Wednesday, April 3, 2013
The Oswald Avatar
Avatar |ˈavəˌtär| noun
Computing an icon or figure representing a particular person in computer games, Internet forums, etc.; an incarnation, embodiment, or manifestation of a person or idea.
For some time now I have been noticing a lot of strange things going on in the JFK case. While the event has its share of coincidences, anomalies, and synchronicities, there are some very peculiar things going on that require further investigation. Some of these things are near paranormal in strangeness. While Lee Oswald will always be a bit of an enigma, with his mysterious ways, desiring to be called "Lee" to one group of friends and "Harvey" to another, he drifts in and out of various locales with such ease as if he's a ghost looking for an empty house to dwell in. There are dozens of witnesses to testify to this. He has an ability to be in two places at once, either by sight or by scribbles in obscure documents.
Maybe the current scientific model for reality is flawed, or maybe we are just being played by a very devious and clever Intelligence establishment. There are a lot of strange things going on here that are hard to catalog or make sense of. There are of course, rational explanations for many of these events but some are so peculiar it's as if a prankster has been set loose to toy with our senses.
November 20, 1963
Just two days before the association of John F. Kennedy, there was a flurry of activity. Some of it quite odd. The first incident is Oswald in the Dobbs House Restaurant having a nasty fit because his eggs were not cooked right. In attendance was officer J. D. Tippet, who Oswald allegedly murders two days later. There are lots of theories as to why Tippet was there but the real clincher here is that Oswald's work records indicate he never took any time off that morning (a pattern to be repeated constantly). He was supposed to be filling book orders by 10:30 AM, not having a mid-morning breakfast and yelling at waitresses. This has never been resolved other than to use the incident as evidence of Oswald being impersonated, besides having a personality of a jerk.
The scene shifts later in the day when Ralph Yates picks up a hitchhiker carrying a long package. When the young man enters his truck, he says the package is a set of curtain rods. In a few days Lee Oswald will do the same thing, carry a package, about 4 feet long, and will tell coworker Wesley Fraser that the contents are curtain rods. As Yates drives across downtown Dallas with his passenger the hitchhiker asks Yates if a sniper could shoot someone, such as the President, from one of the tall buildings. Yates thinks so and says one must need a rifle with scope. "Like this one?" the hitchhiker asks as he whips out a picture of man holding a rifle (no scope) with a pistol on his hip. Yates will tell FBI agents that the man in the picture resembled the hitchhiker (but apparently not Oswald). The young man will ask if the parade route has been changed and Yates will tell him it hasn't. Yates will drop the young man off with his package in hand at a stop light on Elm street, the same street where the assassination will take place. Yates watches him walk north to Houston street, which will be the main parade route.
This is quite a story! It plays out like precognitive dream. This hitchhiker character is foreshadowing the actual event. He mimics Oswald's curtain rod story, complete with a backyard style photo of himself holding a rifle and a holstered handgun, such as Oswald has already done, to be revealed to the world later on the cover of Life magazine. He brings up the subject of assassination of the President and inquires about the parade route changes. He is then dropped off on a street that the President will be assassinated on. He is not Oswald. He doesn't resemble him and besides, he is asking about things Oswald would already know. The hitchhiker is a living Avatar for a day that lies in the near future. Or maybe he's not living at all–at least not in the sense that we are.
Since I've never ran an assassination operation, or any clandestine business before I have no idea if this is normal operating procedure or not. To put someone in play such as this, mimicking the real shooter, or patsy, by use of a misdirection ploy would be clever if not mysterious. What are the odds that it will accomplish anything? Perhaps it was only meant to confuse. No law enforcement investigator ever bit on Yates' story. And besides, it's too peculiar anyway.
Are there other patterns of this? Yes there are. The so-called Chicago plot where months earlier, Kennedy's motorcade was scheduled to pass through a high-rise section of Chicago until a disgruntled ex-Marine was arrested and found to have a large batch of firearms in the trunk of his car. The former Marine, Thomas Vallee, had a job in a warehouse on the parade route, which featured a 90 degree turn just like the one on Elm street in Dallas. No charges were ever filed and he was let go. However, Kennedy's trip there was canceled. Like Oswald, he never went around making threats against the President's life and of course, fit the description of a loner. (Talbot, p. 242)
Thomas Vallee then, becomes another typecast Oswald figure, another synchronicity in a long line of them.
Stanley, North Dakota
The North Dakota story is probably one of the weirdest associated with Lee Oswald. I documented it in an earlier post, And Then Harvey Rode Into The Trailer Park. It has many creepy elements to it and is thoroughly documented by John Armstrong in his book, Harvey and Lee.
The basic story is that in the summer of 1953 in the oil boom town of Stanley, North Dakota, William Timmer and neighborhood pals met up with a scruffy kid from New York named Harvey Oswald. The lad told tall tales of street gangs and razor fights. Naturally they were all impressed with him. He was peculiar in ways, showing off Marxist literature and seemed to have an aversion to being seen by adults and would promptly scoot off on his junky bike when encountering them.
At one point that summer, this Harvey character expressed to Timmer that he planned on killing the president of the United States one day. Timmer later told his mother about this and she told him never to be around this boy again. After that summer, Timmer never saw Harvey Oswald again, until years later, when he saw him in the news arrested for the death of a President and police officer.
This Oswald is another archetype. Another Oswald at the wrong place and at the wrong time because under the official account he was living with his mother in New York city in the summer of 1953. His mother's employment records from the Lady Orva Hosiery store show her working there that summer. Besides, it is curious as to why they would even be in North Dakota to begin with as there are no connections for them there–no family or employment opportunities.
The image of a teenage Oswald forecasting his future mission to be an assassin, as if he is predestined and looking forward to it, adds a certain creepiness to the story. Why would any kid, or for that matter, any person have this as a future goal in life? It's as if we are being visited with a meme. He's the Oswald we are supposed to be acquainted with. The unlikeable outsider, one with peculiar habits, a social misfit with delusions of grandeur, complete with commie handbills.
And to add more fat to the fire, Lee Oswald, after he defects to the Soviet Union gives a series of interviews. He gave one to Aline Mosby, of UPI, who wrote about his time in North Dakota. The article was widely circulated on the wire services. But he wasn't supposed to be there! This discrepancy was dealt with by the Warren Commission by publishing her typewritten notes which listed New Orleans for this time period (CE 1385). However, her handwritten notes she has "N. Dakota" jotted down. Mosby's untyped notes were hidden for years and finally released by the FBI in a document dump in 1978. (Armstrong, p. 270)
There is a real predicament here with William Timmer's story. He's not the only witness, so was his mother. And she wrote a letter to none other than LBJ documenting their Oswald encounter in 1953. It was filed away like a lot of things are. Unfortunately, his school chums are untraceable, if any are still living to back up the story. But the story is out there hanging heavy. It could be real or part of somebody's imagination.
The Fair Haired Boy
Under the official dogma Lee Oswald was not supposed to drive a car. He supposedly didn't know how and Ruth Paine told the Warren commission she was giving him lessons a week before the assassination. However, Oswald was seen driving a car numerous times. He was driving a car to the Sports Dome firing range practically every time he went there. And, he was seen driving a car to his many visits to the Shasteen barbershop in Irving, Texas.
In one of the more unexpected stories involving Oswald, he was seen on his last trip to Shasteen's accompanied by a blonde, teenage boy (Armstrong, p.757). Cliff Shasteen saw them coming in but didn't stay as he was leaving to watch a local football game. Later he was told by one of the barbers that Oswald had inquired about him and where he was going. A little too nosey.
The teenage boy is an odd one. Nobody saw him before and it's unknown why he accompanied Oswald in the first place. Oswald was never known to associate with other people's children. The boy visits the barbershop one last time, alone, and then vanishes from the scene (pg. 778). It should be noted that during his last visit, the boy speaks up about current events and lays down his thoughts for the ills of world and that would be capitalist greed. When asked where he came up with the line of reasoning, he has no response. Another budding marxist here? After all, Lee is supposed to have started his marxist interests as a young teen as well. Or just another synchronicity?
For whatever reason a motif is set in action. It’s not something that only pertains to the assassination of JFK. One can see many of these archetypes appearing around other events both normal and paranormal. Like many things surrounding the Kennedy assassination, we will never know for sure.
And Then Harvey Rode Into The Trailer Park
Talbot, David, Brothers, p. 242
Armstrong, John, Harvey and Lee, pps. 270, 757, 778