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Here is the list of winners in the GENERAL category for Mothy Talk’s “Top 12 Spooks of 2012″ (sponsored by “The Hypno-Cat That Controls Facebook and the World”). Note that the editors of Mothy Talk use a loose definition for “spook,” referring to anyone who has gained easy access to the top levels of conspiracy or the paranormal by selling research that somehow leads people down dead-end pathways, diverts them to ridiculous notions or time-wasting causes, or conveniently stops short of naming names.

Honorable Mentions:

-Jack “The Holographic Computer From the Future Spoke to Me on the Phone” Sarfatti

-Al “I Gave Andrew Gasbagio His Time-Travel Ideas” Bielek

-John “I Got My Time-Travel Ideas From Al Bielek” Titor

-Jerome “I Think ETs Are Mutilating Cattle, Not Scientists Working for Mining Companies” Clark

12. Peter “I Sometimes Impersonate a Satanic Wizard and Mysteriously Travel the World in Search of the Answers to Why Manson Was Impacted by Indian Mounds Instead of Catholic Nazi Oilmen” Levenda

11. Richard “NASA Has a Base on Mars, Stuff Is Going to Hit the Earth Tomorrow, and I Can Come Back From the Dead More Times Than a Cat Possessed by the Evil Spirit of the Sphinx” Hoagland

10. David “I Stole the Reptilian Idea from Peter D. Beter and Blended it With Decent Research About Elite Bloodlines in Order to Make Your Brain and Wallet Explode” Icke

9. Alex “The Guvmint is Out to Get You, Although the Corporations and My Bank Account Are Not” Jones

8. Gerald “The CIA Pays Me to Plagiarize Stuff on JFK and More Because I Look Like Some Kind of Bug That Would Survive a Nuclear Holocaust” Posner

7. Robert “I’m Running You off Your Ranch for the Minerals For My Spaceship-Manufacturing Corporation” Bigelow

6. John “I Will Ruthlessly Live Inside Your Mind Because I Can Pay Politically Naive Mind-Control Scientists and Psychics With My Military Credit Card to Make You Believe in Aliens and My Superiority” Alexander

5. George “I Will Live Unashamedly Inside Your Pocket and the Pocket of the Military Industrial Complex Anytime It Suits Me, Because I Can” Noory

4. David “I Understand Every Fucking Thing About the Universe, Even Though It is All Regurgitated” Wilcock

3. Andrew “I Am a Lawyer and Time-Traveler Who Saved Our Great Republic With My Tamperproof Storyline” Basiago

2. Loren “I Am a ‘Behavioral Expert’ Who Has Trained ‘Tens of Thousands of Law Enforcement Personnel’ Not to Believe in MK-ULTRA Mass Shootings, But Who Believes That a Real, Physical Bigfoot is Hiding in the Trees and That There is a Real, Undiscovered Dinosaur-Bird That Puts Death Curses on People” Coleman

1. Steve “Millions of Giant Nephilim Are Massing Nearby, Ready to Pounce on Your Disposable Income Before I Do” Quayle

Here is the list of winners in the UFOLOGY category for Mothy Talk’s “Top Twelve ‘Spooks’ of 2012″ (sponsored by “Mothman’s Hallucination Guide” magazine). Note that the editors of Mothy Talk use a loose definition for “spook,” referring to anyone who has gained easy access to the top levels of conspiracy or the paranormal by selling research that somehow leads people down dead-end pathways, diverts them to ridiculous notions or time-wasting causes, or conveniently stops short of naming names.

Honorable Mentions:

-Jordan “I Am Such a Nice Guy You Have to Believe Me” Maxwell

-Stephen “I Am Such a Great Organizer That You Should Board the Spaceships Now, In Time For Hors D’ouevres” Bassett

12. Whitley “I Was Possibly Mind-Controlled by the Ex-Nazis, But My Story About Repeated Alien Abduction is Still True and Profitable” Strieber

11. Stanton “I Am an ‘Ancient’ Alien Researcher Who Also Builds Nuclear Weapons, So You Can Trust My Scientific Opinion” Friedman

10. Steven “Always At the Center of Attention” Greer

9. Leslie “I’m Very Serious and Respectable, So Disclosure is Imminent!” Kean

8. Nick “I Come From the World Government, Which Reagan Said You Could Trust” Pope

7. Lisa and Stan “We Are Married and Knee-Deep in Alien Shit” Romanek

6. Derrell “I Hunt Aliens and Anything Else That Will Make Me Popular With the MK-Chicks” Sims

5. Roger “You Wouldn’t Believe How Real the ETs Are to Me” Leir

4. Sean David “If You’ve Got A Trust Fund, I’ve Got an Off-World Investment For You” Morton

3. David “You’ll Believe it All Happened In a Spaceship After You Leave My Office With Unusual Pains” Jacobs

2. Richard “I Sound Really Smart and Reasonable, But I Sell ‘Disclosure’ More Than Anyone Else” Dolan

1. Giorgio “My Hair is Evidence of Alien Contact” Tsoukatos

The following text appears in my upcoming book, The Mothman Squeaks. It was written in 2009 and originally appeared on The Mothman’s Photographer discussion list on Yahoo, although it had been written about there, as well, when the events originally happened in 2006. The events were also covered on radio shows like The Grassy Knoll. Below, I describe how the whole 11:11 thing got started in 2006. Since all of my “synchroconspiratorial” Mothman discussion lists have been heavily monitored by the spooks, it would have been very easy for any anti-Fortean double agents there – who must have been alarmed at the revelations that real synchronicity was doling out – to plot a secret plan to control future “Masonic” and “Synchromysticism” research. Armed with previously uncovered CIA briefing documents that clearly lay out how to subvert conspiracy research, we now know that the goals of such plots are usually to misdirect the public and fool researchers who might not be too quick on the uptake. In this particular case, such disinformation might include highly gratuitous “synthetic synchronicities” and unusually watered-down “name games,” which would subtly lead away from the true meanings of 11:11 or other Twilight Language/synchronicity memes. The idea would be to steer our budding young crop of “Synchromysticists” in the U.S. away from any corporations or agencies responsible for the shooting tragedies to which these synchronous symbols supposedly relate. In other words, to “mystify” synchronicity… Per plan, synchronicity research will become fused with tragedy in the public mind. This will be sufficient to keep most people from studying it for years to come – just as was done to Mothman research with the notoriously irresponsible “Mothman Deathlist.”

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[from "The Mothman Squeaks"...]

As I was editing the following section on April 8th, 2010, I watched a rerun of William Shatner’s talk show, Raw Nerve, where he interviewed Leonard Nimoy. Nimoy, who played Mr. Spock on Star Trek, stated that the inspiration for his art career really began when he started splitting his fingers in his famous “Vulcan” greeting on the show. He explained that the V-shaped gesture represents the Hebrew name for God, and that this led him to explore the shekina, or feminine force of God, in his photography. Coincidentally, the splitting of the fingers (not counting the thumb) forms the numbers “11:11.”

As many of you know, I have been following certain “name game” and number threads throughout my research. One of these, as discussed in The Mothman’s Photographer III, is the “11:11” mystery. These four numbers add up to 4, of course – another number that comes up a lot. For instance, we had a rash of sightings of the “Four Mothmen” in the last couple of years. In 2006, the 11:11 mystery first reared its head when a fellow Mothman researcher, John Frick, saw a van near Cleveland with the license plate “11-1L.” He and I were looking into the case of a woman in Youngstown who claimed to have experienced a multitude of paranormal events. Although she had declined my offer to film her testimony on video, Frick had gone to visit her. As he was leaving the area, a strange van carrying possible Men in Black had driven alongside him for quite a while on the interstate. Tragically, a week later, two people close to Frick died, on 11/11/06. As this was happening, he and I – as well as Mothman experiencer Harriet Plumbrook – were receiving blank phone messages from the number “000-000-0000.”

Oddly, the same weekend Adam Gorightly and I were having our MIB-Squirrel encounters last June in Santa Clara, Harriet woke up outside of her house, in the wee hours, with cuts on her wrist. Harriet’s experience symbolically echoed the name of one of Indrid Cold’s cohorts, “Terry R. Wriste.” The “tearing of the wrist” is thought to be a Masonic symbol… Synchronistically, that same weekend I was told by plant expert Louise Lacey that she had found 11 sets of different plant species on top of Sedona, Arizona’s most sacred hill. There were only 22 plants on top, with two versions of each species present – two sets of 11, or “11:11.” Louise, Adam, and I visited the “runways” of Morgan Territory that weekend, where we discovered that the original inhabitants, the Volvon Indians, had worshipped a Mothman-like creature called “Molluk” – the same creature represented by the Republican’s Great Stone Owl in Bohemian Grove… By the way, Harriet’s father was a Swedish-American Mason with intelligence connections. One wonders if Masonic Intel groups are still tracking Mothman experiencers to this day, or if experiencers like Harriet are simply manifesting new clues in physical form. According to Harriet, these cuts have appeared before, and they always seem to come in sets of approximately 10. When I asked her if there could be 11 of them, she said that that is possible; she hadn’t thought to count them each time it happened. Their appearance seems to be part of a periodic revelatory pattern, which signals the experiencer to notice clues.

Just last night, I opened The Mothman Prophecies to a random page and found that Indrid Cold’s name was repeatedly misspelled by a major UFO organization as Indrid “Kuld.” Keel thought that this was most mysterious. Since “kuld” typically translates as “gold,” and “Indrid” relates to both Sweden and the fire god, Indra (who battles the Garuda-Mothman), an interesting set of possibilities arises as to why Indrid and his buddies chose their particular aliases. Indrid’s name may be an indication that he was on the side opposite Mothman. If Indrid’s full name means “hot gold,” then the recovery – during Mothman – of a golden sphere in Ripley, WV (which resisted high temperatures) becomes more prescient. Was gold merchant Fred Crisman of the CIA involved in the area, perhaps with Indrid Cold? Were these golden spheres related to the Nazi Bell weapon that one suspects was being developed at Carbide’s Institute plant or at the TNT Area? Are Harriet’s cuts – their relationship to the “tearing of the wrist” – a synchronistic indication that it was Indrid Cold who came to her house in 1968, in order to “investigate” the attempt made on her father’s life?

When I asked Harriet her opinion of the possible photo of Indrid Cold I had found in a magazine, she stated that the man looked like he might have been a member of the family of Jack Bruno, the mobster who lived next door to her. Bruno disappeared after entering the penal system following his conviction for racketeering. According to the investigating “FBI” agent, Harriet’s dad was mistakenly car-bombed instead of Bruno. The FBI agent drove the same kind of car as Indrid, a VW beetle – an odd car for an FBI agent. It seems possible that this was really Indrid impersonating an FBI agent. Indrid’s buddy, psychiatrist Alan Roberts, was treating Tommy Burnham just a couple of doors away from Harriet. Indrid could easily have gotten to Woodward Drive from Midway by taking backroads, thus avoiding possible detection by local police, who vigorously patrol the main river route, Washington Street, between Nitro and Mound.

John Frick recently told me about another event that happened around the same time as the MIB van sighting. Soon after he had seen the van, he had gotten a strange call from a number in Akron, Ohio, which is more or less where he had been when he encountered the van. When he traced the number to a physical address, he found that it was 1111 Independence Ave. in Akron.

He thought that this was highly synchronistic, and he was right. But there was more… When I did a Google search of the address, I found that it was at the back of a mall that had originally been an Indian sacred spot. As I found with the Grand Mound in Seattle, these spots often have a complex magnetic field – high and low frequencies mixed together. This can cause a wide range of paranormal effects on the human mind, from seeing entities to gaining synchronistic insights. Most amazingly, there are two buildings at 1111 Independence, and both look like the number “1” from above. Together they form the number 11 or, if looking at them upside down, the letters “TT.”

A year or two after the Frick’s sighting of the MIB van, another set of storage buildings were built on the 1111 property. Amazingly, these new buildings form the letters “111L” when viewed from the sky!

To make this a little more complicated, one hears stories about Masonic children having their births arranged for the date 11/11. Marjorie Cameron, wife of occultist and rocket scientist Jack Parsons, claimed that her birth was arranged for that date. According to Gorightly, the notorious Charles Manson was born on 11/11, not 11/12 as popularly believed. If Manson were the illegitimate son of a high-level Mason like Justice Biddle or Prescott Bush (“Col. Scott”), there may have been some controversy over whether or not to arrange his birth for 11/11. This may have resulted either in his being born a day late, or a cover story being created to make it seem like he was born a day late. At any rate, Manson lived for a time in WV on, or in close proximity to, land that was once owned by George Washington, our nation’s most famous 33rd-degree Mason.

Indrid Cold also lived on land once owned by Washington. Washington most likely owned the land on which Pt. Pleasant’s TNT Area – “home” of Mothman – was later built. Washington may have even been ultimately responsible for the murder of Chief Cornstalk, which instigated the “Mothman Curse” on Pt. Pleasant. Washington was the chief U.S. military authority in Virginia at the time. The symbol most associated with Washington is the obelisk, which indirectly ties him to the Egyptian queen of obelisks, Hatshepsut, whose mummy was recently identified. Hatshepsut worshipped the goddess Mut, whose name and symbology correspond with the entities seen on Woodward Drive: the Virgin Mary and Mothman.

“Mut” backwards is “tum,” the first syllable of “tumuli,” the name given to earthworks built along ley lines. Add an “a” to “tum,” and you have “Atum,” the Egyptian god arising from mounds. Atum and Mut are a kind of “Adam and Eve” couple.

Mut was most often depicted as a white vulture. She was considered a primal deity, associated with the waters from which everything was born through parthenogenesis. She also was depicted as a woman with the crowns of Egypt upon her head. The rulers of Egypt each supported her worship in order to emphasize their own authority and right to rule. Some of Mut’s many titles included “World-Mother,” “Eye of Ra,” “Queen of the Goddesses,” “Lady of Heaven,” “Mother of the Gods,” and “She Who Gives Birth, But Was Herself Not Born of Any,” indicating that she is self-birthing like Atum. These titles reveal Mut to be the primary mother goddess deity of ancient times. The title “Eye of Ra” implies that she represents the perceiving consciousness of Ra, the sun god, who is generally viewed as male.

If this same idea is applied to the “Eye of Horus” crop circle of 2004, which occurred during a spate of Mothman synchronicities at the Serpent Mound (where a snake is either eating or regurgitating an egg), you get the sense that someone is drawing our attention to the feminine aspects of the birdman-serpent relationship. When one looks at George Washington’s “feminine” Masonic apron, one sees a peculiar Masonic symbol: four columns at each corner of a square platform.

The platform is depicted with more visual perspective than usual, allowing the columns to be read as four 1’s with a slight space between: 11:11! Now we can begin to understand the reason 11/11 was chosen as a date for Masonic ops. This symbolism seems to have bled over into Christianity, too, for the four columns may relate to the Bible’s mysterious koan about the “four angels at the corners of the Earth.” As my grandfather, Ed Gibson, used to say when asked about those four angels, our world – our reality – would “have to be square and flat, now wouldn’t it?”

One likely Masonic operation I recently studied was the Centralia, WA massacre of 11/11/1919. Even though it could never be proved who shot who first, the deaths of five American Legion veterans on that day was erroneously spun in the media, sparking off a vicious, nationwide crackdown on labor unionists. The Wobblies were accused of shooting the Legionaires in cold blood, leading to mass arrests (such as the Palmer raids) and, in some cases, lynchings of innocent labor organizers. Although it was later shown that the Legionaires had attacked the Wobblies first, the damage to Labor was done, leading to greater hardships for the working class during the ensuing Great Depression.

Were the Masons involved in the fight against decent wages? Interestingly, I received a notice on Aug. 12, 2009 that a bookstore in Centralia wanted to buy my copy of a rare book about the incident, The Wobbly War. As many of you know, Aug. 12th was Aleister Crowley’s favorite occult power day, and we have seen covert ops every year during that week of August. Last year, it was the Bigfoot Body and the Texas Chupacabras, both of which turned out to be hoaxes after generating hundreds of thousands of webclicks for Loren Coleman and the cryptozoologists… Like most paranormal hoaxes, these manufactured charades are designed to distract from American military strikes in other parts of the world. Last year the attacks were in Russian Georgia; this year they were in Afghanistan and Pakistan, both of which were hit with U.S. “surges” on or around Aug. 12th.

In the first week of August this year, a Mothman crop circle apparently appeared in Goes, Holland, which was hyped on Coast to Coast – a show that has touted several different hoaxed Mothman photos.

Strangely, the show has ignored what is likely the only documentable photo of Mothman, taken by my sister in 1973. Is this because the 1973 photo shows none of the “red eyes” or other “demonic” evidence preferred by the show’s host, George Noory? A week after the hyping of the Mothman crop circle, a lady from Kentucky claimed to have had an apocalyptic dream of Mothman, which was reported to Forteans West. Regardless of whether or not this particular report is legit, the creation of apocalyptic scenarios is a common tactic among agent provocateurs, as it sets up a situation where the subject matter can be easily debunked when the apocalypse doesn’t pan out. But “Mothman” doesn’t work in apocalyptic ways. The clues are almost always small and indirect, and they appear less in dreams than in everyday, synchronistic events.

My favorite hoax this August was the “Orbs Over WV Nuke Plant” video, which shows four white orbs flying around the stacks of a WV power plant. The video is very realistic, but not quite “right.” Whether the orbs are doctored into the footage or just real, ordinary drone surveillance craft, the spinning of the orbs as “extraterrestrial” fits the bill. It gets people off of thinking about U.S. aggression and bogus healthcare reform (which Obama oddly chose to push during the same week, probably because any real reform would be doomed to failure amid so many other distractions)… On Aug. 12th, the idea was floated that Manson’s “wife,” Squeaky Fromme, might be soon be released from prison. Two days later, on Aug. 14th, Squeaky was indeed released.

That same day, Aug. 14th, I put on my “Tour de France” watch and noticed that it had stopped working. The watch had been purchased a year or two prior, in Pasadena. I had gone there trying to get a feel for former occult residents Jack Parsons and Marjorie Cameron. I looked at my dead watch on Aug. 14th and noticed that it had stopped at the time of 1:11.

I looked at the date and it read “1,” even though it was the 14th. When one adds the time (1:11) with the date (1), one gets “11:11.” The watch had been working fine previously, raising an interesting question: how did the watch get to be 13 days off while still showing the correct time? Confounded, I reached for my backup watch, made by the Coleman company. Unbelievably, it too had stopped at 1:11! One senses that these sorts of synchronicities arise in order to give us information. They are shortcuts to secrets that would probably take years to ascertain by normal means. They often coincide with elite ops designed to hoodwink the public, thus providing the public with an invaluable tool for tracking sociopolitical reality. Since Loren Coleman is known for his excitement over the occult surges of August, and because my “Coleman” watch had stopped at 1:11 along with the one from Pasadena, I naturally wondered if there was some connection between Coleman and the Masons, or the O.T.O. – of which Crowley, Parsons, Cameron, L. Ron Hubbard, Manson (probably), and a couple of other early Mothman investigators were members.

We had a similar hum during the run-up to the 2004 election. Mind control?

http://www.king5.com/news/Strange-hum-keeping-West-Seattle-awake-168713766.html

On Thursday, May 17th, I received the following email from one of my Mothy experiencers living in Seattle, who saw what may have been Mothman a few years ago. This witness also recently had a dream about Crowley’s “Lam” entity, despite not knowing anything about Lam or Crowley. In fact, “Lam” was calling himself “Mr. Dora” – a seeming reference to the genesis of the MIB in the Ohio Valley (via I.G. Farben’s Dora rocketworks):

“I think the Garuda is in Seward Park today. Yesterday (Wednesday), I saw an owl and, today, I saw a bunch of rabbits. Today, I decided for some reason to walk in the complete opposite route that I usually walk. As I was coming up the hill, I saw something walking between some trees. I thought it was a deer but, then, I realized it was walking ‘upright’ and had a big feathery arm or capelike protrusion. When I focused on it and moved towards it, it disappeared.”

Are we looking at a possible mass event (earthquake, etc.) here, or is this is a “personal” sighting?

Also… While I don’t have any solid proof, the local Mothy scuttlebutt is that Mothman has ENTERED THE INTERNET. How people have come to believe this is yet to be determined, but it would be funny to see what proof there is. Anything coming through the screen could be CGI’d. But this Mothman on the Internet idea is still an interesting one, in that one of the Garuda’s roles is to “subdue planetary spirits.” Since we are fairly sure that at least some small percentage of the MIB sightings are of ethereal beings (also called “ultraterrestrials”), we can therefore assume that certain MIB activity could trigger Mothman activity.

Now, since the “government agent MIB” (the ones who silence witnesses of secret defense craft) have modeled their style after the “real,” ethereal MIB, there may be some crossover or bleedthrough here, where the Mothman still gets triggered. After all, many of these human MIB are into the occult and sometimes practice conjuring up spirits. Since these human agents are the ones conjuring up the planetary spirits, the Mothman-Garuda may make a special attempt to uncover what they are doing, which means showing himself to specific witnesses, at specific locations, at specific times. Maybe Mothman haunts the dreams of the human MIB, as extra punishment.

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.