Some (alright, a lot of) assorted thoughts about all of this at this point:
I think what's really sad about this whole Beatles thing is that years ago, before I got into this, there was a real passion among a lot of people to actually solve a mystery. Most of that seems like it's gone now. Apollo is gone, Iamaphoney didn't deliver on the RevelAtion, most of the sharpest posters and bloggers have gone away, etc... and there's a profound sense, at least to me, that there may actually be more of a vested interest in
not solving the mystery than in solving it.
I mean, it should be fairly obvious by now that MPL wants this pursuit to exist, but solving the problem is a different story. And if the people that supposedly are pursuing the answer are in fact keeping it from the light to keep certain folks happy while the loonies stay on the trail, well what is that going to do to the spirits of everyone that is legitimately going after this?
I think exactly what it has done, made half of NIR and almost all of TKIN quit and walk away. There's still good people there, but is anyone trying anymore?
I've only been going after this for about 6 years; I wasn't around for the heyday of the recent exploration, I have gone back and read and watched it though. I already had the "922" idea fully formed for other reasons and was getting back into JFK because I happen to have a somewhat unique perspective on certain aspects of the case based on where I used to work and who I used to work with and was having some healthy, productive conversations with serious JFK researchers but the idea that there may have been a 922 supernatural component to JFK started to take hold with me; it seemed to me as if there were a number of things that everyone automatically assigned to an agency by default that could in fact have been divine "coincidence", which to my way of thinking wouldn't have been a coincidence at all.
About that time, a guy wrote me an e-mail on my Rock based YouTube channel, since shut down with 3 strikes, that accused me basically of being evil for having all these videos up and don't you realize Rock and Roll is of the devil and so forth. Well this was a battle I'd already had as a teenager and in fact
Leaving Home to listen to what I wanted to listen to was part of my past and a pretty profound part of my life. Because I'd seen people like
John Todd lying, watched "Holy Spirit" filled Christians lifting their hands and speaking their tongues and hallelujahs at the precise moment they were being lied to, no one busting him on the lies, at least not in real time, and then saw parents nonetheless follow their direction and ban rock and roll in their homes. (and yeah, all this led to the PMRC in the 80's)
So, been there done that, I stewed about this for a day and finally wrote this guy back and told him that I felt his concerns about music were absurd, this was mostly just marketing, but that if he truly felt like pursuing a conspiracy related to music he should look into the early deaths of Elvis, John Lennon and John Bonham in a 3 year span, which immortalized for all time the greatest artists of the 50's, 60's and 70's.
I sent the e-mail and 10 minutes later, Michael Jackson, arguably the biggest artist of the 80's, went into cardiac arrest and instantaneously resurrected his legacy (remember Perez Hilton mocking the initial report?).
Now, I can get fairly arrogant and it served me well in my career, I'm not arrogant enough to think I can send an e-mail and somehow
cause Michael Jackson's heart to stop. But in terms of Rock and Roll and the supernatural, I was instantly hooked that I must not understand something very well and maybe the lies of fake Christians from years back served to obscure something rather than spotlight it. I stewed and stewed about what happened to Michael Jackson and then it hit me, I was seeing this backwards. I didn't cause something, something out there already knew what was going to happen and baited me into a perfectly timed response. I had been played.
Well at this point I almost walked away from any notion of 922 or the supernatural because it just isn't logical to think there are spirits out there that know who's going to die and when and tempt people with their foreknowledge. But then I thought about Job, and how Satan had to know what was going to happen to his family before it happened because he had permission to cause it. So yeah, it wasn't impossible after all...
So I decided to go back to that e-mail and look at the people I had spotlighted, and in all honesty I had never really thought about what I'd written before that day. I did some research on Elvis, found a few interesting things. Then I looked at John Bonham and Led Zeppelin, found a few more interesting things but not really as much as I had expected to find. Then reluctantly, because I had always had kind of a soft-spot for the Beatles going back to being a little kid, I looked at John Lennon.
Holy Shit.
There it all was. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and reading. There was supernatural activity around these guys like nothing I'd ever seen. It was outright Biblical. I was stunned, how can people not know this? Then as I kept reading, I found sites like NIR, and Paul is Dead websites, and realized that oh, a lot of people do know about this. But I don't think Paul died, they're all misdirected. On purpose? Has to be. Because this is really about John! 922 was just my own private thing, I didn't talk to people about it, but here it was on display. Proof. Why had I gone through years working this out in the first place?
And then why I didn't really want to look into John Lennon to begin with started to come back to me. It was heartbreaking when Howard Cosell said
Dead on Arrival, like something inside me died too. The Beatles were never going to get back together after all. I know millions of people felt the same way. But to those of us who came of age in the eighties, you fell into one of two categories. Either you were into Romper Room and knew nothing about the sixties; or the lucky ones like me who had teenage brothers and sisters, you were into the Beatles and Beach Boys and the whole sixties scene as kids way too young to know this was a once in a forever era, and when it was over that time was never coming back again. The Beatles were just tucked away in a corner somewhere far removed from Punk or New Wave or Heavy Metal that was predominant then and it was only on December 8th 1980 that what had been lost briefly reappeared.
After that those of us in the eighties somehow evolved from being the kids on the shoulders of the older kids at the Vietnam protests to the teens mortified like Tom Cruise that you might actually have a real air battle with a real enemy someday. Maverick looked at Viper explaining how half of his crew died in Vietnam like it was completely irrelevant, "this happened to
me now and after all, this was going to get in the way of the party, man. David Lee Roth never actually kicked anyone you know..."
Collectively, we lost something along the way. Or maybe, had it tucked away in a corner somewhere.
My corner, which came back to me 40 years later while in the midst of my Beatles renaissance, was right about the point that innocence ended for me. As a birthday present when I turned 4 on October 14th 1969, my Dad and I got up bright and early and he took me to Ann Arbor to visit my brother who was a Junior at the U of M. When we got there a bunch of them were huddled around an article his buddy from GR had written about Paul McCartney and they were poring over their albums. For a 4 year old, I knew my way around the Beatles pretty well, not too sure I could've drawn Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds at that point but I could carry a Beatles conversation so my brother showed off my Beatles acumen to his friends. Then it hit him that Paul had been replaced by a guy named William and he started to give me grief about my name, and then they all joined in on it. You know, because although today I go by Will as William is my middle name, my first name is actually Paul.
So 40 years later, having tucked the event away and then having essentially replaced myself subconsciously, and having been in the room when the whole thing took off, I thought maybe I've got something to offer here. I'd like to think I do. I know some people, I'm not an insider, I can only listen to what I'm told and then make up my own mind. I'm writing a novel. Have been for 5 years now, since I became convinced that my story merged with this story for a reason. I've erased entire sections and started over. Someday it will be a real book. Its the only way I can explain how I got from
Baby You Can Drive My Car to here. It'll be fiction because it has to be. But it happened. I don't think I can prove what the Beatles intended in the late sixties, but now I feel confident enough to write it anyways. I think I know what happened, and more importantly, why it happened.