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7/4/2014

Happy 4th…

The universe has been very kind to me this week. Even though this is my vacation- it has been a working vacation and this will be my first day of actual rest. Until this morning, I have been on highways and by-ways chasing down interviews, landmarks and research.

So what requires me to work so hard on my vacation? Murder, plain and simple. Because I have a full time job and occasionally a life- my hours are limited and of course once August descends…academics will come back into play and my moments for discovery diminished all together.

After a disappointment in regards to real estate- spirit has prompted that it was not the right place for where I will need to be later. A boatload of feathers and divine messages later- I am uncertain if my heart agrees, but that is ego talking and so I must continue to trust and surrender that the universe knows best. Now, back to my discoveries.

Last week there was such a build, that you could almost feel the steps being constructed beneath you. After a deliberate absence, Mercury retrograde was finally over on July 1st and I can tell you that when they said things would pick up then- they were right. As you know, random feathers appearing before  you signify divine messages are impending. I counted at least 8 in the many days leading up to the  end of the month. Friday I closed a show- Saturday I handled relocation issues for a child and readied property for a potential showing. Sunday I wrote and did research…and laundry …and painted a dock and…packed and…filled a refrigerator for the house sitter.

Again, more feathers appeared! On a more personal note; the picture of my parents on my bedside table will fall over when  messages or signs from them need to be recognized.  Last week it fell 4 times- including the moments before I left for Columbus. In addition- the number patterns were on fire. 555 and 999 where at the top of the list. The number 555 signifies huge changes are coming and the 999 signifies the end of a cycle.

So what did all this feather dropping, number crunching and picture falling signify? Well…

Just before I packed my computer, I checked my messages. Two of my contacts for Columbus were still coordinating personal agendas and so I was checking for late entries and requests. So what do you think was there instead? Think feathers! Among a myriad of the usual internet information fodder, stood out an email address that came through my web site. The address belonged to an individual who had been intimately involved in the beginning of my investigation of Charley’s murder; a person whom I had not spoken with in several years and was very uncertain how they would feel to engage, now that the investigation had led me somewhere I felt we both were not be happy it went. My heart simply stopped as I tried to assess the email’s implications. The book had just passed its first anniversary and for the life of me I could not understand why – if they had known of the book’s evolution for over 5 years, had they just responded to its information now?  Was this the important message the feathers had eluded to? My hands became unsteady as I loaded the computer into the car. Why was this person reaching out now? Had they not read the book yet? Scheduling issues did not allow for an immediate response- I had already been delayed by familial complications  for over 3 hours and so we hit the road rushed. Worried that I had misread another sign along the way, the message preyed upon my equilibrium for hours. As the rain poured and the roadway slipped under my wet tires rushing towards 1977 and the tormented citizens of Columbus, Georgia who lost seven matriarchs to a serial killer…I kept to myself  and waited to see what the universe and this courier had to say.

Synchronicity abounded throughout this trip and the information garnered for my Columbus case, invaluable. What was found in Columbus was significant and I will share some at a later date.

What was the message from the universe and the author of the email? What did this have to do with Charley?

I was actually in the middle of an interview and could not answer my phone as it vibrated inside my purse. The message came through at exactly 4:44PM. When the  interview was over, I gathered my things. Later when time allowed I listened and realized that for some, Karma came full circle.

Those of you well versed in angel numbers and numerology will understand the meaning of the number pattern 444 best.

To the author of the voicemail…thank you.

6/29/2014

Something is afoot in the cosmos…

Why do I say this?

Because the cases that I am looking at are beginning to  pile up. The other day I thought about an Athens, Georgia  case that was brought to my attention by someone I work with. Shortly after that, I was in a doctor’s office and pulled  a magazine to read and low and behold, it was a story about this same murder. Months have gone by and while I am intrigued, I have several other cases ahead before i can approach hers. The case came up again a few days ago. Then out of the blue, the woman who had told me about it in the first place, sent me a message that had to do with Linda Ronstadt- her voice and mine are apparently very, very similar. Who knew? But it was more than that- it was a mental prompt to go back to this young girl’s murder and rape.

Hmmm… are you seeing a pattern here?

Then later on, on the same day– the son of an assassinated District Attorney and the subject of my Dixie Mafia case reached out, out of the blue to digitally reconnect. Then yesterday, I casually mention the Dixie Mafia case/book in my blog and less than an hour later, my sister randomly texts me at the lake. She  had walked into a local gas station near her lake home to pick something up and saw  a magazine with an article that reminded her of me.  She called and told me to hop in my car and go there. When I got there,  the  magazine in question  was on the counter waiting for me. The  minute I saw it, I smiled. The article was about this very same assassinated D.A., and the Dixie Mafia who had taken him out. Coincidence or cosmic prompt?

Now, obviously up to my proverbial neck in the cases of several victims—I feel concerned that I am not covering enough ground for all of them soon enough and yet there is but one of me.

This Columbus case came at me like a freight train and when the universe drops something in your lap like that, it is imperative that you take heed and listen. The Stocking Strangler  victims have captured my attention, true…but there is something about the assassinated District Attorney’s murder that has captured my heart. It wasn’t until I picked up that magazine and rifled through its pages that it hit me. The second I looked at his photo, I understood why. Could it be because the victim reminds me so much of Charley and his pain, that it felt like I had reconnected with an old friend? Very possibly.

As anyone who is trying to follow divine guidance, I struggle daily with doubt that I am doing the right thing. Am I faithfully and effectively following my chosen path? Am I even worthy of such a lofty and grueling adventure? And more importantly…can I serve these victims as they deserve to be served? Their needs are so great and the luxury of my time so small. It is one thing to have the opportunity to do something like this full time and have it support you both monetarily, as well as spiritually- but there are no  funds and a complement never bought a hamburger or a pack of cigarettes, as I always say. But its not even about money. I never charge for what i do. I already have a full time job with the theatre which feeds the soul, pays the bills. Then there is school- both fall and spring that eat away at my time and in between just plain old daily living, there are children and issues with ailing in-laws… so there is nothing left for the dead some days.  When in blue blazes can I accumulate enough time, research and energy to do them all justice?

Good question, huh? And how do you balance it all so that you don’t abuse or obsess about one and neglect another?

Timing is everything my friends.

Yesterday was my first official day of vacation and so what did I do? Relax on the beach, drinking margaritas and reading somebody else? Nope! I spent the early, early morning hours (before 8) doing laundry, getting some writing and research done for my trip…later helped move some of my oldest belongings into our attic and closet spaces and then even later, ran a few more errands to the store and Home Depot- ate a salad with my husband and then at 5:00PM donned my old swim suit and spent the next 2-3 hours painting our dock! All the while, looking and listening for signs that I remain on the right track and connected to Source.

This morning I awoke around 4:00AM, went to the restroom and then lay there in bed-eyes wide open, mind on fire. I spent the next 2 hours mentally  reworking the opening for my next production-which doesn’t even begin rehearsals until late JULY! Even my brain has trouble going on vacation!

So what does the universe have in store for me that my body and mind feel they cannot stop or find the luxury of blank space? What is it that the cosmos has me preparing for, that I do not know I am preparing for?

Something is afoot in the cosmos, my dear friends. You can feel it, but can you call it by name yet?

Hmmm…

6/28/2014

I am exhausted and yet exalted. Work now takes a back seat, as I am on vacation and moving forward on the current case of the Columbus Strangler of 1977. I know we promised that the Dixie Mafia book would take precedence after Charley’s book and yet the angels delivered this case in the middle of that book and I must have needs of following where they will lead. There was an urgency about this case; mostly because men sit on death row for these crimes and their innocence cannot be exclaimed unless the guilt of others is brought forth…spirit has a job fro me to do and I am compelled to do it.

I am being asked to trust the universe- to follow my divine calling which involves my intellect, my talents and my passions.

Shall we dive further into this case?

Recent readings with R have brought forth much information- some I will share, so that you understand spirit has the intention of bringing this case forward…

“…The speak of a man named Allen or Alan…Who is this? Do you understand this name? This is a person you have met or perhaps will meet  soon- be aware of their significance in this matter. They have information for you.”

I mention a name.

“…Who is this? They show me a man who is packing bags- he is about to travel. He took a trip then as well. October 17, 1977- look to this date around the times of the murders. This person went somewhere- where did he go? west…far west. It feels desert like–very hot—feels like Palm Springs. This person met another man. Another man- a mentor. He is non-reactive- a mentor associated with this cult. He is in charge. Looks the part- lots of money- keeps folks calm…”

She mentions another name- a full name which is not usual to receive…I record it and am told to beware of this person. The initials are G.F.

“…They mention a shape. They describe this to me. It is an inverted triangle- the numbers 7212 are mentioned. Again they mention 7212 Willow- an address perhaps? They mention page 42- read this! It is in a stack of papers on your desk- find this. Jeremiah 14:10. read this- they mention that an individual involved with this, uses this against people; a bible-thumper who uses this passage to justify their actions– to manipulate people…”

I recall the information for the occult, the Knights of the Golden Circle and the initiation rite mentioned in the diary of John Surrat-perhaps there- that is the page of reference they are pointing me to? The page where the initiate is blindfolded- chest pierced with ceremonial knife and they are forced to kneel on the chest of a corpse as they chant the three words over and over…

“…A light red scarf. Who wears this? They are different from the rest- what are they talking about this? They say- look at the lady with the red scarf. Look at her photos-look harder! The lady with the red scarf- one of them talks to her husband he [the killer] tells him bout his cold…”

“…They mention a hawk- find out abut the hawk. Who owned this? was into hawks- had them on the property? A taxidermied hawk…hunting is mentioned? Who hunted the rabbits?”

I record everything.

“…They are back to the man. The man who likes cyphers and symbols. He is packing his bags- he’s going on a trip again out West. It is important. This man is associated with a symbol; a circle with many lines. It looks astrological – it is the Zodiak.  His energy feels dangerous…be careful. They keep showing him packing his bags- seen as the old man he is now.”

This all I can share. This is all I will share.

A riddle for you!

If April showers bring May flowers…will it also bring May’s Folly?

For you , RC Christian.

6/21/2014

Welcome to the Summer Solstice, on the officially longest day of the year. A day when night and day are equal…when the stars and sun will hold equal time in the sky. This, is a new beginning for all. For 2014, it was clear that the first half of the year was posed for introspection, for lessons and for learning the art of manifestation. If you have done your homework well, this next half of the year should bring you those manifestations–so I hope you were careful in what you wished for.

I have been so eager to write these past few weeks and yet it was more important for me to be completely in the moments of my life. As a writer, I spend so much time in my head. As a spiritualist, I spend equal amounts of time in discovery and so it has been very difficult for me of late to find time to simply communicate. Work, as always demands so much of my time and when I am working on a case in addition, the research binds up so much of the rest of it, that I can barely breathe. But with this case…a good bit of research has already been provided and it has become  more about waiting for spirit to help me flesh out earlier notes and plot my course.

This is a dangerous case.

To be true, the victims have all passed… but again as in Charley’s case- not all of the killers. Killers, as in plural? Yes… there was more than one person who committed these atrocities, though according to the Columbus police and it’s native communal media archives, they tout only one man committed these original 7 stranglulations and stabbings. That  man now sits rotting in a prison for these murders. His name is Carlton Gary. I will not say that this man is innocent of all crime, for in fact he is known as a convicted thief- but in this instance…DNA samples, dental molds and forensic footprint evidence can prove his INNOCENCE of these murders. That is if the current DA will honor professional obligations to preview and present ALL evidence to an unbiased jury for discovery and deliberation. NO evidence suggests he is one of the killers, save for a small partial fingerprint allegedly left at one of the crime scenes. This evidence however, smacks of being planted. Why? Because it was never identified as being there when the crime scene was  originally investigated, but suddenly appeared years later- after a CPD officer had visited Mr. Gary in another state. Amazing how it suddenly was discovered. Convenient, you say? You have no idea, just how convenient this evidence became.

Why? Because, just like in Valdosta and Charley’s murder, it gave the  local law enforcement and community officials, who may have been compromised otherwise… a most palatable scapegoat and a chance to end the digging into the private affairs of folks who could not afford to be outed. Remember, racial intolerance was at its peak of volatility in the 70’s, so the remedy was cheap and easy.  Also, it allowed for the continued protection of the twisted secret underground activities of Columbus’s misogynistic patrons of the 70’s, to continue in their private, perverted lives…especially in the face of  rising homophobia.

What does homosexuality have to do with the brutal rapes and strangulations of seven elderly straight white women in Columbus, Georgia in 1977/78?

Dear readers, this is such a guttural and sordid tale of power, money and sexual perversion… They say murder makes for strange bedfellows and in this case, where certain individuals could not allow the secrets and perversions of their underground lives to become public, its truth screams volumes. It was not a black vs white series of murders, as the current officials traditional spoon-fed interpretation suggests. This series of heinous murders had nothing to do with the disparity of wealth vs poverty, or the media ginned  racial intolerance your community law officials want you to believe it was.  These murders had to do with protecting the identities of a debauched underground  fraternity, whose perverse carnal appetites and occult rituals were so offensive and barbaric, that they chose these women as sacrificial lambs for initiation rites and ritual purposes.

Too bizarre for you to believe?

That’s what I thought, until…

The investigation of this case remains dangerous as the closer you look, the more you will come to recognize the killers’ collective actions and MO’s  demonstrate an intimate understanding and adherence to those MO’s of the Boston Strangler and the Zodiak Killer.

Now do you understand the need for selective sharing of my findings?

Enjoy the solstice, dear readers…and pray for the eventual light of truth  which can and will help to illuminate the real motivations of the Columbus Strangler’s slayings, the conspiracy to cover up the truth about those involved and the intimate details from each of its ethereal victim’s, as they  help me to bring justice and honor for their sacrifice.

6/20/2014

Sometimes in what I do, it is safer to keep quiet and fly under the radar…now is one of those times. You will learn why shortly.

Be safe…stay tuned.

6/8/2014

As always when I hear my angle song there is a message, an answer to a question or a sign pointing the way. It took me  a day to recognize what it was, but it was finally received. After hearing the song, I kept my eyes and ears open for it. Never knowing how spirit decides to deliver these things, you must be ever vigilant, lest you miss it. Later in the day my husband and I went out to run an errand and we passed a church and the sign read, “God answers prayers.” I silently agreed and went back to concentrating on petty matters instead. Because I did not receive the message or the miracle in the package I desired it…I missed it for another 24 hours.

It wasn’t until R asked the next day if I had received an ah-ha moment that it hit me.  I actually started to say no, nothing had come through and then realized-I  am an idiot!

What had I asked for? “An undeniably recognizable sign that the angels were still with me, that I was still connected and on the right path.” But not just any old sign- I wanted something so specific to me that there was no way I could not recognize it. Then, just like a politician, I rolled in a bunch of other desires about the path of my writing, questions about real estate matters and like pork barreling, the message became convoluted with angst.

I had asked for a specific sign of connectivity, whether God was still listening to my prayers, if I was on the right path and what more specific sign could there be for me that the connection was both strong and real– than to have my angel song, Adam Lambert’s, “What Do You want From Me?”  blaring on the radio at a time I would normally have not been in a car to even hear it, followed by a direct quote later in the day on a huge sign  that said in bold letters-“God answers prayers!”?

When I finally realized the message had been delivered in plain English and rather direct, I laughed and felt as though spirit was probably jumping up and down, and with big red arrows pointing to the sign and yelling, “Hello! Over here kiddo…How much more direct do you need us to get?”

Some days I am remedial at best and greedy too! lol

Asking still for further guidance and understanding that it is necessary to get outside my head… I went outside  to clean the beach and walk  in the water. Reflecting on my recent myopic communications with spirit and other issues, I began picking up driftwood and debris and noted that for the first time in many, many months…the pure act of being present within the physical world allowed me to release silly anxieties over work and relocation decisions. Exercising muscles that have been way too dormant sitting at a desk, I took in deep breaths of fresh air and dug deeper into the shoreline with my rake. The sand shifted and released recent deposits and then suddenly a random wave reshuffled  the debris and I became frustrated with having just lost the results of my hard labor. Annoyed, I bent over to remove another clump of leaves and sticks and as I did, a beautiful gray and white feather floated through another wave of  lawn clippings, and driftwood fragments and landed at my feet.

Again, spirit was trying its best to remind me I have not been forgotten. A feather is alerting you that another important message is on its way!

So obsessed about my earthly concerns, I have ignorantly clogged my ability to appreciate the more subtle messages from spirit… or rather, so accustomed to this constant gentle repartee between myself and spirit now that I have forgotten the amazing reality of what has happened to me over the past few years.

Why do we do this? Why do we pray for a spiritual connection to Source…shock and awe at its arrival and then even as we awe at the unbelievable, we begin to see it as a new found commodity and forget how amazing it all is in the first place?

I was a schmuck. I had not only forgotten how amazing the conscious and physical realm connection to Source  was, I had forgotten just how incredible my own work resulting from it is—how it effects me and how it ultimately effects others through me. I had forgotten to appreciate the simple connection or how to allow myself to enjoy the accomplishments of my endeavors–to take time to let it do what it needs to do and to allow myself to rest and  recharge my energies in between projects–to recognize that there is a season to all things, all efforts and all outcomes.

So eager to change the world I had frustrated myself and others by demanding the world and I keep to the same pace. It does not and should not; thus the frustrations of an over achiever.

Allowing the world to revolve at its own pace, I went back to mine and tried to start over again the next day. Earlier I had  asked for inspiration  for this next book…and suddenly remembered what had come through in a reading with R that perplexed me about the killer’s behavior and something  heard in passing from a History Channel segment on the Civil War and Lincoln’s assassination.

So how do we tie the two together?

In the reading with R and the victims of the Columbus Strangler…each one commented on the killer(s), kneeling on their chest-fixating on the tremendous crushing weight on their chests- even so much so, that the sternum on several of these victims was broken. Once I opened up to receiving guidance and let the other daily nonsense of my personal dramas be set aside…I was directed back to the thought of this show. Though I could not find access tot he manuscript mentioned in the documentary, I was able to find something else, by following a trail of intuition. I found exactly what I needed through an antiquated document written by the co-conspirator to John Wilkes Booth, John Surrat…his diary as a co-conspirator and his induction into the Knights of the Golden Circle.

The initiation ceremony is described in great detail…it matches the killer’s MO.

6/3/2014

I heard my angel song this morning…you all know what that means!

Stay tuned.

6/1/2014

In 13 days it will be one year since the publication of the book, THE THIN GRAY LINE: A True Crime Investigative Memoir.

Where are we after a year of exposure?

Where am I after a year of exposure?

WHERE ARE YOU, VALDOSTA AFTER A YEAR OF ITS EXPOSURE?

How many of you have read this book, agreed with its premise and then still held back from sharing your secrets and your information out of fear?

How many of you can identify the characters in the book?

Who is this Grim who still walks amongst you and laughs at your inability to pursue justice?

Who is Einstein who kicked and beat people…whose hands help strangle young girls and who now lingers waiting for death without consequence?

Who was the lawyer, then judge,  then lawyer again who knew Charley’s death was not suicide- but covered up for others in law enforcement because it would not reflect well on himself either?

Who was the MOT? The Man On Tape who spilled his guts about the porn circuit, the gambling and the other murders that went unnoticed by your masses and then became a victim himself?

Who were the two young women (Jessica and Roxanne) who lost their lives because of corrupt law? Because men in uniform and those in high state positions could not afford to have their wives know of their debauched dealings with them? Who  had them erased from this earth as inconvenient evidence…or impediments to their political aspirations?

What fishing lake just south of the border holds the evidence that will hang them all?

Ask me…I will confirm or deny your guesstimates.

This is why it is hard for me some days to move forward with other investigations. The work is done- the information shared and then law enforcement and society drop the ball and the guilty go free. Spirit asks that I keep my eye on the steps given and not on the end game-that is for someone else to move forward. My portion of this is only to bring the issue to light, help heal those in need and let the judgements come from Source.I confess it is very hard after so long and so much personal investment in the process.

This next case about the Columbus Strangler Serial Killer(s) is a horrendous gathering of brutal acts committed against elderly white women in the wealthy section of  Wynnton in Columbus, Georgia in 1977. Is this case racist in nature?

NO!

But it was meant to be portrayed as much by the killer, so that the wrong suspects might be incarcerated and the true villain(s) could continue to go free.

Let me ask you a question…

If either of these murders or series of  murders happened today, would you be as complacent about their banal outcome?

If Charley had been your father, friend or neighbor… would you be so quiet about the questions surrounding his murder?

If any of the 8 elderly women who were strangled in Columbus, Georgia  in 1977; brutally beaten and raped, were your grandmother… or even your elderly mother… would you be so lazy about investigating the evidence or prosecuting their killers?

Today is a day for me to give voice to my frustrations. I sit here at my desk and weep internally at the inhumanity of how these people were taken from us and marvel at the lack of interest  in their catastrophic passing’s. Are any of them relatives to me? No…I have no dog in this hunt. But have we become so disconnected, so jaded, so insensitive to death, that we no longer are capable of generating tears for those of no relation who have suffered such atrocities? Have we become so self-absorbed and ego oriented that we can no longer feel one another’s pain? How sad…how sad that our world’s have become so small and yet so distant from one another.

I have not published all of the interviews of the dead- but when I do, you will see that the last moments of these women’s lives are filled with the pains and confusion of what they felt and saw in those  final seconds… you will learn what they carried into eternity and relive over and over, while their killer(s) languish in their self proclaimed glory and their public innocence.

Here are just a few of the notes taken from the shorthand of the dead…

Victim: This victim opens her ethereal interview with her fixation on being cold…she’s so cold…is a window left open? A door? He says the 3 words into her ears as she dies.

Victim: She is still confused about why he has done this to her, but  left the jewelry on the floor beside her… she points to the hallway. Again, he whispers the 3 words into her ears as she dies.

Victim: She  cannot get over the pain in her foot…is it twisted? Is it broken? She is laying face down. He says the 3 words at the end.

Victim: Her  head hurts so badly, she cannot concentrate on anything else. Why did he do this? She was so gracious with him…went to prepare him a drink. He whispers the 3 words into her eras as she takes her last breath.

Victim: Her wrists hurt so bad- they are tied with cords- she is bound. She was getting ready to eat- he talks about her silverware. There is great pressure to her abdominal area- what is this? What is he doing and why?  He leaves- he has seen somebody outside. She survives.

Victim: She cannot breathe- her chest is so compressed- so much weight there. There is another bedroom association. She tries to crawl away–he drags her back by her ankles. He had the tennis racket with him that day.

There is more information…so much more.

These are just a few of  the thoughts and the emotions that continue to follow these woman across the veil.

It is my job to help bring healing to those on the other side of the veil through my investigation on this side.

Justice is coming. I must continue to keep this as my mantra, as I can ill afford to do otherwise in the light of such tragedies. Spirit asks that I leave my doubts behind, continue on my path and reminds me  that my efforts to ease another’s pain are worthy. Today, I shall hold onto that and pray that my intentions honor their sacrifice.

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.