Part 4 --- "1979" ---- Synopsis

Easter Sunday Services At St. James Episcopal
Serve As Cover For Fiances Satanic Sabbat Rituals
Sightseeing and 'Pot' Purchasing in San Francisco For 'Tiger'

We were a bit rushed that Easter Sunday morning, March 31st 1975 as 'Tiger' drove his mom's car and drove Karen and I into San Francisco --- unusually sunny and warm I thought for 'Frisco' --- whereby we dropped Karen off a little bit late for Easter Services at what was most likely St. James Episcopal Church located on California __. after which time 'Tiger' and I drove off to see some sights in that city by the bay, San Francisco keeping an eye out for anybody selling ounces --- whereby we walked around and I bought an ounce of some pretty good weed from a guy wearing balloons in hat.

Tiger and I walked around a bit smoked a joint, enjoyed the sights and then went back to the Episcopal Church about an hour or so later --- after which time
'Tiger', Karen and myself drove around San Francisco, drove back to Palo Alto,
40 miles away, ate some lunch and hung out a bit at 'Tiger's' folks place in Palo Alto.

Satanic Cult - Assassination Connection Links
Between The Assassination of King Faisal By His CIA Mind Control Nephew on Mohammed's Birthday --- March 25, 1975
&
The Easter '75 Satanic Sabbat Services at the 'International
Church of Satan' also located on California St. in San Francisco as is 'St. James Episcopal' Where I dropped My Fiance off
& Which Served As Cover For The Alleged Satanic Sabbat there
on Easter Day March 30, 1975 --- The Celebration Date of the
Resurrection of Christ --- Five Days after the assassination of the King of Saudi Arabia on Mohammed's Birthday March 25, '75

The CIA MK-ULTRA / MK_DELTA Connections between
Christine Surma the former Live-in Fiance of Assassination Patsy Prince Faisal in the 'hit' on The Saudi King on March 25, '75
& The Initiation of a Satanic Ritual on Easter March 30, 1975,
Originally a Pagan Fertility Holiday, Also later observed by Christians --- Presumably there for a Kind of Satanic Blessing
Thereon the Success of Setting Me As CIA MK_ULTRA Mind
Control patsy --- For Whoever, When, & Where it was to be
Finalized --- Which later Turned out to be the Presidential Suite of the Portland Hilton were I was eventually employed at in March 1979
After first creating some "bogus" "body double" photos of me Idaho
Acting like a "lone-nut" assassination in waiting.

The Easter Sunday '75 "Queen" Concert In San Francisco
Apparently Some Kind of Covert --- Yet Public, Post- Easter 1975 Sabbat Ritual --- Whereby Other Members of the Coven and their Satan Worshipping Guest Could Check The New Intended
Assassination Patsy

By in the late afternoon on that Easter Sunday 1975 we drove back into San Francisco and attended the 'Queen' rock concert, which also had three other warm
-up bands --- unlike some of the warm-ups "Queen" was genuinely good. ---
Karen was a devoted "Queen" fan and had a couple of their albums --- and looked rather attractive that night as I recall as she was entranced by the music and the flashy "Glam-Rock" performance.

I see people checking me out thereat the 'Queen' rock concert but it was much more low key, and less intense that the night before at the "Blue Oyster Cult"

On Monday March 31, 1975 Karen & I had sent our luggage back up to Yreka by bus and decided to hitch-hike, we had thumb part way across the Golden Gate Bridge before we got a ride, but by night fall we had only got as far as Orland a town on I-5 noted for growing olives --- a windy and not to chilly night with warm gust --- we then decided to rent a motel room there and in morning we hitched rides the rest of the way to our home in Yreka.

On the weekend of March 24th -25th 1979 --- when I reveiwed the events of Easter Weekend '75 in SF --- My conclusion that it was all of Some kind of satancic cult connection thing --- was all the more corroborated what with the Jonestown Mass-Murder Suicides in Guyana --- Jonestown the based in in the SF bay area --- the asassinations of Mayor Moscone & Supervisor Milk the very next week ---

The San Francisco Bay area and Redwood City --- a base of operation for Reverend Jim Jones "Peoples Temple" mass-murder suicide cult with U.S. government connections --- The late- November 1978, assassination of U.S. Representive Ryan, from the S.F. bay area and the members of the American Press Corp are assassinated during their fact finding tour which kicked the whole thing off.

Reverend Jones reportedly a long-time CIA agent stationed in Guyana and who helped depose it's first post-colonial government in 1960 where Jones was also conducting CIA MK_ULTRA type mind control activities. --- This according to Michael Meier's 1988 book; "Was Jonestown a CIA Medical Experiment"

Liar, Liar, Her Pants Caught Fire !!
Girlfriend's Spontaneous Combustions At Callahan Days July 1975

Chapter 19. covers a what I regard thereas those circumstances and events going around me in Yreka, California from early to mid-July 1975, during what I regard as key transitional phase of my life, and which I believe helped me to cope with and overcome those future snares and pitfalls, which were waiting for me in Portland, Oregon, Yreka and at other various locations in Northern California, only days later and thereon into those weeks, months and years leading to March 1979, and my job at the Portland Hilton and then ongoing plans to eventually frame me there in a 'lone-nut' guman type assassination, and was subsequently scheduled to go thereat Hilton Presidential Suite, where I was later employed in February of 1979.

This chapter of "1979" covers some at times rather comical and colorful events which took place during my stay at the Lane Street apartment and at other locations in and around the Yreka, California area.

However there one not so comical incident, --- in fact one key and crucial incident to the then ongoing conspiratorial scams then taking in July 1975 which really corroborated my suspicions --- even though I wasn't apprised of all the scams going on to set me up, such as the 'body-double' imposter, pretending to be me therein Idaho Falls and the surrounding area at the time which I just covered.

It was just before the weekend of the annual "Blue-Grass" Festival which about to take place in a little mountain hamlet located about 40 miles southwest of Yreka
In the little mountain hamlet called Callahan, from Friday July 2_, though Sunday July 2_, 1975, and simply referredto as "Callahan Days" by the locals in the area.

At this time one of Karen's closest friends and former schoolmate from Portland came to visit Karen and I in Yreka for most of a week, and was to later attend the "Callahan Days" "Blue-Grass" festival with my fiancé Karen, our roommate Greg and myself to top-off her work vacation week with us in July 1975.

One afternoon, all four of us, Karen, Greg and Kathy were all sitting in the living room of our Victorian, upstairs apartment, thereon Lane St. in Yreka, smoking a little 'weed', some cigarettes and listening to some vinyl LP records, Karen and Kathy had bought earlier that day up in Medford, Oregon, two being the new "Steely Dan" "Katy Lied", "Aerosmith's" "Toys in The Attic" and possibly the then latest "Led Zeppelin" as well.

I pulled out my copy of "Salty Dog" by "Procal Harum" to listen to as well and Greg and I conversed with each other, as Karen and Kathy chatted about what each was doing all fine and swell. --- Karen was then talking about her sister Kathy, (not Kathy her friend), over in Pocatello, Idaho, and something about her sister's newborn son, Shane, or possibly the fact that she due anytime which was of little or no interest to me as I didn't believe in marriage --- and I was dead set against having any kids myself at this time --- especially with Karen as I really didn't trust her and was trying to 'play' her --- the way she was already 'playing' me -but for totally different reasons.

I was sitting across the living room them in a chair as they were both seated on couch near the windows facing Lane St. and Greg was seated in a chair to my left
being his usual chummy and gregarious self.

At this time I took a drag off my smoke and asked Karen just where in Idaho is Pocatello located. --- Karen looked a bit alarmed for just a split second, and blanched a paler shade, before regaining her full composure and then told me that
Pocatello, Idaho was located about 30 miles outside of Boise, Idaho, and then continued on with her conversation with our guest Miss Kathy Doyle from Portland.

As for me I just went on smoking my cigarette, and looked relaxed, but all the while I sensed that something was not right here, because of my fiancé Karen's inexplicably nervous response to my question about the location of Pocatello and the sudden chill that hung in the air that followed and the poker faces that both Greg and Kathy wore, as Karen thought about a response to my question. --- I knew right then and there that Karen was lying to me, but I couldn't see any reason why she would lie about that of fucking things. --- Why lie about that ?? --- I smelled a rat.

As Karen had visited her sister Kathy in Pocatello, Idaho only two months earlier in May of 1975 and knew how to read a road map pretty well, I was pretty sure that Karen knew the actual location of Pocatello, which wasn't anywhere near Boise, and the eastern border of Idaho. --- In point of fact it was clear across the state on the other side near the Wyoming border and Jackson Hole, where her cousin Terry had moved to the very week that I met Karen back early September 1974.

As to how, where and when it was precisely, that I found out the actual location of Pocatello, Idaho, but I'm pretty sure that I must have found out shortly after Karen's lying to me about it in July 1975 and that I most likely got the information from a Road Atlas of the USA that a friend had --- or very possibly checked it out for myself during one of the numerous trips that I made to the Siskiyou County library, which was not to far from our Lane St. apartment in Yreka, when I checked out some books to take home and read.

I've already gone over the rather apparent motives for Karen's lying to me on this point were in that part of this synopsis dealing with Chapter __. and will mention this lying incident later in that part dealing with Chapter __.

Although this might seem like a trivial matter to some --- this very incident was to have a great bearing the events that were about to take place only days later, that very following weekend, at Callahan Days, on Friday July 2_, and Saturday July 2_, 1975 --- when a freak accident involving stick matches of all things, set into motion a series of events that was to speak volumes to me and prepare me for then upcoming events that I could now way have imagined, not only that very weekend,
--- but also there in the weeks, months and years to come leading up to and during that bizarre and bloody last 10 days of March 1979.

Chapter 20. of "1979" covers Friday July 2_, through Saturday July 2_, 1975 --- which takes place only a few days or so after the incident which my fiancé, Karen had blanched at my question and intentionally lied to about the approximate location Pocatello, Idaho and is entitled:

New & Improved Instant Karma

--- Spontaneous Combustion Illuminates the Situation

Girlfriend's Catching Fire at Callahan Days '75 ---
Sparks Chain Lightening Swift & Bloody Reactions ---
Another Piece of Corroborative Evidence Confirming My Suspicions I'm Being Set-up Somehow

Secret Agendas revealed when Girlfriend Plays Her 'Flipside' Personality after injuries from
Incendiary explosion of stick matches in her pocket
with My Whisky Shots Remedy on top of her Codeine-Amphetamine cocktails ---

My Horrified Reactions Combined With Tremendous Elation
At these facts bearing out my suspicions during the then unfolding revelations

Prepping For & The Drive To The Callahan Days Music Fest

It must have been only a few days or so after the my fiancés intentional lie about the
General, approximate location that Friday, July __, 1975 came --- the weekend of the "Callahan Days" "Blue-Grass" festival which was one of the main reasons my fiancés girlfriend Kathy's Doyle had scheduled her vacation from Portland to visit Karen and in Yreka, California. --- At least that's what I was told in any event and an occasion that I myself had been looking forward to for some weeks.

The little rural Hamlet of Callahan, California, was I believe originally a stagecoach stop originally during the "Gold Rush" days some 120 odd years earlier, and there wasn't a whole lot to it in 1975.

It was some months earlier there I the fall of 1974, that made the first of several or more trips to Callahan. --- This was when I worked briefly, on survey crew for an old time local Civil Engineer, the late Orel E. Lewis, who was 72 years-old at the time and had an office on Miner St. in downtown Yreka and we had to check some property boundary on the ranches up there, and I rather like the work there in spite of the rugged terrain and all.

That Friday afternoon, Karen and Kathy packed up some sleeping bags, packed a little food, while Greg and I put gas and checked the oil in Karen's '66 VW 'Bug' with the rifle shot bullet hole in the trunk and the dented front end and swung by to cop an ounce of 'weed' for the weekend --- I really can't be sure, but it's possible that I drove the car up to Callahan from Yreka whereas I had made the trip several or more times before with my former survey crew, and had numerous trips to Fort Jones a town along the way about a dozen times or so including once when I did a roofing job out there with a co-worker named Bob, when I worked for "Avery Insulation & Roofing" in Yreka, when I first got to town back in September '74.

Although I didn't know it at the time my then recently former co-worker was about to play a major role therein the bizarre events that were about to transpire
That as the result of freak accident involving my fiancé Karen and fire of all things.

We decided to leave for the "Callahan Days" festival therein the late afternoon-early evening hours while it was still light, so as to better avoid the traffic and the numerous drunk drivers that would flocking up to Callahan for the festival, whereas the highway winding through the mountains from Yreka to Callahan, had curves, dips and turns that could be a little tricky at times.

We had arrived at Callahan at dusk and everybody, including myself seemed genuinely jubilant and ready for a good time. --- I had already psychologically, internalized and compartmentalized all that business about Karen's bizarre response and lie to me regarding the location of Pocatello, as was my habit at the time, whereas I be to be cool with this lying lady if I was ever going to find out just what her game was, or rather that those unseen individuals who were pulling her strings was. --- I got pretty good at this too, whereas Karen would lie a lot and this gave me a lot of practice by July of 1975.

As soon as we got there, the place was packed with all kinds of people there and I believe that some of the streets in the center of Callahan were all blocked off , and there was a raised stage platform nearby with musicians cranking out some pretty good "Bluegrass" music with 'fiddles,' guitars and such.

The Motor-home From Glendora That Was Strategically
Situated & Which Gave off Some Creepy Vibes

I guess it must have been me that parked the car in a pretty good location near all the center of the festivities --- and upon getting out I noticed there was a large Winnebego parked nearby that had name "Colley-Glendora" thereon the license plate frame.

This stuck in my mind because I knew exactly where this dealership was as they sold "VW's" whereas Glendora is next to Azusa, and very near Covina where I grew up.
--- For some reason or other I was somewhat wary of this motor-home, possibly because I had had some weird experiences in Glendora, an upper middle class to
bucks-ups brother kind of place, which reminded of my cute little blonde girl friend Janet from the seedy side of Glendora and the little she helped start up at the Kern River two years earlier in May 1973 as covered previously the brief I wrote on Chapter __.

For some reason my internal radar told that somehow there was something about that Motor-home from Glendora that wasn't quite right. --- For one thing it had a strategically situated location where they could just about every and everything, and for another --- it seemed a bit that only this motor home to placed there and no others.

Other reasons that the motor-home with the Colley-Glendora license plate frame may have set off alarms in my head may have something to with time in the summer of 1972, when I got jumped leaving this chicks place there --- a beautiful strawberry blonde who I knew and picked up at a outdoors rock concert in at Northveiw High,
--- this was the girlfriend of 'Buddy' Heilman, another police informant who frequented some of my hangouts. ---

I only had sex with her once and that was after we danced and then I tilted back the fully reclining bucket passenger seat in my Porche and it was heaven tonight.

Two years later on Thanksgiving in Yreka, in1974, I had and his girl over for a holiday dinner and Pat --- the guy from my street the old Covina and who apparently had something to do with my being set-up for all this shit by inviting me to move to Yreka --- later told me that it was rumored that I knocked Karen up which bummed me out a bit. --- I saw only again in 1977, with 'Buddy'. --- The point here being that I think Karen's folks who lived in nice neighborhood might have had me worked over for fucking his daughter and making her pregnant.

Then there was Helen the teenaged chick from Glendora who I met when I was 17 and had some pretty good times in bed and who I suspected was also some kind of
Police informant base on the manner in which so miraculously found me thereon New Years Eve 1970-71 --- out of a quarter million people partying and waiting for the parade. --- Pat was there with me that night too. --- These ywo incidents are covered Chapters __. & __.

Another weird incident took place sometime in the Spring or possibly summer of 1973 and which also involved Glendora girls, and took place at the Covina Drive Theatre.

This was when my friend Larry and the now long-since deceased Steve Nichols invited three hot looking girls from Glendora driving an Audi --- to come over to smoke some 'pot' with us there in Larry's '66 Chevy Supersport SS
--- instead the evil bitches snitched us out to security guards who made swarmed the car where by we all went to jail, and as the Covina jail was full from all the 'pot'
made at the Covina Drive-in that night in 1973 --- we were all sent over to the Azusa
City Jail, where Larry and Steve bailed out over the marijuana roach in the ashtray
--- but I had to spend the whole weekend there --- what's worse I had a quarter ounce of weed crammed in my boot and somehow managed to escape it's detection by both the Covina and Azusa cops who each searched me and my boots.

Worse yet I was still on probation and faced the rest of my six-months sentence in L.A. County for a probation violation over the marijuana 'roach' in the ashtray.
--- I got lucky though whereas when Monday the Azusa cops gave me back my boots and the 'pot' was still in it --- A fucking miracle --- and when I hit the old holding tanks at the West Covina jail I pulled out my stash in front of a bunch of other detainees, felons and what not, and flushed it down the toilet --- much to the dismay of many. ---- A short time later the whole lot of us were transferred to another holding tank --- either because someone snitched or because they the sewage that goes out the tanks in order to collect evidence. --- I got a tour of the West Covina jail back in '71 during my police science class with Detective-Sergeant Ostman.

Lucky for Larry and I that we both had the same probation officer --- who could have violated us but let us slide as did the L.A. DA's office as it was such a trivial matter and all --- Halleluiah.

Needless to say I was just a little a little more than suspect of most anything or anybody that had anything to do with the that well-to-do town of Glendora except for a few friends there --- now some years later, 650 miles away in Callahan, California there on that Friday July __, 1975, as I stood looking at that large motor home from Glendora which seemed to rise out of the crowd of revelers there for the music festival.

I'm really not sure but I vaguely recall commenting to Karen my fiancé, Greg our fellow roommate and one Karen's 'back-door' lovers, and Kathy Doyle, Karen's friend from Portland --- with regard to the large Winnebago from Glendora
And jokingly said that there were Narcs in the motor-home getting to ready pull a massive drug bust by dropping a net on all the partiers present there at Callahan Days.

A Trip To The General Store To Get Some Lighters
& Ended Up With Stick Matches

It must have been only some moments later that everybody in out party of four had suddenly realized that we hadn't maybe but one partially full cigarette lighter between all of us or something like that --- and in the course of my running around Yreka, gassing up the VW and copping some weed, I had overlooked this little item.

As I previously stated --- I had been to Callahan a few times or possibly more therein the course of my employment for local land surveyor and civil engineer in Yreka that previous Fall of 1974. --- Thus I already knew where the General Store was Callahan --- and so it was that Karen and I, left Greg and Kathy at the car ---
and we both made our way over to the store to get some four BIC lighters as we all smoked cigarettes and I had an ounce of some fairly decent weed wanted smoke.

We made our way through the crowd of festival goers and on inside of the rustic, old style emporium called the General Store that sold everything from milk, to hard liquor, corn flakes and candles and such that the locals all used or needed.

I then asked the clerk where the disposable cigarette lighters were and in response to this he had told me that they had completely sold out of them earlier that day.
--- I then asked the clerk where he kept the boxes of book-matches and once again he told me that he was sold out these as well.

At this point I was becoming just a tiny bit exasperated and asked the clerk something like;
"You mean to tell me that you're store doesn't have any matches left either ?"
At which time the clerk who was having just a little bit of fun with 'City-Boy' said
something along the lines of , "No, I believe we still have stick matches left on that aisle over there."

I made it over to that part of the General Store and sure enough there were the stick matches --- ones about three-inches long or so and must have contained about as couple or three-hundred matches --- the kind that has two different colors of sulfur on the striking end for easy lighting --- as opposed to one color sulfur on most conventional book matches which don't.

I bought a box of stick matches and possibly a six-pack of some Rainier Beer that Karen liked, or possibly not, whereas we might have brought our owned in a cooler which is more likely the case, after which time Karen and I returned to Karen's VW Bug where both Greg and Kathy were waiting and checking out the scenes going on around them.

I then gave everyone in our party a small-handful of matches these same easy lighting stick matches that I had just bought explaining that the locals store was out of everything else, whereby we all put them in our various shirts and pants pockets and got ready to get high and enjoy ourselves as the girls were both 20, and both Greg and I were 22 at the time there at the "Bluegrass" festival.

Girlfriend's Spontaneous Combustion
My Quick Thinking Saves The Day

As I vaguely recall Greg or another member of our party of four grabbed some beers for all of us and passed them around as we all stood there at the rear of the Karen's 1966 VW "Bug" with the old style chrome bumper --- During which time I quickly rolled up a fat 'joint', lit-it and passed it around.

We were all talking, and starting to get 'high' from the 'weed' and the beer when my fiancé Karen decided to relax a bit and decided to sit down on the old-style, chrome bumper of her '66 VW 'Bug' while we all chatted and joked a bit.

It was at that very moment in time that something very unexpectedly bizarre and most alarming took place --- whereas I noticed that just as Karen was about half way down from sitting down on the low car bumper she suddenly let out scream that would have woke the dead. --- I immediately glanced over at her in horror there of what ever it was that made her scream so in but a fraction of a second.

It must have been there as Karen was still shrilly, screaming there in the extremity of her agonizing pain, during that fraction of an instant that my eyes beaded in on the what appeared to me miniature fire-ball, exploding out of the tight-fitting blue-
Jeans, thereon her upper thigh, --- a leg-thigh there inside which, Greg, myself, probably half the town of Yreka and the Devil only knows who else, had frequented so much there in the recent weeks and months leading up to the dusk of that Friday evening, July __, 1975.

Within another fraction of second, --- I had immediately discerned that it was the those very same stick matches that I had given her only a minute and some odd seconds before, had spontaneously combusted there from the friction of her tight fitting jeans which fit around her then sensuously meaty ass that I had enjoyed so much there in recent months.

At that very moment I immediately reached over, and like a magician performing the old-trick, when he pulls out the table -cloth from off the of the top of a dinner pace setting with dishes, silverware and goblets still remaining in place --- I had those pants down to her ankles, with even more matches still exploding like a mini
-napalm bomb, whilst leaving the pantys covering her busy little 'Oregon-Beaver' still in place.

I then immediately proceeded to tug at Karen's feet as she did her version of 'St. Virus's Dance' and wriggled her feet out of the pants, which I then quickly threw aside whereby Greg, I vaguely recall stomped out the still exploding matches and I in my then state of shock, horror and dismay then immediately attended to my wounded fiancé, who was at the time, also so very popular with Greg and the other guys in Yreka.

Regardless of these facts, I really didn't care about her slutty, and multiplicitous behavior, whereas on some level I actually had some feeling for this soulless, brainwashed bitch, who at times actually had some good qualities about her, despite the fact that she was a government informant who had then at that time been already been up there in Idaho setting me up, as previously covered in that portion of this synopsis covering Chapter __. Of "1979".

I then looked at the severity of the burn wound on her upper thigh, which I'm pretty certain must have been her left-one, whereas she was sitting on the right-rear side of the bumper near where I was standing as I recall when I performed my little pants removal 'magic-act' --- and I must admit I bit shaken and somewhat dismayed at myself for somehow indirectly being responsible for her burn wound injury, which had literally caused the skin to peel-off almost immediately, leaving the top layer of her underlying flesh exposed.

Things picked up a bit when I managed to keep my head and help calm her down a
Bit, whilst one of our party went and got out the little first aid kit she kept in the hood of her VW "Bug".

Maybe it's the Tennessee blood in me, or maybe I watched too many damn Western Movies but then recall that I immediately left Karen therein the care of her friend from Portland Kathy and my friend, roommate and Karen's 'Back-Door Man' Greg and ran over as fast as I could therewith a fifth of some not too expensive Bourbon Whisky and immediately started giving Karen shots of the liquor at first, using beer chasers to ease the burn that straight hard liquor sometimes leaves.

There I was in the process of dosing Karen with whiskey, and watching the seemingly positive result of it appearing to dull the pain in her leg from the effects of the 86 proof alcohol, when suddenly from out of the crowd and over to the edge of it where Karen,, Kathy Greg and I were at the rear of the VW 'Bug" --- a voice I had recognized suddenly called my name and a guy I recognized came over therein ever dimming light of the fading dusk.

My Friend Bob Arrives On The Scene & Plays Good Samaritan
Inviting us Over to His Place Where Karen Can Convalesce

Why it was Bob! --- A guy who I then had then recently, when I briefly worked at Avery Insulation & Roofing, thereas a roofer, back in September and October of 1974 .

Bob , who was about 5 or 6 years older than me and a fellow who I had had liked a lot and had a hell of a lot of respect for whereas I had had the privilege of working with him alone as opposed to the rest of the crew thereon a few small roofing jobs in Yreka and nearby Scott Valley (Not to be confused with the Scotts Valley further south).

Bob was a San Diego native who kind of showed me the ropes, talked intelligently and incisively with me about things and who liked me because I would really bust my ass as best as I could for him and sometimes after work we would both go over to a bar located next the apartment house where I lived called "The Deli" and spilt a pitcher or two beer.

In fact I once had a little trouble resetting my toilet in my apartment in back the early spring and I called on his brother a plumber to set-it right for me at pretty reasonable fee.

I then explained the situation to Bob, who like big-brother took pity on me, or possibly more like the pain my fiancé was then in --- and suggested that we all then, immediately drive over to the house he had, located not too far from Callahan, so that we could better dress Karen's burn wound and she could get some sleep in a bed.

Upon this suggestion all four of us therein the party agreed and immediately there after, put what few things that we had taken out back in the car, whereby Kathy and Greg got in the back seat, after we settled Karen there in the front passenger side, at which time I got into the driver's seat and drove off to where Bob had parked his vehicle so that we could follow him directly to his place, my never having been there and all.

I shall never forget that drive through the heavily wooded forest, which because of the surrounding hills, mountains and growth made it appear virtually pitch-black
Save for the road in front of me and the vehicle which Bob drove, that I vaguely recall may have been some old pick-up truck or something very-much like it, possibly a flat-bed, --- as I was rather preoccupied at the time.

Bob's place was an old, but rather nice one story place with a couple chicken coops and maybe an out building or shed nearby as we pulled up the gravel and dirt drive.
We all then got to work to ease Karen out of the front seat of her VW so as to cause her as little as pain as possible.

I then asked Bob where his wife and kids were as I knew he was married and all, and he told me that she had taken the kids and split which saddened me a bit so I left it there and he proceeded to raid his medicine cabinet in the bathroom and may have dressed her burn wound there with Karen's friend Kathy --- as Greg and I went into the living of the homey little place, and put on some music at Bob's suggestion --- he was truly a gracious host.

I then immediately rolled up a joint of two and Greg and I smoked and joked around a bit like old times in Covina, and Azusa, what with a buzz from the weed and the relief that providence had somehow provided an angel of m, what with a buzz from the weed and the relief that providence had somehow provided an angel of mercy to help me to deal with this most unexpected event --- which should have been a holiday instead of a freaking 'F'n' nightmare which it turned into only minutes after my arrival at the "Callahan Days" festival of July 1975.

As I recall we put on a record album by the group; "It's a Beautiful Day" and Greg and I played cards, … it was 'Gin Rummy' as I recall whereas I had to occasionally
Straighten Greg out on a few points of the game from time-to-time --- whereas who I had known fairly well for some nine years hence in July 1975, (Since June of 1966) seemed inexplicably distracted and most unaccountably nervous.

I had already internalized the fact that Greg was already busy 'slipping-the-salami' to Karen on the sly, and I guess it was my sense of self-preservation that made me keep it well compartmentalized whereas at that time I was still waiting for Karen's
Spontaneously pre-planned suggestion that we both move up to what was in 1975 'America' Most Livable City' --- Portland, Oregon.

During part of this time I had to simply sit back in one of those rather comfortable
chairs in Bob's living-room and noticed those little feminine and thoughtful touches that his wife, who I never met made around the one-story, wood-frame house and perhaps envied Bob thereat the thought of maybe having woman actually caring about him and genuinely loving him --- but this seemed like some kind of implausible fantasy to me at the time.

My mind drifted back to only some weeks earlier when some friends of ours including a crazy, but lovable guy who claimed to be of Castilian blood who I had just met and some other folks --- I can't remember who took a trip to the Scott River therein the weeks just before all that weird Satanic Ritual shit down in San Francisco on Easter Weekend 1975 --- before I imported Greg from Azusa up to Yreka.

It was mostly guys and we all went to this spot on the Scott River somewhere not too terribly far from Yreka, whereby all the guys jumped in and swam across the river in which the water was so cold in early Spring 1975 that it damn near took your breath away.

As things turned all the guys including myself swam across this part of the river which was pretty swift indeed and later, the others --- not me --- although I could be wrong chided Karen into taking the plunge, which she did.

Sure enough this turned into fucking disaster to whereas she couldn't fight the current and was rapidly being swept down the river at an ever faster current.

I was starting to freak a bit as everyone else sat on there ass, and shot down the river bank at a speed and agility which surprised me --- I guess all that experience running through the brush surveying paid off as I somehow kept up with her
And managed to throw out a tree-branch which she was able to grab and I pulled her in. --- This really scared the fuck out of me whereas I was of two minds, --- possibly more about Karen. --- In some ways I guess was infatuated with her even though I knew the evil-bitch was setting my ass up somehow. --- On the other hand the "Road Warrior" side of my brain told that if she, Karen this informant turned
Up dead I might never have such an opportunity to play along in a game that I had become so familiar with. --- Then if she turned up dead --- it's a possibility that
Whoever was pulling Karen's strings might have me bumped off --- possibly suspecting that I had intentionally arranged her death. --- Nope I had to save her and that's what I did.

Intense Pain, Drugs, & Liquor
Bring out The Screaming Banshee in My Fiance

Returning now to the scene at my friend Bob's place in Callahan, California, Friday night July __, 1975. --- A bit later Karen's friend, Kathy Doyle had just come out of the back bedroom where she and Bob had just calmed Karen down a bit, and had laid her out to rest on the bed in the back master bedroom.

Some time later --- I really can't precisely say how long, --- having then been so busy deep in thought and keeping up my own front and all --- but I suspect that it
wasn't too long after my friend Bob and Karen's friend Kathy Doyle had both came back into the living-room of Bob's country home place, located just outside of Callahan.

During this time Bob was once again like a big brother, and was incredibly wonderful and so reassuring as he glanced over at what I would imagine must have been the sullen and concerned expression that I has had on my face at the time, when I wasn't smoking a joint or taking a drag off a cigarette.

Greg Whose Life I Saved --- Our Roomate & Police Informant
Becomes Paranoid That Karen Might Expose Him
During One Of Her Hysterical Fits

This was much in contrast to the expression on the face of my long-time friend Greg, whose life I had already saved once, only a week or two after the murder of 'Spud' Helberg in July 1971, covered in Chapter . Of "1979", when Greg overdosed on some barbiturates at his folks place in Azusa, --- and I found him laid out in the
just as I was getting ready to fuck this vivacious chick name name Mary, who I had wanted to do since my high school days.

Greg was scanning my ass but good --- and I could tell it wasn't over the fact that I was a bit worried over what had happened to my fiancé Karen --- I could tell he was nervous about something else. --- What it was I just couldn't at that particular moment, whereas I already figured out that Greg and Karen were most likely doing it on an intermittent basis whenever I wasn't around and they could do it discreetly.

The fitfully nervous expressions that I saw on Greg's face that night --- at my friend Bob's place near the little Northern California town Callahan, and the then ongoing music festival there that Friday night of July __, 1975, --- had that same kind of
Look that Greg had on his face when I brought him up from to Yreka, from L.A. County during our 24-hour drive up the California Coast, in spite of that mask of charming persona that Greg tried use as a mask to cover it.

Having known Greg for the last nine-years combined with Greg's unusual body language, Greg's agitated and repeated ferret like glances of my then 'poker-face' facial expression, --- and the vibes Greg was giving off told me that he was really worried about something --- something that had not taken place yet --- something that Greg looked most anxious to somehow prevent from taking place.

Another thing that struck me a bit odd about Greg during mid-July 1975 night of near Callahan, California --- was the fact that Greg hadn't even suggested that once Karen was tucked in comfortably for the night therein the back bedroom of my friend Bob's place, was that Greg never once suggested that I drive him back to the then ongoing festivities at the 'Callahan Days' 'Blue Grass' festival.

As I knew Greg better than any or most any other of his friends --- at least his personality and character traits in any event --- I thought it highly uncharacteristic that Greg --- whereas in circumstance like this there really wasn't anything he could do there to comfort Karen in the back room then moaning a bit and me in the living room smoking cigarettes, a takin\g hits off a joint I rolled occasionally.

Nope under the usual circumstances the Greg that I knew would have given me his
condolences regarding the spontaneous combustion leg injury that my fiancé Karen had just sustained earlier that evening and then would have asked me, or possibly
my friend Bob to drive him back to lively and jumping street party then taking place at the 'Callahan Days' festival.

It just wasn't in Greg's nature to miss a street-party like that when he didn't have to. --- No sir Greg 'had-a-bug-up-his-ass' about something and it most definitely had to do with Karen's then present condition, as she would occasionally let out some moans and screams of pain as the effects of the whisky I previously plied her with
just after she caught fire seemed to wear off.

As for Karen's condition, as soon as we got her there to Bob's place --- she seemed to turn on me like a mad-woman or a Banshee or something very much like it, whereas when I tried to help her to the back bedroom with Bob and Kathy, Karen lashed out at me and screamed some weird shit like a woman possessed. --- And 'Oh Brother' this was just the start too, whereas this was to go on for some hours more.

As Karen was starting to become violent and even tried to attack me like a crazy woman in a psycho-ward --- Bob stepped in and took control of Karen, whereas Bob was much bigger and stronger than I was, being about six-feet tall, and having the
Muscular robust physique that many roofers and construction workers have acquired from their long hours of sweat and toil.

There was Bob, being a big-brother to me again and helping me out when I needed help most whereas my long-time friend Greg was acting more like some nervous fucking wallpaper than he was like friend who could help --- in spit e of the fact that I saved his life back-in 1971 and done him many a good turn, sometimes at my own inconvenience and expense. --- Greg was about 5'- 10" and had filled out considerably with some muscle and also a fairly good build.

What struck me most odd of all was the way in which the 'flipside' of Karen's
personality revealed itself to me --- when after she shoved me away with a scream and a clawing hand like a wildcat, when my friend Bob grabbed and held her arms at her side --- Karen made a kind or crazed, intoxicated play for Bob --- like Bob was her live-in fiancé --- not me.

I was much too fascinated and intensely intrigued by Karen's licentiously bizarre, screaming Banshee like behavior to feel anything like jealousy --- whereas this looked to be like a providential glimpse into what my then fiancé, the real Karen Cushman was actually like and how she must have actually felt about me underneath that prim-little, glasses wearing, ex-secretary front she would put on for my benefit.

For another thing I knew that Bob, who was strong, handsome and pretty cool in own right was almost as shocked as I was at Karen's intoxicated like, overt play for him, had no problem getting girls --- even if he wanted to at the time having seen the way some of local chicks over at "The Deli" tavern would check him out, when we would some times grab some beers there after work.

It's also possible that Bob might have heard some things about my fiancé Karen when he stopped into, Yreka the county seat for supplies, a bit of recreation and such --- but if he did he didn't let on.

And that Bob must have been just as curious as I was myself about Karen's licentiously bizarre behavior, therein the living room of Bob's house near Callahan on that dark and rather tumultuous night in mid-July 1975.

I feel that I should at this time mention the fact that when I met Karen I told, if she played around that she better not let me find out, whereas it was after all the mid-1970's and although I didn't step-out on Karen thereas a general rule --- I did make out in the back seat of the AMC Matador that the chick who gave me the round trip ride to L.A. and back to Yreka, and brought Greg back to boot, there in mid-May 1975. --- That girl didn't want to have sex with me because she said was just getting over 'scabies' --- but I think she was also bi-sexual, and had a girlfriend up at Wolfscreek and didn't want to risk the chance that I might have given something to bring back to her, --- but this is sheer speculation, whereas she had a covert agenda to run me down to L.A. and back so that I could import Greg to Yreka, so that Greg could keep a close watch on me, pick my brain and report it all back to whoever those puppet-masters were who were pulling his, Greg's strings and those of my fiancé Karen as well.

Again returning to that Friday night of July __, 1975 and those events at the home of my former co-worker and friend Bob. --- As the night began to wear on I began to become more introspective, and my friend Greg who knew that when I wasn't being a comedian, somehow engaged in some kind of folly of my youth, that I did have the ability to perceive, think and reason to some fair, if not at times exceptional degree.

As I sat stoically, comfortably kicked back in cushy arm there in Bob's living room
Listening to the various rock albums therein Bob's record collection, smoking and
Pondering the those rather ambiguously ominous, under currents of events, as waited for Karen's screaming Banshee like behavior to die down so that we could all relax a bit and enjoy the buzz I was getting from the weed, and the stimulating effect of what may have been some coffee Bob had made us to whether out the storm that night, as when Bob --- the hero of the night --- wasn't tending to Karen and her burn wound, he was rather gracious host and would come out to reassure that Karen would be alright by morning and not to worry, whereby Bob would go into the kitchen and then shoot back to look in on Karen.

Karen's Friend Kathy From Portland Becomes Paranoid
That Karen Say or Do Something That Might Tip-Off Karen's
Satanic Cult Connections In Portland & San Francisco
With CIA Connections In Yreka Through Intel 'Spook' Sheker

It wasn't too very long after we had arrived at Bob's place, and I went through all that screaming banshee bullshit with Karen when Karen's friend Kathy Doyle had first suggested that maybe we ought to drive back to Yreka in order to get Karen to the local hospital there to receive medical attention for the burn wound on her upper thigh.

As I recall all these 30-years later --- my response Kathy, my then fiancé Karen's closest friend since high school days, was something to the effect, that there really wasn't anything that could be done for her there in the hospital in Yreka located some 40 miles away --- that she wasn't already receiving right then and there in the comfort afforded her by Bob's most attentive care, and that she was resting as comfortably as was possible --- therein the comfort of the bed in Bob's backroom.

I further seem to recall that Greg both watched and listened attentively to the verbal exchange between Kathy and myself and I seemed to notice that the wheels in Greg's head were turning round and that he was apparently deciding as to whether or not he should weigh in on my side or Kathy's in this matter.

It's very likely that during what was to become the first --- of many heated little chats I was to have with Miss Doyle during what was for me a long, and at times

Rather stressful and long night, I suppose that I must have pointed out to Kathy the fact that just how dangerous the drive back to Yreka would no doubt be what with all the drunk drivers on the road, at which time I glanced over at the Greg for a little support on this fact.

This was no bullshit about how dangerous the drive back could be whereas Yreka was some 40 miles away therein the pitch-black night (*) , from Callahan, and reminded Miss Doyle thereof the twisting, curving, dipping mountain highway we had only just rode over on the way out to Callahan only an hour and half or so earlier --- while there was still daylight on the road, when Karen as I vaguely recall drove us out, although it's possible that I did.

(* It's possible that the Moon rose over the mountains and hills later that night, but as I stayed inside Bob's house the whole night through I would have never known.)

I then suppose that I must have then impressed upon Kathy Doyle, the fact as to how just how freaking dark and 'Bible-Black' it was just on the way from Callahan to my friend Bob's place a few miles or so away --- and this combined with the fact that in addition to being black-as-pitch --- that this very same highway was now carrying a whole lot of drunk drivers who also wanted to party down at the Callahan Days festival --- and would thereby become opposing traffic ---
coming the other way, cutting across the center line of the highway, speeding and who might not give a shit who they might crash into..

I seem to recall that it during one of my instructional chats with Miss Doyle as to why it was a bad idea to back that night --- that Bob came out of the back room and backed up what I had said --- whereby I vaguely recall that this may have finally forced Greg's hand, who then had to go along with the guys on this, --- that being Bob and myself.

Bob also pointed out the fact that we shouldn't waste money on hospital emergency room costs when we didn't have to.

At this time I think that I should say a word about Miss Doyle, who was then aged 20, as was my fiancé and who if I'm not mistaken also attended Monroe High with Karen therein the class of '73 --- In Chapter __. Of "1979" I lay out some pretty interesting arguments as to why and how I believe that Monroe --- an all girls high school was infiltrated and or possibly set by Portland feminists with CIA connections of the women's libber Gloria Steinem variety. --- Mrs. Steinem's was reportedly none other than the well published author Stanley Pottenger --- who himself was a longtime CIA agent himself.

Miss Doyle was pretty young thing who I would imagine should some guy ever get her into bed she would have to be on top controlling the situation or possibly working the guy with a 'strap-on' from behind.

She was a kind of control freak bitch who could really put on a front and act as sweet and lovable as possible --- kind of like that snakey bitch Niki, Walen --- Spud's girl who was with Spud and I therein the hours and minutes just prior to the fatal sword head wound of which Spud would later reportedly die from on July
17, 1971.

Intense Pain, Drugs, & Liquor
Exposes The Satanic Side Of My Fiance As She
Blurts out Apparent Plans For My Destruction
Kathy & Greg Become Paranoid of Being 'Outed' As Part Of It

I suppose that we hadn't been over Bob's place near Callahan for more than an hour give or take 20 minutes when suddenly Karen came out the back bedroom like she was possessed by a devil, wearing only her top and her panties, screaming some shit at me like something out of the 1973 movie "The Exorcist" and when I went up to restrain her she actually started flailing her arms at me and tried to scratch my face.

Greg and Kathy just sat there like a couple of chicken-shit zombies, as once again Bob came to my rescue --- at which time, Karen apparently hysterical from the pain, and the violent reaction to the ample shots of whisky I got down her just after she spontaneously combusted --- and which presumably further reacted with all the amphetamines, codeine and who knows what else she had ingested on the way out to, or possibly just before we left for the Callahan Days festival.

As Bob and I tried to control Karen during this most violent of her hysterical fits that warm and extremely dark night of July __, 1975 ---
I recall Karen's words came out in a torrent of rage --- it was as if an evil spirit momentarily possessed her --- as if she was another person --- when
screamed out words to the effect --- that plans were already in then works to destroy me and that I hadn't a chance.

This had a galvanizing effect on everybody in the room --- whereas
Bob and I looked at each momentarily with stunned silence and horrified expressions on our faces at what Karen my fiancé had just blurted out. --- It was as if Bob and knew what the other's thoughts were at that moment.

What Karen had just blurted out was so shocking and ominously evil that I literally felt my blood chill there in that rather warm mid-July night in1975 --- and as I looked into Bob's face, it was quite apparent that the blood had momentarily left his face leaving it an ashen color in spite of his slightly weathered and tanned complexion.

Bob and I looked at each other like we knew what the other was thinking and that
This then 20-year old girl, my fiancé was some kind she-devil --- or was possibly just freaking, fucking out of her mind and had therein her extremity of pain divulged her innermost feelings regarding the way that she actually felt about me, --- except that this went much more deeper than that whereas Karen had inadvertently told me what I had suspected since the day I met her, and confirmed my suspicions that there was in fact some kind of secret agenda then ongoing, and that all that
convoluted bullshit to set Karen and I up for the Easter Weekend '75 rock concert weekend full of Satanist flashing hand signals in San Francisco was all carefully planned and executed right down like an intelligence operation --- as previously covered in Chapter __. Of "1979".

For some reason a split second later --- I shot a glance over at both Karen's friend Kathy, and my friend, and roommate Greg, --- who both had on the very same facial expressions of fear and terror --- like they were both literally terrified for their lives at what Karen had just screamed out --- and were apparently even more so by the looks of amazement and common understanding that both Bob and I gave each other --- in response to Karen's "Exorcist" girl like outburst.

Weirder yet - at that precise moment in which I glanced over at Kathy and Greg ---
they had both just leapt out of their seats like a couple of synchronized swimmers of something --- and even more bizarre --- Kathy and Greg were of such the mind that
both wore the same identical facial expressions of horror and dismay that somehow they would both be exposed and their secret would come out.. --- A secret so terrible that they feared that Bob and I somehow may have somehow discovered what it was.

I then shot back to look at Bob, who was still handling Karen as best as he could
And gave him a covert and knowing look like I knew what was up, and he did the same and we both then play acted a bit and pretended not to hear or understand what Karen had just said, at which time I completely backed away from Karen so as to let Bob lead her back into the back bedroom -- somewhat spent and weary from her injuries, not to mention that whole "Exorcist" like outburst she had just had.

Devilish Damage Control

Greg Attempts To Keep My Mind Off Of Karen's Satanic Like Threat
--- Kathy Begins An All Night Nagging Marathon To Get Karen To The Hospital In Yreka 40 Miles Away --- Lest My Delirious Fiance Karen Expose Herself CIA Mind Control Connections

After Bob took Karen into the back bedroom, --- I'm fairly certain that her friend Kathy had went back to see if she could help --- or rather should I say --- make sure that Karen didn't make any more incriminatingly revealing statements to Bob there her semi-psychotic like mental state.

As for me I went and lit up another cigarette and took a few hits off a 'joint' I had already rolled and partially smoked and sat down in a big comfortable chair that I had sat in when I first arrived and was to continue to use for most of that night.

Greg returned to his seat respectively and eyed me ever so closely and spoke to me in that light-hearted and charming manner of his with those light-blue eyes so cheerful and bright. --- I could see through him though and I could tell he was really freaked about what had just went down in the living with Karen, Bob and I, and those angrily evil and rather revealing threats of plans for my demise then in the works.

I put on some more albums, and sat back down and started to mull over this rather bizarre, crazed behavior that Karen had just displayed --- thinking to myself ;
"So this is why Greg had decided to stay and hang out, to keep Karen from spilling things."

And in the hours to come whenever Greg had seen that I going deep into thought he would come over to me and suggest that we play some cards, and or roll-up some
Joints to smoke --- lest I start putting things together.

As for me I realized that I had to keep playing dumb, for Greg and act like I didn't really know what was going on, like I did some 3 months earlier back on Easter Weekend '75 with all those Satanist at that rock concerts in San Francisco who were beading in on my ass from all angles including the stage.

Then there was all that deception and subterfuge to have me think that it was somehow my idea to bring Greg up from L.A. County up north to Yreka, in May which I had then, already so successfully internalized and compartmentalized by July 1975.

So I just played Greg along, the way Greg was trying to play me along and made my usual little wry and laconic witticisms at which Greg responded to there with an uncharacteristically nervous laughter and retorts.

Shortly after this "Exorcist"-Satanic like threat from Karen incident, ---
Karen's friend form Portland, Kathy Doyle began to start in on me again about how I should take Karen from Bob's house and drive some 40 miles back to Yreka so that Karen could be treated in the hospital there.

My response to Kathy was of course the same having to do with the danger of all of us possibly getting killed by the large numbers of drunk drivers who were then peeling down the mountain highway from Yreka, Fort Jones and other points north into Callahan for the Blue-Grass festival, during that pitch black night.

I then reminded Miss Doyle that it was going to be me who had to make the 40 mile drive back tol Yreka whereas she or Greg had never driven this winding, dipping and curing highway ever, whereby I would have to do this in the night with those
Shitty 6-volt electric headlights which weren't nearly as good as conventional 12 volt headlight are.

And as if this wasn't enough, I asked Kathy "What in the fuck am I going to do if Karen decides to freak-out on me in the car while I'm driving around a dangerous curve and gets us all killed ?"

This bitch was relentless, whereas Kathy Doyle must have ran this same shit on at least 8 or 9 times in the next four or five hours until Karen finally passed out some time around 2:00 or possibly 3:00 am, whereas I had stayed awake that whole night though and Greg did also as I recall.

As aggravating a I found Miss Doyle's incessant nagging to make the drive back to
Yreka most revealing --- whereas Kathy wasn't so much interested in getting Karen to a hospital as she was getting Karen up and the hell away from my friend Bob's place near Callahan, --- most apparently because of the fact that scared shitless that Karen might at any moment leap out of that back bedroom, like a screaming fucking banshee and spew out some Satanic-cult like death threats at my ass.

The more Kathy nagged and argued with me the more and more apparent it was that she was plugged into whatever kind of evil scam Karen was involved in running on me. --- I studied desperate, frustrated and inwardly frightened look on Doyle's face and made mental notes of it whereas I was then already certain that I would be seeing a lot more of it --- when Karen got her orders to suggest to me that we make the move on up to Portland --- which I guessed wouldn't be too much longer --- and damned if I wasn't to be right about this whereas Karen did so only 5 or 6 weeks later.

During these verbal assaults on me by Miss Doyle
Greg offered only token assistance to --- and then it was usually only after Bob had backed up what I had just said. --- This was further revealing --- I would again remind the reader that Greg made an attempt to come clean with me seven-years later in 1982 --- and was for that reason shot to death in 1983 over it --- although it was cleverly arranged to look like a robbery --- More on this in the post script-chapter.

A Wonderful Country Breakfast At Bob's --- Karen's Satanic Side
Spirit Leaves Like Dracula At Dawn --- My Fiance's Flipside Persona Returns --- Greg & Kathy Look Relieved At Not Having To Worry That Karen Will Not Further Compromise Then Ongoing Long-Term Plans To Set Me Up In Portland --- As If They Both Feared For Their Lives

It was sometime just after dawn when Karen my fiancé regained consciousness on the morning of July __, 1975 and Bob and I went in to check on her. --- This was quite an entirely different person that we both saw that morning as opposed to the hysterical demon-possessed banshee that went in there to convalesce the night before.

When I approached her this time she acted like most like anyone who had just underwent an entire night of physical pain and trauma, and was even affectionate and apologetic to me over her violent behavior the night before, saying stuff like

"Oh Jim I'm sooo sorry if got out of hand --- but I must have been out of my head with the pain and all."

Having been a pretty good little actor myself, I decided to help her construct an even more plausible defense of lies and deception by adding words like;

Back To The 'Callahan Days' Music & Festivities --- A Few
Shots Of Whisky & Smoking Weed To Calm My Nerves After A Harrowing Night --- My Acting Oblivious To The Events of The Night Before

Greg Comes Screaming Out The Crowd "They're Trying To Kill, They're Trying To Kill Me Jim"
And Collapses In My Arms His Back All Full Of Knife Wounds
Drenched In Blood

Experience on Mountain Roads In My Porche Pay During A Freaky & Frenetic Drive Home With Greg All Bloody & Lapsing In & Out of Consciousness Like He had Just Died --- With My Fiance & Her Friend In The Back Seat

Coming Into Yreka At 70 Miles-Per-Hour In The VW With Half A Dozen Cops & CHP Units On My Tail --- My Stop At The Hospital & Carrying The Profusely Bloody Greg Over To The
Emergency Room --- The Cops Clue & Then Back Off --- Greg's Alleged Assailant 'Chief' Turns Up There & Comes in on A Stretcher

Later That Night Greg Is Ambulanced Up To Rough Valley Hosptial Ostensibly To Treat The Multiple Knife Wound Injuries To His Back --- This Also Serves As Cover For Greg's Intelligence Contacts To Debrief Greg On The Events Of That Night & Warn Him Not To Fuck-up Again or Else ---

The Week-Long Hospital Stay Also Serves As Cover For CIA MK Style Drug-Hypno Implanting Which Also Provided Him With A Plausible Cover Story When He Retuned To Our Apartment in Yreka & Would No Doubt Be Repeatedly Quizzed By Regarding the Details Of His Knifing

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Greg's Convelescence In Yreka --- Our August '75 Trip Down To L.A. So Greg & I Can Get Our Trucks There --- Our Sidetrip To San Diego & Return To Yreka --- Girlfriend's Long Anticipated Suggestion To Move To Portland, Which I Accept To Find Out What Kind Of 'Plans For Me' Were In Store For Me There

My Decision To Follow This Lead --- In Light Of Girlfreind's July '75 Slip Of Tongue Revelatons Of : "Plans For Me Up North" At Callahan Days Only 3 or 4 Weeks Earlier --- Our September '75 Drive From Yreka To Portland To Live ---Extraordinarily Intense Lightning Storms Blaze The Way

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-- Trips To Portland, College In Weed, San Francisco, Crescent City, Cannon Beach, Tillamook --- Mid August '75 visit to L.A. County & San Diego --- Late August Decisiosince anticipated since the day of-September '75 drive up to Portland on 'Acid' under night time skies ablaze from lightening & thunder storms, an ominous sign of the evil that was waiting for me there.

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November '74 My Long Distance Romance With Portland Girl Moves Down To Live With Me In Northern Cal --- En Route From One Of Her First Of Girlfriend's 'Solo' Visits To Pocatello, Idaho From 1974 To 1978 --- It's Apparent Connections To The Badly 'Botched' Motel Mirror Death Against President Carter In In Idaho Falls By Late August '78 Over Which I Was Almost Murdered Over, On September 1st 1978 ---

This links events of '74 to '79 --- By Way Of Girl's solo trips to Idaho from to '74 to '78 --- Callahan Days confession of Plans For Me Up North -- Pre holiday lie about Pocatello of July '75 The Whole Fucking Skynyrd Thing and it;s connections to '76 -- '77 that was yet to come --- "Well it's Eight O'Clock In Boissee Idahho ..." The Song Lyricist Death 2 days after it's album releasse in bogus plane crash in a Mississippi swamp in October '77 the Links between The failed Idaho Death Threat against Carter Ment For Me

2rd Stop on Assassination Revelation Weekend March 24-25, 1979 at my Westslope apartment near Portland --- “Flashing Back” to August 31st, 1974 --- the start of my 'hitch-hike' trip to my new home, and what I thought was to be my new life in Northern California,--- Trips To Portland, College In Weed, San Francisco, Crescent City, Cannon Beach, Tillamook --- Mid August '75 visit to L.A. County & San Diego --- Late August Decision To Accept girlfriend's suggestion to move to Portlland --- The August '75 'Let's move to Portland' suggestion --- I had long since anticipated since the day of our meeting her on 'Labor Day' September 2nd 1974 --- My decision to accept --- in spite of the fact 'I smell a rat' ---- Our mid-September '75 drive up to Portland on 'Acid' under night time skies ablaze from lightening & thunder storms, an ominous sign of the evil that was waiting for me there.

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2nd Stop on Assassination Revelation Weekend March 24-25, 1979 at
my Westslope apartment near PortlandT he Ominously Bizzare Circumstances, Events, Mishaps & Misadventures, During That Year I Spent Living In Northern California From September '74 To September '75

How All This Ties Into Those ---'Plans For Me Up North' Which My Then Painfully Injured Girlfriend Let Slip Under The Influence Of Whisky And Drugs At 'Callahan Days' In July '75 --- Followed By Greg's Near Fatal Stabbing There The Next Night --- As Well As That Laundry List Of Other Ominously Bizarre & Disturbing Events, During That Year I Lived In Northern Cal With Girlfreind --- September '74 To September '75

The Ominously Bizarre Circumstances, Events And Misadventures Which Took Place During My Stay In Northern California From Mid-September 1974 --- Through Mid-September 1975

This Prior To Then Future Placement Of Me In Portland --- Mind Blowing Visits To Portland, 'Frisko', The Northern Coasts, L.A. & San Diego In 1974-75 --- And My Now Present Dilemma In March 1979 --- Trying To Find Out Why I Was Almost Murdered At The Portland Hilton Only Where I Work, Only 2 Days Before --- Looking For A Way Out Of Portland And The Life Threatening Situation I Now Find Myself In --- Flashing Back To September 1974 & My 1st Ever Visit To Portland En Route To My New Home In Northern Cal ---

November '74 My Long Distance Romance With Portland Girl Moves Down To Live With Me In Northern Cal --- En Route From One Of Her First Of Girlfriend's 'Solo' Visits To Pocatello, Idaho From 1974 To 1978 --- It's Apparent Connections To The Badly 'Botched' Motel Mirror Death Against President Carter In In Idaho Falls By Late August '78 Over Which I Was Almost Murdered Over, On September 1st 1978 ---

This links events of '74 to '79 --- By Way Of Girl's solo trips to Idaho from to '74 to '78 --- Callahan Days confession of Plans For Me Up North -- Pre holiday lie about Pocatello of July '75

The Whole Fucking Skynyrd Thing and it;s connections to '76 -- '77 that was yet to come --- "Well it's Eight O'Clock In Boissee Idahho ..." The Song Lyricist Death 2 days after it's album releasse in bogus plane crash in a Mississippi swamp in October '77

the Links between The failed Idaho Death Threat against Carter Ment For Me

The Year I Spent There From September '74 Until September '75 --- The Bizarrely Ominous, Sometimes Violent & Bloody Misadventures, Circumstances & Events In Northern & Southern California, L.A., 'Frisko' & San Diego --- Revelations Of 'Plans For Me Up North' --- The Apparent Complicity Of A Freind ? There In The 'Plans' --- My Decision To Play Along And Move To Portland By September '75 --- A Fatefull Decision As Evidenced By The March '79 Mess I'm Now Presently ---

March 1979 replay of those Noteworthy Events from my own personal history of circumstances & events from that one year time period that I lived in Northern California some 20 miles, just south of the Oregon Border --- from September 1974 to September 1975 --- Replaying, reveiwing and Flashing Back to those key events and misadventures --- which struck as me somehow ominously weird, perculiarly odd, or somehow that so Peaked my curiosity and so intrigued me at the time they took place --- that I thought them noteworthy back in 1974 -75 --

Girlfriend's Solo Visits To Idaho From 1974 To 1978 --- My Almost Being Murdered Over These Mid-'70's Show' Idaho Frame Up 'Photo Shoots --- It's Apparent Links To My Now Presently, Rather Desperate Situation, Apparently Touched Off By The Bizarre Incident Only Two Days Earlier On March 22nd 1979 --- Over Which I Was Almost Murdered -At The Portland Hilton Where I Work

My Now Present Situation In March '79 Similiar To Yet Another Near Fatal, Life & Death Situation Only Six-Months Before --- This The Result Of The August '78 Assassination Threat Against President Carter Idaho Falls --- Apparently Gone Wrong As The Result Of A Motel Maid's Accidental Discovery Of CIA Agent In The Process Of The Scrawling Of Threat On Motel Room Mirror --- That Were Originally Intended For Me ---

--- Regular Visits To Portland With Girlfreind, --- Her Solo Trips To Idaho --- A Rock Concert Easter Weekend '75 In 'Frisko' As Cover For A Satanic Sabbat
--- The Regular Visits To Portland --- A Satanic March Easter To San Franciso, Girl's Lie About Pocatello's True Location --- The Firey, Bloody, Freaky And Illuminatingly Revelatory Events At 'Callahan Days' July '75 Revelations Of' PlansFor Me Up North' --- Girl's August '75 Suggestion To Move To Portland --- Our September '75 Drive There Under Lightening Storms To Portland

Remembering That Weekend In March 1979 --- That The Apparently Evident Years Of Intended 'Photo Shoot' Propaganda 'Frame-Ups' Of My Girlfriend Reportedly Posing With A Body-Double Of Me From 1974 To 1978 --- Were Apparently Thrown Into Peril Back In August '78 --- Thereas The Result Of The 'Botched' Motel Mirror Death Threat Against President Carter In Idaho Falls --- Over Which I Interrogated About The Following Day --- And Almost Being Murdered Over It Only Two Days Later On September 1st 1978

"You Remind Of Somebody That I Know..."

The Quizzing That Received Over It Hours Later By One CIA 'Spook' On My Land Surveying Party Crew Who Read Me The News Item Out Of San Francisco Chronicle August __, --- Transfered September 1st 1978, To Another Crew, Driven To A Remote Location, For Intended Execution --- Only To Be Saved By A Last Minute CIA Style Car-Phone Reprieve --- This Apparently The Go Sign For My Eventual Manipulation To Portland --- Therein Preparation For The Whatever Kind Of Frame-up Scam They Had Planned For Me Now In March '79

A Satanic Sabbat Easter Weekend '75 Frisko Girlfriend's Secret Agenda There --- Girl's Spontaneous Combustion At Callahan Days July '75 ---

Greg's Knifing There Next Night --- Her August Suggestion To Move To Portland --- Accepting The Invitation, I Had Anticipated Since I Met Portland Girl, Back In September '74 --- My Decision To Allow Myself To Be Manipulated To Portland By September '75 --- To Find Out About Those 'Plans For Me Up North'

--- Settling In By Mid-

September '74 To My New Home My Northern Cal --- Our Regular Visits To Portland --- Rock Concerts In 'Frisko' As Cover For A Covertly Satanic Sabbat Easter Weekend March '75, --- Girlfriend's Lie About Pocatello's Location & Revelations Of 'Plans For Me Up North' At Callahan Days

Trips To L.A., O.C. & San Diego & So Cal

Examining Apparent Links Between My 1st Visit To Portland Back In September 1974 --- My Year In Northern Cal From Late Summer '74 Until September '75 As Pre-Staging, Parking &

Key Events In My Life, During The Year I Lived In Northern California From September '74, On Through September '75 --- A Secretly Satanic March '75 Easter Weekend In 'Frisko' Girlfriend's July '75

August '75 Suggestion To Move To Portland, A Set-Up For Sure --- My September '75 Move There, In Order Find Out About Those 'Plans For Me Up North', Girlfriend Let Slip Under The Influence Of Drugs & Alcohol At 'Callahan Days' July '75