Brownstonelit's Blog

1/15/10
Thus far the day has held some wonderful developments. I have sent off my $$ to cover cost of GBI report and will wait anxiously for it to arrive hopefully before the end of the next week. I am curious as to what it may contain. Since I have been unable to retrieve any information from the coroner’s office, I am eager to see if peripheral information as such will be contained in the GBI report. If nothing else, perhaps they have their facts in line, unlike the print news that contradicted themselves at every which turn. I will also ask Julie about the local sheriff (JF) and see if anything else suspicious and/or illegal was linked to him. There was a mention in one of the letters to Charley’s wife I have, that suggests he knew something more about Charley’s death than he led on. I shall try to pull it out again and match names and/or establishments if possible to names mentioned in F’s indictment. The author of the letter mentioned someone else’s death having been just as suspicious as Charley’s suicide. They implicate F as party to the crime. In the meantime, I need to renegotiate a closer date for the reading with my psychic detective and move forward with my outline for this case. Had a good conversation today with the Director of CCIRI about another case I am interested in investigating. It will keep for later… but should prove to be just as exciting. I will try to check out some of the locations were I have asked for further assistance in the current case and see if I have attracted any attention. Looking forward to a pleasant night of wine and music. It has been a crazy week as far as cars go and I am so over mechanical failures! I will be having company over for dinner tomorrow night. Special company as it is the daughter of my coffee pot man.
Till tomorrow then…

I have heard back both from the GBI office and CCIRI. Posting responses to both later in the day, but most encouraged by the continuing unfolding of events.
Till later then…

Happily awaiting the weekend…
Though I love my job, I am happily awaiting the weekend to celebrate my great good fortune in reaching out this week and making contacts. I fear I might need to explain what this particular project is about, so that you understand my hesitation in simply barreling through like a bull in a china closet. If you go to the web site for Brownstone Literary Works and go to the section on novels; simply read the teaser for the book entitled, The Coffee Pot Conspiracy. Once read, all of this will make imminently more sense to you. This was a real man, with a real family… a wife, kids. I know his daughter and her children- Charley’s grandkids and it breaks my heart for her. Julie is an incredible human being with a heart of gold, vivacious and intelligent… my heart bleeds that she has been denied his guidance and he her natural brilliance. This is why this is so important to me. Will I be able to solve the mystery surrounding Charley’s death or grant peace to its chaos? That is not for me to say. Intuition is all I can gift with absolute conviction, but I do know that I have been asked to try and try I must. As odd as this may sound…Perhaps it wasn’t really by Julie’s prompting that this may have happened. Do I believe that people reach out from the great beyond when they find a willing vessel? You bet I do! Like the psychic that I will be working with later this month, I believe that the cosmos tends to manipulate our lives in a huge chess game. We are cautiously moved from one space to another to facilitate our learning experience and when we are at the optimum alignment for whatever task need be reckoned; it is then that we are placed squarely within the trajectory of whatever ill has need of resolution. Charley cannot rest, in the same way that Julie and her brother I fear cannot rest. None of this will bring Charley back, but it will remove the unconscious block that binds them all now from release. Today I will again prompt the GBI and see if the Atlanta Dept. has been able too find records. It is amazing that I have been unable to retrieve anything from various agencies on this matter. Perhaps later today I will have greater insights and revelations to share.
On another note:
I had a dream last night about my mother who died just a few short years ago. She was with my father who died just last year. The dream was as brief as it was odd and I shall ponder not only the fact that I remembered it, but also its apparent application to my life. She looked wonderful, dressed in overcoat. The flavor of the scene was 1940’s in resonance. Standing just before a train, whose doors opened under a rush of steam she looked at me. She placed one foot on the running board and just before she got on… looked back at me. With neither beaming grin, nor downright scowl she paused to make direct eye contact… hesitated, then smiled weakly. She had great concern across her brow as my father scooped in behind her and bid her help up. They boarded with several others and left without a word. I stood quiet and quite alone as crowds rushed and milled about in alternating sequence. Curious is how I shall spend the rest of my waking hours… curious and somewhat disappointed that either she could not speak… or I in my infantile understanding of the afterlife could not comprehend the words she so clearly meant to say.
Till tomorrow then…

Besides hilarious mishaps with almost every automobile in the immediate family that resulted in exploding tires and then an encore of an exploding spare tire on a busy highway… I realized I survived for two reasons. Family and friends you guess? Hah… not so, says I! I survived because… first and foremost, I continue to be a source of incredibly cheap entertainment for God! For another reason? I needed to be alive to receive a response from someone who I have been waiting patiently to hear from since early December! As you know, if you have read any of the peripheral information about Brownstone Literary Works, I work closely with CCIRI (Cold Case Investigative Research Institute/Bauder College) on cases of particular interest to me. During a CCIRI award ceremony I was present for, in regards to my research and book on Moores Ford Bridge–The Danburg Diary (See http://www.brwonstoneliteraryworks.com for more information. Those involved in that research for CCIRI remember me as the “J” woman.) I was finally introduced to two very gifted and intelligent people who I hope will be of great help to me in solving this current case.

One is a forensic psychologist and the other a psychic. After a wonderful talk with one of the two, I was able to set and confirm a date for a reading. It is very interesting how this all happened. An aside note: My personal belief is that God places people in our paths at the direct hour of our necessity. I have been trying to outline and research this case for months in between my real job and in doing so, found a lack of clarity in my path. At first I was concerned that it might be the famous writer’s block we all hear tell of, but no…That makes little sense as I tend to vomit in ink on a daily basis. I decided it was for a much more important reason. The delay was not in me, but in the character. And since this is based on a real individual, I realized the delay was his—the deceased. There was something or someone that needed to be introduced to me before he could find his voice through me. Being a firm believer that if a story refuses to tell itself, it is for one of two empirical reasons. Either someone is not ready to tell it, or someone is not ready to have it heard! Now on the face of the thing, you might say aren’t they one in the same? The answer is… No, they are not. A story is the life of a character who is allowing a writer to channel his autobiography and until consent is granted by the character… nothing moves ahead. Charley was not talking to me and it bothered me. Was I an unfit vessel for such a thing, I wondered. And yet, after all these years… had not the stars aligned just so, to place us all in each other’s paths in an attempt to elicit such results? Once I had decided that it became tolerable. I was listening, but he wasn’t speaking. I picked up the proverbial pen many times and yet he refused to speak and I did not understand why until I met these two people. I have an appointment at the end of this month with them and I cannot tell you how enthralled I am to find momentum once again to this project. Through the insights of these two, I am certain I will find my path and his pain and know what direction the winds will carry us both.
Till tomorrow then…

Serious research begins for the novel, The Coffee Pot Conspiracy- see http://www.brownstoneliteraryworks.com and check out teaser.
I have already spent days, weeks…months on trial outlines and first couple of chapters to get into the heads of those I need to channel. I have read copious amounts of print articles that amazingly contradict themselves at every turn. How is this possible? In 1966 Valdosta wasn’t that big and I imagine that if a cat s___ purple in the morning,it would be in print by 5 and on the nightly news by 11. So how come one tiny burg can’t get its facts straight about a major murder/suicide, huh? Yeah… that’s the kicker. They say this man had an affair; alleged or not and that in a fit of desperation he decide to kill himself. But everything he did up until that night doesn’t jive with the scenario the local law put forth. The papers give half truths and half information. One says, shot through chin upwards with bullet lodging in the nasal cavity and then an additional shot behind the right ear. Then another three says it was the chin and the left ear… but then remarkably two articles I read gave me something more to sink my teeth into. But out of all the press this guy received from local,GBI and FBI investigators…I found it odd that only two articles said anything about an unnamed Federal agent stating the fact that bruising to the back of the head was found. Naturally there were no fingerprints and the gun was found under him at the scene of the crime. The reporter stated officials suggested that the bruising may have been due to a fall after the shots were fired. What I want to now is how this guy managed to shoot through his chin, hold onto his gun and then execute another shot from behind himself! How did he fall on the back of his head, if they found him face down in the rain! Here’s another kicker- they say no blood at the scene due to rain, but blood still remains trapped betweent the pages of celophane that rpotects the photos in his wallet. That was in his hind pocket! And here’s another little tid bit of inconsistancy that keeps me up at night. This fella supposedly fired both shots in his efforts to commit suicide. But if you are a marksman, military background, ATF (although in those days they called them AT&T agents-Alcohol, Tobacco and Tax agents for the Treasury Department)… how come he can’t seem to get the shot right at a distance of 3-4 inches??? Let’s see…I’ll shoot myself through the chin because I am indecisive about really killing myself. I will fall backwards and strike my head hard enough to leave bruising, then get up and try again! There… I am such a professional at this that I can inflict massive pain to myself, then relocate my gun and fire into the backside of my right ear to make things right??? Hmmm…. I think not. But… I do not want to jump to conclusions, so I am waiting to see what my digging into the cyber space info can garner me. I have contacted the GBI to get as much info on the case from 1966 as I can. FBI is next and I have rattled chains all over the internet in Valdosta to get somebody to start chattering about the mystery surrounding this case. Got some real dirt on one of the the local sheriffs involved in the investigation. Seems this good ole boy had a thing for skimming off the top of illegal gambling operations. Let’s call it payroll for turning a blind eye. Wonder how well his eyesight improved at 3-4 inches from Charlie’s head???/

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s blog and see what hits I get on my queries.. work calls!

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