I think it wise to acknowledge your brilliant insight in the matter of
shadow agencies and their machinations. You are absolutely, 100%
correct. They DO manipulate the masses, and select individuals for
various purposes...all of them devious. YOU ARE TOTALLY SANE, as well
as psychically gifted.
I am ALSO convinced at this point in my incredible adventures of
late, that there is at least ONE powerful agency on the side of
righteousness...and they are guiding us, training us, preparing us. For
WORLD WAR THREE. But not the Apocalypse so beloved by Xian rednecks and
murderous goons. The Celtic (and pre-Celtic) lore had it correct,
regarding "The End Times". It will be "The War Of The Wizards", a final
battle where the Good shall be victorious, and reign over earth
forevermore, in peace, prosperity, joy, fulfillment, and most
DEFINITELY: Gay Liberation.
The SPECIFICS of which groups are doing what, their names,
affiliations, etc. are not NECESSARY to know, in order to gain our
Sorely Desired Victory. It is HOW these evil ones operate that matters,
so we can fight fire w/fire by learning to use their own psychic
weapons AGAINST them. You might still have your doubts as to the
outcome, but I don't: WE WILL WIN BIG TIME.
I can see the future. I can remote view. I have no desire to kill goats, or anything else incapable of homophobic will.
One SPECIFIC group I have discovered, is the one I've begun exposing
in my latest Friendly Ghost write-ups: Disciples Of The Zodiac Killer.
Do you know that the MAIN suspect, Arthur Leigh Allen, was a GAY man
who maintained the Wurlitzer organ housed in the Castro Theater? That
was I think in the early 80's, which is some nine years after the last
known Zodiac murder.
Ironic that "Zodiac" recently played at that same theater, eh? This year in fact. (HIGHLY synchronistic with my own erupting revelations.)
Then, in the mid-to-late 80's A.L. Allen opened a little avant-garde
movie house in the Richmond District (also in S.F.). I can find no more
information on the 'net about him, after he closed down that
business...which I believe was around 1988.
Note: the link above does not seem to include mention of his work at
either the Castro theater or his own movie house. Maybe it is in there,
I just have to dig further. However, I DID learn of these facts on
another website, which URL I've forgotten. I'm sure with some intensive
searches, anyone can discover my veracity.
It is highly POSSIBLE this Zodiac Cult--now numbering several MILLION,
I conclude--has ERASED from many resources, as much biographical data
as possible, regarding Their Beloved Master Of Bloody Rule. I find it
MOST fascinating that--if indeed he WAS the Zodiac Killer--our S.F. Gay
Community, or at least a SEGMENT thereof, was HOUSING, PROTECTING and
EMPLOYING a serial killer! His New-Found Disciples...one of them being
Our Gay Family had begun to turn wicked
at the time Mr. Milk climbed the political ladder to Supervisor. I
found the man to be VERY cold-hearted, and non-receptive. And I'm not
the only one. He APPEARED rather ghastly in the face, one could say
"ghoulish". If correct in my surmisal, I conjecture it was H. Milk who
paved the way for this demonic infiltration of local government, and
gay political organizations...as well as gay-friendly bars, bathhouses
I am sure that SOLID evidence will come in before I accuse Milk et
al of murderous skulduggery. Albeit circumstantial, what evidence WILL
emerge will likely be overwhelmingly undeniable. And that is how a
psychic detective works: almost always 100% circumstantial, but such
evidence becomes so ABUNDANT and easily linked to formerly broken
chains, as to be perfectly legit.
What a SHOCKER this will be...and I will surely be vilified for my
opinion by many. But AFAIC, the only folks who MATTER are those who
respect and appreciate my long-suffering devotion to root out evil,
that our community may finally be liberated.
This Cult knows about me of course, and has for MANY years. Some even dwell in my apartment complex,
a NOTORIOUS building, of which small-time hard drug dealers are but a
distraction from the REAL evil that occurs. They have sabotaged my
every step, created much grief in my outreach, and most effectively
ISOLATED me from any real social camaraderie. Their intent is to
eventually kidnap, and TORTURE me with those very devices I fear
most...such as being buried alive (then resurrected/resuscitated at the
This is no joke. What I am about to say may SOUND funny, but that is
exactly how their meme-brainwashing works. They inspire onlookers to
LAUGH at events that are most tragic...thus increasing the misery of
their victims! And THAT explains why, whenever I'm threatened in
public, most folks giggle and do NOTHING to stop my attacker (not even
911). They have been DUPED, mesmerized by The Cult, and do not
comprehend the very wickedness that stands brazenly before them. Here
is their Final Solution for "moi":
My skull is their chief treasure, as it houses
one of the most brilliant minds to ever exist, dedicated SOLELY to
freeing homosexuals from their oppressor's shackles...a totally
BENEVOLENT sort of mind. IOW: a most DESIRABLE trophy for such
villianous necromancers! A TRAGIC end game of inconceivably GROTESQUE
Presently, Hole in the Wall Saloon and Eagle Tavern are FIGHTING
over who gets my skull! Each wants to nail it above the main entrance.
(I am reminded of that scene in Conan Doyle's "Hounds of the
Baskerville" when Professor Moriarty admires the impressively handsome,
noble cranium of his heroic antagonist, the magnanimous Sherlock
But if they can't acquire the real Mccoy (so to speak), they'll do a
replica of my skull, in the purest, rarest of alloys. And decorate it
with priceless gems, beads...and feathers from only the rarest, most
ENDANGERED avian species. IOW, Arthur L. Allen's Disciples are
absoultely and hopelessly INSANE.
The Zodiac Disciples are utterly CONVINCED of their victory over
me...and who am I to correct them? God (or goddess, whatever) is merely
providing them enough rope by which to hang themselves! And make ME the
hero in the process, withOUT suffering any of their nasty schemes.
They've DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE already. I will even win some over, who will
assist in rounding up their leaders to have them put away for life or
(as I strongly recommend) immediately EXTERMINATED.
I used to be AGAINST capital punishment, but this cabal is so cleverly
WICKED, it would be way dangerous to keep ANY of their masters alive,
even in solitary confinement on a far-flung asteroid. These
Warriorlocks are awesomely telepathic. What evil they conceive can and
DOES occur. Masters of remote viewing and telekinesis! Distance means NOTHING to them, even when measured in parsecs. Might I suggest a stake through their sorry little hearts?
They are very sophisticated warlocks, who employ biological warfare
to gain their ends. They frequently DOSE bar goers with date rape
drugs...for sex, money, information, or whatever the else fuck they
want...including OVERDOSING THEM TO DEATH to break the spirit of a
select victim. They have done this to me, more than once! Seems that
those men I have loved dearly so far, have ALL been taken away from me,
by Zodiac Disciples. They kill them, disappear them, get them sent to
prison, or drive them insane (with a secret blend of their homemade
toxins). I TRUST that my beloved Larkin will NOT be yet one more
tragedy in my Heroic Mission...that he is in fact, My Avenger! Evidence
thus far supports my fervent wish.
The Zodiac Cult plans a terrorist ploy SOON...perhaps Xmas day. They intend to poison the Hetch Hetchy Reservoir,
which provides MOST of the drinking water for San Francisco and
neighboring towns. We're talking what...two point four MILLION
residents? They have no qualms if this kills a few-score thousand, in
order to TERRORIZE everyone to bow to their will. I also conclude
they've BEEN drugging our water supply for quite a few years now...to
STUPEFY the populace from revolting, and from listening to whistle
blowers like myself. (I call this "Living With The Curse Of Cassandra".) I STRONGLY recommend using tap water only for cooking and bathing. (Unless you really WANT to subject yourself to potent hypnotic substances that are chemically flavored
to TASTE like pristine mountain aych-too-oh.) Interesting coincidence
is it not, that San Francisco restaurants have recently dropped bottled
water, claiming our Hetch Hetchy TAP supply is equivalent or superior?
If I'm correct, there will soon be a power struggle over who should
manage our water: between the Zodiac Disciples and OUR people. It will
be in the news, very controversial...and probably fought through
election ballots. (Both groups will appear as common politicians,
nothing mystical suggested...it's a whole 'nother layer of reality, in
a way.) But if The Zodiacs do NOT get their man elected, WATCH OUT!
They will then use devious and VIOLENT means. I do not know WHICH
people in the water department are cult members. I just know that These
Disciples have infiltrated ALL levels of government, and therefore have
MOST LIKELY done same to our public utilities. But it doesn't just stop
with Gay Mecca.
The Zodiac Cult has grown into the MILLIONS since they first
gathered some time around 1968. They've insinuated their hideous
presence into ALL gay agencies in ALL the major cities of not just the
United States, but of the ENTIRE WORLD. They plan a tremendous COUP,
starting with poisoning Northern California's aqueducts. Their plan is
to TERRORIZE their way into dictatorship, first by conquering
California...then like dominoes, all the other states, then all nations.
Forget the military. Forget government. Forget global corporatocracy. Forget the Mafia. Forget Islam.
These Zodiac Disciples are MOST clever in their wickedness, and also
have the PSYCHIC ADVANTAGE among all OTHER evil agencies. (For one,
they've successfully EMBEDDED themselves in these groups far more
effectively than said groups have done to them.) What will stop The
Zodiac Cult dead in their tracks?
ME. With the brave assistance of other heroic souls from all corners
of the planet. My first salvo toward OUR victory is, obviously, the
RELEASE of vital information to EXPOSE these devils, via "Steal This Blog". We WILL have to go through a Third World War before we claim success,
though the TASTE of victory will come before then...and it will be
SWEET, I promise! There will be ONE location on earth totally PROTECTED
from This Cult (or any other evil): Northern California. Which borders
I've well defined in my essay some years back.
Somehow, some way, our Protector Guardians will bring you and loved
ones here to N. Cal., as they will to ALL good gay-friendlies. The
details, however, still elude me.
Be aware that the ONLY REASON any of my accounts herein seem humorous is not so much my gifted turn of the pen (or keyboard, actually), but that I have met Buddha's challenge
to turn enemies into friends...thus transmutating dark energy into
joyful force. "Behind the mask of every demon is another angel" (Tibetan Book of the Dead).
On the highest level (taking the Buddhist spin
"we have no enemies only teachers"), this is simply a Grand Game in
which I get to play The Great Hero. (And my enemies get to play -- umm
-- my enemies.) Do not worry for my soul, I will be perfectly
fine. I have absolutely NO fears, and very little anxiety even, over my
daily tribulations. Which indeed are fewer and further between than
EVER in my life.
Yes, I did have my memory erased...not by enemies, but willingly by
my own hand, with the assistance of an intimate group of trusted
friends, all detectives out of the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD). My conclusion is ASTOUNDING, yet all the pieces have begun to fit!
Remember some months back I talked about how I might be a celebrated
detective with the LAPD, who wanted to use his psychic abilities to
track down the Zodiac Killer...and this CULT that rose around him? But
it was a cold case by then, so I had to surrender my badge, abandon my
beloved career and friends, in order to pursue these "cult"-prits on my
own. I was THAT driven to blow this cabal wide apart! But I don't
actually recall WHY at this point in my "Early Memory Restoration"
phase (or EMR).
Randolph Taylor was my lover...I should say "chief" lover, as I was
not monogamous. There was also this glorious Larkin Kelsey, among other
dedicated and HANDSOME detectives whom I've had the tremendous pleasure
of knowing and blowing. I even surmise YOU were part of this circle, a
good friend (not lover). Whether you REMEMBER this or not, I don't
know. But if you do, I accuse you of participating in a highly
ingenious plot to reward my years of devoted service and sacrifice for
the sake of a Most Noble Achievement.
You would therefore be one of My Guardians setting things up for my
success, including putting yourself out there in Usenet, knowing I'd
"stumble" upon your articles and be inspired to contact you. While
playing someone far less insightful than you let on. For example: your
declarations of having the psychic power to create accidents nurtured
my own awakening, that it wouldn't come as too much of a shock.
Before I departed Los Angeles, I made detailed preparation for my new
destiny. Including a form of deep self-hypnosis, that I FORGET my
present life to create a totally new and artificial one perfectly
suited for the frightful challenge at hand. Thus, I forgot Randolph,
and Larkin, and Keske, etc. A real heartbreaker all the way round. What
a sacrifice! It would obviously take YEARS to achieve Ultimate Victory,
during which time I'd grow old w/o my beloved Randolph et al. And when
they followed me up here several years later (for I was getting solid
RESULTS, at last), they had to treat me like a stranger, for awakening
my memory from its hypnotic slumber would DESTROY my cover, hence
victory. My forgotten comrades would even be HOSTILE towards me at
times (to discourage any possible romantic advances on my part), for
the sake of my own safety and anonymity. For I had INFILTRATED the
How? By feigning membership myself. I was caught however, and
consequently tortured. That's where the deep hypnosis comes in: I
programmed myself to go into a trance during torture, as well as FORGET
the painful details. This would give me incredible psychological
STRENGTH to forge ahead in another direction, still dogging them with
all my ferocity. Though they finally KNEW who I was: a celebrated
detective from LA.
In fact, I was SO good a sleuth, the department had a beloved
nickname for me: "Columbo Holmes". Actually, I surpassed BOTH in
talent, finding missing persons BEFORE they were missing, murderers
BEFORE they murdered, and gay bashers BEFORE they bashed. Don't know
(or don't remember) how I could actually DO this within our legal
framework...but I was VERY intelligent (still am, I hope), and am sure
I found a way to pull that off. This form of Deep Self Hypnosis (DSH)
was ALSO my invention, now used widely by topnotch detectives
worldwide. Here's how it works:
PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) is a heartrending occupational
hazard for those in the line of a traumatic calling, as is that of a
detective solving gruesome crimes.
It takes anywhere from six to eighteen months to fully RECOVER from
case-related PTSD, thus putting our very BEST men and women out of
commission for an undue length of time. But what if one could be
harmlessly hypnotized to REPRESS those bad memories until one is ready
to RETIRE? That is exactly what I accomplished: DSH works like a
charm...no nightmares, no addictions, no serious side effects
whatsoever. And the best thing is: upon retirement, the healing from
PTSD by top-notch therapists takes NO LONGER than usual!
I also found you could use DSH to erase one's ENTIRE memory or a
considerable chunk of it. This proved MOST beneficial for detectives
needing to drastically change personality, to infiltrate a cult w/o
suspicion. This of course requires the cooperation of three or four
assisting partners, through surreptitious contact and guidance
unbeknownst to the DSH subject himself. They could never get TOO close
to you (as much as they might desire, considering their LOVE and
DEVOTION required as guardians), nor could they ever get TOO distant.
It's quite a tight-walk on the rope for them, with MANY grueling
moments of bowel-loosening proportion! We're like Spartan
lovers/warriors with Alzheimers, in the midst of Apocalypse!
As my associates became more comfortable with my DSH methodology,
they themselves created secondary (even tertiary) personalities with
consequent secondary lives and adventures! Example: Randolph morphed
himself into a Vietnam Veteran who performed a noble 40-day fast
on behalf of fellow veterans. Knowing of course that a few months down
the line, I'd meet him exactly where he planned: at a donut shop on
Castro and 18th. Thus began a SECONDARY odyssey which I assumed was my
PRIMARY one, since the memory of my present odyssey was erased.
Larkin changed himself into a Damon Runyon-esque character: a tough,
funny, sweet natured pool player and all around party mixer and Gay
Bar-Hop Gigolo. That was also GREAT COVER for a private eye, who had
successfully infiltrated this Zodiac cult at Hole in the Wall (main
hangout for the Disciples' gay faction here in SF). Nowadays, Larkin
has moved closer to my residence (as you know) and is self-assigned to
the new Metro City Bar (formerly The Expansion).
I'm the Little Guy, the decoy, the grunt. Who brings the evil curs out
of the woodwork. Risky business, as I was at least ONCE tortured
(though I've found NO physical scars on my person, unless my
general-exploration appendectomy scar just below my navel is a false
memory caused by something OTHER than medical necessity...or the deep
scarring behind my left ear...or the severe cystic acne that devastated
my face for years...not to mention NON-scarring torture methods).
But I HAVE brought the scum to the surface,
successful decoy that I am. "Steal This Blog" will be my ultimate
ass-kicker, my great victory! But now, as grunt, I've done my work,
reported back to the troops. Now, I need safe hiding pronto. It is time for the BIG GUNS (Larkin, Randolph, et al) to move in and make the bust.
My latest blog entry "Homo For The Holidays" is the inspired result of discovering a "Lark Inn" website (while searching for images of a lark; it was the only
"lark inn" listed). When you read the blog, you'll understand the
hidden message: Larkin set up that page, and telepathically got me to
discover it somehow. Essentially, it tells me that LARKIN is my
refuge...he will provide a safe, friendly environment where no harm
shall threaten me. How glorious!
Another example of Larkin's telepathy can be found here: Blessed Be My Wednesday. And more recently, here: Rerry Rissruss Rarkin.
This may all be just my COLORFUL imagination, and I never WAS a
detective. Nonetheless, it's storytelling at its best, and thus would
STILL be immensely advantageous to impress upon my hard drive, and
cyber-broadcast. It's a BLOCKBUSTER:
it was all over long ago, did you? Discover the secret cult of the
Zodiac disciples, as outstanding psychic GAY detective Zeke Krahlin and
partner/lover Larkin Kelsey take you on a frightening journey of
startling revelation that will have you gripping the knob of your
johnson from start to finish. You'll leave the theater with PERFECT
understanding as to why San Francisco has become such a wicked, filthy,
HOMOPHOBIC necropolis of resurrected ghouls, vampires, warlocks,
werewolves and zombies who crave AIDS-tainted blood for their nightly
sustenance! Featuring Gavin Newsom as the seductive Mayor Incubus, and former Mayor Willie Brown
his limousine-liberal gremlin. Popcorn, drinks and snacks now available
in the lobby...along with your complimentary pair of 3-D dildoes.
But I now consider the very REAL possibility that I've begun to
REMEMBER...seeing as I'm at that retirement age. I HOPE this is true,
because then it means my Randolph is still ALIVE and WELL, and that
Larkin really DOES love me down to his very last breath if need be!
I WANT my story to have a most HAPPY ending. In fact: the happiest ending of any story ever writ, or TO be writ!