this book should change just about everything.
Now I have said this before and I will say it again… I’m sorry. This book will not be intentionally unkind- but truth cuts both ways. So, I am sorry for the lives that have been changed- the lives that are about to be changed and the lives that will never be changed because it is already too late- they are already dead. That being said; please understand the value of Karma. Karma in and of itself is neither good nor bad- it is merely the universe trying to re-establish a sense of balance. Karma is very much the essence of the sensitive volley between the scales of justice. Each act we commit places a tiny weight on the scale. It is not up to me which side of the scale it has fallen onto- for you see…I have no power. This book is not about power. This book is not about condemnation or absolute admiration for we are all each pieces of one another and share in the contributing weight. What I condemn in another I must therefore condemn in myself and so forth. What I cherish in another is the same fragility which I embrace in myself.
This book is about balance…about loss and gain. It is about a man who died…a man who left behind a wife and a family that have been cursed with the lies about his death that have now been told for over 46 years. The universe has placed me in this exact space and time that I might adjust Charley’s scale, while adjusting my own.
So what is this book really?
This book is my Karma… not just Grim’s.
Surprised?
You shouldn’t be. Think about it. If it is Karma that the ‘four in flannel’ be called out and asked to explain their crimes…why would it not be my Karma to help wield the hand of justice to prompt such?
That’s right. Perhaps in another life I watched an injustice and did nothing and someone died because I did not get involved. Or maybe it was I who was murdered and this is now my Karma to be on the other side and to understand the real peril of getting involved…to appreciate the weight of what I do this day…to know that doing nothing makes me as guilty as those who committed the crime, but to do something places me in the path of criticism and danger. To know that I control nothing but my own actions…that whatever grievance I may have committed upon another in another life, I am now being asked to make amends in this one.
You see Grim…just as Charley and I are forever…you and I are bound to one another throughout eternity for whatever reason the universe has seen fit to anoint. I would not be here to help right a wrong if indeed I had not been on the other end other stick at another time and helped commit one. In this life I have need of learning a lesson left unlearned in the last. Ok, let’s break this down a bit for those of you who like to keep your faith and universal understanding on a diet.
Take for instance, in an Edgar Casing type regression reading; I have learned that long ago I was once one of the pious and self-righteous zealots who persecuted women in the Salem Witch trials…for being witches. I– a woman who embraces all things ethereal and esoteric did such a thing? Impossible you say! Nobody is a greater champion of the God given gift of psychic ability than I…no one more grateful for the connection to those who have passed on…no one who has more cherished this experience which has rocked me to the very core of my being and yet…why else was I chosen?
Who else would be a better person for the universe to have selected to champion a victim than a converted aggressor? According to a reading…in a past life, I may have helped or watched without concern as others were put to death. Others being, people like R. In this life, I have learned now to admire, revere and bend at knee to learn from her wisdom and her clarity in divinity. This is my Karma- to make amends…to tell that community of seers and earth-angels that I- out of ignorance and insecurity in another life made my intellectual and academic faith superior to their gifts and in such a state of evolution naiveté- committed or stood idle as these women were tortured and and put to death out of fear that it was not I that was special in the yes of God- but they.
Fear is a horrendous act of: False Evidence Appearing as Real.
F…e…a…r
In that life I was fearful. In that life I killed what I did not understand, rather than embrace it. In this life, I have learned to embrace the unknown- the unseen- to have faith. In this life I now seek their guided counsel, desperate like a blind man lost in a great desert- without water-tortured with unquenchable thirst for their knowledge and their peace… I follow their every lead and trust.
All this to say…murder is not the total sum of my experience through this adventure. As always, water will seek its own level. Knowledge will take hold only in the most fertile of minds…truth will balance the scales when you least expect it to and Karma will decide how it is dispensed and the appointed hour approaches.
I am just the messenger… the quill upon the parchment.
Just as the Grim Reaper has been charged as the harbinger of death, so too the cosmos has charged me to be the harbinger of Karma. And that means, my dear friends, that the veil of opportunity for redemption thins dramatically the closer we get to publication.
That being said, you have been forewarned.
4/10/2013
It is exactly 10:10 on 4/10 and the power of the alpha-omega and the new moon will be felt everywhere today. Can you not feel it in the air? A vibration…a titillation…a sense that something is happening behind the scenes? That something huge is about to happen?
That’s because it is!
Stay tuned…
4/8/2013
Yesterday I heard my angel song at exactly 5:55 pm.
In angel numbers that signifies huge changes are taking place…I will have to pay close attention to what the universe has to say today!
4/3/2013
I continue to wait with baited breath.
Yesterday while sitting at a stop light, I asked the universe about its recent disclosure regarding the long black car and the funeral procession images.
The answer came back swiftly.
Just before the light changed, a sedan entered the intersection and then stalled midway, waiting on another car to make its turn. As I looked up, I saw something I could not believe. Having just posed the question about the information received on Good Friday – the car slowly moved closer to the middle of the intersection and stalled again- waiting on another car. It sat there long enough for me to see it in full view… the light turned yellow and it lurched its way through the rest of the turn and sped away.
Painted on the side of its gray door were large white letters that formed the words: GRAVE DIGGER.
Like R says, “You couldn’t make this stuff up if you wanted to!”
Tis the season of repentance… take advantage of it.
3/31/2013
Happy Easter!
Pay attention to the numerology in today’s date- it is important. Aside from the splendor of this religious holiday and the sacred meaning of the rising of our Lord…think about the significance of such a feat in your own lives.
We live, we learn, we love, we die and we rise again in another plane meant for reward and application of all the lessons we have learned while corporeal in this world. This is the joy of Easter; this is the reason for our existence- to learn.
What I pray for today is peace…peace of mind… peace of heart and stillness within the quiet center of your souls. On a lighter side; I also pray for chocolate and jelly beans, but that is something I can take care of myself!
As for this case, I have many wishes- but wishing doesn’t get the job done, so there will be more work. The bell soon tolls for one individual ascribed to this case and I cannot for the life of me feel compassion for a soul who has carried upon his heart such deeds as have been committed. If I am right, this soul has lived a comfortable life since then. Again, under the sham of honor and respectability that many see as their birthright. So little time left. Please- someone have the bravery to ask they speak the truth. Now quick before the final breath, before the last thought- before the gates of heaven close before them. I pray they may they learn to speak the truth and not die with a lie upon their lips. This is my wish, but that is their choice. May they be smart enough to do the right thing.
When it is all said and done…and the dust of grief settled, may their offspring right their wrongs for them. You know who I am talking about. Think back to that day…
What was in the silver lunch box that did not make sense?
Why was Charley’s widow not allowed to see his body at the morgue?
What wounds were covered with morgue make-up before the widow could see?
Why did they keep his body from her eyes for 72 hours?
Because they were trying to spare her the final image? Or, because they were trying to hide something from her?
Now…think again.
What did you see in that silver lunch box that day, that could have been the cause for this? What strange object was within that you did not understand? What could have caused odd serrations upon Charley’s arms in the last hours of his life, that he later obsessed about in death? What lacerations could not afford to be seen in those first few hours of the investigation? Now think about all those that signed off on his death certificate. Those who were supposedly interviewed at the scene and after? Were these reputable men? Who else was privy? Who spoke for the young unfortunate innocents placed there by design?
The investigation into Charley’s death lasted only 18 days. My dear readers-milk has a longer shelf life. So think- what was in the silver lunch box that holds the key to the first final moments in Charley’s life? The moment when Charley knew things were going down horribly wrong?
Now, think about cheese. What are the words to that old favorite childhood song you liked to sing, Grim?
The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell- hi, ho the merry-oh! The farmer in the dell?
Or is it?
Three blind mice, three blind mice. See how they run, see how they run?
The countdown has begun. And then there were three…
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