Behold, a list of victims attributed to the Atlanta Child Killer. Within the list of victims is a reference to the mural, The Last Judgment, by Michel Angelo depicted on the altar wall of the Sistine Chapel. The list flows down like seen in the mural. The set, not yet fully identified, is a reference to the negro spiritual, Michael Row the Boat Ashore. The known reference is Middlebrooks Richardson Wilson. Middlebrooks references flow or current, the next child, Richardson, who was said to have been going swimming. Richardson references the next child, Wilson, a female who was stolen from the home (I.E., Jaycee Dugard and the rest). The known set appears similar to the hit on the Pentagon on 911. Why? Undetermined, as of yet.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- 18 December 2019 The why is now known. The answer can be found in an article found in an edition of the Oakland Tribune, 4 July 1977, page 68, "Jaycees Showdown Expected" The struggle did not begin at this date, however, this is when my family was brought back into the struggle. See video -------------------------------------------------------------
Other victims represent voices within the mysterious set, as well. For instance, before the known set is the name, Mathis. And, as can be assumed, this infers a connection to math. In one case, the math term, undetermined can be inferred. That is undetermined, and not undefined. Of the three in the known set, the cause of death to Wilson is listed as undetermined.
Other victims may be associated such as, Caylee Anthony, where the name Caylee is similar to the mathematician named Cayley.
There is also Jaycee Dugard and the girl gang (her daughters). When at the People's Park near UC Berkeley campus, I witnessed Phillip Garrido who is the guy who kidnapped Dugard at a school bus stop south of South Lake Tahoe, in Eldorado County, Northern California (coincidentally, the same description was given by the Zodiac Killer within one of his cryptograms), standing with the eldest daughter of Dugard. The younger daughter walked over and sat with the homeless group which inhabit the park. I didn't know who the trio were, however I was aghast at the behavior of the girls, so I wanted to find out who they were and what was going on.
Garrido and Dugard's daughter were standing at a stage elevated to about 4 feet, near the garden area of the park. Garrido had a large galvanized bucket (pail rider) with him and the bucket was filled with ice. He was talking with a homeless man and she stood with her hands clasped in-front of her. I couldn't hear what they were saying because I was standing too far away. Garrido handed the man a pair of head phones and the man stood there for a moment then began nodding his head. He then gave the head phones back to Garrido and while standing there, he turned to the daughter and thrust his pelvic toward her. She looked down at his crutch then covered her mouth as if she were covering a girls giggle.
I was shocked. Here, clearly the two girls were with the guy (Garrido) in some way and the guy, whom one could reasonably identify as one of the homeless group, makes an rude sexual gesture right in front of what you would think is a protector, Garrido. So, I moved in before anything else happened. When I got to the stage, the girl addressed me first by pointing at me and asking Garrido, "Can I help him?" Garrido nods is head, yes, cautiously. Then the daughter turns and crosses the basketball court to a 4 door Maverick (later the Maverick was identified as the original Maverick used in the kidnapping 19 years before).
We waited for the daughter to return. She opened the trunk and retrieved something, but I don't remember what she brought back with her. It must have been something I was not interested in, and I declined the offer. I then turned my attention to Garrido, he said, "You look like a religious man." He said it like he was not sure, but that it was not a good thing if I was. I ignored the comment and asked what he had going on. He showed me that he had ice in the bucket and he pointed a microphone in the bucket and said that he had performed extensive research and, "I have found that if you put a microphone in the bucket you can hear voices." He then offered the headphones for me to put on. Now, I had already known about the women in the brainwashing who were talking to me, even 24 hours a day. And, I knew that you don't need a bucket of ice to hear them, or a microphone. So, the hoax perturbed me even more. I declined the offer and instantly acquired a disliking for the man. Why, I don't know.
While we were talking, the daughter walked over to where the other daughter was sitting with the homeless, presumably to offer the homeless the item she had retrieved from the trunk. I left Garrido at the stage and began to walk in the direction I was originally standing, which was in between where the homeless and daughter where and the stage. While walking, the eldest daughter began walking in my direction as if to return to the stage. I side-stepped into her path wanting to question her about who she and they were and what the hell they were really doing. I thought that the girls were behaving to intimately with the homeless in a sexual manner, and that they would or were taking advantage of them.
However, when I stepped in-front of her, she began shaking similar to that scene in Jurassic Park I where Ariana Clarice Richards, born September 11, 1979 in Healdsburg, California, U.S., sees the shadow of a velociraptor over her brothers shoulder. At that point, I felt she was to fearful to stop and question and might call out or run to Garrido and prevent access to any information, so I stepped from her path and let her continue to Garrido. I had to let her go.
Little did I know that she wanted me and that I was specifically brought to the park at that time for the sole reason of rescuing the girls. An act which I did once at Lake Havasu, Arizona rescuing two women in the water. But, her behavior was both uncontrolled excitement and the brainwashers who knew that the movie Jurassic Park was my favorite movie and that I would remember the scene. However, in this case, I didn't know that there was a mother still at another location who was still being held. If I had found out only about the girls case and acted immediately, something could have gone wrong with the mother. Had I found out about the mother and acted, something still could have gone wrong. I didn't have a vehicle to follow them. I didn't know all of this at the time. I just felt that I was scaring her, so I immediately left the park.
Apparently, that was all that was required of me. Later, Garrido went to the UC Berkeley police department to request a permit to demonstrate on campus. He addressed two female university cops in the office. They told him to return another day with the mother of the girls, whom they didn't know was being held hostage as well, and any additional information. When he actually returned, and after speaking with his parole officer, eventually he was taken into custody. The nightmare was over.
However, I didn't know that who they were, only that their behavior was out of place in the park in which I had studied the history and watched the behavior for so long. It was in the evening when I saw the report on the news about the arrest. I could not believe it was the same people and in such a horrendous story. I started yelling, it's them, it's them. Then I became confused as to how could the same blonde girl still be so young after 19 years. Then I figured out that the eldest daughter looks just like the mother when she went missing, and that's who I was looking at, just a little older than the mother was.
The other daughter was a rather tall long legged knobby kneed tomboy who was wearing rolled up jeans so that you could not miss her knobby knees. She looked similar to a high school aged girl who I played basketball with in Las Vegas, she was pretty good. Her father was a Sous Chef I worked with at the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino when it was owned by Steve Wynn. I also played basketball with the two women I rescued at Lake Havasu. But, they weren't so good and one of them scrubbed her knees. I couldn't save her that time.
While in Las Vegas, I had recurring dreams about a girl who was always sitting on the edge a bed in a small room. The room had no closet or furniture, just the bed and no ceiling. The view was always a bird's eye view from the same southeast corner. She would just sit and look forward or glance up at me. There was also a women following me around Las Vegas calling out my name, including from a public bus stop as I passed by. There were a lot of strange activity, if I only knew then what I know now.
Later, I found that the brainwashers were mimicking the plight of Jaycee Dugard and the fact that while in Fresno, I had raised a preying mantis in a fishtank. When I would feed the mantis it would be from a similar view as in the dream. One day the mantis escaped by taking flight as soon as I opened the screened lid, and he bit me. He was huge by that time so I didn't try to find him, we were in the garden and I was already planning to let him go and police the garden. I had thought about becoming attending school for botany, entomology (like E.O. Wilson), veterinary or something like that, but instead I chose accounting.
I had always cared for myself, cooking and cleaning and with the family, but I would also collect and examine insects. When we moved to downtown Oakland, I began to care for our houseplants. On one occasion I went across the Bay Bridge to San Francisco. I went over there during the day, but stayed all night. I had gone to San Francisco before, but I had always returned on the night-owl bus. But on this occasion I went to an after-hour party. I don't know how I knew about the party or where it was but I ended up there at 2 in the morning. It was pretty cool but packed and everybody was dancing tight together like the rush hour Muni train.
A light skinned black male asked me for a lighter so he could light a cigarette. I didn't think about it at the time but he was actually going to try to smoke a cigarette in that packed room. I gave him my lighter, forgetting that during those days a practice was to turn the fluid flow valve up higher than was normally allowed by modifying the valve. I realized that, and turned back to him saying "no!" as he bent over the lighter. I watched his hair catch fire and spread like a brush fire. I quickly helped him put it out and apologized for forgetting to tell him. He quickly said that was alright, probably because he didn't feel it because he had a very large afro. Later, I believe the guy could be identified as the Atlanta Child Killer.
While in the Air Force, I was stationed at Nellis AFB, Las Vegas, Nevada. My squadron was the 554th Services squadron. After Jaycee's rescue, I found that the home where Jaycee was held all of those years was 1554 Walnut Ave, Antioch, California. I also lived on Walnut St. Las Vegas.