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I just returned from the Mothman Festival in Pt. Pleasant, WV, where I spoke on recent developments in the Mothman world (special thanks to the guys at Ghostly Talk Radio for recording the events and for allowing me to change my speaking time). In the week prior to the event, a synchronistic thing happened. While packing up and moving my house, I found a paint can key, which is used to open paint cans and also soda bottles. I began wondering why these two functions were included in the same tool. I had seen the tool even as a young boy, so I knew that they had been around for decades. I figured it had to do with allowing painters to open beer or soda bottles while on break.

I thought back to earlier this summer, too, when I had researched ways to buy off-brand paints to save money (the paint sellers were telling me that recent price increases were due to the price of oil). I discovered that several brands were manufactured in Cleveland, original home of the Rockefellers and Big Oil. The Rockefellers most likely control the paint industry due to the necessity of using oil in all paints. Also, the Rockefellers probably control the soda industry, too, which would explain why paint can openers also open soda bottles. That way, they kill two marketing birds with one stone. I won’t even get into the fact that Osama bin Laden reportedly controls a key element of all sodas, namely gum arabic. There’s no way the big cola companies don’t know the whereabouts of Osama, since they have to pay him all the time for his gum arabic.

The synchronistic aspect of the paint can key is that about an hour after mulling these things over, I watched an episode of Millenium. In that episode, a symbol eerily similar to the paint can key is found on the body of several suicide victims. These victims are all genetically engineered women who are killing themselves because their mad scientist “father” is about to die of lung failure. Actor Brad Dourif, originally from West Virginia, plays a conspiracy theorist in the episode who, in the end, runs off with the remaining women to continue their Nazi-like experiments in hiding. There are several episodes along this theme in Millenium, many of which seem to tie into the Rockefeller-Nazi shenanigans seen so often in the study of Mothman events.

Before reaching Pt. Pleasant, I landed in Columbus, OH. Driving away from the airport, I noticed that the Iron Mountain Corporation has a large new facility in Columbus. Many readers will recognize this as the same Iron Mountain that was originally spawned in NY by the Rockefellers in their quest to dominate the nuclear industry. Nowadays, Iron Mountain is flourishing within the new data-storage industry. They sometimes “lose” data from their white vans, unfortunately, so one could say also that they are into “data-mining” as well. We just don’t know exactly who is doing the mining yet… Another place I drove by is the original location of Jeffrey Steel, which has been under dispute for some time because of all the pollution there. Even though the land is polluted, the city has agreed not to fine the new owner if suits are filed later. A nice gesture from the City… The Jeffrey family is said to be the family that originally gave the Bush family their start in Columbus…

Another place I drove through before getting to Pt. Pleasant was Midway, WV, home of the notorious Indrid Cold. I was shocked to see that in the few short months since I first publicized the fact that arch-Mason George Washington once owned the town, the Red House estate to which he was connected has been turned into the City Hall for the adjoining town of Eleanor. The renaming of this landmark further obscures his connection to the area. One would think that locals would want the Washington connection heightened, not obscured, so the whole thing is odd. By the way, the Eleanor police station is where Woody Derenberger would go to pick up packages for his mysterious “boss,” whose identity still remains a secret.

Before heading to the festival, I spent some time with my sister Loretta at her famously haunted home in Tornado, WV. She lives very close to a street called Millenium Way, along the Coal River. The Coal River was the first major industrial thoroughfare in WV, as it was used to bring coal into Charleston that was to be turned into oil. Yes, that’s right; the first industrial use of coal was as a precursor for oil. If you put it under enough pressure, you can squeeze a lot of oil out of it. West Virginia was thus the first state to mass produce oil. There are dams along the Coal which date back to the mid-1800s. The coal train still runs alongside the river today, ferrying bituminous from the southern coalfields. Interestingly, the mouth of the Coal is called “Indian Head,” indicating that it was once a major Indian settlement. The mouth of the Coal was also the site of one of the pivotal battles of the Civil War: the Battle of Scary Creek. There, the South gained its first significant victory.

Across the river from the mouth of the Coal is Institute, WV, where Carbide/Farben carried on the tradition of “making oil” during WWII by manufacturing synthetic rubber and oil for the U.S. military and, it seems, the Nazis. This is where the intriguing Tad Jones UFO sighting occurred, as covered by John Keel in The Mothman Prophecies. While relaxing in front of a fire in my sister’s backyard along the Coal, she informed me that she had a late-night Man in Black encounter when she was only 4 yrs. old. This would have been 1950, exactly when John Keel said West Virginia UFO contactees were being studied intensely by the Army. My sister says the MIB went through all of her dresser drawers while she pretended to be asleep. He was thorough and methodical, and not interested in her in the least. He was obviously after something. This immediately made me think of my father’s potential involvement in the Philadelphia Experiment. No doubt they were tracking anyone who had been at Norfolk, in order to make sure they were not hiding documents or other information that might spill the beans.

When I finally got to Pt. Pleasant, another interesting synchronicity occurred involving the number 11, a process I mentioned in my previous post. Actually, it didn’t happen to me, but to a surprise guest who showed up at the festival. He was the second boy I knew who lived in the infamous “Mothman vortex” house on Woodward Drive. His name is Steve Slack. I had not seen Slack in probably 20 years, and he was not aware that I was coming to the festival. His reason for being there is that he now lives in Pt. Pleasant. He is a long-time riverboat captain on the Ohio, and living in Pt. Pleasant is convenient for him. Slack had moved into the Woodward Drive house in the late 1960s, right after Tommy Burnham had moved out. Interestingly, Slack was present at my house in 1973 when my sister accidentally took the photo of what we now think was a Garuda looking in the kitchen window.

The entity had apparently followed me home after I had seen it at Slack’s house earlier that week. Slack was standing next to my sister when she snapped the photo. During my talk at the festival, Slack was in the audience, and he raised his hand to make a comment. He stated that he has been plagued by the number 11 for many years. He will wake up in the middle of the night and it will be 1:11, and so on. He asked me what I thought of it, and I went into the details mentioned in my previous post about the Masons, George Washington, and how two of my watches had stopped at 1:11 just a couple of weeks before. Seeing Slack at the festival was a pleasant shock. His words were further evidence that almost everyone on Woodward Lane was affected by the phenomenon in one way or another. 

Speaking of my watches stopping, several locals came up to me with theories attempting to explain why the watches had stopped. First off, they were incensed with the actions of the bombastic Col. J. Platypus Maddoxtopus, Ph.DDS (a pseudonym), also known as “The Galaxy’s Greatest Cryptozoologist®,” and his scientific cohort, Dr. Germaine Noordeman Quark (also a pseudonym). J-Plat and Quark had gone onto various national talk shows and, in a clear display of poor taste, said “bad” things about John Keel immediately after his death. Rather than celebrate the deceased person’s achievements – as is typically done in the wake of anyone’s passing (no matter how despicable they were in life) – J-Plat and Quark ignored Keel’s groundbreaking work and wonderful sense of humor and, instead, tried to paint him as a paranoid, isolated, antisocial figure. This is merely a continuation, of course, of the passive-aggressive attacks they have launched at him throughout his career. It’s just that, in this case, no one could believe they would stoop so low as to do it again at his electronic wake. The locals in Pt. Pleasant seemed to feel that the stopping of my “Tour de France” and “Coleman” watches was an indication that J-Plat and Quark might be some sort of Masonic operators manipulating the Mothman-UFO-cryptozoology scene. Locals cited J-Plat’s “omnipresence” in the media, his twisting of the original Mothman Curse from one of “Indians vs. Whites” to one of “Mothman vs. Mothman researchers,” and his propagation of hoaxes and kitsch over the years. A couple of them seemed to feel that J-Plat was in cahoots with the host of the “Ghost to Ghost” program – i.e., that Ghost to Ghost only  interviews paranormal researchers, like Maddoxtopus, who take a limited, politically safe “cryptozoological” approach that supports the status quo. True tales of a benevolent, perhaps Moorish, deity are not allowed on a show that sees our country as controlled quite nicely, thank you, by a Masonic elite engaged in an epic battle with the descendants of the Moors in the Middle East (i.e., Muslims).

As some sort of evidence that Mothman might now be protecting the legacy of John Keel, I was told that on the first night of the festival, there was a mysterious technical failure that ruined the world premiere of a documentary film put together by one of J-Plat’s seeming proteges, Jason Bates Spock (a pseudonym). Spock had spent 6 years making and hyping the film only to see its premiere go down in flames. Money and assistance had been given to Spock from a college in D.C. connected to the intelligence establishment. Every wheel that could have been greased for “his” project had been greased, including spots on Ghost to Ghost early on, long before the film was ever edited. The bogus message that Mothman is just another cryptozoological oddity, with no special powers, had been blocked. Was the premiere’s failure an example of the “Mothman Curse” in action? Some locals thought so. Those who saw it later said that it is no different than the others, a “commercial” venture that merely looks at the dramatic, titillating “surface” of the situation – perfect for drawing advertisers. After the theater emptied out, J-Bate was seen arguing with a woman in the middle of Main Street, seemingly inebriated (although we don’t know this for sure). The police were apparently called, however they were busy with a fistfight occurring outside another bar down the street. It was a wild night and I’m sorry I missed it… I haven’t seen the film, which Spock falsely claimed on Ghost-to-Ghost was the only film to carry extended interviews with Mothman witnesses. Perhaps Spock’s most serious mistake was agreeing with the host that Mothman was dangerous and tried to “attack” witnesses. Any archetypal protector deity would naturally take offense to this… In the Mothman’s case, he only seems to “attack” ignorance, a state of mind often created when elite conspirators attempt to suppress others. Mothman only uses psychological means in revealing the truth: through word, image, and the mind-blowing manipulation of space and time – which includes “technical malfunctions.”