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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!