7th Stop on Assassination Revelation Weekend March 24-25, 1979 --- at my Westslope apartment near Portland --- “Flashing Back” to that bloody & bizarre three month time period from mid-June 1978 through September 4th1978 that Summer 1978 in Yreka and various other locations in Northern California.

Summer '78 Escape Into Another Part Of The Maze ---My June '78 Move Apparently Anticipated Or Rather Manipulated, Months Earlier --- For Me, The Then Intended 'Patsy' --- In Preparation For Whatever Kind Of 'Frame-Up' They've Got Planned For Me In Portland Leaving All The Intrigue In Headgames Up In Portland & Vancouver Since September '77 Return --- On Through The May '78 Police Raid On My 'Pad' Involving Police Informants From Both Oregon & Washington State In An Attempted 'Pot' 'Bust' --- I Decide To Go South For The Summer In Northern Cal --- My June '78 Move To Yreka --- July Death Of Deputy Sheriff From Yreka -- July '78 Murders Of A Yreka Cop I Knew - And A Yreka Bar Owner I Didn't ---

The Mind Control Motel In Mt. Shasta --- Almost Murdered Over The August '78 'Botched' Presidential Threat 'Frame-Up' In Idaho Falls --- It's Apparent Links To My 'Ex's' 'Solo' Visits To Pocatello, Near Idaho Falls From 1974, Presuambly On Through The Present Summer '78--- Her July '75 Lie About The Location Of Pocatello --- Her July '75 Slip Of The Tongue About 'Plans For Me Up North' At Callahan DaysThe Ocotber '77 Song 'Skynyrd' Rock Band Song: "Yes It's Eight O'Clock In Boise Idaho" --- The Plane Crash Deaths Of It's Songwriter 2 Days After It's Release --- All But onformMy Suspicions That My 'Ex's' Reasons For The 'Solo Trips' To'Photo-Shoots'Of A 'Body-Double' Of Me --- For Some Kind Of Upcoming Media 'Frame-Up' Smear --- Following 'The Game',Trying To Beat 'The Frame' --- Back Up In Portland, Former May '78 Cellmates Appear, At My September '78 Return--- July '78 Death Of Sheriff's Deputy, Murder Of A Yreka Bar Owner --- The 'Shoot-Out' Death Of A Yreka Cop I Know, Days Later --- The Mind Control Motel In Mt. Shasta --- The August '78 'Botched' Presidential Death Threat Frame Up In Idaho Falls --- My Being Almost Murdered Over It And The Apparent Connections To My Ex-Wife's Solo Visits To Pocatello Near Idaho Falls From 1974 To '78 --- My Decision To Return To Portland September '78 --- Then Recently Former, Fellow Jail Inmates --- O'Brien & Benny Appear Within Hours Upon My Return To Portland

 

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Flying South For Summer '78 To 'Shake' The 'Frame-Ups' & Informants In Portland - Vancouver --- My Arrival In Yreka By Mid-June '78 --- On The Eve Of Three Upcoming Murders In Yreka --- Settling In, Finding A Job --- Catching Up On Recent Local Events Locals Inform Me Of The April '78 FBI Raid In Yreka --- Then 'Sift' Me To See What I Might Know About It

May '78 Police Raid &Attempted 'Pot Bust' Goes Bust --- June '78 Flying South For Summer To Beat The 'Heat' --- A Summer Of Mystery, Mayhem --- Mind-Control In Mt.Shasta --- Murder Of A Yreka Cop I Know --- The Murder Of A Yreka Bar Owner & A Sheriff's Deputy All in July '78 --- Rumors Of An April '78 Elaborate FBI Bust Of A 'Coke' Dealer With CIA Connections In Yreka Resurfaces My Weekends Off That Summer There --- From Surveying Near Mt. Shasta --- Whereby I'm Present For the Seismic-Volcanic Quakes In Decades at Mt. Shasta --- A Botched 'Motel Mirror' Death Threat Against President Carter In Idaho Falls --- Almost Murdered Over It --- My Ex-Wife's Connections to it --- My Decision To Make A Desperate Gamble To Return To Portland ---

Click on the photo-image page link above to view this entire article from the Sunday edition of the Washington Post for September 16, 1979.

The photo of the gentleman above is James Sheker, who all throughout the mid to late 1970's was a contract agent for the United States Central Intelligence Agency, the CIA. --- Upon my return to Yreka, California back in mid-June 1978 during the that murderous, and what was for me that near fatal summer I spent there, some of my 'friends' ?? and other Yreka locals I knew, informed me of the April '78 showdown between Sheker and FBI agents out of the Redding, California there at a local Yreka motel where Sheker was arrested.

 

 

What made all this so weird was the fact that when my so called 'freinds' and acquaintances from Yreka informed me of Sheker's April 1978 arrest in Yreka in which some streets were barricaded by the Feds and local Yreka cops, without naming Sheker, let alone his job with the CIA, in a manner that strongly suggested that they knew other things about the April '78 Sheker arrest but weren't about to spill what they knew to me.

In fact the impression I always seemed to get from the Yreka locals when they informed me of the April '78 showdown between Sheker and FBI in Yreka was that they were apparenlty trying to 'sift' me, apparently in order to find out what I might know about James Sheker.

Although I am at times, a rather outgoing and garrulous person by nature, the Yreka locals that quizzed me must have assumed that I was sure to spill what, if anything I might have known about Sheker's April arrest in Yreka only two-months before my June '78 arrival there.

The truth of the matter is that I really didn't know a thing about Sheker or his activities as a CIA agent back in June 1978, however it was only a few weeks later later therewith the July 1978 shooting death of the owner of the 'Log Cabin' bar owner named Trenkle, at his home which was also located in Yreka, within only hours of the unwitnessed car crash death of Siskiyou County Sheriff's Deputy Hennessey I quickly surmised that the guy that the FBI arrested at the Yreka motel back in April 1978 who was reportedly some kind of 'coke' dealer, was most likely in my then live in fiance Karen Cushman's main source for cocaine in Yreka and that she must have been frequenting the 'Log Cabin' bar in Yreka where I never went, when I wasn't in town or was otherwise occupied.

When Yreka Police Officer 'Bo' Hittson was murdered only days later in mid-July 1978, I was certain that this was somehow all tied in with the shooting death of 'Log Cabin' bar owner Trenkle and the phony car crash death of the Siskiyou County Sheriff's Deputy days before in early July.

In July 1978 I didn't suspect that the man arrested at the Yreka motel back in April '78, James Sheker was a CIA agent I did suspect that my then live-in fiance was most likely getting her 'coke' at the 'Log Cabin' bar, thus necessitating the episodic murder of bar owner Trenkle, from Sheker no doubt and that she may well have been fucking the Sheriff's Deputy Hennessy or the Yreka cop 'Bo' Hittson as well, whereas she was fucking damn near everybody else in Yreka during that she lived with me there from November 1974 until at that time we both moved up to Portland in mid-September 1975.

I must further confess that it was the events at the 'Callahan Days' blue-grass music festival back in July 1975 there in which my slutty girl friend Karen spontaneously combusted into flames, --- which prompted her to blurt out revelations of 'plans for me up north' later that night, during one of her many hysterical fits of pain brought on from her burn wound, and the cocktail of drugs she had covertly taken unbeknownst to me, when I plied her with Bourbon Whisky in an attempt to relieve her from the pain, there at the home of a friend of mine near Callahan who showed up on the scene only moments after the evil bitch caught fire, prompting me to pull down her pants and stomp out the flames only a second or two after it happened.

It was during my girlfreind's pain-drug and alcohol induced hysterics of July 1975 that brought everything out in the open, in that it confirmed my then already long held suspicions that my Oregonian girlfriend was setting me up for some kind of scam in Portland, and the response by her girlfriend from Portland Kathy Doyle was apparently in on the scam as well, as plainly evidenced by her fearfully guilty response to Karen's revelations of 'Plans for me up north'.

Weirder still was my friend Greg Downard's response to these same revelations from my girlfriend, as he started to rise up in a state of excited state of alarm only a few feet from Ms. Doyle who reactions virtually mirrored those of Greg's, which meant that Greg knew something about me being set up as well,

My only true friend in that house that night was my friend Bob, who invited us all over to his house near Callahan, in order to provide me the opportunity treat my girlfriend's wounds in the comfort of a home with a bed for her to sleep in. I will never forget how Bob and I looked into each other's faces, as the expression on his, was a surrealistic reflection of the very astonishment and horror I was feeling at precisely that same moment. This was in sharp contrast to the looks of nervous alarm and fear which appeared on the mugs of Greg and Kathy as I turned my gaze away from Bob's face, who also turn his attention to Greg and Kathy, as if Bob and I were both somehow communicating telepathically and some electric current running through our bodies made our heads turn simultaneously in awe and amazement.

I knew Bob from the year before in the fall of 1974 when I briefly worked with him at a roofing and insulation company in Yreka. Bob was a San Diego native who moved to Northern California some years before, and whose wife had just left him only some weeks before the July 1975 Callahan Days music fest. It was through a friend of Bob's that I found out about the opening for a chainmen therewith Orel Lewis's surveying crew by late November 1974, whereby I quit the roofing job and signed on with Lewis.

 

The icing on Greg's cake took place the very next day after my girlfriend's spontaneous July '75 combustion at the Callahan Days festival, when we all return there and I escorted these witches from Portland, --- namely my girlfreind Karen and her friend Kathy, around the festivities there as I smoked weed and drank out of the bottle of whisky I had plied Karen with the night before in order to calm my nerves, there as I flashed back of the events of the night before, and girlfriend's pain-drug and alcohol induced revelations of "Plans for me up north", which kept repeating itself over and over in my mind as smiled at both the bitches and acted as though nothing had happened at all.

It was about an hour into my promanade with the Portland ladies, therein the blackness of the mountain night of the July '75 Callahan music festival that I heard Greg's voice crying out from the darkness and the crowd, that somehow enabled me to follow his voice until he came out of nowhere, yelling: "They're trying to kill me !", "They're trying to kill me !" before collapsing into my arms, prompting me to drop what was left in the bottle whiskey, as I wrapped my arms around Greg to keep him from collapsing, only to discover that the back of his shirt was drenched with his own blood, this the result of a dozen or more knife wounds to his back.

At this point in time back in and who apparently had his own connections to Idaho the following year in September 1976, where James the biker I knew from Yreka, had reportedly died in motorcyle crash near the Snake River, and whose bike crash survivor girlfriend Beth, Greg had told me he was having sex with there in her hospital bed only days after the biker James' death. As if all this wasn't enough Greg now came to to Portland town to fuck my girlfriend too, which prompted me to wonder how long it was before I met the same fate as the then recently deceased biker James from Yreka.

Perhaps the last carefree days of my youth was back in mid-October 1975, when I left for work at my shitty 'ManPower' temps job at the Portland Zoo, and phoned Karen during my lunch break to tell her to clear out of the appartment as I had to start packing and that I was writing off Greg as well, whereby I was free of Karen for about a month, but was totally surprised that this evil bitch was now suddenly pregnant with what may or may not have been my kid by mid-November, whereby I felt coerced to marry her in a sham marriage thinking that this would surely entitle me to vistitation rights which I was to never receive.

Returning now to my ruminations on the circumstances and events of my life during that summer of 1978 in Yreka and Northern California, and the episodic rash of murders that seemed death that punctuated my arrival there --- I once again flashed back to Greg's October 1976 visit to Portland, when realized that whatever those "Plans for me up north" that girlfreind let slip back in July '75, they were apparently still on track in October 1976, and the way things were looking since my move to Vancouver, Washington and visits to Portland back in September 1977 and the events there which prompted my retreat to Northern California by June 1978, it meant that those "Plans" for me "Up North" from 1975 were apparently still presently on in mid-1978.

 

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Pt 8 Sub Part 2

The D.A. Approved Murder Of Yreka Bar Owner Trenkle --- Suspicious Death Of A Siskiyou County Sheriff's Deputy From Yreka --- Murder Of The One Yreka Cop I Know On My Night Off In Town ---

It's Terrifying Implications For Me, Reviving The Bizarre Circumstances Of Yreka Biker Who Turned Up Dead In Idaho --- Idaho Where Girlfriend Makes Her Solo Visits's --- The Whole 'Skynyrd' Band Plane Crash In October '77, The Band Leaders Cryptic Lyrics --- "Well It's 8 O'clock In Boissee Idahoe..."

--- The Mind Control Motel At Mt.Shasta & Other Ominously Bizarre Indicators I'm Being 'Set-up' --- The job with Olsen Engineering on a U.S. Forrest Service Contract ---First Volcanic Eruptions at Mount Shasta --- Drugged Restaurant Food Sleep Hypno-Programming the at a CIA ‘Mind Control Motel’ at night in Mt. Shasta

--- July Murders Of Yreka Locals --- The Mind Control Motel At Mt.Shasta & Other Ominously Bizarre Indicators I'm Being 'Set-up' ---

The job with Olsen Engineering on a U.S. Forrest Service Contract --- First Volcanic Eruptions at Mount Shasta --- Drugged Restaurant Food Sleep Hypno-Programming the at a CIA ‘Mind Control Motel’ at night in Mt. Shasta --- Subliminal implanting of post-hypnotic suggestion as I Slept for easier handling in the then upcoming months for then ongoing plans --- To assassinate President Carter at the Presidential Suite of the Portland Hilton, were I was then to be employed at some six-months later

 

 

Click on the photo-image page link above to view this entire article on the murder of Yreka P.D. Cop Hittson from
the July 17, 1978 edition of the 'Siskiyou Daily News'.

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Pt 9 Sub Part 3

 

1978 'Mid-Summers Nights' Mind Control At A Mt. Shasta Motel --- Drug-Hypno-Sleep Implanting For Easier Handling At The Portland Hilton By March '79 --- Surveying Atop The Epicenter Of Stephens Pass Seismic Temblors At Mount Shasta August '78 --- Curious & Cagey Quizzing From Some Of The Bikers & Locals During My Weekends Off In Yreka --- A Ticket On A Freind's Motorcycle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pt 8 Sub Part 1

The 'Botched' Presidential Death Threat In Idaho Falls August 1978
--- My Coworker's Interrogation Over It Next Day
--- My Nearly Being Murdered Over It All By Two Others That Next Week
My Ex-Wife's Solo Secret Idaho Connections Since 1974 --- Greg's Curious Connections To The Then Recently Dead Biker 'James' From Yreka October 1976 --- Purportedly In A Bike Crash On The Snake River Highway With Greg's Then Recent 'Ex' Beth ---

The 'Botched' Presidential Death Threat In Idaho Falls August '78 ---Interrogated about the incident the following day --- Driven Out In The Woods In A Unmarked Company Vehicle And nearly murdered over it two-days after that in Northern California --- Idaho Falls Just North Of Pocatello Where My Girlfriend / Ex-Wife Has Made Repeated Solo Visits To, Since November '74 --- Her July '75 Lie About Pocatello's Location --- Her Slip Of The Tongue About 'Plans For Me Up North' At Callahan Days July '75 --- Greg's Knifing The Next Night At Callahan Days For Almost 'Fucking Things Up'

Memories Still Fresh In Late August -- Early September 1978--- of July '78's Murder Of The Yreka Cop I Knew --- Rumors Of The Murder Of A Yreka Bar Owner Only Days Before

 

 

 

 

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Pt 9 Sub Part 5

'Takin' For A Ride' September 1st

--- This Over The 'Blown' Presidential Death Threat In Idaho
--- A Carphone Conversation Which Meant Life Or Instant Death --- Orders Come To Spare Me For Handling, Maniplation & Placement At The Portland Hilton By Late February 1979 --- The September 3, '78 All Night Long Bus Trip From Yreka To Portland 14-Hours --- Beers, Pot-Smoking, Hot Chicks & A Little As I Chat With Informants As I Act Fucking Clueless & Without Gile

The 12 Hour Bus Ride Drugs, Alcohol , Girls, & Revelers --- Subterfuge & Play Acting During On The 'All Nighter' Bus Ride From Yreka To Portland --- My Former Cellmates From Clark County Jail Appear In Portland Hours Of My Arrival

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