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I knew something was up with the reversal story today, where “dinosaurs from outer space” are threatening us. Combined with the “ancient aliens” flotsam, you have a completely sealed mental loop, just as was used on 9/11 (”terrorists have attacked us, we are attacking the terrorists”). This means that an op is in play (which you will accept because you are under confusion hypnosis) this weekend (the spooks don’t always work on weekends, mind you). And that op may be the censorship of the internet. Whether real or fake, these shutdown stories are designed to resign you to your fate as an “underling” of the milpuppets who set up the internet in the first place. The web censorship is also meant to work hand-in-fist with the DRONE RELEASE (i.e., “UFO secret”). “Sorry, you are going to be censored, and there is nothing you can do about it because the drones will be waiting for you outside.” http://www.examiner.com/paranormal-in-panama-city/disclosetv-com-seized-by-u-s-a-internet-terrorism-task-force-or-possible-farce?cid=db_articles

Last weekend, on Saturday night, I was camping with my son and two buddies, Bob and Mike, near the top of the Stevens Pass Ski Resort, where there are few small lakes, called the Grace Lakes.

Shortly after dark, I looked up and noticed what I first thought was a satellite passing over. It was a crystal clear night, where one could see the Milky Way and various other stars normally not visible at lower altitudes. Suddenly, the “satellite” began zigzagging and changing speeds! I pointed it out to the other guys, who agreed with me that it was not behaving like a satellite (both of them work at Boeing and are familiar with all kinds of aircraft).

We watched the craft for a couple of minutes until it passed into the northern sky, disappearing at a point that I thought might be roughly above the Jim Creek Naval Radio Station (near Verlot, WA, east of Granite Falls on the Mountain Loop Highway).

I had actually wanted to camp near Jim Creek, just to see what all goes on there, but Bob had talked me out of it, since the Grace Lakes had fish we could catch. Bob estimated that the object had been traveling at about 80,000 feet, but that is just a guess (if the object were small, it might have been lower than that). We talked excitedly about our first bonafide UFO sighting for a few minutes, then decided to go to bed.

As the other guys were settling down in their tents, I looked back to where the UFO had disappeared, and noticed that it had reappeared! Except this time, it was much brighter, showing up better than any other stars in the sky. It seemed to be sending bright shards of light downward and out to the sides. It also seemed, to the naked eye, to be made up of bluish green, red, and white revolving lights. Bob noted that while the colors seemed similar to typical aeronautical winglight colors, they weren’t exactly the same, and the pulsations were different.

Plus, there was no sound like an aircraft would make. A plane actually passed over us not long after the “satellite,” so it was easy to make the comparison and see that a plane made noise we could hear. In my view, the craft seemed to be moving back towards us, and so I began to get “antsy.” We made jokes about getting our rifles out to take care of any “greys” or Bigfoots that might come into camp. But the craft stopped, and it began hovering at a spot over the North Cascades. Bob thought it might be as far north as the Canadian border, but Mike and I thought it might be closer. I again thought of the Jim Creek facility – that the object might be surveilling the areas around the station.

Moving swiftly, I got my Canon 14mb digital camera out, and went to the crook of a tree I had found earlier in the day, which I had used to get some lowlight, dusk photos of the lake we were camped at. The position was perfectly stable, the equivalent of a tripod. I shot a series of photos of the object, until the battery ran out. Looking at the photos, one can see that it was changing shape, going from a single sphere to a string of revolving lights. The object(s) look very similar to things that have been photographed in recent years in Norway, where they have a 24-hr. “UFO camera” set up.

While one would expect some high strangeness to accompany such a sighting, like an encounter with creature entities or Men in Black, that did not happen. The object merely stayed in the same spot for the next couple of hours, occasionally moving slightly. Later on, it actually seemed to be mimicking the positioning of the stars around it, as if to better hide itself.

If this was the same craft that passed over us, one wonders why it would draw attention to itself by zigzagging, but then try to camouflage itself later on. It could have been a “natural” UFO – an intelligent set of orbs – but it may also have been something set up to protect the areas around the Naval station at night. One thing is for sure… If the government wanted to know what these are, all they would have to do is send a plane up there to look at it.

You would think something would have been scrambled to do just this, given that the object was close to a secure military facility. Obviously, the government already knows what these things are, yet doesn’t want us to know! Note in the last photo below that the craft seemed to change into the shape of a birdman. Could this have been the latest sighting of Mothman?

Unfortunately, I was not able to find Tommy Burnham on my trip to the Space Coast. But I was able to reconnect at this time with some old friends who had relocated from West Virginia to Florida. Three of them were from Woodward Drive, while one was from the West Side section of Charleston. The West Side friend, Charles A., had seen Mothman on the hill behind Stonewall Jackson High. He was passing papers early one foggy morning in 1973 when he saw the “red eyes.” At first, he thought it must be a car backing down the hill. As it got closer, however, he realized it was a creature. He freaked out and called the police. But he kept the story quiet, not wanting to be labeled a “nut.” This is similar to the boy who moved into Tommy Burnham’s house after he moved away, Steve S. I spoke with Steve in 2010 in Pt. Pleasant. He indicated that Mothman had touched him on the shoulder around the time of my 1973 sighting. Amazingly, his encounter had happened at the exact same spot where I saw Mothman! Since Steve was in the room when my sister took the Garuda photo, it is possible that Mothman may have followed him to our house. I have not heard of anyone else who was touched by Mothman, so Steve’s presence must have been significant. I do know that he and Charles, as well as the other friends I spoke to, all seem to have done well in their lives. It made me think once again about how Mothman seems to influence witnesses in beneficial ways…

Adding to this is the fact that one of the Woodward Drive witnesses, Karen Montague, had also seen the “red eyes” of Mothman around 1973. Karen lived at the mouth of Asbury Heights, at the southern edge of Pleasant Dell. I lived at the northern edge of Pleasant Dell, from which one could go through the woods to a central viewpoint above Aetna-Dell Elementary. I often dream of these woods above Aetna-Dell as being some sort of gateway to another dimension. As Karen stated on Regan Lee’s Mothman Flutterings blog, she saw the eyes when she was in these woods with my sister, Spring (who took the “Garuda” picture). I remembered this incident as soon as I was reminded of it. At that time, I had just written it off to some sort of spooky “Ouija board” nonsense. But apparently there had been more to it… In May of 2011, Montague wrote to tell me that her brother had also seen Mothman:

I’ve been reading your posts about Mothman and, the other day, I suddenly remembered that my brother, David, came home and told us of a strange sighting he had seen while hunting in the woods near our house on Woodward. He was sure that he had seen a huge birdlike creature flying over him. He claimed that its wingspan was huge. He was very serious about this. This was probably in 1968 or ‘69.

Weirdly, I have dreamed a lot about the locations where Charles, Karen, and David saw the creature. The Mothy energy in the 1960s and ‘70s was apparently strong enough to have affected our subconscious minds in a telepathic way. As researcher John Frick – who appears as an MIB on the cover of the new paperback reprint of Gray Barker’s MIB: The Secret Terror Among Us - stated on Facebook in April, 2011:

In my humble opinion, saucers are ultra-terrestrial (UT) manifestations. They can appear in any form they want, rather it be nuts-and-bolts craft, an angel, a demon, an MIB, or a hair-covered monster. I got a very good look at a flying saucer in 1973, during a huge UT flap on the east coast. Both Bigfoot and UFO sightings were off the charts that year. What you may find interesting, and what appears to support my UT beliefs, is the fact that Faye Dewitt picked up some of the foil junk that John Keel, in Operation Trojan Horse, talked about being dumped from an airplane near Point Pleasant in the 1960s. The next day, it vanished from her drawer. Also a friend of ours and his buddy picked up hair from an unknown (Bigfoot-type) animal years ago, and put it in a jar, only to have the hair mysteriously disappear from the jar. UT manifestations seemingly have the ability to leave behind very physical-seeming things that later disappear or, in some cases, are confiscated by real (or unreal) MIB.

Complicating the matter further were messages I got from different psychics after returning to Seattle. Eugenia Macer-Story told me that she had had a dream indicating that some natural disaster was coming.

Then a Mothman witness in Michigan, Amy O., began telling me of her dreams presaging the tsunami and fallout from the Fukushima nuclear disaster. She mentioned some strange phrases that seemed connected to the disaster, such as “Red Star” (which we must “run from”), “Nike,” and (Navy) “Seabees.” She said that she had contacted a NASA official out of concern, who happened to be Native American. He was the adopted son of the (Italian) actor who, in the 1960s and ‘70s, played a crying Indian chief in public service ads urging Americans to stop littering.

At first, I thought Amy’s dream might have been warning about “Red Line” Studios but, upon examination, I synchronistically discovered that “Red Star” had been the name of a fake union group organized by Westinghouse. Having just purchased the book Uncloaking the CIA, I opened it to a random page, where I immediately saw the reference to Westinghouse’s “Red Star.” Shamelessly, Westinghouse had used the Red Star group against its own workers in the 1970s. Once union members had been drawn into the radical group, they were fired. It was a way of eliminating the “bad apples.” Unbelievably, the FBI was helping Westinghouse in this endeavor. Westinghouse helped build some of the failed nuclear reactors in Japan, along with GE. Thus, this Mothy “Red Star” warning seems to actually fit the Fukushima nuclear disaster! Within a week or two of the disaster, a report was posted to the Internet saying that Mothman had been seen over the town where the stricken reactors are located. When I questioned the originating site further, I was told that the identities of the witnesses were being kept secret. Interestingly, Fred Crisman, the CIA agent involved in both the Maury Island incident and the JFK assassination, and who has been identified as spying on WV contactee Woody Derenberger, took special CIA classes less than five miles from Fukushima in the 1960s.

As it has been with many of the more psychic Mothman witnesses, my Michigan contact was Rh-negative and had a father and uncle who were 33rd-degree Masons. She also has a Sephardic Jewish background (like Sara Jane Moore) going back to Southern France. Her father worked for a Rockefeller-connected company, GM. Apparently, the father had Nazi leanings and may have been selling parts on the black market. GM is well known for having helped the Nazi regime in various ways. One of the astute observations made by this witness is that the “Reptilian” meme in ufology – propagated first by Dr. Peter D. Beter in the Ohio Valley, but perfected by England’s David Icke – seems to have damaged the reputations of “bloodline” Rh-negative women such as herself, who are known to be great psychics. By tossing these women into the Reptilian camp, an attempt has apparently been made at smearing them and, ultimately, limiting their power. She more or less views this as a psychic battle, and perhaps rightly so. One of the subtexts of Mothman study is that the Garuda is sometimes depicted in ancient stories as a protector of our earlier “Goddess” religions – ones that were suppressed. Mothman’s appearance on Woodward Drive and at events like Fatima, alongside the Virgin Mary, indicate “his” close relationship to “her.” Because of this, one finds a certain amount of anti-Mothman rhetoric coming from Christian fundamentalists, who like to paint Mothman as a demonic Nephilim or Rephaim.

In addition to the potential breakthrough regarding Indrid Koedel mentioned in my previous post, I almost immediately ran across some information regarding that most difficult area to comprehend, the Mothman/JFK link. I soon was able to meet a purported player in the JFK affair, Rod MacKenzie, for coffee in Seattle. MacKenzie’s story of unknowingly being involved in JFK sounded plausible once I was able to hear it in total context. As far as he can tell, he was being debriefed on an almost daily basis by the DIA and/or DLA, and was reporting directly to mobsters like Johnny Roselli and Sam Giancana. But everything was compartmentalized. The military was interfacing with mobsters, and both sides were spying on each other. The FBI could go either way, depending. And so it went… You did what you were told and kept your mouth shut, according to MacKenzie. One of the more amazing things MacKenzie told me at our first meeting – where he knew nothing about my research – was that he often “hid out” and/or worked in West Virginia. I quizzed him on some of the landmarks there, and he described them accurately. I was convinced that he had been there.

MacKenzie also told me that he had traveled a couple of times with David Ferrie, who was likely Mothman’s “Frightwig” MIB. Since we already have fairly solid evidence that CIA pilot Fred Crisman was involved in Mothman, and that Ferrie and Crisman apparently both worked on the JFK hit (Crisman is supposedly the first person Claw Shaw called after he was arrested by Jim Garrison), we can begin to speculate as to whether Indrid Cold was working with them. In general, MacKenzie’s theories about what actually happened seem to support the Torbitt Document, which points toward an international military intelligence-FBI-mobster-bankster operation emanating partly out of Ohio and neighboring Toronto – just the kind of thing an archetypal protector deity might want to shed light on… Lest we forget, the lands on which these conspiracies were carried out are also lands that held thousands of burial mounds.

Traditionally, the overseer of such burial areas is, not surprisingly, the “Thunderbird” – perhaps the same force we today call the “Djinn,” the “Garuda,” or “Mothman.”

In late April, 2001, during Kenn Thomas’ interview on his new JFK UFO book on The Stench of Truth show, an interesting interchange occurred between myself and a longtime Cleveland UFO Project (CUP) member on the chat that accompanied the show. After the discussion began bearing fruit, the chat was hit with a bunch of “Christian” sockpuppets who fouled up the thread. I suspected Army Airborne 25 at the time, since I got a phone call from the 000-000-0000 number during the Thomas interview. Calls from this number had previously come to me during the Frick Bros. MIB sighting in Nov. 2006, which they felt might have a connection to the 1111 Independence Ave. address in Akron (where someone from Army Airborne 25 lives or works).

The CUP contact stated that Crisman had been associated with their group, and that it had been monitored continually by the MIB and the military. Crisman, in his role as defense intelligence agent, was apparently helping Cold “handle” Derenberger, who was an Army Signal Corps veteran and former Carbide employee. Cold was described by the CUP member as knowing “who really ran the UFO stuff on Earth.” Crisman, as noted by Thomas on the show, was suspected by Garrison of being the JFK “grassy knoll” shooter. Crisman’s involvement in Team Cold adds more weight to my theory that Ferrie was using some of the TNT domes, as he had been in Louisiana before the Garrison probe.

This Ferrie theory of mine is about 6 years old. I blogged about it first on AndyColvin.com until millions of hardcore porn spams annihilated the server’s security wall. I had made the mistake of saying negative things about a prominent cryptozoologist not long before the attacks began. In 2010, my site completely disappeared, soon after my website provider had restarted everything on a new server and fixed the problems. When I first started researching Ferrie, I had found that the cryptozoologist in question was referenced in a magazine article as being an expert on David Ferrie. He had provided the author of the article with details.

This cryptozoologist is also acknowledged in one of the Steamshovel Press compilations as having provided details on the genealogies and machinations of the Illuminati. Interestingly, the cryptozoologist never said a word as I made post after post regarding Ferrie and the machinations of the Illuminati. He never chimed in or supported further research on Ferrie. It was if he did not want locals to know, or even consider, that Ferrie might have something to do with Mothman. In fact, he would usually ask people to consider his research on Mothman instead of anything conspiratorial. Why would someone who knows so much about the subject withhold information on it?

If our CUP informant is telling the truth about Cold knowing “who runs the UFO stuff on Earth,” then this means that the symbology of Emil Koedel, being a Nazi spy, and keeping tabs on our advanced weaponry, is an appropriate MIB model to consider. The “Control Group,” as Gray Barker called it, was probably using Koedel’s spy network to monitor the progress of our – or should I say NATO’s – saucer technology. The bosses of Team Cold may have been the ones who sold the technology to Iran for their new flying saucer, which was unleashed in the spring of 2011. Former Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld reportedly had a part in the sales of arms to Iran, so one might plausibly suspect his involvement. I know at least one person in his orbit who claims to have seen several weird craft over the years. I have also heard from two separate sources that he has a habit of walking into people’s homes unannounced. One therefore gets the feeling that Rumsfeld may have surveilled people using these craft. He once headed up a pharmaceutical concern in S. America, which is a short plane flight from what was likely Cold’s “planet,” Lanulos (i.e., Bariloche, Argentina).

During April 2011, more shenanigans occurred in a seeming effort to deflect our attention from the nuclear disaster. Donald Trump began questioning Obama’s birth certificate – whether it was real or not – which gave Obama a chance to release the certificate and “castigate” Trump. At the same time, the royal wedding of Prince William was held, and Pope John Paul II was beatified. The official beatification occurred on May 1st, the pagan holiday of Beltane, where the “king” is sacrificed. As it turned out, this was not William or John Paul, but Osama Bin Laden, who was supposedly shot and killed on the same day.

The theatrical display of “killing” Osama fit the sacrificial bill and increased Obama’s ratings in advance of the 2012 elections. It seemed to have the effect of denigrating Islam while at the same time celebrating the Vatican and the U.S. military…

Amazingly, Harriet Plumbrook predicted the death of Osama a week before it happened, perhaps indicating that the same players who brought down the Twin Towers also cooked up a second death for Bin Laden, who may have actually died in 2001, 2003, or 2005. In 2005, George Bush declared that he was no longer interested in Bin Laden, and the Bin Laden task force was disbanded. The FBI never listed Bin Laden as one of their suspects in the 9/11 attacks. Oddly, the Bin Laden family was given special permission to fly out of the U.S. in the wake of 9/11, while all other flights were grounded. With Bin Laden dead and the body “dumped at sea,” no trial could be held to determine if Bin Laden had anything to do with 9/11, an attack for which he never took credit. It is odd behavior for a “terrorist” not to take credit for something he did.

For more on the conspiratorial side of the MIB equation, go to my Inside the Grassy Knoll article about the Men in Black, which appears also as an introduction to the reprint of Gray Barker’s classic MIB: The Secret Terror Among Us.

Below is the first half of a note I just wrote for my upcoming book, “The Mothman Speaks II.” It gives some indication of the weirdness that has gone on this year…

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In Feb. of 2011, a series of strange events began unfolding when I visited the Space Coast of Florida and a spa/resort off the southern coast. The cottage in which I was staying at the resort had once been owned by the founding family of a large manufacturing corporation that eventually diversified into, among other things, making key parts for commercial airplanes and the space shuttle. One of their 19th Century factories had been located in Ohio and, like a lot of older families that immigrated to the Midwest from Europe, they were originally of German descent. The family worked hard, treated its employees well and, as a result of its success, moved in rarified social circles. I was told that members of the Kennedy clan had visited the resort over the years. Ian Fleming, international spy, is said to have occasionally visited the spa, as have members of Britain’s royal family.

As I was unpacking my things, I noticed a book on the nightstand that had a Nazi insignia on it. It was called The Game of the Foxes: The Untold Story of German Espionage in the United States and Great Britain During World War II, written by Ladislas Farago.

When I opened it to a random page, as is my usual practice, I saw a synchronistic reference. It said that Nazi Germany’s greatest spy, Emil Koedel, had been arrested in October of 1943 in West Virginia, posing as a film projectionist (Gray Barker’s line of work). After attempting a computer search on Koedel, it seemed obvious that the search engines had been scrubbed. Why was there so little information on this greatest of all Nazi spies? And what was he doing in West Virginia? Koedel had been active primarily on Long Island and in NYC, where he spied on American defense plants, particularly Army Ordnance facilities. During the Mothman flap of the late 1960s, Pt. Pleasant’s TNT Area was an Army Ordnance plant.

After seeing the reference in the book, I immediately noted that Emil Koedel’s name was very similar to “Indrid Cold,” the “spaceman” who was likely the leader of the MIB. After doing a little math, I realized that Koedel’s 15-yr. sentence would have allowed him to be free again at the time of Mothman. I wondered if Koedel could actually be the mysterious Indrid Cold. If antigravity devices were being built in the area, as Gray Barker surmised, then Koedel’s involvement would have been natural, for such information would have been valuable on the intelligence market. (Note: I found out in April of 2011, via FBI files requested by Ted Torbich of The Stench of Truth show, that Koedel was far too old to have been Indrid Cold. But this doesn’t rule out Koedel’s involvement in the operation as a mentor or planner. The name “Indrid Cold” may still prove to have been inspired by Koedel.)

During my investigation of Koedel, I was reminded that “MIB,” the abbreviation for “Men in Black,” is very similar to “MI5,” Britain’s equivalent of our FBI. One senses that the use of this abbreviation may not be an accident. John Keel, the person responsible for popularizing the shortened “MIB” phrase, often used monikers and phrases that had double meanings. This was part of Keel’s genius… MI5 was known for spying on anything the Nazis did; this would have included any flying saucers… Koedel could have easily interfaced with MI5’s “XX” intelligence group, which was skilled at “turning” double agents from other countries. Incredibly, Keel’s 1968 article on the MIB in FATE magazine states that the license plate “XX” was sometimes seen on MIB vehicles. This raises the possibility that Indrid Cold himself drove an “XX” vehicle. According to Farago, the “XX” group included several famous British writers, such as Graham Greene and Ian Fleming. Famed occultist Aleister Crowley, whose followers seem to have been present in Pt. Pleasant during Mothman, was also reportedly in the group. Interestingly, a division of the OSS (our early CIA) was called “X-2.” The X-2 group apparently shared information with Britain’s XX group. According to Adam Krametbauer in “The OSS in Europe”:

The X-2 branch was created in part to share in important ULTRA intercepts with the British. The OSS was still denied many valuable intercepts, but they worked closely with British intelligence and made the most of their resources. The X-2 helped the British in counterintelligence operations abroad. With the help of ULTRA the British were able to catch every German spy working in Britain. The X-2 in many ways became the elite organization of the OSS. One group within the X-2 branch was the secret Insurance Intelligence Unit. “The unit mined standard insurance records for blueprints of bomb plants, timetables of tide changes, and thousands of other details about targets, from a brewery in Bangkok to a candy company in Bergedorf, Germany.” “They knew which factories to burn, which bridges to blow up, and which cargo ships could be sunk in good conscience” (Fritz).

If the X-2 group continued on after the war, as one might expect, the “XX” license plate could have referred to them as well…

A synchronistic precursor to this factoid occurred in the summer of 2010. While recording an interview in Ohio with Harriet Plumbrook, which was broadcast on The Grassy Knoll radio show, a strange pinpoint of light shone into Harriet’s car window, illuminating the “XX” I had drawn on a page of notes for the show.

The light was two-toned (pink and turquoise) and bisected the “XX” at approximately a 33-degree angle. On its face, the event seemed to represent the double-crossing of either the XX or X-2 group.

The “XX,” or Masonic “double-cross,” seems to be a way for the Masonic “compass and square” to be easily written on a typewriter or computer. The “XX” – another way to write “1111” – can be seen in the logos of the U.S. Space Command and the U.S. Strategic Command, groups in charge of “information warfare,” satellites, surveillance, and drones – the outgrowth of saucer research. JSOC, the military intelligence unit that supposedly killed Osama Bin Laden, has both the “X” and the “11” in its logo… Interestingly, it was the Army’s 111th Military Intelligence Group that reportedly carried out 24-hr. surveillance on Martin Luther King – whose assassination is one of Mothman’s most well known prophecies… Certain UFO “Disclosure” or “Exopolitics” groups have taken to using the “X” symbol. Some of these well-organized and funded groups openly state that their main interest, other than ET disclosure, is in “antigravity” research. However, by attributing the antigravity technology to “ETs,” such groups may be misinforming the public and, in the long run, keeping the subject under wraps.

That same weekend at the resort, I was contacted on Facebook by Red Line Studios, who had recently released the film Eyes of the Mothman. Someone at the studio with the Facebook name “Charles Mothman Cornstalk” wrote me about my tagline: “Your Mothman Liaison: Making Supernatural Conspiracy Theory Fun.” “Cornstalk” seemed to be questioning it. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the studio was supposedly being beseiged by the media because one of their cameramen, Justin Massler, had recently been jailed for stalking Ivanka Trump, the daughter of Donald and Ivana Trump.

A rambling video of Massler had been posted to YouTube, where Massler blamed Mothman for his stalking activities.

Even though Massler had just shot “the most in-depth” documentary ever on Mothman, he showed a lack of Mothy knowledge by insinuating that Mothman and Indrid Cold were the same entity. It seemed as if he had gotten his beliefs from the fictional Mothman Prophecies film. Massler made sure to plug his movie and to mention his friend, director Matt Pellowski. Unfortunately, someone who had spent the night in jail with Massler made a comment below the video, stating that Massler in no way acted like a stalker or mentally unbalanced person. After I finally viewed the video back in Seattle, I began to sense that it might be a publicity stunt. It seemed weird to me that the studio had been hassling me rather than answering calls from the media.

To further complicate matters, it synchronistically turned out that Ivana, Ivanka’s mother, was staying at the same resort as I. We actually attended a mixer together on Feb. 19th, 2011.

Did my mysterious contact at Red Line know this? Was someone connected to the studio spying on the Trumps? It doesn’t seem like Massler alone would have the resources to spy on everyone in the Trump orbit… Also on the 19th, I toured a house at the resort that was once the vacation hideaway of the “man behind the building of the Twin Towers,” William Zeckendorf. Zeckendorf was the NYC real estate developer who sold the Rockefellers the land on which the United Nations now sits. Oddly, all references to his association with the Twin Towers have been removed from Wikipedia…

Interestingly, Red Line Studios is located only a block from Ground Zero in NYC. Due to the synchronicities that were happening at the spa, I began to wonder why a production outfit ostensibly interested in Mothman, and so close to Ground Zero, had not wanted to look into the 9/11 prophecies that Mothman transmitted during the original flap in the 1960s. A few years ago, when I first contacted the director about his project, he had not seemed at all interested in exploring the psychic or precognitive aspects of the story, nor the more conspiratorial aspects. He seemed to think that those parts of the equation were laughable.

Also while on that trip, I stopped to check out the Space Ghost and see if I could find the mysterious Tommy Burnham, the Mothman contactee who first predicted 9/11. His last known whereabouts were in the Cocoa Beach area. Supposedly he did not work for NASA anymore, but had settled nearby and was doing landscaping work. I took a drive up the coast to perhaps find Tommy and see a couple of points of interest along the way. One of these was a Hindu ashram, where I hoped to hear more about the Garuda. After spending the day at the ashram, I wasn’t able to come up with much new information about the Garuda. They were certainly familiar with him, but he is not a focus of their study. They did say that he comes up occasionally in certain ancient teachings, and that his role is always as a facilitator or protector… One thing I noticed while touring the ashram was a Native Medicine Wheel in the woods. The Medicine Wheel is a stonework consisting of a perfect circle with a cross inside. This “zodiac” symbol has come up repeatedly in my investigation of Mothman. Its usage stretches from antiquity, where it was the sign of the sun god and/or messiah, up to its recent appearance as the first letter of the Lanulosian alphabet, first transmitted to contactee Woody Derenberger by Indrid Cold…

[To be continued...]

Here is a letter I received from an original Mothman witness. This will be in The Mothman Speaks II. I am keeping her name private for the time being, as this was a private email. As a child, this lady tried to alert people to the fact that the Silver Bridge was going to collapse. She also saw the packages floating on the water in a vision, as described by John Keel in his landmark book The Mothman Prophecies. These are the kinds of stories that are typically ignored by newer Mothman movies and shows, which seem more interested in doing cursory overviews or lurid treatments that cash in on stupid viewers wanting “demon” entertainment. Here is the first letter she sent me:

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I encountered Mothman in November of 1967, when I was 9. We were visiting a family in Hurricane, WV. Dad had come to their call; they needed help with “this Big Bird” thing. He was asked to bring all of his guns and ammo. He thought it was a “mine war” or something, and asked if he should bring other men. He was baffled as to why they could not handle a big bird. But they said it wasn’t just a big bird, it was humanlike. He laughed, saying they were superstitious. After some explanation, he loaded us all up in the car and we set off for Hurricane. We crossed the Ohio River at Gallipolis. The Silver Bridge at that time was nothing less than a nightmare to cross. Most of the westbound lane’s pavement was missing. I could see clear down to the river through it. The bridge was only open to one lane of traffic.

According to the sign at the bridge, only one car at a time was recommended. Each time a car would cross, the bridge twisted wildly. Sitting in line waiting to cross, I looked at everything around me to keep my mind busy. Then I resorted to just allowing my mind to wander. The next thing I knew, I was being held around the middle by one of my brothers as I was attempting to go out the car window! I was frantic to get out. Dad’s voice calmed me down; he asked why I was so upset. I told him I wasn’t [upset] and asked why was everyone holding me horizontal like that. He said that I’d been clawing to get out the window – that I was terrified by something.

He calmly asked for me to think about it and tell him why I might do that – what came to mind first. The first thing that came to mind was that the bridge was going to go into the river, and I had to get out. I felt an overwhelming urge to leap out of the car. I leapt towards the door and grabbed the handle, but the door was locked. Someone yelled, “She’s doing it again!” My body was acting independent of my mind – as if my mind was switched off. I found myself clawing my oldest brother in a bid to go out a half-open window. Again, Dad asked me to “see” or try to think why I’d do such a thing. I said bluntly that the bridge was going in the river with a lot of cars and people on it, and that there were [Christmas] presents all over the water. I heard myself saying that the bridge was lying in the river all twisted up. I wasn’t crying per se, but tears were pouring out my eyes and onto my clothes. I felt my face and asked if my face was bleeding. My brother said, “No, stupid, you’re crying!” I hit him in the arm and said I’d know if I was crying. I heard others say it was just tears on my face [and not blood]. Dad asked if we could cross safely that day. I let my mind find the answer and told him “yes.” I felt greatly relieved and didn’t sweat crossing then.

Dad asked me what might cause it to fall. I told him that the bridge “abutment” – a strange word to me – was crumbling. I could see it in my mind. I told him that the last section on the other side would have a gap bigger than all the others had. So, we all looked for the gaps… We found them regularly spaced, except for that last one on the WV side. Mom gasped that I’d been exactly right. Dad and I got out on the other side to look. He had me take him to where it was crumbling. I had to walk a little ways to get a view of it. Once there, I pointed right to it. He asked if that was all [to worry about]. I let my mind look. My mind went to the bolts we could view from that side. I saw that one was missing there and in another place – at the [juncture] of two sections. I pointed to them. I didn’t hear him [say anything] for some time. I turned around to see him writing things down while looking where I’d pointed. He began talking to himself that he had to get in touch with so and so, as he could take care of it. I asked to go back to the car, but he stopped me and asked if we could get back across the bridge okay. I let my mind look and saw that it would be okay. He asked when it would come down. Again, I let my mind find the answer. I said about two weeks. Exactly two weeks from that day, it did go into the river. The day it fell, we saw it on the news.

Mom asked me how I’d known this would happen. I’d forgotten the entire thing by then and thought she was nuts. She acted like she was terrified of me.

While we were in WV, we stopped at the [besieged] house near Hurricane. They kept talking about this “Big Bird.” We kids just thought it was a [regular] bird that they were afraid of. It was [initially] a bit of a laughing matter to Mom and Dad, so we didn’t concern ourselves about it. The adults [wanted to talk, so they had us] go up into the woods for a short walk. I was [deemed] best suited to get their daughter to talk about a “friend” she’d been talking to up there for about two weeks. They suspected “he” was an imaginary friend, since the people who lived up there never saw anyone with her. They said she’d stand there like she was talking to someone, but no one was seen near her. She was maybe 8 years old. I thought, “She’s a bit old for that but, hey, it’s West Virginia! These people are currently afraid of a big bird, so who knows what they are about!” We were from Ohio. We often told WV jokes to them and they told us Ohio jokes. Soon we’d find common ground, and then it wouldn’t matter where we were from. So, the girl tells me that there are too many people; he won’t come out. I asked if the older kids would leave us there and wait down below the tree line. They left [but] kept on going. I put my younger brother with this girl’s brother at the treeline and told him not to leave or I’d beat him up. He stayed put to see what was going on. They were about 15 feet or so from us when the girl began saying [Mothman] was there. She said not to look at him straight on, or else he’d be very angry. I played along. She said he talked to her mind; he did not talk out loud. It sounded like an imaginary friend so I relaxed, thinking this was going to be easy.

After some time of her telling me he was there, I told her I didn’t believe he was real. I didn’t hear him in my mind. She asked him out loud if he’d talk to my mind, too. I agreed this was okay. I began hearing this buzzing male voice in my head. It startled me. I [wondered if] my mind was making it all up. I saw movement nearby, and asked if I could move closer to it. I suspected that her siblings and friends had constructed some sort of fake monster to scare us; a closer look would allow me to see it clearly. I was allowed to move closer until she said, “stop.” After conversing for some time with this male voice in my head, I [silently] asked if I could move a few more feet to look over the edge of the drop-off. As a test, I asked him to have the girl tell me [the answer. The confirmation came when] she said “yes.” Curious, I moved and saw the drop-off was about 8-10 feet to the forest floor.

Movement to my left caught my eye. I saw what looked like huge, yellowish-orange bird feet with claws.

The legs attached to these were a bright, light green color. They looked jointed, like those of a heron or stork. I was very accustomed to being in the woods and outdoors. I knew birds, frogs, fish and other animals. This moved like a real bird. But my mind said, “No, it can’t be a bird because there are none that big. This has to be fake.” I asked the girl if I could look at her friend more directly, since my sideways vision wasn’t that good. She said it was okay, so I moved my head to look at him nearly straight on. It had wings that were moving a bit like a puppet. I saw a bird’s head with the neck collapsed down into the chest. As I was viewing the arms and lower body, I saw it take a breath in. Yes, it took in a breath… I thought that it had to be a movement of outside air causing this, so I observed this breathing for some time. It indeed appeared to be breathing in [of its own accord].

[Not wanting to believe it was] real, I asked how she and her siblings got that thing up in the trees like that. She said they hadn’t put it there – that he came by himself. I looked all around the base of this thing, but no one was around it. Thinking it was remotely manipulated, I looked further out but there was no one. When it moved, there was no movement from the surrounding area. I asked if I could look into his eyes, as I knew this would tell me whether this thing was actually real or not. She said it was okay, so I looked and saw to my utter horror that it was really real. There was no mistaking the look of a living creature’s eyes. It was sentient; it made eye contact with me. I felt a surge of energy come into my eyes from it. I steadied my spirit in response. I ripped my consciousness away from this flow of intense energy and asked the girl what he was here for. He answered my mind before the girl did. He said that he and his kind were here from another place. They’d been living in our world for some time. They sometimes talked to humans. However, in the past, this had caused some horrified reactions from humans, who then sought to kill them.

So, they withdrew to their own areas and stayed clear of humans. Sometimes they still came into contact with us, but it was rare. This one had been told by the older ones of his kind not to engage humans in talk, as it caused problems for all. [Still] he was lonely for interaction. He found humans to be quite intelligent and accepting, which made him feel good. I asked what his kind would think if they found out he was doing this. I asked if he knew that this girl would be in big trouble with her parents if they knew she’d been talking to him. I told him there’d already been trouble; some of his kind had been seen in the area. He knew about this, but felt it had nothing to do with his talking to this girl. I told him that her people and many others were very scared of them and were searching for them – that he should warn his kind so that they could withdraw to safer areas [until things] died down. I said that he was quite nice to talk to, but that it had to stop before someone got hurt.

My thought was to get out of there and to the house quickly. Once at the house, I began having trouble with vivid visions flashing nonstop through my mind. It was overwhelming me. My mind began to shut down, then my body. I slumped to the ground and sent my brother to get help. I told Dad we had to get inside quick. He asked if someone had a gun. I told him it wasn’t a person or animal, but was something [otherworldly and unexplainable]. Their daughter had been talking to something that wasn’t human; he was a huge bird thing that communicated with our minds. [I said that] he was dumping visions into my mind. We got inside quick. [The men] got their guns. They “covered” each other as they made trips getting the guns. The women drew the blinds and closed up the house. We kids were all sent upstairs to the finished attic.

When the sun went down, we began to hear dogs barking all over the place. Then we began seeing red, glowing orbs outside the window upstairs. Then came loud scratching. There was no tree near the side of the house to cause it. Then loud bangs came; something was hitting the windows. We began to see more detail after the light was turned off. There were hideous faces up close to the glass. We [ran and everybody gathered] in the middle of the house downstairs. Although the curtains were drawn, we could see through them. A very bright light shown over the little bridge that crossed the creek there. Something very tall, with thin extremities, was zipping past the picture window. Someone said that it had to be nearer the light in order to appear to be that big. Then it stopped, as if it heard what we were saying. It began to claw wildly at the window. The girl said not to think anything, as it could hear us thinking. They all thought she was crazy, but I said she was telling the truth. I told Dad it would help if he turned on the TV, since our minds would be on the TV and not other things. He turned it on and it all calmed down for a while.

TV in those days didn’t go all night, unfortunately, so it was eventually turned off.

We were told to lie down and go to sleep. In my sleep, I dreamt about this being. As soon as I did, the siege on the house began again. Something was hitting the windows all over the house. Something was on the roof trying to tear it open. For all the windows and the roof to be attacked simultaneously, it seemed that there had to be quite a few [creatures]. Dad calmed me down and began asking me to think about flowers and dogs instead of the Bird. Eventually, the noise stopped. I was told to sit behind the living room chair and look at a magazine. Dad said to read it, whether it was a good or not. It was a good, so I kept reading until it got light out. Then we made a hasty retreat back home…

That night, I heard scratching on the siding next to my second floor bedroom. Looking out the window, I saw glowing red eyes moving about the yard. Some eyes were further apart than others, suggesting differently [sized creatures]. Soon I could see thin appendages to these things, and large dark wings. The neighbors had a front light, which illuminated these things from the rear. Dad somehow got them to leave. He yelled to me to tell them that he had never hurt me. He ordered me to do this, so I knew I had better do it. I heard him telling them that they couldn’t have me. That did it for me… I locked the window and put the covers over my head. The next day, there were shingles missing from the roof. I got up there and found that it was only over my bedroom. There were long gouges in the underlayment of the roof. I shivered when my brothers said it looked like something had tried to tear the roof apart. From then on, there was one of those things living in the woods behind our house. My brothers and I were forever trying to escape its influence.

I am currently proofreading The Mothman Speaks II, which should be out sometime this summer. One of the letters I was reading today struck me as something that might be of benefit as we approach 2012. Certainly it is during these crisis times that the Mothman-Thunderbird-Garuda makes his presence more known. Perhaps the change represented by this archetypal deity is exactly what is needed to counter the stagnation proferred by the Saturnist/Nazi types, who desperately want to keep things the same – who want to bind compassion and continue exploiting millions of souls. The Heyoka, or Thunderbird witness, becomes a contrarian who – knowing that social reality is an artificial construction – simply refuses to submit to domination in any form.

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It started as a sighting that only later took on a great deal of spiritual significance for me. When I saw the Great Bird, I was sure that it was as real as anything I had ever seen. But thinking back on it, I am not sure now if it was a vision in which I entered another space/time dimension, or if it really was a part of our own natural world. I don’t know if another person standing next to me on that day would have seen the Great Bird as I saw it.

Several years ago, I was working as a counselor in a family mental health clinic in downtown Toledo. I was taking a break, eating my lunch in the car when I noticed a beautiful storm was forming. I love storms and I got out of my car to enjoy the cloud formation and the thunder and lightning. As I was looking off to the west, I noticed a giant bird flying maybe 500 feet above the downtown buildings. I was stunned since this bird was larger than anything I had ever seen in my life. At the time I lived along the banks of the Maumee River, west of Toledo, and I had a few times seen bald eagles. I was always amazed at their massive size. But this bird was so much bigger.

This bird was an extraordinary large bird that looked as big as an airplane. Its wingspan looked 2 to 3 times bigger than that of a bald eagle. Now, when you are looking in the sky, it is very difficult to say for certain how large an object is, or how high up it is. But I can say with certainty that this bird was fantastically large. This great bird was all black. It did not have a pterodactyl or prehistoric appearance. It was just a massive bird that was heading west, gliding effortlessly into a storm while barely moving its wings. As I stood amazed, a thought came to me: “Why is this bird flying into a giant storm?” From what I understand of birds, they usually take cover during bad storms. I thought, “Why isn’t it at least flying away from the storm?”

Gradually, the bird made its way west as it followed the path along the Maumee River and into the storm. The lightning could be seen in the distance, and the bird seemed somehow drawn to it. So, as I watched the bird fly into the storm, the weather started to get very bad, with the wind blowing and the rain starting. I left the parking lot and headed into the building and I told as many people as I could about my sighting. Obviously, I was the subject of a few jokes and giggles. I decided that the “Great Bird” story had best be kept to myself.

It was right at this time that I was about to experience a life-changing event… I got a call, out of nowhere, from a high school principal on the Navajo Reservation in New Mexico to apply for a counseling job there. He said he had been reading my application on an Internet site for New Mexico teachers and administrators, and he thought I would be good for the job. Well, I told him I didn’t remember applying for any jobs in New Mexico. But I decided to go through the interview process. The principal called back after a few days and said that he would like to hire me. But just one thing… He said that he couldn’t remember how he had found me. I told him that he said he found me on the Internet site. He said yes, but he had gone through the site and my application was not there. He told me that I had to go through and fill out the application (quite lengthy) if I wanted to be hired.

I talked to my family and they said they would be willing to make a change. So, I filled out the application and, in a very few days, I was on my way west to New Mexico. But before I left, the vision of the Great Bird kept going through my mind. Suddenly, it hit me like a lightning bolt. That bird was a Thunderbird! It shouldn’t have been too hard to figure out, since the bird headed into a massive storm with lightning all around it. But something else also struck me: that bird was heading west and, in a few days, I would also be heading west.

Later, I learned of the great significance of the Thunderbird to the Native peoples of the Americas. The plains Indians believed that if you dreamt or had a vision of the Great Bird, then you were a Heyoka, a “contrary.” Heyokas do things contrary to established tradition, in a way to get people to see things differently in their own lives and in the tribe. Through their “backward” deeds and actions, they serve as sacred clowns that show the tribe a better way. They are not afraid to break tradition and the things thought of as sacred. They often use laughter as a way to buffer the suffering of life. The Thunderbird represents a powerful spirit and can signify great change. To the plains Indians, the Thunderbird is seen as representative of Wakan Tanka or the Great Spirit.

My Thunderbird sighting signified a time of great change in my life, a time when I would be called to help the Navajos in northern New Mexico. In a larger sense, though, the Thunderbird signifies a great spiritual power that is available to all who seek out the truth and honor the good and holy. The plains Indians also believed that those who had the Thunderbird vision were called to be holy people. I believe the Thunderbird represents the Thunder Beings that emanate the spiritual power of the Great Spirit. I also believe that the Thunder Beings are presently calling all those that have hearts to become more holy (whole), and to be contrarian or Heyoka.

In this age when lies are called truths, slavery is called freedom, war is called peace, and the good and helpful are despised, it is important that a great many are able to think, speak, and act contrary to this, and to live as Heyokas. To live according to the power of the spirit and the power of truth is not easy, but it is a necessity to bring some sanity to an insane world. It may mean that we appear funny, odd, or even foolish, but it is the Heyoka spirit that must be embraced now for the benefit of our world.

So, now I have settled into a town that is the unofficial capital of the Navajo people. It has as its symbol the Thunderbird. Whenever I see my former principal, he always brings up the fact that he can never understand how he found me. So, in my mind, it was meant to be. The Thunder Beings had plans for me here. The Thunderbird was their messenger. But, I believe the Thunderbird spirit has a message for all of us. It is time for us to be the great change that we expect in others. This requires a great deal of commitment, compassion, and understanding. But I believe that there are those holy ones, like the Thunder Beings, who are there to help us along the way. Still, ultimately, we are the ones who must continue on. May the Thunder Beings assist you in your “contrary” spiritual life.

-Grant Lawrence  1/4/09

Wow. Today marks the 30th anniversary for my band, the Interdimensional Vortex League. I didn’t realize the connection to 1/11/11 until now. I suppose this means that the Mothman is behind us from now on. This is good, because the music business can be tough…

We are planning on keeping up with the times, however, by releasing our music and videos on iTunes. Hey, if the Beatles can do it, why not us?

Below is a band bio put together by our old friend, music historian Ben Camp, of Taos Public Radio. Hopefully I will be able to get a couple of new songs posted somewhere in the next few days. It’s always nice to have something to click on…

In the meantime, check out the reviews on Amazon for our Powerdump CD. They are pretty funny:

http://tinyurl.com/45rv8f6

Interestingly, there are Mothy connections here. First off, Harriet showed up in my life, after an 11 year absence, the same month that we started the band. I will have to check with her on the exact date but, at that time, she informed me that my deceased father had come through at a seance she had attended; it was for an article on spiritualism she was writing for the Ohio State Lantern. The message had to do with a “Protector.”

Also, the description below mentions an infamous incident in Austin that may relate to Mothman in the sense that the arrival of a demon in a creek might also be a “call-out” to the Garuda, who is known to “subdue planetary spirits.” It could be that I wasn’t harmed by the entity that assaulted Daniel Johnston and Johnny Martinez because I was immunized – already “Heyoka” – due to my childhood Mothman experiences.

It also makes me wonder if protective Mothy frequencies have found their way into our music. One of the reviewers on Amazon (identity unknown to us at Team Vortex), said exactly this same thing when he describes how the music protects you from all sorts of psychic, “alien” attack. Certainly Johnston’s “eyeball bat” character, found throughout his art, reflects such an idea. In general, it appears that Mothman aids the lives of those who see him. The Native Americans say that those who see the Thunderbird will become healers and artists, and will be rewarded materially in this life.

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The Interdimensional Vortex League (sometimes called I.V. League for short) is an experimental band made up primarily of visual artists, whose goal is to make visually evocative music in an atmosphere completely free of commercial constraints. The band’s output patiently averages about one release every five years. As such, their musical reach has steadily matured and broadened to the point that they now cover almost every genre of music, from the purely experimental to something almost resembling pop. Using an array of musicians from around the world, the band has made forays into grundge, punk, country, jazz, rap, funk, electronic, ambient, sound collage, spoken word, folk, acoustic, trance, and rave. These are multi-talented folks, folks…

The Interdimensional Vortex League records exclusively on location at various “power spots” around the globe, such as mounds, caverns, canyons, and paranormal sighting spots; acoustically unique manmade spaces are also fair game. Some of their more recent “Mothman” songs were recorded entirely on laptop, without the use of external devices. Their sound can range from the extremely polished to the extremely raw. At times, both qualities may appear in the same song, creating a binaural experience that is hard to forget. According to the band’s literature, embedded “mind control” tones elevate the experience to the “Tantric level.” However, this necessitates care because, apparently, “unrestrained kundalini” experiences have been known to spontaneously occur in some listeners, resulting in the occasional “blown pineal gland.”

Before you laugh, it IS true that in published reviews from the 1990s, in magazines like The Austin Chronicle, Option, Factsheet Five, and Sound Choice, listening to Interdimensional Vortex League is consistently described as being both soothing and shocking at the same time – akin to “being in a concentration camp where the voice of Mr. Rogers comes over the loudspeakers.” At the height of its popularity in the late 1990s, the band was labeled “America’s most underground band” by Lisbon’s hip rock magazine, Blitz.

I.V. League was first birthed in January 1981, at the Art Academy of Cincinnati, when two students, Andy Colvin (now known for his films, books, and art on Mothman) and N. Mindrum (elusive arts magnate), began doing a series of field recordings on a handheld Radio Shack cassette tape recorder. The two began adding textured guitar and synthesizer sounds, creating mysterious aural vignettes. With the addition of drummer Matt Baughn (current creative director at design behemoth Deskey) and keyboardist Dave Scott (owner and founder of the Cincinnati Gallery of Conceptual Art), the band was set to make an impact on the local scene. Originally the troupe performed longer, more abstract installation pieces, sometimes playing for hours at a time in museum settings. Soon thereafter, the group went mobile, often playing from the back of a van at prearranged times and locations. The band was way ahead of its time in this regard, as “flashmobbing” wasn’t to come into fashion for another three decades.

The I.V. League’s southern division was formed in the early to mid-1980s when Colvin became a fixture on the Austin, TX music scene. His newly created side project, Ed Hall, became known for its raucous shows, often involving Colvin pulling stunts like singing through dead animal carcasses or tying himself to a doghouse by the neck. More than once, Colvin was forced to physically defend himself against enraged right-wing skinheads, who disliked his political commentary. The band’s appearance in the film Slacker cemented its reputation as a legendary act. Ed Hall’s higher profile allowed Colvin to gain the assistance of several talented Austin artists in League projects, such as renowned Los Angeles painter Marc Trujillo (contributor to the El Mariachi soundtrack), Douglass Randel (founder of the shockingly outlandish Austin band, Queen Penis), actor/filmmaker Luke Savisky (Slacker), keyboardist Scott Van Horn (co-founder of Austin’s freakiest band, Hug), guitar king Gary Chester (co-founder of Ed Hall), mixmaster Nick Maffei (of the infamous Nick and Ed Show), projectionist/filmmaker Bill Daniel (Spectres of the Spectrum), celebrated “celebrity” photographer Bruce Dye, and several members of Squat Thrust, an Austin institution that is still playing “anti-establishment” gigs today.

In one of the most notorious I.V. League experiments, performed in the creek running through the U.T. Austin campus, the help of famous singer-songwriter Daniel Johnston was enlisted. Unfortunately, after the introduction of hallucinogenic substances from an outside source, Daniel found himself rambling in the middle of the creek, at the wrong hour, trying to drive out the demons aroused by the League’s acrobatic performance artist, Johnny Martinez (who had been practicing faux rituals in the creek, in conjunction with Colvin). This late-night exorcism scene was so intense that it found its way into the recent Sony film “The Devil and Daniel Johnston.” The events left Martinez visibly frightened. He was convinced that there really WAS an evil spirit in the creek, and quit the production; the upcoming weekend-long performance had to be aborted. All was not lost, however, as Johnston’s career skyrocketed shortly afterwards… Although Colvin continued making recordings in the creek and elsewhere, he decided to leave Austin in the late 1980s, after disagreements over the musical direction of Ed Hall and the League’s southern branch arose.

Despite these temporary setbacks, Mindrum and Colvin continued to push the envelope on the West Coast in the 1990s. In Seattle, Colvin brought additional Leaguers into the fold, such as the multi-talented brother-sister guitar duo from New Mexico, Andrea and Aaron Chang, world-musician John Schwartz (master of several instruments), East Coast drumming guru Dave Elvin, and Seattle rap savant D.J. Novocaine. Moving beyond the grundgy sound of the Austin days, the band began making spacey, atmospheric music with looping tracks, samples, and a danceable beat, while still retaining the thought-provoking lyrics for which they had become known.

To mark their 30th anniversary in Jan. 2011, the Interdimensional Vortex League began work on iTunes releases of several old and new favorites, accompanied by videos from several phases of their career. People may not have heard of this band before, but rest assured, that is all about to change. As they say in the biz, “When you put in the work, you eventually get noticed.” Already, if one privately asks “alternative music” insiders which bands have stretched the boundaries the most, the name Interdimensional Vortex League inevitably comes up. Try it. I did – that is why I decided to write this bio.

-B.C.

Hold onto your hats, folks. We’ve got another Mothy bombshell – what seems to be a fairly solid link between the Mothman events, UFOS, JFK, and the MIBs. While these have been alluded to by John Keel and Gray Barker, we have always had difficulty matching names and faces. We knew the name of Indrid Cold, for instance, but we couldn’t put a face on him. While I do have a possible photo of him, it still lacks definitive corroboration.

While it is rumored that Indrid Cold had a wife and kids, and that several Ohio Valley families joined his “Lanulos” cult, perhaps it is more important to look at those who may have been involved with Team Cold in their various covert ops. Prior to attending the 2010 Mothman Festival in Pt. Pleasant, we had already ascertained that Cold was probably taking orders from ex-Nazis out of Argentina. They may have given him an antigravity craft, left over from WWII, to fly around in. Several reliable witnesses saw him flying over Pt. Pleasant. It may have been no problem to fly back and forth from S. America very quickly in such a craft, especially if military pilots along the way were pressured to lay off of them (which they apparently were).

First, consider the fact that Indrid made his first appearance on the same night that a gold-encrusted metallic sphere, which was impenetrable to drillbits and heat, fell from the sky about 10 miles away from Pt. Pleasant, in Ripley, WV. Since this story obviously involves an aircraft, and something wrapped in gold, my suspicions immediately went toward the famous Maury Island UFO participant and JFK conspirator, CIA pilot Fred Crisman.

Crisman lived in Tacoma and was known for infiltrating various organizations in the Pacific NW on behalf of defense intelligence. He was also a pilot for SwissAir who was busted for flying gold illegally across international boundaries. Anything involving the Swiss and gold leans in the direction of Nazis, of course. And those of you who have studied the history of nuclear power know that the best way to ship uranium is to wrap it in gold. The item Cold was searching for could have been nuclear, or it may have been a component in the Nazi Bell weapon. The Bell Weapon may have been ensconced somewhere in WV after it – or something similar – fell at Kecksburg, PA in 1965.

Second, consider the fact that an auto accident occurred behind Woody Derenberger just before he met Indrid Cold. This accident would have allowed the road to be blocked while Cold hypnotized Derenberger. After being hypnotized a couple of times, Derenberger was taken to Lanulos, which sounds like a Weimar Republic “jewel in the jungle.” Modern, hi-tech appliances abounded in Lanulos, like the moving walkways we now see in today’s airports. People there went around in the nude, just as the Bohemians had prior to the arrival of Hitler…

While at the Mothman Festival in Sept., I heard the story of a Pt. Pleasant man who was abducted by “aliens” after he stopped to help at the scene of a car wreck. Now really… Why would aliens need to set up a car wreck in order to abduct people? Clearly I had stumbled upon a clear case of terrestrial mind control, one that followed a template used during WWII: setting up roadblocks in order to waylay people.

So, at the festival, I had photos of some of my suspects out on the table. Sure enough, I got verification there – from someone who actually met Indrid Cold – that Crisman, as well as the mysterious turtlenecked MIB photographed by Allen Greenfield in 1969 (at the Charleston, WV UFO convention – see photograph) were BOTH involved with Indrid Cold.

Not only that, but one of my witnesses on Woodward Drive also identified the Greenfield MIB as being present on Woodward throughout 1967 and 1968. This ties the MIBs in Pt. Pleasant to the MIBs in Charleston, and also ties them to the various assassinations that Mothman warned people about.

These assassinations have been linked to NASA by various researchers. And the linkages don’t stop. For instance, Oswald’s next job was going to be with NASA. And Charles Manson, whose Family had tangential links to the RFK assassination, was an ex-Woodward Drive resident. Now we have a better idea why he carved a swastika into his forehead! Sirhan Sirhan, by the way, is rumored to have been flown “east of Lake Michigan,” possibly to Toronto or to Ohio, for his final programming.

Even today, Sirhan does not remember firing wildly into the Ambassador Hotel ceiling. Manson and Sirhan are rumored to have known each other, having partied together at the Spiral Staircase house. Woodward resident Sara Jane Moore, who experienced several bouts with “missing time,” was also in the mix. She suddenly appeared in 1966, just in time for the MIB and Mothman, after being totally off the grid for ten full years. Neither law enforcement, nor her family, could locate her after she abandoned her kids in 1956. We still don’t know where she was and, perhaps, neither does she.

Incredibly, I have heard a report that Mothman was seen flying over Houston’s Johnson Space Center in the early 1980s. And something looking like him was apparently seen at the 1942 Battle of Los Angeles, the nation’s first modern UFO story, which probably involved a Nazi saucer (that just happened to be flying over the Bush family’s adopted neighborhood in Culver City). The military shot thousands of rounds at the Los Angeles UFO. A winged humanoid was also seen flying alongside Nazi “foo-fighters” at that time but, as Keel noted, this aspect was edited out of the mainstream news. Clearly, it seems Mothman has been wanting us to look at this Nazi-NASA-UFO angle for a long time. Does this mean the ex-Nazis had something to do with the Silver Bridge collapse? Perhaps, when one considers that the Bell weapon sends out deep vibrations that can work bolts loose from any structure. Even if it were deep underneath the TNT Area, it still could have affected the aluminum bolts of the Silver Bridge which, coincidentally, were designed by J.P. Morgan’s American Bridge company.

While Morgan had a history of hiring saboteurs like Aleister Crowley (followers of whom were present in Pt. Pleasant during Mothman), it is unlikely that the bridge collapse was purposeful. It was probably just a byproduct of secret weapons development, like so many other of our social ills…

Even today, we hear stories of strange Mothman-like sightings. We have had them most recently in Parkersburg, WV (above the Blennerhassett Island Mound and the Oil and Gas Museum), in Nuremberg, Germany (right after I first blogged about the Nazi connection to Mothman) and in Los Angeles. The timing of the L.A. sightings may relate to the errant “missile” that was seen recently. These errant L.A. missile sightings go back at least until 1972, when Gemstone File author Bruce Roberts related them to the activities of the Watergate “plumbers” (assassins) and their ex-Nazi bosses – the developers of modern terrorism and Al Qaeda. Bank of America and GM were amongst Roberts’ favorite Gemstone bogeymen. Today, these two companies are still causing mischief, by milking the treasury and stealing homes. In fact, BoA is said to be the subject of the next Wikileaks leak. In 2004, Mothman witness Harriet Plumbrook, along with several thousand other people, saw a missile get shot down with a laser above San Francisco. Mothman sightings were seen all over the West Coast that year, including in Malibu, CA (near a shrine to the goddess Kali).

In an amazing synchronicity, Roberts’ father died just two or three weeks before my own father died in 1972. Roberts claimed his father had been given cancer by the Watergate plumbers, who must have been associated in one form or another with David Ferrie. The primary methods for causing the cancer were 1) needle stick with uranium, 2) needle stick with cancer causing virus, and 3) inhalation of nickel dust. My father worked in the rare metals division of Carbide, which handled pure nickel. Carbide and its subsidiary in Germany, Linde, were primarily responsible for the Manhattan Project and our massive plutonium production after the war, so uranium was readily available, too. Linde also developed synthetic gems, such as the ones Roberts claimed to have invented. In fact, the inventor of the laser, Maiman, claimed that Roberts, a former OSS officer, worked for Linde when he gave Maiman the particular synthetic rubies that finally worked in the laser. Roberts, upset over his father’s murder and the fact that he never received proper compensation for his inventions, spent the rest of his life trying to expose the military industrial complex.

It is said that the James Bond film Diamonds Are Forever is based on the events that inspired Roberts’ Gemstone File: the surreptitious takeover of the Howard Hughes empire by Aristotle Onassis. Those wanting to an easy-to-understand outline of how such things work can also check out the new Mel Gibson film, The Edge of Darkness. Just change the location of the movie from “Massachusetts” to the “TNT Area” and insert the name “Carbide” instead of “Northmoor,” and you will understand how and why the MIB wreaked havoc on the town of Pt. Pleasant during Mothman. Unfortunately, there is no Mothman in Edge of Darkness to save the day. We therefore should be thankful that we had Mothman in WV, and that he is still around today, throwing wrenches into the wicked plans of the international mafia.

Nicole Brodeur of The Seattle Times recently wrote an interesting column about the death of Subpop Records executive Andy Kotowicz, who was killed in a fiery auto accident in Seattle. It seems that after he died, Kotowicz appeared and spoke to the shop owner who rescued Kotowicz’s daughter from the burning car wreckage. Such stories are common to those of us who investigate the paranormal:

Kenny Johnson is a hero. This is a fact. This we know.

Chris Cartier recently wrote an interesting article in The Seattle Weekly about a Seattle man who has witnessed an unusual number of deaths. One could say that this falls within Forteana:

About 20 minutes after Michael Yohannes was shot and killed on the corner of Second Avenue and Pike Street a week ago Tuesday afternoon, in what may have been a gang-related incident, eyewitness Paul Hamilton was standing nearby looking more annoyed than shocked. Turns out that Yohannes wasn’t the first person Hamilton has seen get killed downtown—it was, he says, the sixth.

The first deaths that Hamilton, a 40-year-old housing agent at Quick Switch Rentals, says he witnessed involved three people in 1986. He was standing between Pike and Union Streets when a car came crashing out of an upper story of a parking garage, landing on another man below. The crash apparently killed the driver, who had just suffered a heart attack, causing him to accelerate out of the building. It also killed his wife, who was riding shotgun. “All of a sudden this car comes though the wall,” Hamilton recalled. “It decapitated the man it landed on. It was the first time I’d ever seen a head roll down the street.”

The next death, he says, was in 1999: He and his wife were at Westlake Center when they saw two men arguing. One pulled out a gun and shot the other several times. “It just dropped him to the ground, dead,” he says.

The fifth fatality occurred, he says, just two years ago while he was waiting for a bus home. He says that all of a sudden a man pushed a woman in front of a bus, killing her instantly. “There was a big commotion and you could hear the woman’s head get crushed,” he says. “It was terrible.”

After the latest death he witnessed on Tuesday, Hamilton says it’s starting to “get annoying.”

“I had never really thought about it before, but after this last time, the bodies started piling up in my head,” he says.

Luckily Hamilton seems to have a strong stomach. He says that immediately after last week’s shooting, “my wife [and I] just looked at each other, ’cause we were supposed to be getting some dinner, and said ‘Where are we gonna eat now?’” All the commotion and blocked-off streets limited their options: “We had to settle for Subway.”