My father is a very, very important person in the history of the world rocket history, the history of nuclear bombs and the building of observatories as well as the most sophisticated spy devices in space, just to name a few things. But I was raised in this insane matrix whereby there were many secrets. As well as insane plans for WWIII being cooked up, discussed and proposed. And I got to see the true face of the Apocalypse up close, too. I wish to talk about this because there are so many bizarre things attached to this business.
I seriously don’t like talking about this things due to emotional distress. But it has to be done by someone. Since I was edited out of all tales concerning these matters and live in this eternal limbo whereby I can’t PROVE anything even though plenty of people know the truth: this is Fate at work on myself as well as my family and the entire planet earth.
When I was 16 years old and went off to the University of Kansas to prove my high abilities in deciphering international communications and ‘seeing’ into the systems and minds of the Soviet and Chinese communists, I ended up in this huge, hideous mess which involved learning very swiftly, many of my father’s darker secrets from WWII. At that time, I didn’t even know Operation Paperclip was top secret. All I knew was, the entities that gave me the information had to be checked out and the only way to do this was to get my father to go with me to Germany! A nearly impossible task but one I managed to pull off.
There is this place I call ‘the Outer Darkness’ where the Dream World and the Waking World merge and where the Past, Present and Future are all in confusion and overlap. One way into this place is to be hit by a lightning bolt which has happened to me more than once. My father was very aware of my talk about the Outer Darkness and how one can see in three dimensions in time, all at once.
Since my father is part of the CIA system, they also knew that I knew this information and talked about it. This meant, the dream of having someone who can see strange things is very wonderful, what if this lightning-struck child could see into the secret facilities of the Soviets? Or understand the Chinese future plans….[HAHAHA]….sigh. Yes, they wanted to see if I could see things so my father suddenly decided he WOULD go to Germany with me and allow me to ‘see’ things!
I was quite stunned by this boon. Off we flew to Germany! Where I immediately went to work, poking around, asking the same question in various forms, ‘Where were you at the end of April/beginning of May, 1945?’ Ratzi, the present Pope, got very pissed off with me when I asked that question while probing him, for example.
Before going on with this insane and unbelievable but real story, and feeling shame because I am leaving out the most bizarre parts of it like the business in Kansas and Hoch Hall and the lightning bolts….in 1968, many strange things were happening all at once and I headed right into the middle of it because I needed desperately to know what my father did in that 1945 time frame. It was, for me, life and death.
My father sent me a story he is publishing this week in an obscure Optics magazine. In it, he gives a very strange rendering of what he actually did during the run up to that dangerous month. He was surrounded by death, doom and destruction while still in the US. Before heading to war.
I knew the Schott family and even lived with them, once. I knew the Zeiss executives, too. The story here is peculiar in the extreme. For example, when the man in charge of the rocket part of Operation Paperclip was shot down, there was this flurry over who would go.
My father doesn’t mention Jack Parsons in his article. I didn’t know who this man was until a reporter told me about him and I nearly fainted. He was my father’s advisor in the rocket club and my father was the young cub whose abilities exceeded everyone older than himself. Jack lived near my father’s birthplace as well as my mother’s and godmother’s homes in Pasadena, California. He is the founder of the Jet Propulsion Labs where my father worked, off and on, over many years.
Jack Parsons was a man obsessed with bringing into the world a ‘Moon Child’ who would bring the Apocalypse.
According to “Sex and Rockets: The Occult World of Jack Parsons,” a new book by John Carter (a pseudonym), Hubbard chanted incantations while Parsons and his new lover, Marjorie Cameron, tried to produce a “moon child,” a “magical child” with superior intellect and powers whose birth would occur on the astral plane, not the physical one.
The ceremony was to span 12 consecutive nights. But when rituals called for a naked pregnant woman to jump nine times through fire to ensure a safe delivery, the neighbors began protesting. The police looked into the matter, but nothing came of their investigation.
Parsons and Hubbard, who had united to take on Christianity, fell out over more trivial matters. Carter writes that the two argued over a sailboat venture that ended in a court dispute….
The FBI was investigating him on suspicion of espionage, consorting with communists, including some allegedly at Caltech, and cult activities; the scrutiny cost Parsons his government security clearance.
In June 1952, while his wife shopped for groceries for a planned vacation to Mexico, Parsons mixed chemicals from his arsenal of illegal explosives.
Police reports say the explosives expert dropped the concoction of fulminate of mercury. A deadly blast that could be felt a mile away ripped through Parsons’ garage lab, blowing off his right arm, breaking his other arm and both legs, and leaving a gaping hole in his jaw.
He died 45 minutes later. When his mother heard the news, she joined him in death, gulping down a bottle of sleeping pills.
When this book came out, this is when reporters asked me about this guy. To say I was shocked, is an understatement. Parson’s new lover, for example, has the same name as my mother. Every time he wanted his moon child, one of us girls were born to my mother, Marjorie. He was very much aware of this although my mother moved to Yerkes Observatory when pregnant with me and I was born there and not California like my older sisters.
Jack wanted to be sent to Germany and was furious, my father was chosen. There were very strange sexual things going on in the small community that worked on rockets and my father was very handsome and I do think, there were all sorts of odd tensions going on there.
Another thing here, is how my father confirms one of the things that amused me the most as a child: how he is always suddenly picked up by the military and flown off to other parts of the planet with no time to even pack a toothbrush. I actually saw this happen more than once. Sometimes, a helicopter comes in and picks him up. Most often, just a military car of some sort.
My father’s article not only skips over Jack Parsons, a notorious person, he skips over his visit to the President of the United States, the fog that locked him into NYC and how a naval officer noticed him and picked him up and, after learning why he had to go to DC, driving him all the way there with hardly any stops, at top speed.
My father leaves out all the details of how he got to Jena, the concentration camps he encountered and had to deal with and all the many dead bodies that were strewn about these death camps. Nor does he tell the stories of how he got in and out of NAZI-held territory [there was virtually no military backup for him as he penetrated deeper and deeper into the future East German territory]. He skips all that to talk about getting two Soviet periscopes? Huh?
The Schotts told me, they were madly peddling westards as fast as possible on a bicycle! My father’s jeep pulled up and he asked them questions. When Herr Dr. Schott told my dad, who he was, my father hauled both of them into the jeep, saying, ‘You were just the person I was looking for! We are so LUCKY!’
Another German scientist told me, my father came roaring into their compound, ran into the vast underground chamber they were working in and raised his revolver in the air and announced, ‘You have less than five minutes to decide if you want to come with me or go to Russia!’ Not everyone ran. The smart ones dropped everything and under my father’s instructions, while other Nazis were yelling, the ones who wanted to leave with the American took up files and blueprints and ran like hell. The Soviet forwards tanks were already firing just on the other side of the hill.
Back to the ship that figures so big in my father’s story. My father was always totally and utterly lucky. Nothing ever happened to him, he was always on the nice side of life’s deals. USS Indianapolis (CA-35) –
After major repairs and an overhaul, Indianapolis received orders to proceed to Tinian island, carrying parts and the uranium projectile for the atomic bomb Little Boy which would later be dropped on Hiroshima. Indianapolis departed San Francisco on 16 July. Arriving at Pearl Harbor on 19 July, she raced on unaccompanied and arrived in Tinian on 26 July. After delivering her top secret cargo to Tinian, Indianapolis was sent to Guam where a number of the crew who had completed their tours of duty were replaced by other sailors. Leaving Guam on 28 July, she began sailing toward Leyte where her crew was to receive training before continuing on to Okinawa to join Vice Admiral Jesse B. Oldendorf‘s Task Force 95. However, at 0014 on 30 July, two large explosions on the vessel’s starboard side caused massive damage to Indianapolis. Twelve minutes later, as a result of the unexpected attack by the Japanese submarine I-58 under the command of Mochitsura Hashimoto, Indianapolis sank. The Japanese vessel had gone undetected prior to the attack due to the lack of effective submarine imaging equipment on the American ship….
Of the 900 sailors who made it into the water, only 317 were pulled out alive. After almost five days of constant shark attacks, starvation, terrible thirst, suffering from exposure and their wounds, the men ofIndianapolis were at last rescued from the sea.
Captain Charles Butler McVay III, who had commanded Indianapolis since November 1944, survived the sinking, and was with those rescued days later. In November 1945, he was court-martialed and convicted of “hazarding his ship by failing to zigzag.” Several things about the court-martial were controversial. There was evidence that the Navy itself had placed the ship in harm’s way, in that McVay’s orders were to “zigzag at his discretion, weather permitting.” Further, Mochitsura Hashimoto, commander of I-58, testified that zigzagging would have made no difference.
This was the worst naval loss for the US in our history. For some psychological reason, my father doesn’t mention that bit of business. Just like he leaves out all mention of all the death camps. He does cheer the nuclear bomb drops. No mention of the effects on the civilians… an old debate between us, going way back in time. The captain of the ship committed suicide in the late 1960’s, shot himself with a gun while holding a sailor doll in his hand, in the front yard of his home. My father was lucky, Captain McVay III was very unlucky.
It is interesting to me that the Japanese submarine captain became a Shinto priest in his final years and prayed for all the war dead. This is part of a common thread throughout this business: the effect of religion on various people and how they struggled to cope with the pain of the unfolding events of war and destruction.
About the castle: again, the Germans told me about this, too. The caretaker who was in charge of the castle in 1945 was still there in 1968. I took him aside and begged for stories. He said, my father drove up in his jeep [all the German stories started with this image] and he looked at the castle and was overjoyed because of its beauty. ‘I want that!’ he said. Since he was one of the very few humans who had a piece of paper signed by Roosevelt just before he died, which basically said, ‘Give this guy whatever he asks for’ so my dad, being a very youthful and energetic guy, decided to requisition an entire castle for his group!
The caretaker was very amazed by this and when the Army came to try to take it away, the caretaker, who liked my dad because he spoke German and was of German stock, was rooting for my dad to keep control of the castle.
Now, to the really annoying stuff here: I was at that dinner in Germany. It was very foggy. Herr Dr. Schott decided to surprise my dad by not telling him, where we were going. We climbed into the company’s fleet of Mercedes Benzes and took off for the mountains of Wiesbaden. I already had enjoyed the spas there. Lovely place. Well, it was very foggy so my dad couldn’t see anything outside. But once inside, he remembered a lot and I eagerly plumbed him for information. But he wasn’t nearly as good a source as a bunch of drunk Germans! They enjoyed telling stories and this was very amusing for me!
So why did my dad, who was increasingly unsettled by this flood of information…all of which was CLASSIFIED by the Pentagon! Flowing like wine into the ears of his daughter, the one that was being tested to see if she could ‘see’ into the minds of adults who had secrets? Why did he delete me from this story? But still include not only a long digression about visiting his old castle eyrie but also mentioning someone who was not there but who happened to be one of millions of Germans fleeing the Russians? Someone who has no impact on the story, unlike the daughter who was at the dinner and who was plying everyone with questions and soliciting memory recalls?
This was the year I told the CIA, the minds I wanted to probe were their dark, shuttered lives. I wanted to figure out what their plans were, and how they operated and my plan was to shut down the dark side of the CIA. This, of course, was impossible. My father supported the dark side! Many powerful people thought, stupidly, this business of assassinations, crazy systems, strange powers and mysteries galore were all going to protect ‘democracy’. When logic was used to explain, this was ridiculous, these systems were destroying ‘democracy’, they just do what they always do: delete whoever makes this point and pretend this person doesn’t exist.
And they do not have to go out and directly kill people who are pests [even Jack Parsons]—most people who tangle with the dark side end up killing themselves. Bad luck becomes their lot. They suffer increasing torment. They can’t handle the psychological confusion, paranoia, grandiosity, fear, anger about being caught in a web, the withdrawal of money and affection, driving people to suicide. I know this force, I felt it in its full fury and fought it off before adulthood.
It was hard as hell. I have to thank Pegasus here. Diving out of the evening sky, wings spread, the roar of the wind in his hair, he took me away from the pain and showed me how one can fly above all this hideousness, the Luck of the Draw that is drawing oceans of blood and death. There are many sites online that talk about these sorts of things, often run by anonymous people.
They fill readers with fear and despair. But look at this story more closely: the adults, all of whom were players and people very deeply involved in Operation Paperclip….were unable to hide from a young woman who was hunting her own father’s past business. And they were confused, or even playfully teasing my father, they were seeking their own ends just like the Chinese when they lived with me. They wanted something from me and I wanted information and to be able to see the future because I fear WWIII.
WWIII is like a mega-hurricane vortex that spins off in the distance. We can barely see the tops of the anvil heads of this storm. But we see the rising waves splashing onto the shoreline. Today, Israel is on full alert, doing huge war exercises. And have just told Obama to shove off, they plan to double their settlements and give the Palestinians nothing at all. And they were told to not attack Iran so they will attack Iran and shoot any American ships that get in the way like they did in the past!
And I hear the howling winds of the Apocalypse roaring in the distance. Like banshees screaming, the 150 mph winds are not that far away. And the US refuses to face the reality that our entire military system is based on us threatening to create WWIII due to economic distress, a refusal to pay creditors or any combination of things.
This is totally insane. Our leaders are mad, raving mad. The ruling elites are riding a horse that will throw them just like Pegasus kicked off the human who tried to ride him, Bellepheron wanted to see the gods and instead, died.
Then there is this insane news:
The flood of opium going out is immense. Big time, in Mexico and filtering into the US via the usual routes. After all, this is identical to the Golden Triangle drug business during the Vietnam War. The Communists are great at stopping illegal drugs so we should hand the country over to the Chinese. Heh.
This stupid news story is just more proof, our leaders are insane. The war in Pakistan is raging and this is a war of the government of Pakistan against its own people. The US doesn’t care since we view citizens of a country as cannon fodder. Killing women and children and destroying homes is OK. Even if it is your own people. And this goes back to the Luck of the Draw of WWII: we were very lucky back then. No one hauled us into court over our bombing of civilians. We still evade our own laws and this is now quite naked. We prosecute others for the exact same crimes we commit.
And this displeases Libra who is NOT Lady Luck. She is the law and eventually, will get her own way, Luck or no Luck. We have to choose the hard road and remember the past, not cheat people by rubbing out their memory from a story just so it can be told as a lie while pretending to tell the truth. And we have to try to see reality despite all the images, words, stories and games being played, all of which are aimed at deceiving, confusing and thwarting us.
Reality is interesting. As is the Dream World. One mirrors the other. Sometimes, we can’t tell which is which. Maybe we should all take some peyote or swallow some LSD. Yeah, that might work.
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