-Caveat Lector- P.S.: People who read - and understood - my last post may wish to take a look at a couple of my 1970s comic books online, posted at a local forum...
http://www.a2planet.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=32 http://www.a2planet.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=31 --- T Brennan <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > -Caveat Lector- > > Those who followed my JFK story, CONJURELLA, and its > aftermath may be interested in reading my latest > online interview at: > > http://homelessdave.com/tt20060407tcaseybrennan.htm > > Castle Mirage - The Prelude: Conjurella > by T. Casey Brennan > > (c) 2006 by T. Casey Brennan > > This is the story of little mice. David Ferrie's > mice. > No, this is the story of Conjurella, and her > daughter, > Glinda; they were both there when I first met David > Ferrie in Ohio, at the Old covered Bridge; so were > Mama and Daddy and Uncle Johnny. Everyone is dead > now, > except me, and, I think, Glinda, so there is no one > to > ask. But I think it must have been the summer of > 1953. > I started school in September of 1953 at Swamp > School > on Bricker Road in Emmett, Michigan; a one-room > school > on a gravel road which boasted my late mother as the > CEO of its Board; it was sometime around then that > the > meeting at the Old Covered Bridge took place. > > It looked something like a covered wagon, over a > small > stream through a narrow road cutting through fields > and brush that stretched on forever. This was 1953. > The only war we might have lost had been over for > less > than a decade. Oh-ess-ess was a whisper that > lingered > in the air; a song that was over, yet the melody > haunted us. War measures meant many things to those > caught in the web of that whisper, oh-ess-ess, so > softly spoken, a love song, a lullaby, a death > threat. > I don't remember, but I think that whisper was in > the > air when we first met David Ferrie. Uncle Johnny > helped arrange it; Uncle Johnny said he was a > finder. > Daddy and Uncle Johnny park the car right on the > bridge, and get out "to take a walk" -- there is > something on the car radio, or maybe Daddy and Uncle > Johnny tell us, about "two escaped convicts" > believed > loose in that area. Mama and Conjurella get in the > front seat. Glinda and I are in the back seat. Has > MK-ULTRA begun yet? They must have given me some of > the amnesiac hypnotic drug that Dr. E, the hypnotist > whose work formed the basis for Mama's obsession > with > hypnosis as noted in Castle Mirage, would later fore > on me in a more conventional setting. Glinda is my > age, she is five. she sees the Perfect soldier, > David > Ferrie, standing guard. Everyone has told me: "Don't > see that soldier," but Glinda says, "He Sees that > soldier." > > David Ferrie uses his O.S.S. code name, Perfect > Soldier. I don't remember how I know that. He > assumes > battle stances, brandishes his rifle, and threatens > the children with rape. but it is Conjurella who is > raped, by the "escaped convicts" who inevitably > appear > as David Ferrie looks on. Glinda and I are spared, > and, I think, so is Mama. But I was too still in > that > back seat throughout the attack, too oblivious to > what > was happening - they had used something akin to Dr. > E's "red lollipops", a favorite drug ploy of the > MK-ULTRA hypnotist who would some day send the > Perfect > Soldier on a mission to kill John Kennedy. > > I have the Brass Monkey, I think Uncle Johnny gave > it > to me. I don't know if it had anything to do with > the > OSS. It's not brass all the way through, and it says > "Germany" on the bottom, not "Deutchlann" - Germany. > > > David Ferrie is hard to remember. > > I said I went to Swamp School, that was for my first > and second grades. In the third grade, I started > parochial school, Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Parish > School, also in Emmett. That was in September of > 1955. > I attended Our Lady of Mt. Carmel for my third, > fourth, fidth, and sixth grades. Daddy, who had > always > had intermittent violent fits, accusing my mother of > an extra-marital affair (and me, of being the > offspring of a local handyman from Texas, Frank > Tilton) was on his best behavior through that > period. > He had been elected, or appointed, I forget which, > to > a position on the St. Clair County Board of > Education, > to match my mother's, on the Swamp Board. I am > trying > hard to be a Catholic religious sissy, worrying > about > mortal sin, telling me priest in confession about my > Brigitte Bardot pin-ups, and studying prayerbooks. > But > in the summer of 1959, after my sixth-grade year, > Daddy got in trouble. Getting out of it involved > using > his family "in hypnotic experiments". > > That was how we met Dr. E. And how we all met David > Ferrie again. Keep going north on M-19, and you will > reach Yale, Michigan, a tiny town with its own tiny > airport. David Ferrie, Who is calling himself David > Ferris by then, flew into the Yale airport in he > pre-dawn hours to meet with my Dad, and follow > behind > us in a car, as we drove farther north, to > Hopeville, > to meet the hypnotist, Dr. E. There was no doubt > about > it; we were in custody. > > My Dad is introduced, and he extends his hand to > David > Ferrie/Ferris and says "I attended to Ferris > Institute > in Big Rapids..." He stresses the word Ferris; he > knows he is in trouble and he is looking for > something > that will give him an edge conversationally. but > there > is to be no conversation. A committee of MK-ULTRA > agents roughly hustle him back to his car. Back in > the > car, he tells Mama: "We're cooked. This is the same > guy Johnny took us to meet". > > My memories of Doctor E are very sketchy, and they > are > not always easily rendered sequential. I know that > at > some point, through the use of amnesiacs so we would > have no recollection of the more threatening > encounters, he gained our trust, although it is > important to remember that it was as difficult > remembering just what had taken place previously > with > Dr. E then, as it is now. > > I know that at one point, Daddy was in Dr. E's > office, > and Mama and I were in the waiting room, and Dr. E > came out and said, "I want to see how fast you can > eat > a red lollipop," and handed us two red candies, > which > caused us both to pass out immediately; I only > vaguely > remember us being carried limply into his private > office, and that, only after over three decades. > > We went up north in August of 1959 on a trip, and I > started back to school in September, at the old > Swamp > School again, and it was around then that I met Lee > through Dr. E. Lee flew into the Yale airport with > David Ferrie; I was always afraid of David Ferrie, > but > I was never afraid of Lee. He did not know about the > threatening circumstances of our initial meetings > with > Dr. E and David Ferrie. He said that Dr. E was going > to give him "almost god-like powers", and that he > was > doing "something important for the government". He > said he was going on a trip, but he would be back to > see me every so often. He spoke of great authority > that he would have on his return, and his > explanations > of that coming authority vacillated between the > governmental and the mystical. > > === message truncated === The full CONJURELLA is posted at... http://www.darkelfdesigns.homestead.com/conjurella.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com www.ctrl.org DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion & informational exchange list. 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