ALL THINGS EXIST in spacetime, including Mr. Searly. He's on someone's paper round, someone's Christmas Card List. A Ron Searly is registered at the Jonestown library. A car registered to a Ron Searly was photographed by a traffic safety camera as it ran a red light on some Main St. in Massachusetts (it is unknown as to whether Mr. Searly was present in the car at the time). A Ron Searly paid the cheque for a birthday lunch enjoyed by three unknown white females at a Steak-n-Cake in Reno. He never said a word - they only discovered his deed when they asked the mousey waitress for the cheque. A Ron Searley collected $18.71 winnings from a bookmakers in Brooklyn for a bet he placed on a dodgers game, April 27th 1998. A Ron Searley was there when Beefheart formed his first band. He is reported to have told the captain 'don't do it that way - there's no coming back'.
Note from an interested party:
Find the tokens for Saturday
bowling sessions with the mysterious ‘jimmy’.
My sources tell me: A Ron Searly has $3.51 of outstanding fines on his account at the North Carolina State Library and two overdue books - one on alternate food sources and an almanac of sewing techniques. Archival clippings from an April edition of the 1982 Pennsylvania Herald confirm that a teenage Ron Searley won second prize in the town's annual poetry contest, coming second to an R. J. Beasley, with poems titled 'Octopiithagoas' and 'From the Sun' respectively. Clippings from an edition of the Milwaukee Tribune, dated September of the same year, indicate that a Ronald Searley was cautioned after being found in a parking lot standing next to a bin fire with ash-tipped fingers and ashen face. He claimed it was like that when he found it. Without witnesses, the prosecution could not proceed with the case and all charges were later dropped. There is a bungalow in a southwestern suburb of Boston, the deeds of which bear the name 'Ron Searly'. No-one has ever seen anyone enter or leave the building, but delivery trucks are observed arriving regularly, sawing and hammering are often heard punctuating the afternoon calm, and the silhouette of a man was seen pacing between the two largest trees in the back yard after dusk a couple of weeks back. Neighbours have been known to ask 'what's he building in there?'
they dwell here
the rods thread us
Youth seeks its own
I am in a top secret training session today, so it is hard for me to man
this operation first-hand right now. Fear not, though, as I have a good
team sleuthing out Further Evidence of Ron.
We have a Whitby Connection now - we are closing in on the beast... [document classified]
Good sleuthing from ms Kingsbury P.I. BA Phil.
The big fish is indeed in the water.
I note the mention of a certain Jack Vandeloo of Ottawa, and a Jose de Leon, both also ketch ‘enthusiasts’ who many investigators considered likely to be involved in the notorious quota fraud around the Halifax, Novia Scotia bay area in the early 1990’s. The same faces came up again several years later in the Baton Rouge area, after an interim period without any trace as to their whereabouts or activities. In Florida, they were suspected (but later released without charge) in the case of the poaching of young crocodiles to supply private zoos in Mexico. A certain Mr ‘Vermott’ was later to be charged and then convicted of a lesser charge associated with this same crime.
It is unknown whether Vermott was an associate of the other two, or if he was framed by them or others, or whether Vandeloo and de Leon were wholly innocent of the Florida accusations. Vermott was released early and subsequently has been untraced. An ex-work colleague from the Manatee Boat Supplies Company claim he had ‘always talked of visiting Mexico’. Vermott has no known associations with R Searley/Surley/Searly, however a Pasadena phone directory belonging to a James Long was found close to the wreckage of a Buick stationwagon in Maine. In this directory, the name of an R Searle is circled in blue ink with the word Vermouth under it followed by a question mark. Theories have been made that Vermott was an alias, however my contacts feel a more likely explanation is that Vermott used Searle as an alias, intending to pose as Searly, but based on incomplete or incorrect personal information. This supports the theory that both existed and did not know each other directly. Whether foul play can be suspected in the Buick incident, and whether this was conducted by Vermott to silence Long, is unknown.
The mysterious project 31 is thought to have arisen in the Michigan area around a crafts club for thirty-somethings. However, despite its beginnings as presumably a crafts project it clearly developed into something far more secretive and unknown. One ex-member of the crafts circle, hobbyist knitter Gert Schrubb, was heard to confess to a stranger in a bar ‘the whole thing started as a joke, but then so many boxes of the stuff started arriving – we had to go through with it. That’s when I bailed out…’ It’s unclear what the boxes contained. However in Duluth in fall 06 agent Harry Delacroix tracked down high school appliqué starlet Stacey Williams, then 24, and formed the following theory from her dealings on the edge of the Michigan. Harry supposes that an advert was placed on an online forum requesting materials to form a giant soft play version of Michigan, in actual size. When the boxes started arriving, he theorises, the small circle set to work and began the project. He doesn’t offer a theory as to where this actual size soft Michigan, once begun, was stored. Stacy Williams reports to Delacroix that she spoke to close friend of Gert, and one-time member of the circle, speed sewer, Jason Kendrick. Jason, who she claims developed a pill habit to maintain his edge, told her ‘we just loaded stuff on the tables to make some room down on the floor.’ The mystery deepened when core members of the circle all ceased to frequent local bars and coffee shops around the same period in 2005. Delacroix suggests they were by then working on the project ‘from the inside’. The theory of soft Michigan is of course too extreme to be believed…
When asked why it was called project 31, Delacroix declares ‘Michigan is the 31st state’.
Anecdotal evidence from a Coloradoan known only as 'Pinsk'
outlines further possible details of Project 31. As a specialist in pressurized
storage facilities and the go-to man in the mid-south-west for sub-zero
fluid delivery systems, he was often called on as a consultant by the
US military and associated intelligence corps to advise on a narrowly
defined field of operational activity. 'Pinsk' became a vauable military
asset, assisting them for several years, even eventually coming to have
a permanently reserved parking space at a govt. base stationed in the
Rockies. In time he became so trusted that he could roam the base freely
and was never asked to show an ID at internal checkpoints.
'Pinsk''s location and real identity are currently unknown, but in response to being quizzed on where the original towns were to be stored once replaced by inflatable effigies, he was heard to utter the words 'hollowed mountains' before silently slipping away into the shadows of the Pittsburg night.
Since the late fifties,
this investigator understands that covert alliances were formed between
national transport network strategists and the military. This alliance
later sent feelers into the art and tech college scene, resulting in the
development of op-art, as a means of improving visual cloaking technology.
The result was the development of a ‘blindside’ area surrounding
major towns and cities, whereby op-art techniques were incorporated into
road networks, the close twists and spirals of fly-overs and switchbacks
distorting time and space and distracting vision to the extent that entering
a city seemingly at location 1 can actually take the driver many miles
elsewhere to location 2 while still believing themselves to be in location
1. The Google search engine company have gained their global dominance
by support given by the US govt in exchange for collusion in future ‘re-imaging’
of online photographic mapping images, to continue the illusion of town
and city location. The one hole in this system has always been pedestrians,
who, by crossing over roads while not being restricted within the road
network, could more easily detect the visual illusions being perpetrated
and see beyond the matrix of road systems to the ‘real’ space
around them. As such, the crime of jaywalking has been heavily enforced,
along with other measures such as out of town shopping precincts, lack
of footpaths, and media car culture marketing, to ensure that non-car
users were in effect outlawed from travelling in and out of major towns.
Stories passed among the tramp subculture have trickled into the urban
myth mainstream, suggesting the existence of a strange zone around certain
locations, with roads cutting at strange angles veering suddenly into
different counties; guard dogs patrolling fenced enclosures; wooden mock
up facades hiding fake suburbs… Certain areas are as a result avoided
by bums and hoboes. However some areas much like the west coast ‘Slabs’
eco city (itself formed on the concrete foundation remains of a ‘moved’
city) are developing as bum settlements in the locations marked on maps
as major settlements and business centres. The supposed location of the
headquarters of an IMF sub-division are actually a flat area the size
of 20 baseball diamonds, currently occupied by the airstream caravans
of hedgehog eaters.
It is believed that Jose de Leon
was involved in the research wing of Project 31; his reason for attending
the Michigan boating trade fair being investigations into principles of
buoyancy and large-scale cargo transportation. A sales rep who was present
at the fair spoke to one of our investigators under condition of anonymity.
He recalled a man of short stature with an out of town accent inquiring
about large-scale inflation methods who referred to something possibly
called the 'Michigan Flotilla'. The short man apparently displayed a physical
nervousness which betrayed his calm eyes and wanted to know how to 'float
something the size of a city'.
Note from 'The Stitcher':
On 15 June 05 (before the disappearance of the soft Michigan core group), a mysterious letter was sent to a part-time Maryland woodland ranger by the name of Phipps. This letter was passed to a friend of Phipps, who herself was acquainted with the sister of a Baltimore man. This Baltimore man heard of our investigations after researching the subject of the letter online, and obtained a transcript of the letter for our researchers. It contains anonymous allegations claiming to be from a military source, that pertain to an alleged conversation between a military man and an Englishman known only as ‘Ike’. The military man, in some excitation, suggested that a city on a lake could be bettered by putting a city under a lake. He outlined a plan of individual vats which he called suspension chambers. The other man (‘Ike’) declared: ‘It is happening again…’ The military man, it is claimed, had a map on his wall of the US, with rings around 4 of the Great Lakes. A photocopied photographic image of this map accompanied the letter.
Safelight’s suppositions would appear to be sound. This would follow the supposed straining of the UK-US intelligence relationship under the republican administration, and the ‘woolgate’ affair may have exacerbated this strain through further years. It points towards wool entering the realm of ‘power’ currency alongside oil and technology. Currently, the South Americas, politically dominated by the leftist governments of Venezuela and others, but with Mexico (central America) currently leaning more towards the capitalist western model, have a stronghold on the wool market, with the llama and sheep wool-unit being strong against its counterpart in the US. The nationalisation by SA governments of woolstocks, away from the control of US-dominated wool giants backed by the IMF, has further strengthened the hand of the leftist South Americans. Money was injected into the acrylic and polyester industries and polycotton-recycling technology in the US. Much of the actual labour was outsourced to the far east, with stocks of acrylic-mix wool returning by tanker. A plan to ship the product as helium-filled ‘clouds’, which would reach the US by trade winds, has reportedly been drawn up. (Anonymous source.)
However, real 100% wool, in particular merino, will dominate. As military insiders have reported ‘it’s just soooo much softer’…
This reminds me of the following incident this investigator picked up on. While investigating the mysterious Nazca Plains large scale engravings, a pair of drop-out crypto-geography enthusiasts from New Zealand, who later visited the UK, got talking to a local chilean family. They were keen to investigate the settlement growth patterns of mystery cults and ancient settlements, to see how clearly they followed the linear/nucleated patterns in the modern world. The pair questioned the family about the documented trance rituals of the ancients walking single file along the vast shapes of monkeys, snakes, and strange aparallel ‘runway’ lines engraved at a macro level on the plains. The son of the family told them ‘yes, it still happens; I have walked that path’. The pair were interested in connections with other ancient civilisations using vast building projects, such as the Egyptians, who it has recently been theorised were constructing a giant star map using pyramids. The son when questioned said ‘yes, they wanted to construct a replica of their own world. Now, who can tell which is which? Who can tell in which we now are dwelling? And is this a replica in a replica in a replica? Only the hermit can see it from above…’ This is merely meant as an anecdote, and is not meant to suggest any link with project 31, except perhaps a link of ideas. I do not know if ideas can travel abnormally, but different inventors are often noted to invent the same thing in different continents at the same time with no known links between them.
I recall a conversation with my wife's friend, Dr. Epstein, a professor in the fringes of quantum physics, towards the dusky end of a garden party last summer, where he explained to me the background of scientific research into recognised non-linear events. Epstein told of an experiment which registered simultaneous changes in two separate particles emitted from a shared source - some sort of particle gun (the finer details of such science have always escaped my comprehension). One particle would be somehow forced to split into two particles, which would travel in opposing directions - when any kind of characteristic was measured in one particle, the same could be found to be present in the other particle at the exact same time, even though the the two pieces of matter were geographically separate. This, he reasoned, provided proof of an instantaneous non-linear connection between two particles of common origin. The how or why of this is not something I was able to grasp, but Epstein assured me that this experiment produced reliably observable, measurable and repeatable results. If this is so, it is easy to extend this logic to apply to simultaneous shared realisations by unconnected individuals. Given that we all come from stardust, to put it in laymn's terms, it would seem common sense that unconnected individuals will from time to time hatch ideas, seemingly spontaneously, yet entirely in synch with one another - as the molecule fires across the synapse in one brain, creating the new thought, so must the connected molecule in the other brain, creating the same thought simultaneously. As I have stated, my scientific understanding of this is slight, but it would seem to me that this could be a possible explanation as to how two identical thoughts could occur simultaneously in peoples unconnected.
From Kojak 400asa
I assume ‘Dr Epstein’ and the mysterious photojournalist ‘Jacob Epps’ are not one and the same man? Coincidences do occur, especially with so many names floating about in investigations. To suppose that one must be a pseudonym or corruption of the other, in this investigator’s opinion, would be unprofessional, and amount to little more than an unfounded conspiracy theory. On this basis I will lay the similarity aside, and concentrate on digging up more on the case of Melissa Parrish and Belinda Erkhart living together in hiding under the assumed joint name of Melinda Packett while constructing with others a giant state replica from wool, with involvement in some form from the Peruvians.
Ah, your inquistive nature serves you well, as does your skepticism. You were absolutely right to suspect that Epps and Epstein are corruptions of the same name - we are investigtors by nature and profession, after all. However, you were also right to conclude that they are in fact different people - a coincidence which would be far too canny, something from the realm of fiction, even. I can assure you that I have met Dr. Epstein in person on several occasions over recent years, him being an acquaintence of my wife from her Ph.D. days. He is a brilliant yet quiet man, a professor of theoretical physics who lectures at a noted British university - I forget its name - not one of the big three, but certainly a well respected red-brick. To my knowledge, he has no knowledge of, nor interest in, photography, and has certainly never displayed any interest in my Nikon's when they have been lying around the home. In the interests of the profession, I am happy to casually raise the subject at our next acquaintence should you wish me to.
... The Ellena Cortez [or Costa] and Earl Regan story related to an experiment called 'Black Cat'. Took place at the same time put in different hemispheres...Cortez and Regan never met, and by all accounts never had any communication - at least not in any obvious, tangible form.
seems to be related to Paul Kozyra, a Polish immigrant and survivor of
WW2. Disgustingly rich...the only link between Cortez and Regan, as a
benefactor it seems. Claimed in his lifetime to have a host of extra sensory
and paranormal abilities - in some places known as the real life Magneto
a la X-Men - but proof of this is wholly anecdotal and is put down to
myth building around the man.
you surmise that.
Regarding Kozyra. I have heard the angle that the wealth itself was a bluff – an image built up to mask huge debts from gambling on and investing in a variety of projects. The idea being to look rich enough for banks etc to lend him more. Of Kozyra, Earl Regan reportedly said: who is richer, ‘the banker or the shepherd?’
Three different interpretations of this statement come to me, all of which may be valid – firstly, that Kozyra is the ‘banker’ who may handle money, but is in real terms not rich from it. Secondly – a shepherd, in the biblical sense, is a guide, who supports and protects a group of people along a chosen path. Kozyra could be considered a shepherd in this sense, and could be considered richer for this role, successfully fostering projects by guiding them towards fruition, than any possessor of money. Thirdly, it could refer to wool being the new power currency, ahead of money, hence the shepherd being the possessor of wool, being richer than the possessor of money.
I don’t think the implication was that Kosyra was the shepherd in the third sense, ie. a dealer in wool, but I may be wrong.
Perhaps Kosyra was a pawn in someone else’s game, being controlled by those to whom he was in debt?
I haven’t yet heard back from my political marketing contact.
The false idol angle is an interesting one. Fabrication woven into reality. This ties in with the core concept behind the suspected enterprises of Project 31. Earl Regan and Ellana Costa are known Obfuscationists, thought to have a hand in the op-art affairs noted earlier. Reports from their rookie days, before they knew how to wear the mask, describe them as chalk and cheese, Earl being brash in style and always happy to tout the press, while Ellana kept a notorious low profile. All I have so far managed to find on record about her is an article in a marketing journal published in 1976. It doesn't give much away; buried in 2,400 words of the writer's speculation, the only direct quote from Costa was "me - hard to find? only a little".
My contact tells me that a think tank based in Minnesota has supposedly spent considerable time researching the means of elevating the mythology and iconography behind would-be political key players, to generate idolatry cults around such figures. It has always been assumed that this was purely for electioneering purposes, used by the right to generate gun-toting cowboy imagery, subliminally and more overtly, and also often used by the supposed left to generate false mythologies of hipness onto public figures among campus populations. This involves creating a fake underground, often intended to infiltrate the genuine underground.
Marketing teams behind the branding and creation of by-all-appearances ‘independent’ fashion labels and music acts actually generated by and owned by global corporations, have been consulted by the think tank, some actually joining the think tank. The lead singer of corporate rock act Stiltskin, an act created to sell clothing, appeared before the think tank panel, I am informed, and advised them: ‘Build your heroes as if they had built themselves. Rock and roll can start on the outside. Get the surface right – that’s where it counts; don’t keep it all inside.’ He added: ‘An illusion identical to a reality is itself a reality. Look at me, this is no mask, this is my face…’
It is thought that the think tank began to see further avenues for this approach…
The paradox of a marketeer, normally involved in promoting something into the limelight, being a seasoned pro at being elusive, makes sense to me. Know one thing and its opposite becomes natural too. It certainly ties in with project 31 – promotion of the false in order to hide the genuine. One story I feel to be apocryphal is that Costa herself infiltrated the soft core and struck up a personal friendship with Cate and Grant, the Michigan couple responsible for the ‘conception diet’ regime of low to zero carb. Costa took the strictness of this diet more seriously than the others (many of whom talked about it excitedly while also eating Hersheys on the side), and the story goes that this proved too much for her, leading to her abandoning the soft core and returning, one dress size thinner, to Earl Regan.
The adherence to strict diets could itself be a connection to Ronald Searly:
Recall the acquaintance between Searly and Captain Beefheart (a man who we should remember surrounded himself in aliases, and never called a man by his real name). Beefheart legendarily imposed a strictly controlled diet of plain pulses upon his musicians during recording sessions. Perhaps Searly taught this technique to Beefheart, or else learnt it from Beefheart. Either way, Searly may then have had a hand in the dietary impositions years later in Michigan State.
But what is the real purpose of such a regime?
The idea of a marketeer being an expert in elusivity is not such a paradox when viewed in light of modern marketing techniques.
In the nineties, the due to advances in satellite broadcasting, the population
of the general western hemisphere became oversaturated with 24/7 advertising
pitches and began to see through the mechanisms of sales persuasion. The
marketing industry's response: to go covert - obscure the message; advertise
without mentioning the product. Sub-conscious persuasion by evasion and
mis-direction - car adverts with no mention of the product, except for
maybe a manufacturers logo silently displayed ad the end of the commercial,
are a classic example. It is a basic trick of the Obfuscationists, so
beware. When they say 'look left', you better look right.
Midway point between them: I assume you are suggesting midway epicentrally, ie. on the world’s surface, rather than euclidean midpoint which would be somewhere within the earth, at a depth depending on their distance apart, and increasing with distance apart to a theoretical maximum depth if located at opposite sides of the world (midpoint then being the core). Alternatively it could be a non-euclidean midpoint. Or perhaps a point located so as to form a (curved) equilateral triangle upon the world’s surface. This would produce two possible locations, if we knew their positions, dependent upon the latitudinal orientation of the triangle. I think of the supposed right angle triangle formed geographically by Stonehenge, the location in the Blue Mountains from which the stones were taken, and the mysterious island of Lundy (Island of the moon).
Perhaps the third point between Regan and Costa may even be a point in space, eg. a satellite?
To get a fix on this third location I suggest we revisit the instinctive insights of our colleague, centring on the Droitwich area. (The mysterious ‘Droitwich Fix’.)
I feel a new cosmological theory is close, leading to the postulation of a third state to accompany wave and particle, thus mirroring the solid, liquid, gas triplicacy. But is it a liquid zone between the solid particle and the gaseous wave, or is it a hazier state further beyond the liquid of the wave? We shall see.
A mid-point is a mid-point, and to me, all three which you propose seem
equally valid. The idea of a euclidian mid-point is extremely interesting,
given that we have already been told that a certain part of the Soft Michigan
project involved moving things underground - hollowed mountains, submerged
cities etc. Could it be that a city was submerged for the purpose of being
utilized as a hard-to-find (possibly unfindable) operational centre? This
deserves deeper investigation, literally.
The Invisible Man
A strange white A4 ‘window’ style envelope was posted within the UK with dubious postage payment. The contents included a treatise entitled ‘Everybody Looks at the Invisible Man’. It essentially gave examples of the same techniques previously outlined. The notion was that what isn’t seen, or is very barely seen, or is noted by its absence, is picked up on subliminally by the mind, enabling it to gain widespread acceptance in the cultural psyche without anybody realising it overtly. Such a technique perhaps could be employed to spread illusions, such as the relocation of cities, for example. The full content of the treatise is thought still to be in existence, somewhere. However, it is not at present visible to the eye of this investigator.
31 different shades of merino wool found. That is an interesting numerical coincidence, but probably one to discard in any hunt for meaning.
The connections are suddenly stronger between the Searly affair and the Soft Michigan enigma. A theory: Searly acted as dietician to the soft Michigan core. De Leon and Vandeloon were go-betweens passing communications to and from the South American woolfields, through the Castro regime in Cuba, while based in Florida, but whether they acted for the genuine craft scene contingent of the Michigan core or for the military operatives involved in the same or a similar project, is unclear. Vermott I am still hazy on. Meanwhile Robert Long I assume impersonated Vermott (badly), and was silenced, by the military element? And the Buick? Where was it going? Was it perhaps used then abandoned and destroyed by the handicrafter core of soft Michigan, to hide evidence generally. Was the presence of the phone directory evidence that the handicrafter core silenced Long? I feel I’m trying to polarise everyone into good guys and bad guys with no middle ground. Perhaps really most of it is in the middle. But historically, I think polarisation is genuine. I need to find the third location. The threads are all there, but I just can’t yet get them all to knit together…
Recall in earlier forum excerpts from the Michigan core, the following:
but then again, we looove roadtrips.
see you then!
mostly i just stinking LOVE knitting.
really really happy.
I think we now know the vehicle and the purpose of these road trips. Things are coming together. I see Cate, Grant, Melissa, Belinda and Gert, perhaps with Searly, perhaps with Costa, on the road, hair flying out of open buick windows, speed knitting, sleeping, driving, collecting packages…
The mix tape tracklist recently unearthed from forum excerpts is enlightening (see below). I feel sure from the titles that it is self-recording, possibly by Grant and others, going on the reference to ‘his music’, (also below). I feel we should trace the singer/s behind these songs.
grant and i listened and danced to his music on valentines day
he is the perfect mix to me of blues and folk and funk and feeling
1 make stuff knit
3 fond of
4 Crochet Stack
5 noon 8
9 sleepy mama
10 waiting for me
11 Theres only one captain on this boat
12 Very Special Scarves
13 Michelle Williams ?
14 new drawing corner
15 the other side
17 pride and joy
18 steven alan imitation
25 s t i l l morning quiet time
26 anthem for a 17 year-old girl
28 reasons for staying
30 book girl
32 ships ahoy
33 juk box
35 grapefruit & new curtains
36 gams [?]
Note from Warren Leno:
Made progress, mentally, on the Earl Regan case. Found info from failed Art Journal interview with him...also, have diagram relating to something, you need to see it. with pictify. Enlightening views from a man...turns out regan also known as Stanford...s. earl? searly? a stretch too far? art journal writer passes a house called Woolly Knoll in the Wolds...hmm. Talks to a man called Saul.
Some good stuff on duality.
need to type up my notes.
anthem for a 17 year old girl - from the list - was a poem by Ellena Costa.
Why I Ran
Some interesting light has been shed on this case in the last 24 hours - the mixtape in particular giving us great insight into the scene we are dealing with. The connections are coming together like a healthy capilliary system, but we are still short of a main artery or two. The Searly connection is still vague, all we know is that it seems to involve automobiles, possibly roadtrips, nutritional strategy and the beefheart associations. To help turn the corner in the investigation, I have been reviewing my notes in an effort to further understand the character of our quarry.
Looking more closely at the man, we know he is a sports fan - the betting slips, bowling tokens and baseball tickets i found in his garbage tell us this. He is also a bookworm, possibly even a writer himself, going by the library fines and Octopiithagoas. His library account was highly active until eight months ago, then all of a sudden he stopped using it. It would have all the hallmarks of a missing persons case, except three weeks ago he apparently returned all borrowed books in his posession to a library in Boston, paying all due fines and renewing one book - 'Why I Ran' by Randy Loboda.
When I first saw the title on the library ticket, I read it as 'Why Iran?' and thought it was some political spook text, then I realised what it was - the autobiography of an eighties hotshot middle-distance college athlete who went off the rails in his early twenties who ended up fleeing police in a highway chase which went all the way from Denver to Los Angeles before he ran out of gas (ironically only 200 yards after passing a gas station). It is the third longest known police chase in America's history and Randy's crime never actually went on the record; his official final charge being that of a faulty brakelight. The book, published after seven years' silence, was intended to explain the motivation for his running both as an athlete and a fugitive. It was a commercial flop, but gained nortoriety as an unofficial manual of evasion techniques, becoming a cult text for those involved in underground movements wanting to avoid the authorities and providing source material for some of the early Obfuscationst manifestos.
It is interesting to know of such recent activities from Searly and his posession of this book provides some insight into his state of mind.
Note from Kojak 400asa
Simultaneous with these insights, about which this investigator is very excited, especially the woolly knoll meeting, the following can now be reported. A cryptic answerphone message, the voice recognisably that of investigator Harry Delacroix, was left on a hotel room phone, into which a mobile answerphone had been attached by our friend the room guest. The message was spoken without the natural emotion of straight dialogue, and so I feel it to be a reading of a transcription, and it has itself been transcribed as follows:
“I don’t know why they wouldn’t take it more seriously. I mean, sure, it was all a joke, but a serious one. We were gonna build this thing. It was a folly, yeah. But I meant it. No point going halfway, might as well just curl up. And there was no better time in my life before that – even the Tahoe days. Nothing like feeling the wind in your hair as you cut through the evening in the backseat with your comrades – yeah we were comrades, more than just friends, and I don’t mean anything political yunno. Wool everywhere. Needles dancing. That’s where it’s at. But we had to wrap it up – get it hidden. They made that clear… Searly… Message ends. Sometime 2006. See ya.”
I believe Harry found this old interview with a soft core member archived and got it out to reach us in this manner. The last word, Searly…
Note from Lone Wolf
It may be that Costa
was associated with the Canadian music scene. A song "Anthems for
a Seventeen Year-Old Girl appears on the album 2004-09-17: Austin City
Limits, Austin, TX, USA. Broken Social Scene is a Canadian indie rock
..." group formed in 1999. (source: internet.)
sure if this is intra or extra investigations, but was synchronicitously
sent the following link below, pertaining to the whole particles-connected-over-distance
field of enquiry...
[From this article:] “In 1982 a remarkable event took place. At the University of Paris a research team led by physicist Alain Aspect performed what may turn out to be one of the most important experiments of the 20th century. […] Aspect and his team discovered that under certain circumstances subatomic particles such as electrons are able to instantaneously communicate with each other regardless of the distance separating them. It doesn't matter whether they are 10 feet or 10 billion miles apart. […] A hologram teaches us that some things in the universe may not lend themselves to this approach. If we try to take apart something constructed holographically, we will not get the pieces of which it is made, we will only get smaller wholes. […] This insight suggested to Bohm another way of understanding Aspect's discovery. Bohm believes the reason subatomic particles are able to remain in contact with one another regardless of the distance separating them is not because they are sending some sort of mysterious signal back and forth, but because their separateness is an illusion. He argues that at some deeper level of reality such particles are not individual entities, but are actually extensions of the same fundamental something. […] Such particles are not separate "parts", but facets of a deeper and more underlying unity that is ultimately as holographic and indivisible as the previously mentioned rose. And since everything in physical reality is comprised of these "eidolons", the universe is itself a projection, a hologram.”
What, then, if it is true? Then we are free to re-believe; free to shape the great dream as we desire; to follow our pure folly and to quell suffering and spread joy in our own disparate pathways of awareness; free to believe in what magic we will.
Further thoughts on the case so far:
Many of the links between Searly and the Michigan group seems to involve de Leon, Vandeloo, Vermott and James/Robert Long.
Were these people Searly's go-betweens? His trusted messengers? I am
increasingly leaning toward the theory that Jack Vermott and James/Robert
Long are psedonyms for Jack Vandeloo and Jose de Leon. The only traces
of Long and Vermott are entirely connected to appearances of de Leon and
Vandeloo - it seems they are aither a tightly-knit group (excuse the pun),
or two people with aliases. The similarity between the names Vermott/Vandello
and de Leon/Long incline me toward the latter explanation, something which
I believe we should take into consideration when viewing the wider picture.
INSERT MAP IMAGE
The attached image
is from Harry Delacroix. The reference to Keegan and Rosta is clearly
either an accidental or deliberate misnaming of Regan and Costa. Harry
claims the map is from the personal belongings of a Canadian-born Religious
Studies student who spent a few semesters in one of the new ‘prefab’
universities in the UK, in the late 1990s. A contact of Harry’s
got the map from the R.S. undergraduate’s washbag while canvassing
her halls of residence for an RPG club. He also claims to have seen an
abundance of knitting paraphernalia in the room, and a Joni Mitchell album
sleeve pinned to the wall, with ‘joni for ever’ written in
the bottom corner in biro. Apparently, the undergrad was forced to abandon
one course unit because some of her theories were too far out for the
professors. She reportedly told them: ‘I can prove this’…
The following piece
of new age hokum comes direct from the spare parts collective, a group
of unknown membership (possibly only one person with many aliases).
Here goes official account of my meeting two days ago at the Cumberland
So, Boston. First Stop; the library. Speak to receptionist (short, darkhaired wiry man, namebadge calls him 'Ryan') about a 'friend' of mine who has been uncontactable for some time, whom it would appear had used said library branch at some point in the last month. I explained to Ryan that his family are distressed and since being made aware that his library card had been used, they had called on an old friend (me) to see if he could be traced. I give Ryan the name Searly and ask if he would be so kind as to check the account for activity. It would really help ease the burden and stress of uncertainty on the aging members of the Searly family if evidence could be found that he is alive and well, I tell Ryan. Classic story, always works, and Randy duly obliges to access the security tape of the day the account had been used.
With the timestamp on the account activity, it was easy to pinpoint which customer on the footage was Searly - fastforward to 2.38pm of March 26th and there he is strolling through the main door with a slow, long stride. The CCTV is an old system - 32 shades of blurry green with poor frame-rate, offering little to go on. 'Searly' is wearing a fisherman's hat and 3/4 length jacket, walking with a slight stoop and looking floorward the whole time. Possible beard, but hard to tell on this lo-res footage - could just be shadow. Looks a little like Serpico all the same. Library clerk who processed his fines and renewal on the CCTV footage barely pays attention to him, so I doubt she will be able to shed much further light on the encounter. However, Randy gave me her name - Sally Gainsbourg - and she is on shift tomorrow, so I shall call in for a chat with her and see what she can recall.
Forgot to find myself any accomodation in the midst of all this, so am sat drinking scotch in an isolated corner bar in an effort to dull my senses enough to sleep in my car tonight. I feel like the guy wearing the hat in Edward Hopper's Nighthawks.
Are Randy and Ryan the same man?
in Loboda? I do not believe Randy and Ryan to be the same person. Randy
had a brief period of infamy and as such is a publicly recognised figure,
though not particularly high profile in the collective conscious. Ryan
doesn't fit the bill - too short, too old, too staid. This leads me to
question why someone would use a pseudonym so similar to their real name.
Is it due to ease of signature forging - the handwriting appearing more
natural as it is closer to the familiar form of one's own real signature,
or does it stem from something deeper, perhaps?
“I give Ryan the name Searly and ask if he would be so kind as to check … if evidence could be found that he is alive and well, I tell Ryan. Classic story, always works, and Randy duly obliges in accessing the security tape of the day the account had been used.”
To quote you. I don’t know if Randy is Loboda. I assumed Ryan had
very briefly assumed the name Randy, then slipped back again after getting
you the CCTV footages.
i see. duly noted. a simple typo. amazing the confusion they can cause.
Who knows how the truth shall reach us. Quite possibly by misprint.
Indeed, indeed. I
think 'Randy' is Ryan's 30-years-junior alter-ego, which i may have spotted
in some sort of spritiual shape-shifting moment. I recall a record producer
once telling me how he would watch Bob Dylan in the studio, appearance
resembling an 80-year old bluesman and and 8-year old child within a matter
of minutes, or even seconds. Said it was like watching a shape-shifter
- 'he was that child and he was that 80-year man as much as he was his
54-year old self'. 'Randy' is who Ryan once was and who he would now like
to be again.
I never trust a dentist. Never. But that’s just me. I might trust
you if you were a dentist – like I would maybe trust a 19 yr old
T-shirted Californian smelling of reefer to inspect my teeth with sharp
objects over the usual business-suit power-trip zombie tooth doctor who
x-rays children’s brains and fills their gums with mercury to pay
towards his holiday villa in Spain. Fuckers…
were The Cargo Cult involved in under-the-radar wool transportation? what evidence do we have of their operating from Boston? no-one in this town is talking - yet. just booked a room for the next 4 nights; must re-disguise myself and head for the campus, posing as an independent film-maker - attention-seeking youths are known for letting on more than they intend.
Attention seeking youths may indeed pass on more information than they
Since a mental spring
clean through action of whisky and strawberry milk while on investigations,
cobwebs have been cleared out allowing fresh neural pathways to develop
in absence of staid old brain routeways.
sounds like the same theory as
the rorshach test.
Right. Yes. That’s
the kind of thing. So – the theory is, that the eyes are actually
still able to see such random texture patterns when shut, and that we
identify shapes within them, which are our actual dream images.
Outline of a case-room
The case room is small; cramped;
poorly lit. Desk piled high with cuttings, black and white photos, old
receipts… Shelves of fossils; old keys; old phone directories…
Empty bottles of cheap red wine litter the floor. The most recent one
was an 8% ‘wine’ bought for around £3 – went down
okay last night while listening to steve still’s wah on season of
the witch and Patti Smith singing GLORIA. Red and blue lined diagrams
on square ‘math book’ style A4 paper. One of those manoeuvrable
lamps with about three flexible joints with springs like a rusty metal
model of a dinosaur limb. A red bulb lightbox for studying transparencies
taken in ‘aura-chrome’… Some great shots… Case
notes on the backs of envelopes. Drawing pins in the walls holding overlapping
depths of information like a busy shop noticeboard in November. It is
a grotto… A cavern of information, most of it irrelevant and possibly
half of it false... Corrugated cardboard coffee cups stacked on papers
leaving golden olympic rings.
I have a feeling
that Searly’s poetry rival, who produced the winning poem ‘from
the sun’, may be worth investigating. I hear that often rivalries
in poetry result in bonds stronger than brotherhood. (See J. L. Borges
– a story of two artists in Argentina; the rivalry between them
occupies every fibre of their being – it is their main drive in
life, without it they would be nothing. If such a rivalry did indeed form
between Searly and the author of ‘from the sun’, then we may
find the same man (if a man) throughout Searly’s adult life, always
there, in the background, informing Searly’s choices throughout.
Every Newtonian needs an equal and opposite force to react against…
Without it we could not move an inch.
Just been researching
Melissa Parrish. I have found her (though she is two people, remember
– Melinda and Belinda sharing an alias. She claims a military education,
now in the faculty at an Art School, along with marketing and health background.
We have her… She’s hiding out in Wasington DC. Close enough
to Boston for you??
Of course I now see
I mistakenly supposed Melissa to be the alias of Melinda and Belinda,
when of course, it is Melinda (Packet) who is the alias of the other two.
Two many names to keep track of…
There seems to be an amalgamation of evidence in the northeastern corner
of the american continent. is this due to the atlantic seaboard providing
ports accessible from the transatlantic european shipping lanes? it would
make sense, given the anglo-european involvement already uncovered.
Certainly, the historic
link dates from the highland clearances – a mass migration caused
solely and completely by… yes, you’ve guessed… the wool
In the back of my
mind, partly due to pouring over maps of Canada in my youth (or is that
‘pawing’? – I hear the expression but not seen it written
down – just what exactly do they mean?) – anyway, in the back
of my mind… has been the possible involvement of the two north Canadian
great lakes – great slave and great bear. I have an inkling that
they may have served as ‘wet run’ practise grounds for the
project. My only Canadian contact is a peacenik based between the Yukon
and Quebec. (If not including my recently formed contacts A & B, now
both based in the UK.)
Further Notes From Boston
A break comes when I am introduced to a guy called Zach Happy, a PhD student in town planning/transport networks. The guy has lived on campus for seventeen years, so has a better knowledge of the campus' recent history than most people. He's a good natured kid, but pretty serious with it. During our conversation, he recalled a time in the mid-nineties when groups of art students would often take roadtrips north, presumably to Canada or Nova Scotia. Happy mentioned how they would often come back with trunkfulls of fabric samples, citing a lack of availability in the States as the reason for their sourcing from north of the border.
Happy remembers a Canadian couple who used to visit the campus fairly regularly, something like once a fortnight, who would always mingle with the art students. One time, the girl turned up alone and Happy happened to pass by her as she was struggling to lift a box from her car, so he gave her a hand (partly due to philanthropy, partly due to a self-confessed attraction with the girl). He asked girl where her partner was, to which she replied 'Oh, Grant? He couldn't make it down this time'. Happy noticed that the box contained several copies of what appeared to be the same audio casette, boxed with identical handwritten inlay cards.
an opprtunity to strike up a friendship or possible romance, he tried
to pursue a conversation with her, asking what the tapes were of - was
she in a band? apparently her reply was 'erm, yeah.... something like
that'. Happy asked if he could have a copy of the tape but was told 'Sorry,
they are made to order for a certain audience, I can't just give them
away'. Hurt, but still intrigued, Happy slyly stuck a copy of one casette
into his trouser pocket when the girl was distractedly locking her vehicle.
Apparently the tape was full of home recordings which included excerpots
from tv adverts, lo-fi acoustic music and spoken word poetry, often with
what seemed like knitting or tapestry instructions worked into the lyrics.
would seem to be a useful contact, and unless he is a fantastic actor,
I think we can take him to be as innocent and unrelated to the core group
as he appears to be on the surface. When i asked him if this sort of thing
still went on around campus he claimed it had all died down around the
start of the new millenium, presuming the internet to be a decisive factor.
As he put it himself; 'Who would bother with a thousand mile round-trip
when you can sit at home eating delivered pizzas and order what you need
over the fatpipe. No-one has time for that real-world shit any more, being
face to face with people is just too big a deal for most folks to handle.
People just want to live in their bubbles and work enough to afford what
they want, they don't want to experience the world first-hand, just read
about it in magazines while they worry about their weight and wait for
mail-order goods to arrive from abroad'.
Note From Lone Wolf:
The Melanie doll
is a Melissa Doll ??? I suspect the melanie doll was a codeword for some
use of the substance melamine. Which I think is a plastic, but I’m
not sure of the applications.
question ‘why is it of any real worth to fix ones own patch in the
giant quilt of the land, if the whole quilt is going to the shit?’
Ie. Rather than growing potatoes and living as a hermit, one should instead
be acting politically to influence others.
The Melinda Doll?
It seems to make sense. Any shipments of fabrics have got to cross a border…
Otherwise what’s the point? But where from and where to?
'Availability' was cited as
the official explanation for sourcing fabrics from Canada - Fashion Police
having outlawed certain patterns and weaves from the United States as
a reaction to hippy culture. It was this law which brought about the invention
of the 'shell suit' in the '80's - something to distract the kids from
tweed or floral prints and the leftist political leanings associated with
Yes, of course –
Canada was the ‘country’ that the canned heat hippies moved
up to, to avoid the Nam-draft games that the USA was playing. The Californians
moved up the seaboard over the border and settled in Vancouver. They took
their fabrics with them…
I recently discussed
the case with a trustworthy contact, mentioning many of the key facts
and figures, Searly, Kosyra, etc. They said to me it reminded him of events
in Elberton, back in the late seventies. I questioned my source more –
they just said to look up ‘Georgia Guidestones’. See below.
Some similarities – large project, mysterious openly-pseudonymed
guy with deep pockets (RC Christian) … Interesting parallels.
found Mister ‘Christian’, the mysterious on-the-ground figure
behind the guidestone project. He is now operating a guard-dog hire operation
in Vancouver. Presumably this is in line with the piano-wire fence soya-mince
hoarding mindset of the endtimers. When the apocalypse comes, the illuminati
will need guard dogs…
Spooky. So, our wolds-based investigator knew his stuff, it turns out.
Kozyra doesn’t even use an alias. Unless someone else is posing
as him. If it is really him, moonlighting as an ordinary DIY Joe, then
I suppose he may want to be traceable to those who know him, his business
contacts and associates of the last few decades. I wonder if he chose
Elvington due to a likeness with Elberton, the location of the Georgia
Guidestones? If he aimed for contactability, the similarity would perhaps
confirm to close associates that this was the same Kosyra. If indeed he
was involved (as I now suspect) with the guidestone project. My supposition
is that Kosyra was a mastermind behind the design of the guidestones,
intending them to act as a magical beacon-location on the earth, along
with the likes of the nazca plains, the pyramids, and the Egyptian needle
obelisks (stolen and transported to Washington DC and London). My supposition
is that ‘Christian’, now based in Vancouver, was the ‘runner’
for the guidestone project, organising the deals with the quarrymen etc.
Received a call
from Boston Library late yesterday afternoon; Searly's account had been
used again. I call in to see Ms. Gainsbourg and we go over the footage.
It seems Ron Searly has changed his appearance - now a lean blonde kid
with a sideparting in a v-neck sweater. Younger than the the guy on previous
footage, he also appears to have a girl in tow - red/brown curls tied
back with a hairscarf, patent shoes, summer dress and dark glasses. looks
for all the world like a '50s pin-up.
driven round an early evening Boston, having listened to the mixtape twice
as the sun came down. Great sunset - from an intense orange to an intense
purple, it was like a colourshifted aurora borealis. Anyway, I digress;
first the tracklisting, then the theories...
"All American Smile"
1. Start at the seam
2. Ode to a lost cardigan
4. Poet's Shirt
5. Waving, Not Drowning
6. Soak That Rag
7. Rode Trips
8. Loose as a Moose (Woddy Allen skit)
9. Melissa and me
10. Knit it, don't quit it!
11. Double Back
12. Cottonpickin' blues
2. Breakfast Song
4. A friend in tweed is a friend indeed
5. Soft on the outside, hard on the inside
6. The needles and the damage done (with added 3rd verse)
7. Come in no. 31, your time is up.
8. Why I Ran
9. Luminous Fibres (extended)
Now the theory: All the songs on the tape are home recording, very much in the vein of the previous tape we acquired knowledge of. Most of the songs feature vocalised lyrics, mainly female voice, but occasionally male (particularly backing vox) which seem to be giving some kind of instructions. At first listen they seem to be based around knitting patterns, but the instructions don't seem to relate purely to knitting as I know it, rather, they seem to allude to something grander, of which knitting is only a part of. It's hard to tell - the home-quality recording makes for a muffled listen, something only compounded by the age and condition of the tape. Side 2 has untitled interludes between most tracks, which seem to be spoken word poems with unrelated lines in alternate French and English; for example:
vous vous asseyez à la table
i am not going to worry...about a thing.
il y a un restaurant minuscule
but so worth it.
It sounds to me as if a French/Canadian man is saying the English parts and an English/American girl is saying the French parts. My knowledge of French is limited, so it is hard for me to draw conclusions until I have had an interpreter review the tape. My theory of the tape(s) is thus: These mixtapes appear as innocent compilations made for a niche group of people of limited import or interest; but it is my belief that their intended purpose was to provide disguised instructions only decipherable by a select group of peopl who were familiar with the key to break the code.
This would provide a great way to send sensitive information across the country(ies) without it being detected. Even if discovered in transit, the authorities would most likely assume the tapes to be wholly innocent and of no special interest. Which college kid hasn't spent evenings sat with finger hovering over the pause button of his stereo, curating and creating a private 90-minutemegamix of favourites to pass among friends. Nobody, upon finding such an item, would be likely to suspect that it may be of greater importance.
So, I am picturing a core group of people recruiting peopleacross college campuses, nationally, then disseminating instructions to said recruits via a series of mixtapes delivered to campuses at regular intervals. This would explain the box of tapes 'Cate' was inposession of when Zach Happy made his amorous approach. At this time, I have no further thoughts, but realise I have forgotten to mention one thing - the innerside of the mixtape's inlay card spine bears the inscription 'compiled by Mr. Crafts'. Surely this is something of great interest to us. Who was Mr. Crafts? Is this a name used for Searly, or is it someone else? Kozyra?
INSERT SONG LINK
I acquired the attached song some time ago. Some glitches on it, seemingly from faulty recording software. Its central theme, which really only comes out in the outro, thru the last 2 to 3 mins, is of handicrafting the surface of the planet. I took it to be metaphor for positive world change, but it could be meant more literally. I’m not sure if it is the same ‘needle and damage done with third verse’ as featured on said mix tape. At the very least I suspect the producer of this one may have heard the original from the mix tape. Depending on your thoughts, I could try to recollect how exactly I acquired it. But perhaps it is a red herring.
A quick warning – I may be in radio silence tomorrow. Bugs are kicking in – my skin is shivering all over. Nausea… I don’t think it’s swine strain, but it’s definitely influ-the out door. Your mention of the aurora – next peak of sunspot cycle around 2012 is according to certain untrustworthy sources going to be the big one, in line with mayan ‘long count’ end of millennia-long cycle prophesies… Geo-magnetic alignments… The current trough is certainly a ‘spring tide’ type trough, with particularly low sunspot activity in the last few years. I haven’t seen any aurorae for a good 4 years. I recall a brilliant display circa 86 in the north of the UK. Also an average one circa 88(?) in Yorkshire. Also a very good display circa 2000, in Northumberland, made more impressive by a night walk from Kielder area public house into the unlit darkness.
I have become aware of an individual known to myself only as ‘sad sack’. The individual drives a European licensed white Mercedes, and may be Belgian. My awareness of the individual began whilst I was researching (unsuccessfully) the poet R J Beasley. Later that night, I climbed on the roof of my old secondary school and gazed at the playing fields beyond. This was a short cut out of a cul-de-sac. My later acquaintance had been unable to find a way out of the atrium area, after a visit, accompanied by sad sack, to a kebab emporium in Stirlingshire by the name of ‘the fountain’. This fountain of knowledge, renowned for its late opening hours especially but not exclusively on Thursdays, provided sustenance at 2am last night, for the three of us (me, my later acquaintance, and sad sack. I had arrived earlier by public transport. From the roof of my old school buildings I could see the blurry image of the town beyond, however, probably in part due to watching high school musical 3 earlier that evening while half asleep, the important features seen from the roof were features of the roof itself – skylights; tarmac; plant pots – a roof garden. It wasn’t quite a Buddhist mountain retreat, but it was in the same vein. On the rooftop, I unfortunately awoke, but I feel I will return there. This morning I have been in heated debate about fonts, arguing vehemently the importance of frills; serifs; floweriness, against the notion that pure information is always best imparted through a runic purity and simplicity of font such as century gothic. My feeling is that warmth of feeling is of intrinsic importance to information content to be preserved and transmitted. I now realise that there is a connection between my visit to the Fountain, last night, and this font discourse. The font is the fount. The warm information has been imparted…
Questions from Boston
Was Searly really a fully signed up government operative? Hard to believe. Maybe he was posing as one and got found out. Was he a soft-core member who got fingered by the law and 'agreed' to 'help' them in order to save his own skin, yet was really relaying his inside knowledge back to his fringe group of fabric-ators? Or was he really a military man posing as someone from a much more flowery subculture in order to infiltrate the soft Michigan core? Could a military man really pass himself off in such a manner? Do the authorities employ 'soft' guys?
If Searly is indeed tied to the Buick wreck as you describe, that would mean he very likely had dealings with 'Pinsk' or could even possibly be him. I could head there from Bosaton if any leads surface in the next 18 hrs.
Anyway, while you have been shining tungsten light on such matters, I have been bathing in glow of the halogen bulbs in the film dept of Boston Uni. Had to change my cover (no way could I pull off being a documentarian when surrounded by film/media lecturers and technicians. I am once again playing dentist, looking for my fiance, 'Melody', who has ran out on me with the kids - 'I must find her; for the kids' safety' I told the film guys - no-one questions a kid in danger. A couple of the technicians remember how a girl slightly older than typical students used to use the editing facilities occasionally, booking out the edit suite once a term under the name 'Melody Nelson'.
Told the film guys that she was my girl - tell me all you know, has she been here recently? Apparently not - she hasn't been seen on campus since summer 2005. The tie-in with the disappearances of other members of Project 31 is beyond co-incidence. I ask what kind of films she used to edit (to help me figure what she may be involved in and get an idea for 'what danger my children may be in') and am told that they were 'road movies of some description... super-8 footage of the Northeastern landscape receding from the rear windshield of an automobile... car full of young hip-kids... soft fabrics... home knits... Canadian border crossings... picnics... acoustic guitars... quilting'. On a hunch, I show the techies the CCTV still of the 50's girl at the library, telling them it is the most recent picture I have of her, and is the evidence which led me to Boston - was this 'Melody Nelson', I ask. 'Damn straight' comes the reply, 'those old clothes are a dead giveaway - she only ever wore natural fabrics'.
So, we have a positive ID, but no current whereabouts or idea of recent activity, though we can now connect her to Searly via the library card.
My feeling is that ‘Melody Nelson’ and at least some others from the soft core are still out there, in hiding from some, but active and at large. It is a coincidence (or rather, perhaps it is no coincidence) that one of the other parties we have traced as being at large since 2005 is Melinda Packett / Melissa Parrish. I don’t know what to make of the Melody / Melanie / Melinda Doll – perhaps many members of the group are at large using these common aliases. Perhaps not. I would agree with your supposition that the cargo cult is once again active. I have a feeling that Sad Sack, the European stranger I guessed to be Belgian, is a dream spirit named Serge Brel, or possibly Jaques Gainsbourg, who has got in touch with me to aid his own longstanding search for Melody. I had previously suspected Sad Sack of being female, but either I was wrong, am wrong, or else Sad Sack is multi-gender or gender-changing. Or perhaps the spirit of Serge/Jacques takes the form of his image of Melody.
My French is better in dreams than in waking life, so I shall quiz him/her further soon. Last night I became lost in an area of forestry commission pine plantation as darkness fell. I found a network of bumpy tracks used by forestry vehicles and followed. Eventually I came out to a visitor’s centre building where some kind of seminar was in progress. I believe semiologically this was Kielder Forest – or Kilda, by its northern spelling – the visitor’s centre was the mysterious lodge in the enclave of St. Kilda. I may return there tonight.
What is concerning me as much as the geographics of the case is its timeline. Who disappeared in the late '90s, and why; who disappeared in 2005 and why. If Melody Nelson disappeared in 2005 and now seems to now be getting active again, is this a sign that the cargo cult is back in operation, and will the other 'disappeared' of 2005 now resurface?
I think a fresh time map is essential for this case. I shall prepare
one as soon as I have the time. A quick calculation of Searly’s
age, based on teenage poetry from 1982, is as follows: Octopiithagoas
– analysis: leanings towards science/metaphysics suggesting the
construction of a personal ontology, peaking around age 15 in most cases
(cf. Freud: ‘Sex and Science – the making of man, lecture,
1903’), however the poem’s more fantastical wordplay suggests
a later stage of poetic development, re-entering the imaginery period,
constructing the unreal following the initial construction of the supposed
real. From this I put his age at 16-17 at the writing of Octopiithagoas,
and assume date of writing same as date of publication/competition entering
– the stage of self-doubt over ones juvenilia not having been reached;
ie. publication very soon after writing.
I failed to locate sad sack last night while traipsing Whitby charity shops in the rain, however, in the shelves and boxes of a cramped sidestreet bric-a-brac shop, I did find a secondhand CD box set sampler of material from Joni Mitchell’s 4 ‘missing’ early albums, including the album ‘bisonine and …[?]’ containing the song ‘Urge for Going’. This was a really important find. I had heard ‘urge for going’ once, several years ago on radio Scotland. The song does exist outside of dreamland. I have often tried to locate it, but now know why I have failed – it is from one of 4 missing early albums, dating from the days of live performances in Greenwich Village coffee shops in the early sixties. I believe the song was one of the first to make Joni her name on the NY coffeeshop scene. The radio Scotland playing of it indicates that a genuine recorded version does exist in the mainstream. The presence of 4 whole albums of such early material is as the Grail itself to this early-Joni-ite. Albeit if they exist only in dreamland. I must channel the material somehow.
I feel that in reference to our current quest the finding of the teaser box set from Joni’s lost albums in the dream represents missing soft core road trip mix tapes being discovered. At the haberdasher’s request may be about to resurface.
Nb. In the dream I didn’t purchase the CD set (priced I think at £39.99). The knowledge that somewhere the 4 albums exist is for now enough. I will hold out for the vinyl of the full 4 albums, and will expect Lake Tahoe needlework references on them.
Examinations of the
dreamworld are always of value, even if not of intended value. Inights
abound in the dark as well as under the anglepoise. Another way of considering
the significance of your dreams signs, as well as the discovery of lost
mixtapes, is to look at the definites within the dream, such as the Joni
songtitle 'Urge For Going'. I suspect this to be of at least as great
a significance as the dreaming of lost recordings themselves. An 'urge
for going' could represent the cargo corps practice of crossing borders
and making inter-campus recruitment drives, it could represent your thoughts
on the principles behind the disappearances (an urge for going off the
radar/disappearing), or it could be a manifestation of your desire to
spread your wings.
2 recent developments/thoughts...
1: last night, after travelling through the inner ring-road routes of
Edinburgh, I became embroiled in a close-up battle in a small warehouse
building. I along with 2 others took on the shapeshifting morphing government
agent type beings. The fight went our way eventually, after some moans
of fear audible to the none-dreaming. The episode involved particular
use within the battle of angling projectiles/energies along curved arcing
boomerang-like flow lines. These same lines I had earlier constructed
atop of a map of the US, as an alternative transport network for road
trips and as representations of curvy ley-line-like energy routes. The
image will be copied to you shortly. Its whorling fingerprint shapes are
convincing. The use of similar line-forms in the battle struck me as meaningful.
Keep working the dream
angles, or curves; who knows where they will lead us. As Palindrome used
to say to me, 'I do some of my best work in my sleep'.
I have spent my last few hours vainly searching for further leads in Boston but turned up nothing so am heading back to my hometown office to assess the timeline of the case. I get the feeling Boston was once a hotbed of activity, but is no longer such; though it is definitely somewhere along the path to/from current activity hotspots. There are people in this town who know things, but nobody is prepared to tell me anything explicitly. Back at my hotel this afternoon, I went for one last swim before heading to the airport (from where I am writing this missive). Returning to the changing area after a few lengths of the pool I discovered a handwritten note in my locker which simply reads "He's Not Here. Time to Move On" signed by 'The Boston Rat'. I can only assume that the 'he' referred to is Searly and that the Boston Rat is one of the tech guys who knows more than he let on initially. I am taking this as friendly advice rather than some kind of threat or warning. Most likely he wasn't prepared to admit his knowledge in front of his coworkers. There is no point in pursuing information from a man who does not want to be known - I feel if I tried to work him out and talk to him alone, he still would not be forthcoming, so for now I am heading home to reassess the case, review my notes and produce a timeline of the case in hope of gaining further understanding of this whole circus.
Last night, between double rums in a bar I cannot remember the name or
location of, I was chatting to a barmaid at last orders. My compadres
were already moving on back towards the pad. I lingered. I have no idea
what this has to do with the case other than a sneaking feeling that something
of importance did happen next, possibly something was said, or something
alluded to, which I now forget. If it comes back to me I will pass on.
So much is lost in a haze of sleep and double rums that remains forever
forgotten. One cannot remember half of ones genuine lived experiences
- understair liaisons; window hangings; skies the colour of fire…
just as one is oblivious from one body of all ones other experiences in
the multitude of other seats and armchairs and deckchairs of consciousness
throughout the universe.
It came back to me. The barmaid I met the night before last was a singer-songwriter.
I met up with her and her boyfriend briefly last night. They are living
in an airstream on the edge of town. Parked up in a layby under some deciduous
foliage cover. He is some years younger than her, I feel (unless she just
has an ‘older soul’ as people sometimes say). She played and
sang part of one of her songs. It contained the refrain ‘doing the
Boston Mass’. Her picking work was very harp-like – lots of
open strings and semitone intervals. Not unlike early Joni on Songs to
a Seagull. The couple very much had a feel of being ‘on the run’,
but without the weary faces of having been on the road for long. I think
they are recent fugitives. I don’t know how long they plan to stay
in town – presumably a while if she’s got bar work. Maybe
for the season, before the urge for going kicks in.
the leads I failed to find in Boston will come to you from your local
Joni. It seems fitting that as soon as I leave the town, a possibly significant
reference to it shows up elsewhere. It bears hallmarks of the Obfuscationist
modus operandi; You look right, there's nothing there; you look left and
they tell you to look right again.
Your mention of the album title Songs To A Seagull causes me to recall the French artist and funambulist Philippe Petit who, while crossing an illegally rigged highwire between NYC's World Trade Centre towers in the '70s, paused to lie back on his 3/4 cable hundreds of metres above the Earth's surface and carry out a dialogue with a seagull circling a few tens of feet above him. It strikes me now that perhaps Searly is in a metaphorically similar position and is, as such, untouchable by the man of average means. Perhaps we will have to wait for him to cross the threshold at the time of his choosing and once again become accessible in a more general capacity.
Funambulist? Obfuscationist? I don’t see much difference.
Back From Boston. Arriveded home to discover a package from Kingsbury PI amongst my mail. It contains a document entitled Fabrics Of The Future, which is explained in her accompanying letter as relating to a current Phd proposal by a student called Dan Stairs.
Whilst I was away, Kingsbury has attended a public viewing of a design competition featuring a selection of Phd research proposal posters. It was here, her letter explains, that she found the document I mention, given as a handout to accompany the poster on display. Allow me now to relay a few excerpts for your consideration...
Fabrics of the Future
This practice-led project explores ways of using sustainable textile fibres. Through creative experiments with newly developed natural fibres and closed-loop synthetics, to produce solutions to sustainable textile 'products'.
To design and develop innovative textile 'products', using ecologically and environmentally sustainable fibres.
To research closed-loop production methods.
To disseminate findings in academic and manufacturing environments.
Now, let's examine this; note the opening gambit - 'a practice-led project'. This means actually carrying out what is being examined, not just reseraching it. Stairs is planning on acting out whatever it is he is 'studying'. Next sentence speaks of 'creative experiments'. More action for 'research' purposes of dubious nature. Look at the aims and other ambiguous terms jump out; 'eco-design' 'closed-loop production methods' - what are these? eco-design sounds like designing ecological systems to me and 'closed loop production' is a perfect descriptor for the private network of individuals, who seem to exist outside of normal social circles and communication channels, that we are dealing with.
Note the final aim - 'to disseminate findings in academic and manufacturing environments'. Is this not exactly what Project 31 could be described as doing? the talk of a 'new paradigm' sounds ominous. Why would one want ecologically sustainable fibres for any other reason than creating an environment which would be sustainable with the current natural one? One other thing of note is the use of inverted commas with every mention of products. That is sheer ambiguity - a calssic Obfuscationist trait.
Unless I am being paranoid and overcompensating for failing to sight Searly in Boston, this would seem to a good insight into the closed loop soft core network. It would seem that Dan Stairs is an Obfuscationist and a part of the Cargo Corps who has secured funding for the operation under the guise of academic research. The alternative view is that he is a government plant and is monitoring academic reserch in the textile field on behalf of the military. As of writing I am unsure but my gut is leaning toward to former. I was hoping for at least a days rest now I am home, but can't shake the imperative to research Stairs.
further sifting of my communications has brought to my attention your theory of existing on the stateline as a means to evade the law. It is out of the box yet obvious all the same. A fantastic theory which could, if achieving a certain threshold density, exist as a self sustaining organism, or culture, akin to yeast in the demijohn of a home winemaker. This is something worth investigating, but given their lack of discovery, the likelihood is that such communities, if they exist at all, must do so in destinations remote from urban or other densely populated areas. Of course, living subterraneanly would allow one to evade the law by vertiginous means.
Heard from Lone Wolf, who has also been pursuing dream-based investigations. I quote; "Had a dream the other night about someone named Epps. Thought it was someone we already mentioned, but the Epps surname was an acronym." There could be mileage in this.
Also in the mail was the white window envelope of dubious postage. Who knows how long it has been sitting there in the hallway corner, slightly raised by the curled corner of the straw mat? Its contents tie in with recent revelations. The idea of what isn't, or is barely seen is still there, is at the foundation of our investigation. One thing I forgot to mention about Dan Stairs' proposal is that he was proposnig fibres which would allow for the owner to remodel them at will by the means of easily achievable conditions. Take your t-shirt, stick it in the microwave for a minute then mould it into a bowl to eat your soup from; wash it out, soak it in warm water and mould it into a pair of sandals. Think of the implications if such attribute could be achieved on a architectural scale.
In reference to microwaving clothing. It is actually an old technique, but for other purposes. I have done this already, circa 1994. As a setting method for heat-setting dye for creation from thin white tee of the ‘angel tee’ – tye dyed rose-pink a la Melissa George soap character Angel. With Angel, said tee was only ever part showing – a sleeve hem here under thin blue denim shirt – a neck line there under a lacy vee neck. For myself I recall said garment worn during five-a-side, uncovered. Possibly on the very occasion of a certain Wolds reporter’s deep-in-own half swerveball strike placing itself in net behind me, aghast. I know not now where the garment lies. Possibly in a dusty drawer of a parents’ house. But that ball travelling slow motion past me will forever be on my conscience… Some things even sleep cannot erase.
It is a brave man who wears pink tie-dye in full view. Circa 1994 would be around the time that the soft-core group is believed to have risen to prominence, increasing in stature for a few years before the 1998 disapearances. Perhaps you have previously been closer to the Michigan set than you dare to realise. Perhaps not - the same idea independently manifesting in two separate places at the same time has already been discussed as being possible. Your talk of a swerveball reminds me of your description of the whorling lines witnessed in your dream. Why is is that sporting metaphors are so widely applicable? Searly, as a sports fan, must know more than most about this.
It’s a game of two halves.
The rich seam of analogy and parable contained in the annals of sports
punditry is unsurpassed. For those of you watching in black and white,
the brown is the ball behind the blue…
I recall one snooker hall incident – struggling to see the table through clouds of cigar smoke, I went to the wrong table. Setup was roughly as remembered – reds opened but not fully – most still in a huddle behind the pink like nervous sheep. Cue ball up top resting somewhere near the D. No clear lines for a pot. I went to play a nestle shot into the pack, nice and gentle – leave it sitting in amongst those infantrymen. Up steps a stranger. I’m bent down by now lining up. Cigar haze too, remember. ‘Yunno Jack’, the stranger says, ‘I say we spring it Saturday next.’ I glance up at said stranger. ‘I say not,’ I tell him, in a gravely voice. ‘Never do on a Saturday night what you can throw on a Friday. Twice the recovery time, see.’ Stranger looks at the balls. I have a change of heart, play the ball glancing off corner red to return back up top again. Get lucky – it settles behind the brown nice and tight. I walk back into the fog. Find my double rum, and then find my table. Play the same shot all cocky on my own green, only mess it up this time and sink the white in the corner hole. My associate laughs. It’s always more rewarding impressing strangers anyway. Friends already know what you can do. A week later I read the paper to see the local bank got hit for a few rows of noughts on a Friday evening. I feel proud to have masterminded it, but don’t hand myself in.
Indeed you are as insightful
and correct as ever. The snooker or pool hall is a breeding ground for
low level hoodlums and criminal activity. Something to do with providing
men too young to drink a place to hang out and smoke, I have always thought.
In fact, if such premises were to keep a signing in book, it would read
as a aeritable who's who of minor street criminals. Such activity, left
unchecked, could easily develop into capers such as bank robberies and
grand larceny. The charge of larceny contains some interestingly subtle
clauses, for example (this is a classic example taken from an old law
book which resides in my library) '
The paradox of the doughnut and the pie that you raise cuts to the very heart of this case so far. The empty central space of the doughnut is the virtual centre of the object’s gravity, yet is massless, and in effect gravity-less. It is the eye of the rotating storm. Imagine a hollow planet. If you reach the exact centre, you could float in the perfect equilibrium of opposing pulls from every direction. It is like the donkey who starves to death unable to decide which of two identical bails of hay to eat from.
I feel Searly has conducted, or is conducting, or plans to conduct, the perfect crime. He has rotated the object, but as you so aptly ask, was it a doughnut or a pie?
Nb. A doughnut can be rotated in various ways without conducting larceny. I could provide diagrams. It can be spun as a coin is spun, rather than as a flying saucer spins. However this requires finding said doughnut balancing on its edge, or else possibly hung on a string. Alternately it could be rotated about a point on its edge, or about any point containing doughnut dough.
I feel it was definitely a nut that Searly was/is spinning. The coastal ring around the great lakes themselves form a doughnut ring around a central emptiness (water as the void area).
There is a definite theme of space and non-space developing – groups trying to dwell outwith normal space. The gaps in the jumper that you correctly identify – the source of its strength and power, yet an absence. It is the air in the wool, not the wool itself, that is of importance.
This massless gravity you describe could well be the phenomenon the term 'Boston Mass' refers to. The concept of an empty centre and the idea of something that exists, but isn't seen are both applicable to the case. Also, A donut could be described as a closed loop. I now presume that Boston may operate as a hollow centre for (at least some of) the operations. This would explain why evidence of Searly has been found in the surroundings of Boston, but Searly himself is not there. The ring of habituations arcing from Nova Scotia to Wisconsin should be examined in more detail. This would extend north through Canada and down to the mid-Eastern states.
Incidentally, while working a case at the request of Bob Palindrome in Croatia back in 2006 i met a guy called Evan (oe maybe Ethan, details are sketchy) from Wisconsin, a happy-go-lucky type. I was gathering evidence of a music festival which was relatively unknown at the time and attracted maybe less than a thousand young European revellers. Two things struck me about Ethan the evening I met him at an open-air bayside restaurant, one - he was the only American at the festival I had met, two - he appeared to be there completely on his own - quite unusual for a foreign festival-goer.
His behaviour was described by some people in the group I was shadowing as 'friendly', while others referred to it as 'annoying'. Being a tolerant man, these attributes eventually led to him spending quite a lot of time talking to me. He did strike me as an interesting character, slightly out of step with the rest of the crowd. I recall eating grilled tuna steak while he told some elaborate tale of how he came to be there, involving mis-dated work contracts and holiday leave, but I fail to recall the details. In fact, all I remember concretely is him teaching myself and Kingsbury PI the vogue-ish hand sign which accompanied the territorial phrase 'Wisconsin Baby!' favoured by the local youth there. See attached picture for reference.
I have no further memory of anything Ethan told me, as it did not seem pertinent to the case I was working back then. Had I been handed the Searly case earlier, I could have used this opportunity to ask 'Ethan' of the local wool subculture. Such misfortune can only be attributed to poor aim by the arrow of time.
The ‘west-side’ style W-sign as taught by Evan/Ethan (the guy to the left of frame I assume) is inherently important to the case. The northern states have that looming proximity to ‘otherness’ lacked by the more central localities. While the southern states, texas, NM, Ca, have a sunny Mexican other pervading their psyche, the boundary fringe to the north is saturated by something altogether more mysterious – the encroaching rain-curtain of the North – the mist, the winter darkness, the blue-grey sky over the wheatfields that comes along in September like something out of Van Gogh – You can read it in the faces of those northern border-watchers. Like they can hear the static of the rain and know that if they wanted to they could tune right into it…
Why Croatia? Was Evan/Ethan just travelling through, or there for some reason? Was he an important figure, or just a neutral carrier of Wisconsin information for you? The festival circuit would be a good place to recruit strangers for some cause. Just as the circus scene was (/is?) a haven for runaways, fugitives, and those seeking cheap travel and adventure, so the festival circuit is a means for the same old longhaired guys you might see loitering on the dodgem boards to travel discretely and undetected from town to town, country to country, selling falafels and day-glo jester’s hats to teenagers, or screwing together highhats and setting up mic stands. Was Ethan part of this scene? Why was he alone?
A donut is indeed the perfect closed loop. We seem to be looking microscopic and macro-scopic at the same time. Closed loop Boston Mass on large scale, and molecular closed loop technology in fabrics, on small scale. Perhaps doing the same job and utilising the same physical processes at both levels? Party size and king size donuts, but what about the middle ground?
Would it be theft to eat a donut but moving oneself upwards slowly while eating, such that donut stays in same place? Plus, how does donut law allow for earth’s spin, earth’s orbital movement, galactic spin, even tectonic drift – Einstein claims all motion to be relative. Over a long enough timescale there is no measurable absolute spatial position, even relative, in relation to, say, a location on the planet. Of course it is one purpose of such monuments as the pyramids, stone circles, the guidestones even, that they are markers trying to give an absolute position. As absolute markers on this planet they naturally ‘track’ the wider movements, the seasons, the precession of the equinoxes, etc.
If I was in court I would claim donut theft is impossible as the donut is already in non-linear, even non-euclidean, motion. By moving a donut further one could be attempting to put it back where it came from…
wool and vinyl - simultaneously spinning natural and synthetic materials wool and vinyl - simultaneously spinning natural and synthetic materials
Both. I have, partly to understand more clearly what we are dealing with here, begun spinning natural and synthetic materials simultaneously, in something approaching what I suspect was behind the report dug up by Kingsbury PI. The natural material I chose was unwashed and uncarded highland-grown white sheepswool. The synthetic was medium-density black vinyl, sourced from Ullapool area junior highland games indoor sales area, specifically N Young’s first solo album, and the seminal Warhorse album, both picked up for £2 a hank, along with More soundtrack original-ish pressing, early Queen, and ‘Taste’ (Rory Gallagher’s band). There was also a wealth of prog, in particular Yes albums, which I left. Said highland games included 1 male senior event (over 21 yr old dads), for which I narrowly ensured no photo-finish was required.
The spin-source I chose for closed loop natural material spinning was an Ashford dark-rosewood wheel fitted with jumbo flier for greater width flexibility. Foot-Action operated. The spin source for closed loop (if indeed a spiral-groove 45 counts as closed loop, as opposed to the rare continuous-play closed groove discs) was a black turntable circa 1995, I forget the manufacturer. Powered by mains electricity.
Both spins were started near-simultaneously, without any CERN-style hiccups. Spin was allowed to continued for some time (1-2 hours). The bobbin filled quickly with approx 4mm width off-white coarse wool cordage, and was emptied and refilled once. Apparatus were then shut down, again close to simultaneously. The scaremongers’ fears of adverse reactions between the two mediums producing an uncontrollable chain reaction of spin, were this time at least unfounded.
I recall while working with Sam Ting at MIT, the same feeling of quiet achievement quickly giving way to the desire just to get on with the next test…
The next process in this case was the dyeing of the natural spun material. For this I chose mixed lichens from the lichen repository out back of the facility building, along with solar-distilled and re-acidified streamwater, balsamic vinegar, sea salt and onion skins. After bringing to critical point temperature in heating chamber, I added the first skein of post-spin material, and reduced heat to low. Second skein was then added. The hue began a deep magenta from the lichens, then after a night cooling in the chamber, turning to a rusty orange. The material is now airing naturally on a medium to high humidity external sill. I will use said material soon and pass on further findings and conclusions.
Timeline has now been produced,
ranging from formation of the earth through the pre-cambrian, the cambrian,
the pleistocene, the age of atlantis, into the dawning of the age of aquarius,
to current modern times, taking in the construction of the water-weathered
sphinx and the great pyramids, calanais and stonehenge, the guidestones,
and the assumed beginning of construction of soft Michigan. Also taking
in Ronald Searly’s poetry competition and the often forgotten ‘bin-fire’
incident, of 1982, at which the probably teenage Searly claimed no involvement
in said bin-fire. An incident in which I have great interest.
However, it was not until 2004
that material was released by Broken Social Scene, which we know to have
been penned by Costa. Three theories could explain this. Either, Costa
disappeared in the 90’s, but her material was in the hands of the
Toronto music scene before then, later being released by BSS,
The Big Fox
I believe I know who / what EPPS is. I have met him (or rather a member
of the group) without knowing it. EPPS is none other than the Edinburgh
Photographic and Photojournalistic Society, a covert branch of IPPS, the
International Photographic and Photojournalistic Society (also sometimes
referred to as the International Photo-Press Society). Bells rang when
I first investigated the online works of Contact B, met in the Cumberland
Club. It included stuff that could only be considered journalistic –
including images of war graves and international conference attendees.
The Cumberland Club, I now realise, is the base of the EPPS. Contact B
may even be the very same member who took photographic images while exploring
the catacombs of Peru. He certainly will be aware of the images taken,
with a personal interest due to his own great lakes background. I believe
his allusion to an urban fox he has located, of which he refuses to tell
the authorities the location, can only be code. An urban fox is a perfect
symbol for an underground fugitive living undetected within a city, like
so many of the individuals involved in this investigation. Certainly,
Contact B (B for Brian EPPS, perhaps), does also photograph real urban
foxes, however I am now certain that he and I were thrown together on
that fateful night for reasons other than the discussion of actual ‘foxes’.
Rather, it was understood that the fox in question was a ‘big fish’
in our investigations.
The whitsun sun is warming
the light sea breeze… A number of investigators are Out of Office.
My own anglepoise lab is vacated. My mind turns once more to conversations
with Sam Ting, Gershon Goldhaber, Martin Perl, and others in the old quark
team. Once a wildcat, always a wildcat, as they say. People often ask
me: ‘what’s happening at CERN?’ ‘What’s
going on since the big switch flick?’ I tell them go research.
Prolongued radio silence leads me to believe that our agents in rural
yorks and (recently) Boston have entered a new realm of investigative
depth. Perhaps the net is drawing in. Perhaps they are drawing the net
in. A dragnet an ocean wide, for the big fish. I must reveal that last
night, I aided the hurried removal from a city squat of my and another
agent’s stuff. We left the place with the filth of years of decay
– strange rusting gas pipes that light up like some oil refinery
display. Cupboards with broken hinges, full of green and brown stubby
bottles of cheap lager, some still half full from strange forgotten nights.
On leaving, this was all visible at the surface, after several days (or
has it been months?) of it being hidden by our temporary presence –
Orange throes (or throws? – a query for Kingsbury PI to answer)
and purple wall hangings were pulled up from damp furniture to make haversacks
for swift transport of file notes; audiocassettes; dictaphones; emergency
garlic cloves. From 2am or whatever hour it was, I slept on the carpet
– the damp from accumulating winters of discontent made the sofas
and mattresses an unattractive prospect. A sudden and bright start at
dawn. Vehicle pulls up at the door, and away. Key hidden in usual place
for future users of this facility, future victims of this squalor. The
driver is alert; ready; a true getaway man. A safe pair of hands. I close
my eyes and sleep the early morning away. Wake on a B-road from dreaming
of a cat scraping at my windows. Or was it the other way round? Did I
wake to a cat scraping the window from dreaming of a B-road. I may never
Consider the prolonged
radio silence now broken. I have been catching up on the non-case aspects
of my life since returning from Boston. Also, feraing they may be investigating
us, i thought laying low on communications may force them to operate less
covertly and come closer to us. This would appear not to have been the
case, at least from my perspective, and we still appear to be working
'under the radar' so to speak.
re: donut law
You ask if it would be theft to eat a donut while moving upwards to counter the motion of it falling into your stomach. Einstein does indeed claim all motion to be relative. A discussion with Dr. Epstein at dinner the other night (only now do I notice the similarity to the name Einstein) illustrated this idea to me further. Only a person in freefall (moving at the same speed as gravity) is truly motionless against the backdrop of spacetime. So, eating the donut while falling from a great height would be the only way I know of eating someone else's donut with a clear conscience. Of course, this could prove medically disasterous unless the eater-with-conscience was equipped with some sort of parachute-easque apparatus to aid the fall. I'm not sure where stealing one of your MIT boys' donuts in an anti-grav chamber stands in respect to the law.
Your non-linear defense has merit but such laws only apply to a single viewpoint. In Borges' The House of Asterion, the number 14 is used to signify infinity. In a courtroom you have twelve jourors along with the prosecution and defense, which totals 14. Perhaps this number is of cosmic significance - the first integer above some osrt of cosmic threshold. [one number beyond the unlucky 13, which is perhaps the tipping point. Thought of as unlucky in foiklore but actually just unpredicatable, giving results which fall either side of this cosmic threshold.] So, maybe with 14 viewpoints, we actually have infinite viewpoints, thus non-linear may be inapplicable as evidence.
I do not know if this helps with the case.
The reference material sent on Closed Loop fibres revealed a detail which may be of note regarding the fibrous aspects of the case. See mention of a special fabric as follows...
Cinchilla: A cotton, wool, and even synthetic fabric of sateen or twill construction with extra fillings for long floats.
This is a fabric which can
be made from natural and synthesised sources and bears a cutely disguising
name. Note the talk of 'long floats'. Combining this with the name of
the fibre suggests to me a Flotilla, something highly pertinent to this
case. Perhaps the Michigan crew were looking at shipping/manufacturing
such a fibre for use in their various operations. Perhaps your novel simultaneous
spinning experiments are something akin to this manufacturing process,
though may need some kind of modification or change of variables to get
the desired results.
Our Boston man’s dispatches fit perfectly – road trips either
cease or go more underground in 2005. The theory of Costa’s low
key festival circuitry is 99.7% likely, I feel. Slipping back into the
fog when the band ‘make it’.
The speed adjuster controls of a good mixer double turntable set up are indeed a potential means of achieving a variety of beat frequencies from waveform interference.
In the city squat this investigator abandoned overnight recently, such
a two turntable set-up was included among the original paraphernalia present.
The investigator recalls the fullsome sound of such interference some
years previous. I have recently been researching non-electric wind-up
turntables (originally called grammaphones, due to their frequent presence
in the upper year social rooms of grammar schools, where 15 year olds
would listen to swing, ragtime and early jazz). Standard grammaphones
would have an analogue variable speed control. Later machines would have
an analogue 3 way control between 78, 45 and 33. What I could do with
is something capable of going lower – say 22. That way I could do
the ’45 played at 33 speed’ trick on 33s, and listen to a
whole album at ‘mong-out’ speed. I know of no modern manufacturer
of wind-up, non-electric grammaphones. There may be one.
But where are you from originally, I ask. I expect her to be German,
for example. She says she is originally from Canada – that is the
accent, she explains. West Coast? I ask. Yes, the west.
On the cover image, the red Indian laughing lady is moving in the opposite direction to Neil, however the overlapping alignment between them on the ‘great shot’ makes it appear that she is actually riding in Neil’s backpack (and so actually going in the same direction as Neil, but facing backwards – like a rear gunner). With every movement I feel an opposite flow probably occurs, as per Newton’s third law. So, if this Canadian woman went from Canada to the US, she is the reverse of the movin’ up country hippies who went to Vancouver to avoid nam. Just like Neil, in fact, who travelled from his roots in Canada to the US west.
Addendum to case notes:
Nota bene, coming tour dates for BSS:
3 Jul 2009 / Rothbury Festival / Rothbury, Michigan
This is no coincidence. Within a month they travel from Michigan to Toronto
to Lake Tahoe itself, California. The roadsters are returning home…
This investigator took the
wekeend off the case to indulge in some much overdue and impressively
intense sunshine and only now has he picked up the immediately impending
development in the case, ie. the immediacy with which BSS are 'toueing'
from Canada to California. This strikes me as pertinent for the following
reasons - we have already established that festival and musical touring
circuits are ideal ways to move poeple and goods around the continent
in a fairly undetected way. We also know Costa is either in BSS or has
close links with them. This suggests to me that Costa may use a BSS tour
as a means to achieve her own ends, with or without the band's compicity
(she is a known Obfuscationist, remember, and as such would have no problem
hiding her true intentions while being close to the band). The band may
even be a front to hide less universally accepted operations, such as
the promotion of wool-based lifestyles or products of closed-loop synthesis,
with promotional methods possibly adapted from those used by the Minnesota
thinktank (I recall Costa being quoted in a marketing journal from years
ago, which suggests she either worked in marketing or pretended to work
in marketing to gain knowledge of their obfuscatory techniques [i strongly
suspect the latter]).
Astute indeed. Is there a place for llama knit bobble hats in summertime?
This investigator knows the double use of woollens as both warming and
cooling aids – just like leather or antifreeze, the fibres (or the
gaps between them) have a dual quality for both extremes of temperature
- keeping warmth in when cold outside, but also cooling when hot outside.
I believe wool does this partly by allowing moisture out, thus utilising
the cooling effect of latent heat of evaporation. Far better than moisture-trapping
synthetics… There may be a market for woollens in California for
this reason. This investigator’s back is burnt, but not as badly
burnt as it would have been without frequent use of light blue ethnic
cotton shirt. I do like the term ‘ethnic’. All of us are ethnic,
hence it implies humanity as opposed to artificial, made by a genuine
human being as opposed to a machine… Perhaps even made by a genuine
free-feeling alive human being as opposed to a factory slave drone…
Maybe some sweat, but not shop sweat… maybe some dollar changed
hands, but hopefully some donation made to an orphanage or something.
A new village well, that’s not owned by coca cola…
Enlightening wool knowledge
there. I now wonder how wool knows which way is inside and which way is
outside, and thus which way its heat transferring properties are to be
This is a lot to digest. I will take one thing at a time, if I can slow
my excited mind enough to do so.
At approximately 7am today I was contacted in a dream by the wife of
James Long. She was wanting information on his disappearance. I gave no
information, as I have none.
For myself, the bus caught up with me some time later, and left me at
desired beach location, along with two young campers, without charging
me the fare.
Did you ask the woman where
she learnt the stitching technique? If yu see her again, I suggests you
try to glean if she ever spent any time in the vicinity of Droitwich.
I take it that this is a wholly different lady to the old laughing elk
you met in the road last week (the image of such a scene in my head makes
me thing of 'Grandma Death' from the film Donnie Darko). Old ladies are
often wise beyond expectations and the insights possible from such sources
should never be underestimated. Allow me now to recount what was gleaned
from another Old Hand from the labs...
The artwork on Monk's record depicts the artist in an underground bunker, a basement of sorts.In this basement, Monk is at his piano surrounded by assorted objects thus: cheese, grapes, guns, a haybucket, several wine bottles and glasses and a gestapo officer tied to a wooden chair. In the background (the image has a strong sense of depth) is a woman holding a rifle, staring at the viewer from a distance. Monk also sports a gun, strapped to his back out the way of his hands for freedom on the keyboard yet in easy reach should he decide he requires it's use. A detonator connected to a string of explosives lies at his feet in the foreground and Viva La France is grafittied onto one of the walls [above the nazi]. The image is rendered in dark earthy hues and has a natural textural quality to it.
Now, i happen to know the Dylan
record fairly well and am familiar with it's sleeve art. the two are very
similar. The artist is also situated in a basement with his instrument
of choice (in Dylan's case a mandolin, being played in the manner of a
fiddle). Earthy tones, seemingly random objects and characters abound.
There is also a man in military dress similar to Monk's Gestapo prisoner.
A woman also stares at the viewer from the back of the picture.
You forget one vital thing. With a poetry competition, I supposed that release of material was immediately subsequent to penning/recording. However, not so with basement tapes. They were indeed recorded in 68. Release occurred years later.
Grandma death, grandma time, old laughing lady. Yes – many names but I think one person. I managed to avoid running down a sweet highschool girl called Jena though. If such a sweet highschool there had been standing nearby, I would maybe have hit grandma death…
In answer to your earlier question – she didn’t stitch the bag herself. I believe it was purchased in a shop owned by a middle agent who imported goods from a producer, possibly with one or more further middle agent handler/importer between the shop owner and the producer. As with branching drug dealerships, this can make the producer very hard to trace… Perhaps it was made in Boston or, as Lone Wolf has suggested to me, Droitwich itself.
Nb. I assume the monk was toying with the French resistance roots of much dance music. A great comparison there. 68 both.
Using washroom-based channelling techniques I have accessed some of the words of the song (do the) boston mass… There is a mama cass rhyme in there. And long strings of seemingly random rhymery, eg. ‘I’d light a fire if I had a match / I’d dress as a pirate if I had a patch / I’d throw a ball if I could catch / I’d lay an egg if I could hatch / I’d open a window if I had a latch / I’d build a roof if I could thatch…’; and ‘you’re gonna have to stand up when you land on your ass / you’re gonna have to ham it up when the’ve canned all the laughs / you’re gonna need a candle when they’ve turned off the gas / you’re gonna need a pratfall when they’ve banned all the gaffs…’ . Pretty inane stuff and devoid of much relevant meaning, it would seem. Perhaps I am channelling the wrong song…
In reference to recent basement work regarding the monk and the band:
The basement has long been a stronghold of the underculture… As one investigator suggests, one place the ‘underground’ will naturally hide is in the actual underground. The underground stream, a below-ground flow of water, has long been a symbol of secret cultures, knowledge or traditions. The esoteric strands of crypto-religious and crypto-anthropologic study such as the nasorean / templar / celtic Christian traditions are one example. This example also, as with our case, supposedly utilised the literal underground, taking cover in catacombs under the temple of herod, for example, and leaving fish symbols on the walls. Our crossed knitting needles and 4 lakes found by ‘Epps’ in catacombs in South America, are comparable to this.
The basement, however, is no river, it is a lake. It is no tunnel, it is a cave. An enclave - a slab of crumbling concrete rather than a tarmac road. It leads nowhere geographically, but it persists. (On a four dimensional drawing of course, it would be a tunnel, a road, a river – spanning along the time axis as long as it persists to exist.)
If the basement is the cave / lake / cracking carpark, then the tunnel / river / road must be highway 61.
I have long been associated with an individual, a filmmaker of some avant-garde standing, working on a film treatment for a literal translation film version of the song Desolation Row. The film, as yet unfilmed I believe, is to be a veritable nighttime circus of characters. Einstein will have his electric violin; Ophelia will have her sad red light. The blind commissioner will be on the tightrope with a hand in his pants… The main dilemma of the film will be who is in and who is out of Desolation row. Who peeks into the place, and who mails postcards out of it?
As a row, ie. a street of dwelling houses, it is part cave, part tunnel. A basement that can be reached by tunnels - populated with the same characters as fill the covers of Monk’s and the Band’s 68 subterranean works. The circus is in town…
See also, the laughing lady – perhaps she ventured into the basement in Neil Young’s backpack, as he lay there with the full moon in his eyes, dreaming of replacement after the gold rush, and hoping what his friend said had been a lie. His friend could be Dean Stockwell, the spirit guide of Sam Beckett. The thing he said could be: ‘the gold rush is over; the gold is all gone’. Dean lived on the neighbouring ranch in the same canyon as Neil, and wrote the film screenplay of After the Goldrush, for which Neil wrote the soundtrack. The ‘band fair blowing’ in Neil’s head could be the Band, playing in Neil’s basement.
All just thoughts… Perhaps irrelevant to this particular case.
Why Droitwitch, I have been wondering? Is it at all related to the UK location? Is it an allusion to an equivalent location in the US? Why the Droit Witch?
Could it be related to salt, or transmitters?
The town is situated on massive deposits of salt, and salt has been extracted there since ancient times. The natural Droitwich brine contains 2 1/2 lb of salt per gallon - ten times stronger than sea water and only rivalled by the Dead Sea.
Near Droitwich there is the central longwave broadcasting facility of the UK (Wychbold BBC transmitter), which is also used for transmissions in the medium wave range, Droitwich transmitting station. It was sited near Droitwich because the huge block of underground salt provided a good ground earth and increased signal strength (as related by Mr. Humphreys, Chief Engineer for many years).
In which case, it is reasonable to assume that the US homologue of Droitwich is in Utah – Salt Lake City. But what does this tell us?
droitwich could be some kind
of conflation of detroit and something else.
A fine Archimedian postulation. I would point out that, after settling, the lake’s water level would not actually rise from addition of submerged buildings, as rivers outflowing from the lake act as an ‘overflow valve’ – a bath constantly gaining water from the rain tap will reach the natural level of its overflow and then, no matter how many objects are placed in the bath, after further settling, the same level will be maintained. However, looking at the whole system, the floor will be that much deeper in water as a result of objects in the bath. ie. Sea levels would rise.
You are right that
the 'wich' equals 'wick'. It also equals 'witch' as in wicker man (or
wicca man). I have visited the wicca stronghold of Summerisle in the past,
and feel that the activities of groups being investigated in this case
are not in any way reminiscent of the strange activities there. As such
I favour the wick hypothesis you identify. The same wick technique is
used for draining the reservoirs of the human ear (wax removal). My map
of the ear in my caseroom demonstrates this potentiality. I have never
experienced the method, but I understand that a short hollow wick is inserted
into the ear canal and is then lit at the other end. The wick and flame
act as a parafin lamp, with the wax of the ear being the fuel reservoir,
which is sucked along the wick. I believe the technique is usually used
as a means of emptying the ear of wax, rather than as a means of utilising
a fuel source in order to achieve lighting, but in dark conditions, it
could be used to read in the dark. It would presumably require a sufficiently
long wick to hang down below eye level, for this purpose. I have heard
various urban myth stories of reverse osmosis principles being used to
extract water from a substance, for example as a means of distilling spirit
or as a means of concentrating birch sap to achieve birch syrup (or in
america, maple). I think that is a different principle from the wick.
So, where, if your supposition is correct, is the water stored once syphoned
to detroit by wick? Perhaps, if droitwich itself can be taken as an example
semiologically at least, it is stored in a vast salt reserve under detroit?
The salt could absorb the water, trapping it below ground. Perhaps the
collapse of the US motor industry has been caused by the resultant brine
from this project flooding up and rusting the steel lying in motor city
storerooms ready for cutting into car shapes. Perhaps wool has been planned
to replace steel in a wave of new industrial development. All just thoughts.
I returned to the warehouse last night and developed further use of energy
arcs, achieved through a number of kung-fu style poses and stances. I
also developed a shrinking technique, scaling up or down ones surroundings
by will power imposed upon ones field of vision.
A conversation with one of
the MIT boys during quark research has come back to my mind. I don't know
if this is a false lead, but I remember the following conversation thread.
I think it was with Sam, but I may misremember things - it could have
been with the olive skinned oriental girl Lana who used to hang out by
the water cooler when the lab hit 30 degrees on late July doubleshift
data collating evenings. Either way, I was asking their views on the next
stage of particle accelerators. They said: 'of course, without doing the
whole ringworld space thing, the biggest we could hope for would be a
ring going right round the planet.' The suggestion was that a submerged
ring shaped (or donut shaped!) particle accelerator constructed right
around the circumference of the earth would be the biggest achieveable
and would be capable of splitting into the heart of bosons and beyond.
It was suggested that if it was lined up to gain the additional speed
of the earth's spin AND the additional magnetic propulsion force of the
earth's magnetic poles/core, then it would be a truly great particle accelerator.
I never heard any more of the supposition. CERN took over as top 'nut,
and the MIT facilities were soon enough made obsolete and mothballed.
But a 'nut that size - now that could be capable of splitting gravity
particles, time particles, thought particles and god knows what else...
I don't suppose for a minute that this is what they are building down
there. But then who knows. It's possible. What's to stop them? I mean,
what's to stop them?
So many elements have
recently been atatched to the case that this investigator is wondering
where exactly he should be focussing his energies. Should I concentrate
on closed-loop systems or be looking underground? Should I be looking
for leads relating to Stairs' activities in Ohio or be trying identify
large areas in the Detroit region with the potential for large-scale liquid
storage/absorption? Should I be looking south of the border or walking
the statelines? there are so many angles to this case that a 3D rendering
of it would be one of the most ambitious engineering projects ever undertaken
by man; up there with the Georgia Guidestones or a planet-sized particle
acceleration donut. Perhaps Searly already knows how the case will end
and is building such a 3D case model in his bungalow on the outskirts
Neil Young, CSN and Bruce Springsteen will all be in the same area of the UK over the same weekend, in about a fortnight’s time. I don’t have a ticket. It should be a good focal point for various forces, with an ancient somerset tor and a pyramid-shaped stage increasing the transmission potential of energies from the locality. Meanwhile, today for me is a day of great strangeness and great liability for changes. I met and lingered with my old Australian soulmate last night, and the air seems ripe for a thunderstorm of sorts. I hope this will not be my last transmission, although it may be my last from this station. In the wee wee hours my mind gets hazy, radio relay towers lead me to my baby, the radio’s jammed up with talk show stations, it’s just talk talk talk talk till I lose my patience.
No liquid storage in Detroit, no gasoline in Minnesota, no fleece in Duluth. Just a big hole in a ground floor window of a Minneapolis cold water flat, and a three storey sub-ground parking lot empty of cars.
My man in Somerset may have more to report in 10 days time. My insider is doing the falafel scene on the festival circuit. He may recognise other regular faces from show to show – loitering by the jester hat stand; lingering on the edge of the jazz tent; hiding in bushes when famous people walk by…
your last missive gives me the impression that things are beginning to unravel. Are you working from a new base now? A change in situation often allows things to be seen viewpoints hitherto unviewed. Maybe your move will provide you with a different view of the case.Thunder and lightning is filling the sky as I type. Low pressure. Electricity. Turbulence. eight young tomato plants are currently being rained on.
So, the beards are coming to town. It seems our guitar-slinging cowboys are will be active in the UK at a similar time to Costa's Broken Social Scene hitting the Candian road. Is this coincidence? Not if Bob Palindrome's maxim is anything to go by: 'there's no such thing as coincidences; there's only incidence, and they all go in the casefile'. He also used to say 'a casefile is like a good stew; you chuck everything in there, keep a low heat on it and see what rises to the surface'. I always took this as a good metaphor but once I got to know the man I realised that he also meantit literally.
Once I visted his apartment I soon realised that he would destroy old closed casfiles by boiling them up in a pan of water in his kitchen. This explained the scald marks on his hands I'd previously wondered about. The man, resourceful as ever, used this method of data erasion as it provided him with the raw material for his hobby of making lifesize paper mache sculptures of his favourite birds of prey. The man had these things, hand painted, all over his house. A bald Eagle hung above the main doorway, neck craned down and beak out so as to almost peck your left eye out while you waited for the door to open. A pereguin falcon, wings hunched back in a dive pose sat on his bureau acting as a mail holder, envelope stuffed between the two raised wings. I digress...
although the dates of BSS and the beard troupe's performance are not the same, they are only a couple of weeks apart. There is the possibility of using winds, possibly the trade winds one of our investogators mentioned earlier, to allow the sound to travel over large distances. This obviously takes time. I am consulting Dr Epstein on this and am waiting for confirmation, but rough calculations show that it is fairly likely the soundwaves from both touring circuits will collide and interact at some point around the start of august. Perhaps there is some underlying plan for the two soundwaves to mesh in a certain area, interfering with one another in a way similiar to that you tried to achieve with the dual spin sources.
This could be another Black Cat style experiment, done in reverse fashion to the dual particle example. This time, they are starting with two sources, which are intended to meet up in one location. causing some kind of effect or outcome.Due to the butterfly effect, turbulence, it is hard to predict with certainty the when and where or even if of what may happen, but Epstein did say 'it could be possible'. Of course, I may be looking in the wrong direction and this could just be nothing. If, on the other hand, it is the case, then we are dealing with some advanced Obfuscation techniques.
I think perhaps I have been focusing too heavily on the wool related aspects of the case and negelecting to join the dots between other activities related to the case. In effort to redress this imbalance I'd like to outline my knowledge of the movement known as the Obfuscationsts.
It is believed that the group began in the early fifties US of A with links to the military. Post-war analysis showed that deception tactics were vital to the military success and once the troops had come home stories were soon in the air about how some maverick had planned the perfect dupe and gained a critical victory for his batallion. Equally, when a soldier fell, it was always due to the duplicity of the enemy rather than an error on a comrade's part or just sheer bad luck with odds in a war theatre.
Long story short, in the post-war era there were lots of draftees who had learned to cultivate and depend on deception techniques for their survival and were now looking to integrate back into society. This is how many of the ideas at the root of the Obfuscationist movement came into the public domain. Some of these ex-servicemen went to college and others found steady jobs working for the man, many of them ending up in the growing sales and marketing industry in a boom time for mass production. Their learned instinct to capitalise on weakness and expand territory made them particularly suited to mass maketing and tim has shown a great overlap between obfuscationist thinking and advertising techniques.
Some of those who drifted into the college scene at this time are likely to have been involved in the devlopment of the op-art experiments noted earlier. By the time the hippie/'Nam north/south split happened in the sixties, ofuscationist ideology was widely permeated throughout the civilian mindset. The movement or at least its ideology appears to trascend politics. Photos from vitenam show grafittied obfuscationst symbology in the jungles of SE Asia as well as on college campuses and on placards and pin badges at peace festivals and protest in the US.
John Nash's game theory crystallised many fundamentals of the Obfuscationist modud operandi and was soon latched onto by the marketeers to promote the idea of the anti-Droitwich fix. Among other things, such groups are known to hold responsibility for pointlessly overdeveloped items of basic functionality such as the five bladed razor and the electric toothbrush, pitching them to the public under a shroud of faux personality. Current projections estimate that products will be named after people within 5-10 years. In 20-25 years is is expected that people will be named after products.
I sense the giants of cinema encountering a soundscape problem.
Perhaps when all this is done
we can go travel in a van over the plains, maybe grow some beens.
It's a while since I was last
on the protest or festival circuit.
A consignment of out of date
ginger beer, and canada dry, note, has just reached me by car boot.
I recently retrieved my main casebook which had been idly left at Kingsbury PI's place a few days earlier. It contains observations and suppositions relevant to the case hitherto untouched on.
note 1: The redhead girl in the CCTV footage identified by one of the Boston tech crew as Melody Nelson could she be one of the duo known as 'Melinda Packett'? I recall receipts for auburn hair colour being found at their bay area residence? Sounds like one of those conincidences I don't believe in.
Assuming this is the case, it would seem that there is frequent movement of personnel connected to this whole saga from north to south and east to west. The group seem to have connection in all corners of the continent and also south of the border. Vandeloo and De Leon seem to have moved around more than most people we are aware of in the case - Florida, Baton Rouge, Mexico, Wisconsin, probably Maine. I definitely think these guys are researchers/couriers with major connections moving across the landscape on a constant basis, probably running along differenty routes to the cargo cult already identified. I'm still not sure if they were truly soft core group or if they were government plants.
This moving around would facilitate posting correspondance from all over the US, allowing the group to never use the same address twice, appearing ubiquitous and without an operational centre. This is an organisation structured according to donut law. perhaps they themselves extend around the circumference of the planet and Searly could be anywhere. This is a classic obfuscationist technique, favoured by RC Christian as we have already seen.
One more thing: Dan Stairs. His name sounds so similar to 'downstairs'; it makes me think of basements. I think he could be a good lead. I shall investigate his presence in the Ohio region; preliminary enquiries show he has been spotted in the East Cleveland area.
Radio 4 news item
morning of I think Friday 26 June: A man call Dan
I don't know if a
connection exists between the two Dans. Probably not,
You are right to
pick up on the auburn hair dye receipts. Is the
I am currently researching
postings concerning the michelson morley
the US city replanning programme
sounds interesting. Bound to be linked to the case.
following report is assembled from what is left of notes on Regan
interview/journey. Originals have been lost/disappeared, anything not
retained on reporters body has been *compromised*. Laptop frozen and pens
hard to find. Strange. The reporter when writing this selection is not
aware of the ongoing investigations on the part of The Three.
info on the Droitwitch
* The ability to pretend to
enjoy things which you dislike when it suits the individual's purpose.
The walk in the woods is fascinating
and timeous. The message was what
The collection of floral fabrics
by cargo cult road trips suggests to me
But who is the Queen bee? Perhaps
one of the adroit witches is a second
'the medium is the
message', as in the phrase coined by Marshall McLuhan meaning that the
form of a medium embeds itself in the message, creating a symbiotic relationship
by which the medium influences how the message is perceived. The phrase
was introduced in his most widely known book, Understanding Media: The
Extensions of Man, published in 1964. McLuhan proposes that media itself,
not the content it carries, should be the focus of study. He said that
a medium affects the society in which it plays a role not only by the
content delivered over the medium, but also by the characteristics of
the medium itself.
See photos attached
for evidence discussed in this message.
the Whitby region of East Cleveland UK have yielded vital clues and possible
heavyweight evidence relating to the case. A task force was dispatched
there by myself on a hunch while looking for Dan Stairs' presence in East
Cleveland Ohio, USA. While reserching the US East Cleveland in Ohio, I
came across various mentions of Whitby in East Cleveland UK. The town's
name rang bells in the investigative chambers of my brain due to its similarity
to the name of the WhitbyBoat company first identified in Michigan in
the early days of this case. My hunch proved to be correct and the team
returned with ample evidence of activity in the town. Here one of the
team recount their experience first hand.
The first thing I
must focus on is the ball of wool and crossed needle motif the Bobbins
group are using. It seems very similar to the marks of crossed needles
made on the great lake cave paintings found in Lima by EPPS, as described
by Safelight. This cross motif is the opposite of the rings found drawn
around the great lakes on the wallmap of the military man who Phipps (the
woodland ranger in Maryland) had contact with. This leads me to conclude
that there are definitely military and counter-culture operations active
in the same field - the military using the circle as their power symbol,
and the underground group using the crossed needles as theirs. So, we
are dealing with a game of noughts and crosses. As is known by anybody
who has played the game, the centrespot is by far the most effective position
to hold on the grid; without taking control of this spot, the game is
almost lost by default. In our investigation, any form of midpoint seems
to be empty. I do not know what this means, so draw your own conclusion.
One thought occurs to me - if the military are aligned with the circular
sumbol, it seems likely that closed-loop production methods are the realm
of the military, not the counter culture. This seems all the more probable
due to the amount of resources the military has compared to the likely
resources of any kind of underground operation.
case notes follow from earlier this week to present day.
today: 5.10pm-present time
just off fatpipe. my man she is with chocolate and wine at half ten,
quick thoughts on latest notes though.
yes. the cross needles are now a world wide phenonemon, it is evident.
on suchnsuchaday, someone said:
I draw your attention to certain remarks made by a mister 'no'min'
the circle is a ring avoiding the middle, the X is a crosshair upon the
this investigator reports: That wickerwork ball of wool is spooking
transmission ends. Refil mug. restroom, then plunge in nearby loch
The following is taken
from a 'societies guide' I have just acquired...
The Knottingham Trent Knit Society is made up of students that have a similar interest in knitting, whether it be traditional or contemporary. Our group meets once a week at a variety of pubs and cafes around Nottingham.
People of all abilities are welcome to come along to hand knit, crochet and chat. Even if you are a beginner and have never picked up a pair of knitting needles before, there are plenty of easy-to-learn skills and techniques we are happy to teach you.
There are lots of events to get involved with in the new term, including workshops with a Knitting Guru in John Lewis and a trip to the Knitting and Stitching show in Dublin. In the second term of last year we went on a trip to Paris to see Sonia Rykiel’s 50th Anniversary exhibition as well as to see the sights and experience the nightlife. We hope to have another trip to Europe this year. We have loads of books, magazines, patterns, wool and needles to get beginners started and old-time knitters inspired.
We have a variety of members from all sorts of courses, not just Art & Design, so don’t feel you have to know a thing about knitting to join. Just come along and have fun
Knitting night life. What a coven of strangeness awaits. Investigate, but keep ready for a hasty getaway. We can’t afford to lose you into soft nottingham.
yes, unfortunately I fear that the case may well be closed by the time this society regroups for its next meeting [due sometime in october]. However, in the meantime I could go to John Lewis and enquire about the 'knitting guru'. Could be Jason Kendricks, speedknitter, or at least one of his ilk. Or perhaps the man in question is Searly himself, hiding away in the backroom of a soft furnishing department store. I somehow feel that isn't his style though.
right. back in case room.
I am intrigued by the identity of the knitter Sonia Rykiel, who your
On that basis alone I prefered Whitby. Nothing beats warm greasy chips.
I shall research Sonia and see what I can drag up.