An Essay on Sandy Hook

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Submitted by Maureen Crowley

Since I wrote the following essay, I have confronted [name deleted], embalmer of several Sandy Hook “victims”. I told him to not fear the Connecticut Mafia, and that he should come forward with the truth. Inches from my face he screamed at me,”not the Connecticut Mafia, the ITALIAN mafia”.

Yes, it is my opinion that organized crime paid a huge role in pulling off the Sandy Hook Hoax. Also, in 2015, when I dropped off this essay at the offices of Catholic Bishop Tobin in Providence, he called the Rhode Island State Police, who then called crowleyto interrogate me.

Here is a slightly updated version of the essay.      

“The powerful conglomeration of interests that tried to pull off the events in Sandy Hook, Connecticut on December 14, 2012, must have realized the visual power of television. The images of beautiful children were where…

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Orlando Nightclub Shooting: Questions and Anomalies Surround ‘Worst Mass Shooting in U.S. History’

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By Vivian Lee

Screen Shot 2016-06-13 at 9.02.38 PM Scene from the Orlando “shooting,” one of many showing no evidence to support the story. Image: CNN

The “worst mass shooting in U.S. history” is reported to have occurred between 2 am and 5 am on Sunday morning, June 12, at Pulse, a nightclub in Orlando, Florida. The “act of terror” is said to have produced 49 dead and 53 injured. A 50th death was that of the “shooter,” identified as Omar Seddique Mateen, who was employed as a security guard since 2007 by the giant multinational security company G4S. The circumstances of the Orlando “massacre” are suspicious to say the least, with many details fitting into the existing playbook for staged shootings occurring across the U.S.

G4S, the world’s largest security company by revenue, has its US headquarters in Jupiter, Florida, but operates in “more than 100 countries,” with “more than 50,000 employees in the United…

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Upside down.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for your kind attention to my posts. This is just to let you know I’m taking a brief respite from this blog for the summer months, in order to rest, refresh and devote time to a fiction project I’ve been working on for many years now, and hope to finish soon.

I also have some Sandy Hook field research planned, which will take me hither and yon. I look forward to sharing that with you on my return.

In the meantime, please enjoy a brilliant performance of “Non piu mesta” by Frederica Von Stade in Rossini’s “La Cenerentola” (Cinderella) ~ a scene in which forgiveness is offered to the cruel, the deceptive and the unjust. (Click on the link above.)

Cinderella, upside down

We have a long way to go before such offerings can be made to those behind the Sandy Hook illusion. That’s why I appreciate the view presented in the final footage of the opera video ~ in which the current upside-down version of reality is made clear.

But things have a way of turning around.

We’ll persist.

Yours ~ Cinderella

 

A retrospective in crime.

An article recently appeared in FOTM (Fellowship of the Minds) on the exploits of a funeral home and embalming service at 623 Main Street in East Hartford, Connecticut: Hartford Trade Service and River Bend Funeral Home & Crematorium. Both businesses are long associated with one Kevin K. Riley. You can find that article here.

River Bend, front copy

The reason for FOTM’s interest in the flat-footed, squatty establishment depicted above is because it’s purported to have been where the bloody remains of the alleged Sandy Hook massacre perp, Adam Lanza, were cremated. Supporting evidence for this is in the  FOTM article.

Partners in estate plundering and other venal crimes. The problem: the establishment has a squalid history, having been the vortex of crimes committed by a pair of conspirators, Kevin Riley himself and his bookkeeper, Yolande Faulkner. In 2011, after a four-year investigation, the duo was proven to have robbed the estates of multiple deceased people, falsifying their records, plundering their valuables and selling their real estate. And they took advantage of a lucrative state contract to swindle and double-bill their way into multiple court dates and Hartford Courant articles. (See links in the timeline below.)

For this, Riley went away to the poky for eight months after sentencing in 2011, and Faulkner was slapped with fines and community service, later reduced due to purported  hardship: Faulkner cares for a disabled husband and aged mother.

Adam’s post-mortem handler. And yet, Riley’s business was chosen  in 2012 to handle the remains of the most heinous perpetrator of child killings in recent Connecticut history — after Riley’s license was revoked and his business ostensibly ruined.

How could this be? Why would the State of Connecticut – itself the victim of Riley’s double-billing schemes – seek out his business to handle such a potentially controversial body of evidence?

Two Kevins? Critics/trolls of FOTM’s article have said the equivalent of, “So what?” (And much worse.) They claim that by 12-14-12, Kevin Riley had been succeeded by another Kevin – one “Kevin Davidson”- whose name appears on the sign of the cement block establishment:

Signage, River Bend copy

While that’s evident (if debatable) it doesn’t explain another glaring oddness.

One Yolande. In February 2016,  an employee of Kevin’s named “Joe” handed a business card to a potential customer of River Bend Funeral Home after he wrote a name (“Yolande”) and phone number on the reverse side. (The number has been blurred in the photo below for privacy reasons.)

Kevin's Business Card copy                   Back of card, number blurred

It turns out that “Yolande’s” phone number belongs to Yolande Faulkner, Riley’s bookkeeper and co-conspirator. So at least one-half of the larcenous duo is still operating out of 623 Main Street.

A chain of opportunistic crimes. Cinderella thought it would be interesting to unravel the back-story to all of the above, so we constructed a footnoted timeline. The timeline, with comments beneath it, follows.

Note the interesting real estate transactions (in green) that correspond with difficult times in the Riley biography, particularly in 2010-2012, when the gavel was about to come down. (One might add that it took that gavel a long time to descend on Riley’s head.)

 

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What should we make of the odd coincidences in the above timeline? For instance, consider Kevin Davidson Realty – an entity that mysteriously popped up like a daisy out of a corpse in 2010 – the same year that Kevin Riley was arrested in his Somers home and charged with 63 counts of larceny.

That same Kevin Davidson Realty would later purchase 623 Main Street on Jan. 3, 2011 — just a few weeks before Riley was sentenced to prison on Jan. 25, 2011.

Then, in September 2011, Kevin Davidson Realty turned over 623 Main Street to River Bend Funeral Home & Crematorium for a cool $0. (And wouldn’t this be about the time Riley was released from prison?) Before and since that time, Cinderella could find no evidence that Kevin Davidson Realty had/has taken part in any reported real estate transactions — at all.

Yet, like three passed-over peas in a pod, Kevin Davidson Realty, Hartford Trade Service and River Bend Funeral Home & Crematorium currently share the same business address.

One Yolande. Two Kevins (?). Three businesses. Maybe it means nothing. But one question persists: Why did the State of Connecticut trust the remains of Adam Lanza to a business steeped in deception and opportunistic crimes? A business that ripped off the people of Connecticut by double-billing services rendered to the most exploitable of the exploited – those who die alone, without living relatives or companions competent to defend them against criminal acts.

Well, dear reader. You tell me. ~C

 

 

 

 

 

 

Was mental “health” Sandy Hook’s real quarry all along?

As Sofia Smallstorm points out in her blogpost titled “Mental Health, Not Gun Control,” the mind controllers are hatching new schemes to ensnare and program anything that falls outside of their predetermined norms.

The prize catch: Children.

See Smallstorm Blog’s post here, which refers you to a thought-provoking article on SETRA, “a new bill/act for psychological testing and programming.”

Mental health reform – by itself and linked with gun control – is still being debated in Congress, with support on  both sides of the aisle. But even one of the most vocal proponents of mental health reform, Sen. Chris Murphy (D/CT), admitted that he is “uncomfortable having mental health framed as a response to gun violence because it risks drawing an inherent connection between mental illness and violence, which doesn’t exist.” {My bf} Go here for that quote.

Nevertheless, despite those facts, mental health reform as a means of curbing gun violence received a big cheer this spring — in the form of an op-ed piece co-authored by Nichole Hockley and Mark Barden, which appeared in The Hill. In “The Time Is Now To Pass Mental Health Reform,” the Sandy Hook pair opine as follows:

“… early identification and intervention in mental health care can help stop gun violence before it happens. That’s why we are calling on Congress to pass mental health reform now – before another threat is overlooked and another school or neighborhood is devastated by preventable loss.”

You can see where all of this is heading, pun intended. The article on SETRA provides a catalog of intrusions that may be the head trip all public school children in the U.S. will be required to take.

Don’t delude yourself that home-schooling is a way out of the trip/trap. Let’s not forget which famous Sandy Hook parent once home-schooled her mentally ill child: Nancy Lanza. The mind-control crowd might be able to use that, too, to widen the net.

 

 

 

A modern masque.

A masque was a form of entertainment popular in 17th century courts, involving singing, dancing, acting, costumes, theatrical stagings, myths, fables and excess. Nobles would mix with masked players and local amateurs would be invited to play their parts. Often, a masque would involve a great deal of fawning over an elite on an occasion such as a royal birth. And, usually, it would be rife with political sub-text. At its conclusion, everyone would unite in an artificial show of peace, light and concord.

In his 1965 novel, The Magus, John Fowles sets a masque within the microcosm of a beautiful Greek island. There, the protagonist and victim, Nicholas Urfe, is repeatedly duped by his wealthy host, Maurice Conchis, who snares him with false autobiography and an elaborate illusion, a form of psychological warfare.

Urfe is alternately titillated, intrigued and outraged by the game. Greek gods and Victorian figures leap out from behind rocks and shrubs; Nazis reenact an atrocity that took place in the island village; and a set of beautiful blonde twins leads Urfe on a not-so-merry chase. There are plenty of bit parts to go around, from maid and handyman to physician and teacher and scuba diver and village traitor/monster/murderer … etc. But in truth most of the cast are expert mind-magicians. The novel ends in a form of treachery that neither the reader nor Urfe himself is psychologically prepared for – and remains unwilling to accept until the ambiguous final pages. What he longs for at the end is the genuine article.

Even so, he is maddeningly inclined to give his beguiler and “god,” the Magus, the benefit of the doubt. This is true even after the ultimate betrayal: the faked death of a woman Urfe loves. Even after learning that he has been thoroughly duped, his psyche shipwrecked on a fake reef, Urfe demonstrates ambivalence toward his torturers. Why? Because Urfe wants the mystery. (1) He wants the beautiful illusion to replace banal reality. And he’s hardly in a position to cast stones at Conchis: Urfe comes to recognize himself in the moral inventory that Conchis forces him to take.

I have read the book (both the original and revised versions) many times, not only because I enjoy Fowles’s prose, but also because it’s a manual of sorts for the brave new world(2) we find ourselves beached upon, where it’s normal and acceptable to remain delusional. Those who, like Urfe, struggle to tear back the scrim are the perceived losers, paranoid and driven toward an encounter with oneself in the dark mirror.

Who would be willing to pay such a price?

The Magus, like its cinematic successor, The Matrix, is about the cost of an examined life. No one who commits to the red pill is going to come out of it happier and ahead by worldly standards. The flawed protagonists of our time, like Urfe, are bound for disillusionment with the world, with themselves — “… for in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.”(3) But many of us believe that an unexamined life is costlier in the long run.

Thanks to television, technology and Tavistock, contemporary masques are increasingly difficult to penetrate, but it can be done with diligence and a healthy dose of humility. A 360-degree, 12-D cognitive grasp is, of course, impossible.  And for that reason, it may be tempting to cast aside one’s limited perceptions in favor of the big drowning eye of mass media.

But we let ourselves and others down in doing so. In the story, the real story, behind the murder of JFK, behind Project Paperclip; behind Roswell and the UFO phenomenon; behind 9-11, Agenda 21 and the faked killing of Osama Bin Laden; behind eugenics and all of the wars of my lifetime; behind the Clinton, double-Bush and Obama presidencies; behind the Sandy Hook massacre and the ultra-secret Trans-Pacific Partnership; behind MK-Ultra and the pedophile rings run by elites – behind all of these stories lie our stories, our personal biographies. We have an obligation to, at very least, unmask the face in the mirror. Because the lies of governments and media corrupt us all.

While telling the truth remains a “revolutionary act,” and I heartily applaud all who do it, narrating the story is an interpretive act, one that links fact to metaphor. In that spirit, the following:

In the hamlet of Sandy Hook, where a reported massacre of schoolchildren took place on December 14, 2012, there are few main roads. One of these, Riverside Road, stretches in a northeasterly direction from the center of the village up and up, then meanders and eventually aligns itself with I-84. It’s a road well-positioned to get you out of town and onto the highway.

On Riverside Road we find the famous Sandy Hook Volunteer Fire and Rescue Company, where people gathered after the incident. At the southwest corner of the firehouse, curved roughly like a fish hook from the long fishing-line arc of Riverside Road, is Dickenson Drive, the street address of  the once and future Sandy Hook Elementary School.

Driving northeast from the firehouse roughly 200 meters, we come to 28 Riverside Road, the address of the Newtown Underwater Search and Rescue (NUSAR), a non-profit organization of volunteer divers situated in Sandy Hook. These are first-responders to accidents involving the many lakes, rivers and streams in neighboring vicinities, notably the Housatonic River and its watershed. NUSAR’s Web and Facebook pages are readily found by doing a search.

The group appears to be made up of stocky, stalwart men and women, some of them professionals in the community. Besides conducting underwater search-and-rescue missions, members of the team provide water and safety instruction. Beyond that I cannot speculate as to character or conscience – they appear to be a committed assembly. If you click here, you’ll find various photos of NUSAR trucks, boats and members.

Scroll halfway down the page to find a group photo of the NUSAR team around a memorial plaque. It reads: “Dedicated January 19, 2013 [Map of Connecticut with the familiar Sandy Hook ribbon and heart] In memory of the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary School / Our hearts are broken / but our hope is unbreakable.”

To commemorate the Sandy Hook incident, NUSAR members conducted a memorial dive, not in Connecticut, but in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, at a site known as Dutch Springs. This would seem strange to those outside of the scuba diving milieu, but there’s a simple explanation.

Dutch Springs is an aqua-park, a little mecca for divers, where families who scuba-dive can enjoy an adventure vacation searching for underwater attractions. One of these is a submerged yellow school bus  that has been part of the underwater landscape at Dutch Springs since October 1995. With its doors and windows removed, the bus was sunk to the lake bottom (depth 50′) to give professional divers an opportunity to practice “penetration skills.”

On January 19, 2013, NUSAR members affixed the plaque quoted above on the submerged school bus at Dutch Springs, attaching it to a space where a window had once been. Click here for the memorial video on Youtube. It’s profoundly disturbing to see the little bus now bearing the signs of galvanic corrosion as the divers swirl around their sign, the sign they have made to commemorate dead children.

I have no reason to believe this act of tribute was cynical or disingenuous on the part of the divers, people prepared to save lives. Cinderella hasn’t interviewed them. It isn’t clear that there is consensus among its members about the Sandy Hook event or, indeed, about anything at all. During a recent (Jan. 2016) anti-gun rally in Newtown, one of NUSAR’s members, Brian Solt (assistant chief), offered rhetoric from the opposition, defending the second amendment and saying that the gun grabbers “don’t speak for me.”

We must accept that the underwater scene of January 19th, 2013, in and of itself,  wasn’t part of the conspiracy to sink the evidence.

But I offer it as a metaphor for the rest of the Sandy Hook story, which is, indeed, a sunken treasure of anomalies, destroyed evidence, buried records (and glaring errors and omissions in official ones), redacted language, and slowly dissolving witness accounts amid multiple sea-changes in the narrative.

The submerged school bus with its memorial plaque seems an apt and ironic symbol for the Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre investigation and its political outcome. I will leave you to ponder it, alongside this famous verse, “Ariel’s Song,” from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest, I.ii. 482-90:

“Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.”

 

Footnotes

1) I would argue that God has given us a galleon of mysteries to ponder, beginning with the Incarnation and Resurrection. The dance of the grebe, the migratory pattern of the hummingbird, the spiral staircase of identity contained in our genes, numerical constants and patterns, the diatonic scale – these are real mysteries, too. We don’t need the manufactured, self-destructive ones of modern “magi,” the intelligence agencies, the political class, the banking conglomerates and the presiding principalities. And while a good mystery novel can be a valuable traveler’s companion, “Who am I?” is still the greatest mystery of all.

(2)”Brave new world”: References to Shakespeare’s The Tempest, in which that phrase was first coined, are scattered throughout Fowles’s novel. The phrase became the title of another book by Aldous Huxley that describes almost to a hair the kind of world we’ve come to accept as normal and “real.” But, of course, it is neither.

(3) Ecclesiastes, 1:17-18