Posts Tagged ‘California’
To follow is a smattering of photos I meant to post some time back, but alas, you know how it goes….
The photos in question were snapped on Sunday, March 1st, 2009 at the haunted Richard Nixon library in Yorba Linda, California at an excursion hosted by LOWFI’s SoCal branch.
On deck for this arcane adventure was psychic medium Joseph Ross to pick up the vibrations, along with Nixon’s “ethereal conduit” Jeffrey Vallance.
I usually get down L.A. way 2 or 3 times a year, and when I do I make it a point to visit some of the stranger locales gracing the city of angels and demons. In March of this year, I paid homage to Aleister Crowley disciple, Jack Parsons, with an outing to the fabled Devil’s Gate Dam, located in the town of La Canada.
Parsons – a rocket scientist and founding member of Jet Propulsion Laboratories (JPL), and one time head of the California branch of the Agape Lodge of the Ordo Templi Orientalis – practiced magic upon occasion at Devil’s Gate Dam, located a short distance from JPL, where during daylight hours he helped construct rockets that would later land men on the moon.
While some might see a dichotomy between Parsons daytime pursuits as contrasted against his nocturnal activities – ritual magic and the world science – there seems to be a common denominator between the two, that of tapping into the generative force of creation. In the realm of physical science, Parsons’ mode of expression was rockets, symbolic of the Freemasonic obelisk, the male member erecting itself toward the stars, reaching out and attempting to the conquer the heavens.
Concurrently, Parsons magical practices revolved around a ritual working, the intent of which was to create a “child” in the spiritual realms, who would be “called down” and directed into the womb of a female volunteer. When born — according to Crowleyean prophecy — this child would incarnate the forces of Babalon, and become the Scarlet Woman of Revelations, symbolizing the dawning of the Age of Horus. To this end, Parsons – in collaboration with L. Ron Hubbard and his soon-to-be-wife Marjorie Cameron – attempted to create (according to legend) what is called a homunculus; an inanimate being that is given life by way of this aforementioned magical ritual.
As history instructs, Parson’s life ended with a monumental bang when — on June 17, 1952 — he blew himself up while working with powerful explosives. Some have suggested that this explosion was no accident, and that foul play was involved. Other theories contend that Parsons’ was engaged in a homunculus experiment that went haywire and blew up in his face.
Conspiracy Con 9 started out rather weirdly for this humble gonzo reporter, when — after checking into the hotel where the event was being been held — I was approached by a middle aged man who asked me if I had “brought the books?” Well, indeed, I had brought some books I was planning to sell at the event, however — as far as I could tell — these bore no relation to this fellow, who I didn’t know from Adam.
Upon further interrogation, it became apparent that this gentleman — who I soon discovered was Roger Tolces, a speaker at the conference — had mistaken me for someone he had just talked to in regards to the aforementioned books, and so I informed Tolces that it was probably my doppelganger he had spoken to, which got a chuckle out of his wife, but left Mr. Tolces somewhat perplexed until he realized I was pulling his leg…sort of. This is not the first (nor will it be the last!) of an alleged Gorightly double sighting at a conspiracy or paranormal conference. Years ago, psychic Eugenia Macer Story informed me that she saw a Gorightly doppelganger at some such conference, although I forget the exact details of Eugenia’s anomalous encounter.
Tolces, it so happens, is a private investigator who specializes in — as he calls them — “electronic countermeasures”, which includes ways to ward off MK-ULTRA-like harassers. Later, I visited briefly with Tolces at his table and related certain experiences, nearly a decade old, I had had with what I perceived as some sort of microwave harassment. Tolces replied that he didn’t think my story was “crazy” and that he has heard similar stories many, many times.
Conspiracy Con inevitably brings about interactions between likeminded spirits from all ends of the conspiratorial spectrum, including meeting up with colleague, and Mothman experiencer, Andy Colvin. After picking Andy up at the San Jose airport and arriving back at the hotel parking lot, another inexplicable incident occurred when a black squirrel crossed our path. In all my years of traveling up and down the Golden State, never before in my life had I witnessed such a spectacle, and Andy was able to snap a photo of said anomalous squirrel before it scampered out of the view. Afterwards, I did a bit of research and discovered that the rare black squirrel is a melanistic variation of the common grey squirrel, in essence a genetic mutation, which a quick web search revealed has been seen on occasion in the greater Santa Clara area, home of Conspiracy Con.
Later inspection of this black squirrel photo revealed a possible MIB (or Man In White, as the case may be) standing behind a tennis court fence, in the background of the photo, apparently monitoring our activities.
Andy and I later evolved several theories explaining the haunting appearance of this white-shirted mystery man and the black squirrel and soon came to suspect that either this odd squirrel was remote controlled, or perhaps even a holographic projection used to mesmerize Andy and myself for means of MK-ULTRA tomfoolery. Of course, Andy and I are prone to jest about such things upon occasion, but underlying these doppelganger and black squirrel manifestations, we definitely sensed some weird vibrations revolving around Conspiracy Con and Santa Clara, which Andy and I now believe is some sort of paranormal hot spot, particularly in the general area where the conference is held, located across the street from a huge Virgin Mary statue, eerily illuminated at night. Andy and I visited this purported holy site in disguise (as to not draw attention to ourselves!) and alert the MIB’s (or MIW’s) to our clandestine activities. In this regard, yours truly donned my groovy hypnotic Mexican wrestling mask in the role of El GoGo, champion psychedelic wrestler and catholic chick magnet. In the photo below, you see the spooky Virgin Mary statue (which reminded us of a vampire babe) with the Yahoo corporate building logo in the background. Yahoo, it should be noted, is the Australian name for Bigfoot, just one further allusion to all the high weirdness going down in Santa Clara, and further evidence that the town is some sort of paranormal power spot.
It should be noted that Santa Clara translated means Saint Clear, suggesting that it is indeed a paranormal “window” area where one can “clear” the third eye and wipe clean the “doors of perception” and “lift the veil” of consensus reality.
Further conspiratorial revelations manifested themselves at the conference when I had the opportunity to meet long time Paranoia contributor and conspiracy researcher, Ron Patton, who has delved quite deeply into the lore of MK-ULTRA and discovered the darkness that therein resides. Like your humble gonzo reporter’s own perceived microwave harassment, Patton received similar harassment after penning provocative MK-ULTRA related articles several years ago, which led to certain health concerns that MK-ULTRA exposers often fall victim to. But like yours truly, Patton has bounced back from these problems and continues the good fight, nowadays hosting a podcast called Conspirazine, archives of which can be found at:
One current Conspirazine episode revolves around the life and times of a fellow named Rod McKenzie who got all tangled up in a web of JFK/RFK assassination weirdness in the early 60’s, which included meeting none other than the one and only Girl In The Polka Dotted Dress (real name Ruth Martinez) who purportedly played a pivotal role in the RFK assassination. McKenzie is working on a book about his exploits running a shady Dallas safe house back in the day, which includes a photo of the aforementioned gal in the Polka Dotted Dress sans dress.
Another likeminded soul I encountered at Conspiracy Con was a fellow named John who revealed to me that Rush’s Neil Peart is a high level Freemason. To this end, John noted the many Masonic references in Rush’s lyrics, as well as the alarming assertion that Peart’s wife and daughter where murdered in retaliation for Peart’s involvement in Freemasonic white magic, as opposed to those black Masonic magicians who, according to John, murdered his family. John is also hep to the whole chemtrail conspiracy, which I’ve lately become attuned to, as well, and he confirmed my own suspicions regarding the “X” phenomenon associated with chemtrail activity in regards to the many X’s one sees in the sky during chemtail operations. It’s John’s contention that these X’s mark a completed quadrant of an overall grid which can be viewed from New World Order satellites on high.
Lastly, John and I got into an extended rap about sacred (and sometimes satanic) geography, and the various theories ranging from those of James Shelby Downard all the way to the Zodiac Killer which point to the 33rd latitude as a ley line of evil used in ritual mojo, such as Kennedy getting his cranium catapulted across Dealey Plaza, one of many sacred sites used to conduct ritual magic mayhem on the 33rd degree. John, it so happens, is a map maker, and during a recent project he discovered an unfinished Star of David/Pentagram symbol (which he highlighted with a magic marker) in Washington, DC, delineating county lines and such that reveal the occult sacred geometry embedded in this map of our nation’s capitol.
Also in attendance — and holding down The John Birch Society table — was Douglas Hawes, a frequent guest to my old Untamed Dimensions podcast, and co-author with yours truly of the essay “Tuesday Weld’s Psychedelic Illuminati Conspiracy”, which appeared in Paranoia # 47.
A couple years back — during ConCon 7 — it was Mr. Hawes who first took your humble gonzo reporter, along with fellow conspiratorial colleagues Kenn Thomas and Skylaire Alfvegren, on a tour of San Jose’s Rosicrucian Museum.
This Rosicrucian excursion has since become a Conspiracy Con tradition, and so for this year’s visit I was joined by Andy Colvin, who I soon after initiated into those mystery schools of yore where one can tune into miniature pyramids and create obelisk-palm tree hybrids with cameras at dusk.
Andy’s friend Tim, who accompanied us on our pilgrimage, returned home to San Fran that evening and upon arrival his car’s odometer revealed the following alarming numerological anomaly.
Strange days, indeed!
Over at Oregon LOWFI, intrepid Fortean researcher Regan Lee is going chemtrail crazy. And what I found most interesting about her posts was the mention of X’s littering the chemtrail skyway, which is a phenomenon I’ve witnessed a lot in the last few months here at NorCal headquarters in the Central Sierras, although for some reason I’ve have been unable to get any quality pics of said until now, as posted below. My hunch is that these X’s designate something, such as a completed mission, or something to that effect.
When all this talk about chemtrails started a decade ago or so, I basically blew it all off as another paranoid conspiracy. But the more I’ve looked into this whole chemtrail story, the more I suspect that something malicious is indeed going on, be it weather control, people poisoning, whatever the case may be, and now I’m damn near convinced that there is a genuine conspiracy behind it all!
Some interesting chemtrail related links below:
As WFMU’s Irwin Chusid pointed out in Songs in the Key of Z, Neil Armstrong was not the first earthling to stroll the lunar surface. To the contrary, the first feet to navigate that cheesy green orb were none other than those of former NorCal/SoCal denizen, Lucia Pamela, just a few months before Armstrong took one small step for man, an event documented in the 1969 album Into Outer Space with Lucia Pamela.
“It was recorded on Moontown,” Ms. Pamela said of the album. “I was the only one from Earth there.” She also produced a coloring book, Into Outer Space with Lucia Pamela In The Year 2000.
Voted Miss St. Louis of 1926, Lady Pamela enjoyed a career that spanned nine decades, including a stint in Vaudeville with the Ziegfeld Follies where she led an all-gal band named Lucia Pamela and her Musical Pirates, and then later formed a vocal duo with her daughter Georgia known as The Pamela Sisters.
In the swingin’ 60’s, Lucia’s daughter and former singing partner, now known as Georgia Frontiere, married L.A. Rams owner Carroll Rosenbloom, her sixth husband. When Rosenbloom died in 1972, Georgia inherited the team and later drew the wrath of rabid L.A. fans when she moved the team to St. Louis.
During World War II, Lucia Pamela was awarded a Medal of Honor for her wartime service with the USO. Pamela later moved to Fresno, California, where she was renowned for cruising around in her custom Pink Cadillac. There she hosted several early radio and television shows, including “Gal about Town.” Afterwards, Lucia was the manager and host of Storyland Amusement Park, located in Fresno’s Roeding Park, appearing as Mother Goose.
As a wee lad I used to visit Roeding Park’s Storyland and Playland, and those memories still fill me with a sense of magical wonder, with visions of giant mushrooms and Mother Goose serenading me with songs about the man in the moon.
Lucia — who was honored by Ripley’s Believe It or Not for having memorized over 10,000 songs — performed in Las Vegas hotels in the 1980’s. She died in Hollywood on July 25th 2002 at the ripe old age of 98, survived by one son, 12 grandchildren and 27 great-grandchildren. Her daughter Georgia died in 2008.
Currently, there is an unreleased documentary on Pamela’s life, which you can find out more about here:
Lucia Pamela’s obit: