New book on JFK fails to connect the dots

You know the CIA brought out some big guns to create a cloud of smoke around the JFK assassination for the 50th Anniversary. Former New York Times reporter Philip Shenon has worked for years going over all the recently released documents. He was on Face the Nation yesterday and went over some of the more bizarre details of the case, dots that he just doesn’t seem to be able to properly connect. The book has already been the subject of a massive review in the Washington Post.

If you’ve been following my analysis of this case, you understand that the murder of Win Scott is a key element because Scott did his own investigation into Oswald’s trip into Mexico and wanted to shine a spotlight on his relationship with a woman who worked at the Cuban Embassy, a woman he suspected may have even been a double agent for someone.

Shenon did cover some of the incredible destruction of evidence that started two weeks before the assassination when Oswald delivered a note to the Dallas FBI, a note that was quickly destroyed. The destruction continued for months afterwards. Never has so much important evidence in a murder case been so recklessly destroyed. Oswald’s note may have indicated a plot against the President, or revealed his role as a deep undercover informant for CIA counterintelligence chief James J. Angleton. We will never know what was in Oswald’s note, just like we will never know what was written on the official autopsy, the notes of which were immediately burned. Oswald also tried to leave a note at the Dallas police after he was taken into custody, and that note was also immediately destroyed by the police.

There were tremendous machinations inside the Warren Commission to conceal and destroy evidence and limit the investigation. This critical woman from inside the Cuban embassy in Mexico was not interviewed even though she seemed to have crucial knowledge of the plot. The reason? According to Shenon, Chief Justice Earl Warren explained: “We do not interview Communists.” This seems especially odd since one of his staff actually contacted Fidel Castro about the case. There was a lot of early effort to paint Castro as a possible controller of Oswald, an effort that was quickly abandoned when it was decided he would forever remain a “lone nut,” which is the preferred way for intel to conduct assassination ops.

Bob Scheiffer intro’d his segment on the book by stating upfront it comes to the “right” conclusion, which is Oswald acted alone, even though the evidence of a massive coverup is overwhelming at this point, which just goes to show how controlled the US media is. After 50 years no cracks in the official story are allowed, even though the entire disinfo facade has crumbled and even people like me are cracking the case open now that so many whistleblowers have come forward over the last 50 years.

The Executive Action Team Richard Bissell and Angleton assembled to kill Castro that involved Johnny Roselli was diverted for the Kennedy hit. Immediately afterwards, a trail of dead bodies began appearing around Angleton, one that included some of his friends, as well as his old buddy Win Scott, who had become dangerous because he was doing his own private investigation into the assassination.

But there is no way Angleton would have pulled this off without the complicity and instigation of his superior, Allen Dulles. And the conspiracy also required the complicity and tacit approval of J. Edgar Hoover, Lyndon Johnson and some highly placed people inside the Pentagon. I’d assume the cabal reached into the upper ranks of the oligarchy that really rules America. The Texas oil crowd (Hunt, Murchison) put up the $200,000 cash to pay the four shooters, who certainly included Roselli, although Murchison was soon busted down to near-nothing.

I’m sure the first thing Bobby Kennedy wanted to know was where was Harvey that day since he and JFK ordered Harvey sacked for engaging in murder plots to kill Castro. They wanted those plots ended so they could make peace with Cuba. Harvey was soon a broken alcoholic, hidden away in Italy, although he seemed to have advance knowledge of the hit and may have tried to recruit QJ/Win.

World peace is not what the oligarchy seeks, since the highest profit involves manipulating religions to make war for profit.

Understanding how politics and religion really work to keep the masses in line is key to achieving enlightenment in the modern age and I write about spirituality and deep politics because you need to understand both to achieve real enlightenment.

In search of the true hippie avatar

Jim Wilson (wearing beret).

The first real-life shaman I met was a kid my age named James Wilson, who became an activist for peace while in high school. Jim was inspired by music and had filled his bedroom with Jimi Hendrix posters long before he discovered psychedelics. He liked the new styles that were coming out and his biggest influence and role model soon became Fred Hampton, who was still alive when Jim made his transformation, but sadly was assassinated by the Chicago police some months later. Fred had recently been named Chairman of the Black Panther Party after ending the gang wars in Chicago, and was steering the organization towards non-violence when Jim suddenly began looking like a Black Panther. Jim went on a mission to single-handedly heal our school’s considerable racial divides and largely accomplished the mission by becoming Senior Class President (the first black in our school’s history to achieve this honor), and by organizing education and harmonization ceremonies. Back then, nobody realized Jim was doing magic. We didn’t know he was a natural shaman. Later he would transform into the Great Chef Ra and it would become obvious.

Wavy, Abbie and Paul at Woodstock.

In 1969, Jim and I both ended up at Woodstock, and he was the first person I knew who I ran into. He was standing at the gates, watching people stream in with a huge glowing smile. I’d never seen Jim so happy. We all felt the vibes of arriving in New Jerusalem. And, of course, we’d get to study some of the grandmasters of our culture up close, like Wavy Gravy, Abbie Hoffman and Paul Krassner. The Pranksters arrived with the magic bus, but not with Kesey, who was certainly my biggest role model at the time. Kesey was hiding out in Mexico as he wished to avoid the fate of Timothy Leary, who’d been railroaded into a lengthy prison sentence for possession of a few seeds of cannabis on the floor of his vehicle. At Woodstock, I came into contact with Wavy’s style, as he seemed to have a handle on the type of magic I wanted to manifest. He’d been studying improvisation under Viola Spolin. Wavy, like Jim, understood the importance of costumes in ceremonies.

Jasper Grootveld.

A couple years after Woodstock, I got introduced to Jasper Grootveld of Amsterdam and became utterly fascinated, especially since Jasper had started the Happenings, of which I was a great student (and especially since John Cage did his biggest Happenings in my humble town of Champaign-Urbana, Illinois). John Cage was into monster displays of energy and media, similar to the Pranksters, while Jasper dressed like an African medicine man and used zero technology in his rituals. Jasper claimed his ceremonies were self-promotional, but they often carried a political message. Most of the time he railed against the tobacco companies and encouraged cannabis consumption as a more healthy alternative. He’d been a journalist briefly and sent by his editor to interview a New Age cult leader who claimed to be god. While Grootveld was interrogating him, the cult leader asked, “what do you believe in?” This stumped Grootveld for a minute, and finally he came up with, “I believe in Sinterklaas [Santa Claus].”

Many decades later, I’d discover Santa is really the Scythian father god that inspired Zoroastrianism, which in turn influenced Judaism, Christianity and Islam. It replaced the pagan pantheons with a dialectical balance between two divine forces, one creator, one destroyer. In earlier times, Santa had a scary sidekick who punished the wicked. In Holland, this devil figure morphed into an African toddler named Zwarte Piet (Black Peter), while in America the sidekick morphed into magic elves. But in the earliest Scythian versions, the sidekick role may have started as a large bird. The Scythians were famous for domesticating birds and animals.

Grootveld began promoting “Klaas is coming!,” while dressed as Zwarte Piet and wearing blackface. Gradually, this ceremony took on his anti-tobacco message. When he began holding public exorcisms at a small statue erected by the Dutch tobacco industry, teens from all over Amsterdam began attending. Eventually, this would manifest the Dutch Provo movement, certainly one of the most enlightened emanations of our time.

Ina May & Stephen Gaskin.

I also learned a lot about magic from Ina May and Stephen Gaskin, who I knew about from Sunday Morning Services in Golden Gate Park back in the late sixties. Stephen had studied most of the major spiritual texts from the East, and could translate difficult concepts into easy-to-understand English. Both had interesting upbringings as their fathers were Masons of the 33rd degree. At age twelve, Stephen was inducted in DeMolay, but would soon reject Masonry for a synthesis of various cultures centered on non-violence. He was a former Marine, however, and believed unruly teens sometimes required a trip to the woodshed to straighten out their path. Ina May inspired the global midwife movement, sharing long forgotten insights on the importance of telepathic vibrations, some of which had been learned after helping deliver home births while tripping.

While I never met John Griggs, founder of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love,  I now believe he may have been the nearest thing to a true hippie avatar, and like many avatars, he had died young, at the zenith of his creative powers, certainly a tragic loss for the world. John’s heart was immense. James put me on the path of political action, the Pranksters put me on the path of fun, Stephen put me on the path of philosophy, but Griggs put me on the path of unconditional love. It’s strange how some of the most important figures in the history of the counterculture remain unknown and uncelebrated, and John Griggs would be the prime example.

Which is why I think it’s so incredible that I discovered yet another aspiring hippie messiah: Father Yod, founder of the Source Family. Who knows, I may have even run into some of them at a Rainbow Gathering over the last 20 years, but had no idea the manifestations of this hippie saint and his flock. Yod was doing improvisational ritual theater pretty much non-stop and he mixed up many spiritual styles, similar to what I was doing for 25 years in my own humble fashion, organizing ceremonies like the original Cannabis Cups and Whee! festivals. You can watch the amazing documentary on the Source Family on Netflix. Once when the family needed funds, he successfully robbed a few banks, crimes that were not uncovered until after his death.

John Griggs.

The biggest problem with attempts to forge a hippie religion was the tremendous pressure put on the leaders. The more spiritual the group became, the more pressure. Many commune founders went off the deep end with egomania or they began taking advantage of people because they had too much power over their flocks. Or the communes went on a ‘kill the guru” phase like what happened to Stephen.

My ceremonies are always improvisational, and everyone is equal, although some are naturally more creatively talented, we can all crank the ceremonial vibes (or try to bring those vibes down).

One day Father Yod began telling his flock he was God. Soon, he woke up, called the family together, and said, “I lied. I am not God. We are all God.” Then he decided to take flight on a hand-glider with no training, crashed and was carried into the house. Although the injuries did not seem life-threatening, he passed over to the beyond nine hours later. There is an important parable in this story.

The greatest thing about Ra is even though he never lost his counterculture flamboyance, he always retained his humility, and refused to surround himself with sycophants like Old Carlo and so many other self-styled counterculture gurus.

It was only late in the quest that I uncovered an important insight: the true avatars reveal themselves through their creative powers, which is when I decided Bob Marley was the true hippie avatar, as well as Bob Dylan and John Lennon.

Moral of the story: Don’t follow leaders, watch the parking meters. I can’t really recommend LSD or any other synthetics as I have seen the devastation they caused to a few, and because you never know what is really in pills or powders. I advise people to stick with plants in their most natural forms and remember, very often the less you do, the higher you get.

Manifesto for the Pot Illuminati

Devoted to the Welfare of the World

Cannabis has been a constant provider of human welfare throughout humanity’s long journey. The time has come for the Pot Illuminati to gather and take our place as stewards of Cannabis. We seek to help dissolve the oppressive laws against our sacrament. We also seek to harness the power and energy of Cannabis for the welfare of the world.

We have long celebrated the great gifts this unique plant offers such as medicine, food, fuel, paper, cordage, paints, plastics as well as the sacramental key to higher realms of consciousness (if used wisely and in moderation). We have patiently waited for humanity to awaken from the ignorance caused by forgetfulness and many of our members have suffered great persecution just for their acknowledgement and love for the many blessings Cannabis has bestowed upon us.

But we now stand at the threshold of a Great Cannabis Re-awakening, a Phoenix rebirth of the mighty healing spirit of Cannabis. The Pot Illuminati, as faithful stewards and advocates of Cannabis, claim our right to determine, shape and protect the future of Cannabis from state and corporate domination and exploitation.

The Pot Illuminati Lodge is a non-political entity that embraces all people regardless of race, religion or national origin. We seek to blend all the great religions, many of which have been perverted to manifest war for profit.  We also seek to disarm the dark lords who support Prohibition and we will do this by stealing their sigils, their names, their totems, and bending them all to our vibrations of peace and respect for Mother Earth.

Induction into The Pot Illuminati Lodge is by invitation only.

The Pot Illuminati Grand Lodge: Rules and Dogmas

There is no dogma: Do anything you like, just don’t hurt anybody. However that does not mean we do not study and celebrate the poetry and myths of past religions. We do. However, we feel free to merge concepts from all religions because they are rivers flowing into the same sea.

Improvisation is encouraged at all times: always allow the inspiration of the moment to manifest and trust your instincts because they prove your heart is pure.

The main vibration to manifest is love and when we share it, it fills our Temple with a palpable vibration that can be used to heal damaged souls and one can feel that energy later in the empty Temple long after everyone has left.

The second vibration is fun, as much fun as possible, and pranks and jokes are totally fine, provided everyone laughs when it’s over, because if anyone cries, you just created a stain on your karma.

When the Pot Illuminati gather for an improvisational ceremony, no anger or evil telepathic desires should manifest in the Temple, and if someone’s energy is not correct, an Illuminated Master must rectify the situation quickly, often done by inviting the person to share some Cannabis.

If someone yells, or starts a violent confrontation inside the Temple, it must be cleared immediately, and everyone should vacate while a Temple Dragon resolves the situation. Members should not return until the perpetrator(s) have either left the Temple or been excused by a Temple Dragon, and the room should be blessed with sage and ceremony and members should pray in silence until the proper vibration returns and normal Temple functions can continue.

No member should ever lie, cheat or steal, and if caught doing so, they should be expelled. Such matters involve the entire membership, or whoever shows up for the trial, and the accused can be saved by a Temple Dragon if he believes the facts are in doubt.

A small jar of Cannabis should be placed on the altar in the Temple at all times in case of medical emergencies. Members always know they can come to the Temple should they require medicine. White powders, hard drugs, and alcohol are not permitted in the Temple. Do not bring weapons of violence into the Temple and the penalty for this violation is permanent expulsion.

Please never carry more than a legal amount of Cannabis into the Temple. It is your responsibility to help protect the Temple and the members from persecution. We seek to create a refuge from the storm so our members can share the sacrament in peace, but we cannot allow that peace to be shattered because of excessive amounts of cannabis brought into the Temple.

There are no degrees in our society. Do not apply or seek membership if you have a history of hurting people or have been arrested for violent activities. The Deacons of our order are known as Temple Dragons and one or two is inducted every year.

Once you are inducted, you will be given a golden pin to wear, which you can display or hide. However, you should not boast excessively about your membership, but if someone asks what it is, feel free to whisper the words: “Pot Illuminati” and then put a finger to your mouth and go “shhhh.”

Welcome to the Pot Illuminati…..shhhhh…..

1383099_10201991111610020_1726669178_nThere is a new secret society being birthed as we speak and the mission statement will soon be delivered. Once the Grand Lodge holds its first meeting, I won’t be able to talk about it anymore, but I can tell you something about what is going on.
The Pot Illuminati will be organizing smoke-easy clubs across the country as we await the onslaught of cannabis legalization, something that is going to happen sooner than you think.
The Pot Illuminati Lodges will be Temples devoted to peace and non-violence. You can’t get in unless recommended by a Master, and you can be blacklisted by any Illuminated Master. You start as a novice and can advance to the third degree by doing improvisational ritual theater and learning the art of love-bombing.
I wish I could tell you more, like how to join, but like I said, you have to be invited and you cannot have a history of violence or abusing people.
If you’re interested in this concept, watch my facebook page, and you might get some hidden clues on how to find us.
You can recognize members by the pins we wear, three different ones, Novice, Master, Illuminated Master. Unfortunately, I can’t show you what the pins look like. It’s all very hush hush at this point, and it’s a miracle I can even put this much online about it.

Parable of the Phoenix Phoenix is a magical comet tied to the cannabis plant that re-emerges in cycles because energy comes in pulses across the multi-dimensional universes. She stands for peace and love and harmony of all things, but she is highly sought and often captured by the dark sorcerers known popularly as “the Illuminati.” These dark lords and ladies seek to clip the wings of the sacred Phoenix and lock her majesty in a dungeon to die without food or water so they can manipulate conflict for profit. Yet somehow, the Phoenix fashions a magic golden key out of thin air, and that key opens the door to the dungeon allowing Phoenix to fly free, her clipped wings magically healed by the first rays of sunlight.
It’s an epic struggle that comes around every century or two.

And you had a chance to be one of the owners of High Times?

Did you know there are only four shareholders left at High Times? The founder’s great dream of a nation of workers didn’t really manifest exactly on course, but the few shareholders there are get together every year and plot the course for the year and discuss every aspect of all things marijuana. And, of course, we get to see all the financial information and hear the inside stories on whatever sagas are rumbling through the undercurrent of that scene. Lots of juicy gossip that you can never reveal.
I am selling 8 shares this year and since there are 67 shares  in circulation they represent around 12 percent of the company. Trust me, once pot becomes legal, the value of these shares will explode. Someday, this company will go public, and when it does, anyone holding a share will become rich in the process.

Five Stars for Gravity

maxresdefaultWhen I first heard about Gravity, I wondered how in the world anyone could make a compelling movie about two astronauts just drifting untethered in space. It seemed like an update on the old lost-in-a-lifeboat-at-sea, only a lot less cinematic because when people are trapped in space suits for an entire film, there can’t be much intimacy, right?
Boy, was I wrong. This movie is the closest thing to a space walk we’re likely to get for some time, and I want to thank Warner Brothers for making an action film that doesn’t include a spec of violence pornography although there’s one shot of a man’s head broken open by debris that could be considered “gore” I guess, but it wasn’t anything that even made people even want to turn away because their was zero blood, just an empty hole where the guy’s brains used to be.
It’s actually a film about spirituality and the difficulty of continuing on with life after you lose a child. Of course, that is every parent’s worst nightmare, and for some, the nightmare becomes real. Losing a child is enough to make a lot of people shut down and lose all interest in anything after that as they cannot stop grieving.
I don’t want to spoil the movie, and if you haven’t seen it, you should avoid reviews just so the plot won’t be revealed, because it’s easy to ruin this film if you know what’s going to happen.
Suffice to say George Clooney plays a Temple Dragon of immense spiritual powers, and Sandra Bullock plays the parent who lost a child. Like most scientists, Bullock’s character is an atheist who never prayed in her life, but after an accident in space she needs to learn how to fast and George does all the teaching.
I sure hope Hollywood makes more films like this. I positively hated Avatar, and thought the message was insane: Kill hundreds of your own people to save a tree in space? It seemed like some weird mind control op to ramp up the environmental movement so it can be twisted into some new form of jihad.
I hate watching violence these days because I’ve seen way too much already. I told my kids if I see a copy of Grand Theft Auto V in the house, I will destroy it on sight. Why can’t they make video games like Gravity, where the oppositional forces just involve the natural world and not shooting and killing living beings every three seconds?
The only criticism I’d make is I wish the film was longer and started on earth and then taken the ride up, instead of beginning the story in mid-orbit.

Guide to Making Magic

7candlesYou just need a target vibration to focus telepathic power in order to make magic, which involves ceremony, ritual and a feeling of enchantment. To aid my personal ceremonies, I invented a meditation device (left) that represents an evolutionary step in peace magic. Well, at least that’s my opinion, although zero media has contacted me to report on my groundbreaking invention.
The reason I had to invent my own ceremonial tools is because I don’t trust the current paradigms, not the fundamentalist ones nor occult ones. Both are littered with frauds, fakers and spooks. The legacy of spook ops in the occult runs through Blavatsky, Crowley, Scientology up through The Process Church of Final Judgment.
If you want to be “counterculture” you must remain non-violent. War is what the dominant culture wants because it produces the most possible profit. Counterculture is not about your tattoos, hair extensions, favorite colors. It’s about all cultures uniting. Anything that promotes violence is mainstream even if it comes dressed as rock’n’roll or hip hop.

Dorothy Kilgallen is a key to the JFK assassination

She was a Roman Catholic, and worked for William Randolph Hearst, and rose to the top of journalism and even got onto a TV show, “What’s My Line,” on which she displayed her insightful and penetrating mind, although her co-stars were furious when private comments made in the dressing room began appearing in her widely circulated newspaper column.

She mostly covered show business, but loved investigating deep politics and organized crime as well. When a doctor in Illinois was railroaded into prison for the vicious murder of his pregnant wife, Kilgallen began a crusade to get him released. She became the most famous and influential journalist in America and developed such a regal style that she could upstage a monarch’s coronation with jeweled tiaras and elaborate outfits.

It was likely after a cocktail party with a British intelligence agent that she rushed out her first front-page scoop regarding the existence of UFOs.

“British scientists are convinced these strange aerial objects are not optical illusions or Soviet inventions, but are flying saucers which originate on another planet,” she wrote, in a front-page story.  “The source of my information is a British official of Cabinet rank who prefers to remain unidentified. ‘We believe, on the basis of our inquiry thus far, that the saucers were staffed by small men—probably under four feet tall. It’s frightening, but there is no denying the flying saucers come from another planet.'”

Now what are we to make of this? Obviously Kilgallen was used to plant a rabbit hole of immense proportions, one that would soon explode and reverberate across the world: the aliens have landed! The purpose of seeding such disinfo into the press using an unwitting dupe like Kilgallen is obvious and bears all the markings of a Tavistock mind control experiment to see how far the alien rabbit hole could be stretched. Sheep-dipping her as a conspiracy kook was the easiest way to undermine her investigations into deep politics. Anyone asking prying questions is easily diverted with a tale of alien space ships, or “we never walked on the moon,” or those clouds in the sky?—those are chemicals and not just water vapor, or any of the rest of the paranoid rabbit holes disinfo agents like David Icke and Alex Jones keep jamming the Internet with.

But Kilgallen quickly abandoned the UFO story as she was a serious journalist and when zero proof appeared of little green men or a space ship, she moved onto other investigations. She was actually considered the nemesis of Frank Sinatra, who called her “the chinless wonder” and sometimes closed his shows by urging someone to please run her over. She broke the story of Marilyn Monroe’s affair with JFK, and Marilyn was dead within a few days, although Kilgallen never swallowed the story it was an accidental drug overdose and shredded the official story in her column. She may have sensed her column played a role in killing Marilyn, because it certainly appears that way in hindsight.

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Kilgallen attends Ruby’s trial

Kilgallen was no saint: she was a snooty upper class type who frequently put down the lower classes and detested country music. But she was a romantic and a dedicated seeker of the Big Story, and had spent quality time in the Oval Office with the President with her 11-year-old son, and Kennedy had treated them both graciously and with utmost respect, so when he was assassinated later and then his alleged killer assassinated, she wound her way down to Dallas and scored a private jail-house interview with Jack Ruby, a conversation held out of earshot of anyone else. You see, four years earlier, Kilgallen had broken the story of the CIA and mob working together on a hit team for Castro, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to suspect that same team might have been redirected at JFK.

When she returned to New York after her Texas investigation, she told her friends she was going to blow the case wide open and began working on a book, one she probably expected to win another Pulitzer.

The reason Ruby had a conversation with Kilgallen (and no other person) was because he knew how significant she was. And he was also aware of her immense knowledge of organized crime, the CIA, and their connections with a nest of anti-Castro Cubans in Florida. He probably told her everything he knew. Kilgallen did a lot of footwork as well, tracking down key witnesses, including a witness to the Tippit shooting who was never called by the Warren Commission, who said two men, neither of whom were Oswald, fled the scene. She had a source inside the Dallas police department who provided the radio log, indicating the Chief of Police called for officers to rush to the top of the overpass. (Roselli’s shot had come from that overpass, but under it, as he was lying in a storm drain.)

Kilgallen spent a year researching the story and a huge break came when she landed a copy of the 102-page interview the Warren Commission had conducted with Ruby. She began publishing excerpts just to show how ridiculously incompetent it was. While Ruby pleaded with Ford and Warren to take him to Washington because he did not feel safe in Texas and was eager to talk in a safer location, they said they could not arrange that. He then tried to lead their questions deeper, but was rebuffed and the conversation misdirected elsewhere. Don’t you think it odd only two Commissioners, both of them high-ranking Freemasons, were sent to Texas to interview this key witness, instead of bringing that witness to the entire Commission? And why did they ignore Ruby’s pleas to get out of town, while asking the dumbest questions?

The FBI wanted to know where Kilgallen got the transcript and started a whole bunch of surveillance and harassment, although I’m sure Angleton had been closely listening to all Kilgallen’s phone calls as well as reading her mail after that private jail-house conversation with Ruby. Most likely, she’d been under intense surveillance the entire year.

Kilgallen was in close communication with Mark Lane at the time, who’d captured the center of energy on the investigation by posing as an honest researcher. Too bad Kilgallen didn’t know about Lane’s background in military intelligence. Even more suspicious was the sudden arrival of young Ron Pataky, the handsome ladies man who had been cruising Hollywood, stalking the rising ingenues. He was half her age but completely infatuated with her, and quickly became her closest confidant while pumping her endlessly for the latest breaks in the JFK case. He’d later claim the relationship was “platonic.”

On November 8th, 1965, Kilgallen was discovered by her hairdresser. She was lying in bed as if she had fallen asleep reading a book, although she couldn’t read without glasses, it’s a book she finished days ago, and the book is turned the wrong way around.  She is fully made up, even wearing false eyelashes, and also wearing some ridiculous outfit, not her usual worn out pajamas. Even more suspicious, she’s not even in her own bed, but one on a lower floor, a room she seldom visited. The hairdresser knows something is amiss with this picture, and calls the in-house staff, so they can notify the police. He immediately exited through the front door, where he was stunned to find a police car with two officers parked directly in front of the house, as if waiting for a call to come in, as if they knew a dead body was already inside and wanted to be the first at the scene.

Obviously, the autopsy was a joke and cause of death listed as “indeterminate.” Funny thing is, the doctor refused to sign the certificate and apparently had another doctor sign it in his name. Mark Lane showed up quickly hoping to score the accordion file on JFK. Kilgallen’s not-so-grieving husband turned him away and when questioned by anyone about the precious files, would only say “I’m afraid that will have to go to my grave with me.” The hairdresser was so upset by some of the attitudes, he refused to attend the funeral. Another strange person missing from that ceremony was Pataky. In front of everyone at the funeral, Kilgallen’s mom accused her daughter’s husband of complicity in murder. It must have been a very dissonant ceremony.

I know Lane has been sheep-dipped as a Knight in Shining Armor since the beginning of this saga. And he defended a famous libel case against Howard Hunt, but I am afraid it was all most likely a staged operation because Hunt was a rabbit hole Angleton had placed in the story, and numerous ops were run to point towards Hunt and Sturgis and make them the shooters, but if you check on Lane today, you’ll find him closely related to the Holocaust Denial movement, something obviously created by spooks.

(Excerpted from Killing Kennedy: The Real Story.)