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6/14/2013

Ok… last night the storms were like crazy around here so I couldn’t get on my computer and tell you about the feather. Yes- a huge feather on the beach, right in front of me! That meant one thing- an important message was coming …and it did! It was wonderful!!

Remember a few weeks ago when I was shown the calendar date of June 14th and was not certain what it meant? Well, R was shown the same date and guess what? It meant that tonight the hour of reckoning has finally come. Are you ready for your close -up Grim?

If this case has meant anything to you at all dear readers… then tune in tomorrow and be prepared with pen and paper to jot a few things down. For those of you who use Kindle…stay tuned. For those of you who wish to order a non-electronic version of this book…it may be another day or two before it becomes available for print on demand- but it will be worth the wait.

I will post the book information in the morning.

Thank you for waiting so long…thank you for your support and thank you for  understanding that this process takes a long time to do things right. Most of all, pray that this books brings justice to those who lost their lives, closure for the families of the victims and forgiveness to those who were foolish to think they would never be discovered for their crimes.

Get up early in the morning…I will post the book cover and the ordering information here!

Bless you and may you help bring things to a peaceful resolution. The more who read- the more who will know and perhaps remember other things that will help us bring them all in! Get ready for a wild ride big V!

Best Regards,

T. A. Powell

6/12/2013

I heard my angel song today at 4:44 and you all know what that means!!!!!!!!!!!!

Something is afoot in the cosmos and it will make itself known within 24 hours.

Hold onto your hats kids…the countdown begins!

6/9/2013

As usual when I sign on to this site, the admin section gives me an update on posts most visited. What does it say about this blog when the most popular blog ever visited is called, DEAD FISH?

I have to laugh, because with all the information that has been released over these past four years; both veiled and unveiled- you- the readers have  chosen to hang onto the DEAD FISH blog as the most informative and/or alluring! Maybe I should have entitled the book that…lol.

They say this month [June], that something significant will be revealed-some bit of information- something that someone has been trying to hide. Numerology and astrology both even give an actual  date for this revelation and it should happen on ____________ of this week.  They say that whatever it is, I am not to talk about it. Seeing as I have no idea what it is yet…it is still safe for me to type. Now, I can say that  last week I did discover something of great  importance. While researching a key player in this thing, I found some background information about them that set me on my heels-something I had not known before. One would have thought that bit of information enough– but this morning I find I now wait with baited breath to find out what else it is the stars are talking about.

R had told me quite some time ago that the identity of  G’s, LT: the older man with money, contacts and social standing would finally be revealed through a letter or check that had to do with an agency or business that used a mountainous landscape in their logo. This was told to me as far back as last fall. For quite a few months I had little to attach it to. The only segue to that kind of logo was eventually found on papers dealing with a very much unrelated real estate transaction. According to her [R], this document  would be signed by someone with the same last name as the identity I have been searching for. As further sign- this document would show this  mountain logo specifically in the top left hand corner. This signature of this document would give me the answer I have been seeking forever. Now to be fair- remember- this person and/or their signature has absolutely nothing to do with this case. They merely share the same last name of my LT  energy. This  signature will be the confirmation I have been praying for.

Today I received a confirmation of when such a document would be dispersed.

Thus my quandary!

To publish before… or after this date?

Now, for over four years I have chased this hidden identity relentlessly. I have prayed to know if I have been on target this whole time or not, and the endgame to this equation rests very heavy on my heart. The stakes are high-very high. Some of the clues received all along have screamed this person as  local to Valdosta. Other clues have led me to other places and associations that scream persons of interest well  outside the boundaries of your little burg- but not to this case. I have sacrificed much to learn this name.

What to do… what to do?

A promise hangs in the balance…

That being said; spirit has been very busy of late. I find every night now I end up chasing images and numbers in my sleep. A few nights ago they showed the number 88 in response to something I asked. Last night the number 7 appeared to another question and then one letter of the alphabet , followed by a stream of numbers: V333333.

Now, as I have often mentioned before- numbers have special values. Those of you who understand the Pythagorean theory can relate. Numbers also equate to specific messages in the shorthand of spirit, which make the numbers 88 and 7 so wonderfully spectacular for me. But with the V333333, spirit is asking for something more of me and I must learn to divine its significance.

V333333 is a curiosity for me, as spirit only shows what is direct to this case or my intentions and its meaning is greatly significant. Do not assume that the “V” translates as the simplistic symbol of Valdosta. No, the letter  “V” has always stood for something, right Grim? Someone is sending  us both a direct message.

Now I have been told by many that a host of you in that area read this blog and about this case religiously. First of all… thank you. Second of all…do not stop reading prematurely, as you will soon see why this case has taken on a life of its own. To be certain- it is about the death of Charley and my personal foray into that investigation…so trust that you will not be disappointed to learn much that has been hidden from you about what happened that night and those allegedly involved. But it is about more than just Charley’s death. My experience with this case has expanded the boundaries of earlier beliefs and assumptions and begged of me to embrace all forms of  communication to divine those things hidden from sight.

I do not  think anyone can  fully grasp the loss of Charley’s wife or children… or of any of those who loved him. In like token, I do not posture my personal experience within this book as the do all- end all representation of that loss, or of the collective Covington family angst over this case remaining so unheralded. But what I can appreciate and attest to is my own experience with loss and my experience in healing that loss through my investigation of the circumstances and the events surrounding Charley’s death. Having lost a father as well, I empathize with others who recognize the tremendous void a father’s passing can make in one’s life.

As always, this Father’s Day will come and go with accolades and presents for those men still alive who walk such an honored path and I applaud their efforts to gently guide and passionately love those whom they have helped to create. While I cannot celebrate on this plane with my earthly father- I know he will share in my joy as I celebrate his life–especially on that day when a tangible hug is no longer possible.

I am grateful however, that we live in a time when we are learning how to allow science and God to coexist and believe faith is the magic ingredient that makes it all work.  Remember, this life is all about learning lessons. Accept that life and death are part of the process and  take everything in that life offers you and try to process it through the eyes of love and forgiveness- for that is the greatest facet of love.

I know that many of you still have a personal discomfort with those of us who work with spirit. You look at life as limited and you perceive death as final. That is fine- each to his own. So remember, I am not here to convince or convert you to an understanding that you are not yet ready to absorb.  All I ask, is all I have ever asked. Every avenue of communication has been used in this pursuit, but try not to judge the validity or authenticity of my experience by the margins of your own.  Each of us are brought situations that expand our understandings according to our level of comfort and acceptance. That being said;  the paranormal experience is well within the scope of mine. Judge not. You have not been where I have been, or seen what I have seen and that is the beauty of life–that’s what makes the sharing of our independent perceptions of the world  such a gift to one another. Be joyous that we do not experience things the exact same way.

If you can appreciate and respect that, you will find this book an amazing exploration of both independent and collective circumstance- along with undeniable evidence.

I say this in advance because many who will read this, may one day want  to discredit that which they do not understand. This will be based upon the personal parameters of their private understandings and belief systems. I accept that, but just remember…

At the end of the day, there is no legal statute of  limitation for the act of murder in the state of Georgia. A cold case is a cold case until it is solved. The problem with Charley’s case is complicated. While the widow was able to get the ATTD’s  federal classification of his death changed to, “Killed in the line of duty,” she was unable to change the Death Certificate listing from “Suicide” to “Homicide.”  Thus- they deemed this case closed. Not true…just closed.

That is the purpose of  my investigation and the writing of this book.

To all who question the validity of these efforts, please remember:

Evidence is evidence. Supposition is supposition. Both are necessary to the solving of  any cold case and while one is forever subject to interpretation- the other can never be altered by personal opinion.

So, in the spirit of spirit and the words of the infamous Betty Davis… “Hold on tight, kids! It’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

6/8/2013

New moon…new direction…new life…new news!

Charley has had much to say and show of late! But that’s the thing about new moons; they shed new light on things previously hidden and allow for things to heal.

Has something happened or somebody close to you done or said something you have not been able to understand? This new moon will shed light into the dark corners of misunderstandings and finally allow us to bridge gaps and make amends.

If offensive-apologize. If offended-grant forgiveness.

The new moon gives as  much as it takes away and let’s you know that the past is now behind you. Nothing survives forever in the dark so embrace the light. New moons ask you to leave the nonsense behind- stop doubting yourself and move on with your life. Take a leap of faith and do something brave…think something novel…become something fabulous!

This June promises to be one for the books…literally!

Stay tuned…

6/4/2013

As always…

As always Charley and the angels never disappoint. The other day I heard my angel song and within 24 hours I had several things happen in regards to this case.

Have you ever been over something so often that you lose sight of the actual landscape of a thing?

In my attempt to greater veil some things within the manuscript, it ended up highlighting other things even more. I had what my dear colleague R calls an “Aha moment” the size of Texas. In other words, I had what I like to call a “Holy sh_____!” moment of an epiphany the size of Antarctica!

You know one of the clues was,’… that someone- some high ranking official flew into Valdosta the night of or the night after Charley’s murder.’ I have always had my suspicions between two folks, but until the angel song- never made the direct correlation to the proper suspect. Even using that terms sends chills down my spine. No wonder Grim thought he was untouchable.

Here is your clue: Besides the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame, or the Baseball Hall of Fame, or the Football Hall of Fame…what other kinds of Halls of Fame are there?

The answer to this question and the question of who flew into the big V that night lies within the celebrated figures of a specific Hall of Fame.  The answer is a huge game changer that requires some serious prep work and another round of eyes. Charley once said- finding his killer was just the tip of the iceberg and he was right!

Welcome to my Titanic!

Oh my dear Charley- what have you gotten me into?

6/1/2013

Yesterday afternoon I heard my angel song…

Now we all know that when that happens! That means that something  is about to happen within 24 hours. Last night something else came through, but that is not for me to share here. It may be the precursor to greater things though and that makes me very happy.

May has finally left the calendar and June promises to bring things to a head and move us all forward from where we are right this minute. June also brings the summer solstice- which should be of great interest to our farmer in the dell. It rings in the longest day of the year and it promises to be just that for those in this case, as the book will force them to answer uncomfortable questions.

Getting nervous, Grim?

Alright- I’ll move on. OK, so yesterday when I heard my angel song I was so happy to know I had not been forgotten. In that same time slot the numbers 444 came through- a sign that angels were with me. The last time I heard it, a wondrous thing happened along with an inspiration to make a huge change in the manuscript. That same day I discovered the perfect piece of work for my cover art. Even more surprising was later when I found out the cover art’s date of origination- which amazingly enough matched the date of 12/12/12, spoken of by both Charley and G as a significant date for me. So you see, my dear readers…hard work, solid findings as well as synchronicity and divine guidance play a huge role in the discoveries surrounding this case. Guidance from my law enforcement mentors, from my academics and training in Investigative Forensics, my colleague R , my shepherd Charley and from other incorporeal resources continue to lead me to greater truths about this case, myself and other things even beyond the book. But the truth does not end with this book. I simply had to find a place in which to make a tidy ending.

Did you think that just because the book is now written that  the investigation is over? That perhaps, exhausted from my years of research I would walk away from this case? No sir…I have kept my promise to tell this story, but still need to continue my investigation until justice for Charley, the MOT, Rox and Jessica  is finally delivered.

You remember them, don’t you Grim? You, the shooter, the pipe smoker and Einstein…All of you had such memorable times with the other victims in this case. How about the lovely Jessica who went missing one HOT summer afternoon? Rumor says she was last seen by some one who watched her attending a bonfire. Gives you the willies knowing somebody saw you- doesn’t it? Then of course, there was Roxy; the beautiful blonde bombshell debutante. They say the cameras really liked her. She was last seen with you and others just beneath the lover’s tree. You know Grim- the one that everybody carved their initials in. Don’t you remember? The gash under your eye should be a good reminder. Want me to remind you how you got that? No? Well, let’s move on. Whose left?  Ahhhh… the MOT. Poor fella- got the crap kicked out of him one lovely afternoon in a hotel just because he knew too much. You see,Grim…just because the book is through, doesn’t mean that their stories end. The book ended because it had to- their stories don’t  end until they receive justice.

From the beginning my original intent was to merely read the files that were given me and see what could be done to get an idea for a book. The information contained in the documents was helpful- mostly for all the information that they DIDN’T contain. That’s right…omission can be even more descriptive than content. Now of course I could tell you what was the most impressive piece of omission, but then you wouldn’t need the book and quite frankly at this point…I need the book to stand on its own two feet, so that I can completely turn my energies to my next case.

That being said… I wanted to thank the many citizens and members of law enforcement; both active and retired ,who have stepped forward to help in this case. That is a sincere statement of gratitude. For those of who who held your tongues and kept the truth to yourself…you no longer have the right to comment on what has been discovered. You shed that right when you refused to step forward into the light, and by holding your silence while basking in the shadows of neutrality.

I understand those of who who held your tongues out of fear. Those of you who have real cause to be frightened…but those of you who wagged your tongues and merely condemned the efforts of others who tried to right a wrong, because you did not understand the method or  process used…how sad for you.  One day you may need a stranger to champion your cause and who will be there for you?

5/31/2013

The night before, I was shown the numbers 1,2, 1, 3 and 22- which I determmined to be 12-22-2013.

Last night they showed me something else…

There was a room, filled with golden clouds and in the middle of this room sat a wooden podium. On the podium lay a book with golden covers. As I began to walk towards it, somebody from behind  came forward and went to the podium. He opened the cover of the golden book and began flipping through its pages.  Curious, I watched from just above his right shoulder as each page turned, desperate to see what was written. The man continued to turn page after page without regard to my pleas to slow down so that I could read them. After a few seconds he suddenly stopped. I thanked him, leaned in to get a closer look and smiled. He smiled back and then got up and walked away.

Shall I tell you what I saw?

It was a calendar page with a date on it.

JUNE 14th

The countdown appears to have begun; but to what and for whom I do not know…yet!

5/27/2013

Last night they whispered in my ear…

“Expect the unexpected!”

That presents an interesting scenario as it did not say what it would be or how it would affect us. So we have a choice in how we respond to whatever it is. Remember, Karma is nothing more than lesson. It is neither good nor bad- it just is. For myself, I will pray that it is positive in nature and beneficial to my escalation.

“Expect the unexpected?”

I have learned the hard way this year to expect anything and everything. Why? Because change is difficult for many and we each respond to it in different ways. Some feel threatened and strike out. Some run and hide hoping it will pass over them without effect and some refuse to acknowledge that the only way to handle it is with grace and patience.

There are other factors that contribute to the cosmic confusion too. In Chinese Astrology, 2013 is the year of the Black Water Snake.  What does that mean? That means that this is the year of deception; that many people appear one way and act another. That each person has a different objective- agenda. That they cultivate secret alliances- have clandestine meetings and wage small wars behind your back.

How do you counter such misgivings and such unwarranted behavior?

You don’t.

You understand that they too have a need to exorcise their demons and let them be what they are. Your only job is to remain true to who you are and what your divine purpose is. You see, this is about the illusion of control. The less control you have, the tighter you cling…the tighter you cling, the less flexible you are and that makes change almost impossible.

I have wrestled with this issue  my entire life and been forced to relearn the hard way that  control, like fear is an illusion. That being said; I continue to strive to adopt the art of release and have made a conscious decision to let go of many things in my life that  no longer serve a positive purpose or present as toxic and detrimental to my evolution. This last decade has been about deconstruction and reconstruction.

What is it they say… “We are but a season?”

With the waning of spring  and the road greatly shortened to summer, the lesson of the season is rapidly changing and so too my sense of what this was all about.  This book has opened and closed many doors for me and I will do my best to respect each opportunity and dissolution it is providing. If I could orchestrate how this will all turn out I would- but alas, all I can do is pray that the readers will learn to recognize, appreciate  or mend something broken about their life through the epiphany of Charley’s death. That is my wish, though I am smart enough to know this book will come to have a life of its own and that is rightly so. Every story finds its own voice- writer’s know this instinctively and trust that the voice will guide them to the best application. This story is about the journey of discovery; discovery of murder, discovery of self, of forgiveness, and of accountability and one’s destiny. Its message is too important to try and smother with ego and will serve so many, on so many levels and in so many different ways, that it would be silly of anyone to try and direct  them all.  It is about catharsis and healing.

We are just this side of one eclipse and just on the cusp of another. Choose wise in these next few days dear readers,  as  June begins a new 12 year cycle. Follow your heart, dream big and make your life count for something. Awaken your desires and follow your higher self. Dare to be the person you dream you can be and find the power within  to forgive, forgive, forgive. It is the only way you can truly become who you are meant and to release  those things that hold you back.

The universe has our highest good in mind- trust it to lead you where you need to be.

Remember today to, ‘expect the unexpected.’  Be careful, think about what you really want at a soul level. What would you do or where you you be if you knew you couldn’t fail? Think and make a plan to move in that direction! Make a list of ten things you desire; place them in order of importance and then decide what you want vs what you really need- find a balance between them and find a way to make what happens this day to work for you and put you on that path.

It’s not just a holiday… it’s a new way to live your life!

5/26/2013

To Paula,

You have been waiting a long time for this story to come out and I appreciate your patience. The book, “THE THIN GRAY LINE” will be out this summer and you will be notified as to where and when a copy can be purchased.

A reminder to all…

This book is not just about death, but about life- and the unprecedented relationship between myself, the victim and those who stepped forward to help with my investigation. This story highlights the inconsistencies of the original investigation and proffers rational segues to suspected rumors, known alliances and conspiratorial theories surrounding the death of Charley Covington.

Some who are uncomfortable with its findings, may come to call it fiction.

Some who are in the know, may come to call it truth.

Some may bury their heads  in the sand and say, “No, not here, not here.”

Some may shy from the sunlight and pray that they not be recognized for their part in this travesty.

Still others will read it with a keen eye and a historical perspective and find plausible segue to all that is offered and demand that it be followed to the end. For over 4 years I have asked  for your help. Many have stepped forward; to you I give great thanks. Many have walked away and begged not to be involved. Still, many others have given credible information. As always, there are some who have given misinformation with intent to delay, deny or confuse the facts. I thank you too, for it made me a wiser person.

The original manuscript grew to over 460 + pages of information before editing. Distilling the endless bits of information has been a monumental task.  In the end it will be up to you to decide what  you can allow yourself to believe or what you can become comfortable with as the truth.  While some have shared their historical perspective, others have denied history itself and continue to live within a bubble of fantasy.  To them I say, just because it is not within your personal purview- do not assume that it did not happen. Truth is stranger than fiction in this case, but you do not need to take my word for it. Several of your older citizens know the truth of what happened that night…  2 of the alleged  ‘4 in flannel’ walk among you still…ask them to tell the truth about what they know– not just what they feel they can afford to share in the light of  this discovery.

For those of you who will take umbrage with this book and its findings… to each his own.  Truth is a double edged sword: for even as it has the power to protect- it has the power to destroy and so too, to release  or to imprison.
I am an investigative author, trained in the Investigative Forensics field of study- not God. I have no desire to re-write history, but only to reveal it. Whatever truth can be gleaned from the totality of my experience and research will find its way through to the proper persons. It is necessary that I now, “Let go and let God,” as it were.  He will find the proper avenue for ultimate disclosure- not I.  I  have merely done what I set out to do and kept a promise to Charley and myself that I would not quit until the appointed hour.That appointed hour has arrived.

To be sure, I have used whatever means have been made available to investigate and this includes the use of both active and retired law enforcement, archival documentation/information, archival and contemporary interviews and psychic detectives. I understand that each  of us has a different comfort level with those things that cannot be  seen or heard by most.  But let us not  discredit the efforts of those who have given many years of their personal and professional gifts without profit to help me in this matter, simply because we may not  currently understand the significance or application of their gifts within such a cold case.  Instead, we should thank them for their endless efforts on our behalf  and respect that this is part of a  new process to reach justice.

This book exercises the demons of doubt surrounding  the original investigation and my placement within its resurrection and affords those with histrionic information to step forward and share what they know. To answer the questions no one ever bothered to ask them. This story is not always pretty. This story is not always kind-even to me. It is however, my experience, my truth and I share it with you without reservation in hopes that it will lead to a final resolution.  In the end… this book is about, ” THE THIN GRAY LINE” between what I believe happened that night on the Clyattville – Nankin Road and what can be proven in a court of law. You the reader, will ultimately be the judge.
I hope that answers your questions.

5/18/2013

I have been writing all this month that May is the month of clearing out the old and letting in the new; warning that this was a time of great personal change for many especially for Taureans. I also wrote about the art of forgiveness and of bidding that which no longer serves us a fond farewell, so that the universe might be able to open new windows of opportunity for us, even as she closes many doors.

Often we are the block to our own happiness. We do not try out of fear or regret…but even as the month of May was about focusing on relationships and worn out views and beliefs, it was also about action. Clearing obstacles, letting go of excuses and being about our way to a new path. Everything changes and we cannot begin to write a new chapter in our lives without turning the page on the last one.

A  page has turned…a window has just opened and a door has just closed. Do you remember when I wrote about  the audio-voyant message that was whispered in my ear; “Someone is talking to someone?”  At the time I wasn’t sure who or about what. In fact, I wondered the next morning if I had actually heard it whispered at all… but knowing what has already been shown to me, believing has become a matter of faith. A faith that I am indeed being led and shown things both seen and unseen for a reason and while others may not understand- that does not negate its reality. The process is for me to simply trust what is being shared and feel confident that when it is time- I will understand what was meant. That being said: I patiently waited for the answer to who and what. Many days went by with nothing. In between great work loads and personal obligations to familial chores, I eventually forgot about the little locution until today. Today the  mystery has been solved and it has provided me with a new window of opportunity and the chance to close another door.
May is turning out to be a very trying, but empowering month.Whether it was meant as one or not…I have chosen to view it as  a gift. Thank you