Judyth's "Boring Life"
John McAdams
newsgroup, it looks worth another look:
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Subject: My boring life, Lifton says, must have needed something, so i
invented 1963.....
Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2000 21:03:11 EDT
From: Elect...@aol.com
To: [redacted]
CC: [redacted]
Stop inventing a story to make your past more interesting than it actually
was.
(aboive line copied from David Lifton's latest newsgroup email about me)
===This is a background about my "boring" life, just for the record.
A little compressed, leaving a lot out, but it would take all night
otherwise.
Odd that David Lifton should say I'm trying to zapp up my
past..........not that i notice much response anymore to what he is
saying.
Still, he knows so little about me He thinks I am trying to generate some
excitement to make up for my appartently boring past. Here are only a few
highlights (I leave out eating at Napoleon's favorite inn in Bordeaux,
translating ancient Egyptian from papyri found on mummies, and making a
telephone call that caused an armed man to be captured who threatened
Reagan's life at an airport, and lots of other stuff that will bore you to
tears...but....for your entertainment: ).
Just beginning in 1966, when helped found the zoo in Austin, Texas, and
Willa Gibbs befriended me, wrote my first novel. This exciting lady had
lived alone in Arabia (later inspiring me to backpack alone across Israel)
and wrote several best-seller books such as the Twelfth Physician, Tell
Your Sons, and Seed of Mischief. She got me interested in God again, and
also got me into anthropology.
At the same time, was marching for peace, writing for underground
newspapers, and got arrested by the FBI in a raid for writing subversive
material, against the vietnam war, but we were all let go (my family knows
about this from day One).....marched and supported Cesar Chavez sometime
in the next few years, too....one of my anti-war friends was shot and
thrown into a freezer. It was Texas, after all.
Spent the summer of 1967 in Saltillo, Mexico, where painted the mountains
and wrote the novel 6 Foot 7 (about Hemming and Lee and betrayal and all
that, but that's a no-no to bring up, sorry...)( it was therapy.) Had
wonderful adventures there, enough to write a book (might sometime)
In 1968 had a baby. Ended up having five babies, being a newspaper
reporter, getting a degree in anthropology, getting my back reconstructed
and learning to walk again, living in interesting places, excavating
archeological and fossil sites, entering into secret (now banned) blood
rites in Mormon temples, working on the skull of Wanda (a pliocene whale)
at the Museum of Science and Industry in Tampa before hundreds of
onlookers, and of course living in Norway, where was also a newspaper
reporter.
in 1969, had joined the Mormon Church along with husband to start my life
over. Rose through Mormon ranks and met most of its leaders--very hard to
do---and got inside the machinery of that religion, being a state and
regional official in different areas of function, including publicity and
achiving historian. What i wrote became the final version of the church's
history of its members and its official activities in a wide section of
Texas. Can i recount historical events accurately? Mormon Apostles, Stake
Presidents and Bishops thought so.
Had hundreds of friends, maybe a thousand friends. Now think of it as
penetrating to the very heart of LDS secrets as a Temple Mormon, who later
exposed Mormonism's controlling patriarchy,narrow-mindedness and fakery to
the world here and overseas: I proved the falsehood of certain documents,
at the same time receiving death threats--and people were bombed and
killed at this same time in Utah over such documents.
In between, served on Bicentennial Commission in Stafford, Texas, and
designed the city's bicentennial memorial garden there for that event.
Also got my name on the monument there, for civic service, as an honest
newspaper reporter: That's how was appointed to the Commission in the
first place.
My kids were voted most popular, played with state champion-to-be football
team, and were valedictorians, their blushing single mother so thrilled.
I served in Bradenton as tutor, counselor to women, a state-trained child
abuse investigator, and made some rescues of children that could be made
into a movie, including a shotgun shoved against my chest, etc. .
Previously, I'd rescued, and caused to be rescued, dozens of starving
pregnant mares and got new laws passed in state of Texas against animal
abuse...and founded FBC Humane Society.
Got mafia bordellos raided, making them very mad at me, about the same
time......and on the side, interviewed Don Hull, former FBI, at now-Sugar
land airport, where Dave Ferrie had a plane waiting to try to get special
somebodies to Laredo, in November 1963, but oh, i am not to mentiuon that,
either....sorry...
Interviewed the Sugar Land state prison's head warden, too, who was slain
shortly afterward by a rebellion only days later. Had interviewed some of
the prisoners who murdered him. Uncovered mafia headquarters in Houston
region and my son was there with me. owned my own art studio and designed
cards for Neiman-Marcus, Sakowitz, Foley's and Houston Heritage Society.
Sold art prints that went worldwide, and created artwork for ARCO and
other big oil companies.
Wrote roadshows for teenagers to perform in and directed teen roadshows in
Texas area. Wrote music for roadshows. Was manager of two political
campaigns, one won (County Commissioner) , the other (State
Representative) came in second in field of eight.. Since then got a
master's at UCF, created a new dog breed, ----and reopened the old wounds
of my past.
Have painted portraits of racehorses for millionaires and advised surgeons
in New York hospitals how to stop abdoiminal adhesions from forming. made
mice get cancer from cigarettes in record time and received national
attention and support for those efforts. Was kidnapped while trying to
become a nun, by my own Catholic parents. They took my roommate's clothes
by mistake in their haste--size DD bras, etc. She, i suppose, had to make
do with mine.......
Traveled to so many places I've lost track. Just like Lee, ironically, I
lectured men of the cloth --but they were monks in California---and just
like Lee-- again ironically--- had to learn Russian. Met so many people
from so many cultures. Even designed Norwegian sweaters for a factory in
Stavanger, found a viking ship site there, and a Norwegian stone ship
grave.
In Oslo in 1986 I attended Elie Weisel's (sp?) Nobel peace prize
ceremonies, for the newspaper The Saga. So many wonderful people there!
When i asked for excommunication from the LDS church, eighteen friends
accompanied me as witnesses: only the truth could be written down at the
church high council's court.
And there was a dramatic flight a year after, from Norway, that Josiah
could tell you about, as Mormons tried to stop me from leaving Robert. The
control he had over me was enormous, and all the protestant friends who
had been with me through the excommunication thronged the airport there,
to make sure the Mormons --there were at least fifteen or twenty of them
there--- couldn't stop me from boarding the plane. They tried.. Josiah
will tell you it was one group pressing against the other. But I got on
the shuttle to London, the Mormons running to buy tickets so they could
stop me in London. No more room on that shuttle, so I went into the air,
leaving them all behind. They vowed to come after me as i waited for my
flight to New York, but a storm arose, and the next shuttles were
canceled.
IMade my way with Jim and Sarah to Florida. And finally got two more of
the five children. Robert very bitter, sued us five or six times, but at
least was free. My Mormon family had done such things as buried my contact
lenses and destroyed my clothing so i could not go to a different (they
saw it as evil and radical) church. It was really rough at the time, the
control that was over me by Robert. I have sent some of you his "I am your
lord and master" "revelation" from God. There were many such edicts from
the Lord to the Servant.
He had been directing every little detail, as you know, down to writing
letters to me listing every single thing I could spend, and how, and what
i could or could not do. . I rebounded into fundamental christian
churches, and became sought as a speaker on radio and television and
elsewhere against Mormonism. All under fake names, because of my past,
culminating in 1963.
I've invented a new process for getting magnesium out of seawater, created
new uses for organic limolenes that take the place of phosphate-based
cleaning compounds, and wrote a three act play with original music with a
co-author, that was presented to celebrate the sesquicentennial of the
Mormon Church. Helped write lessons to improve the spiritual, cultural
and emotional levels of women in the church. Helped design LDS social
services publicity events, and LDS commercials and convention/fair booths.
Also broke up a witch's coven and uncovered its head warlock. Sent police
and a Mormon bishop to rescue, I am not kidding, a crippled virgin from
their midst, Judy Devries, who was going to be burned alive in a telephone
booth. . My family will verify this, too. Happened on Hazard St. near the
Diablo Club in Houston.
I'd like to finish excavating the Stelly Mound complex here---(older than
Poverty Point) and would be possibly the oldest in Americas, if we can get
it radiocarbon dated again. Had the excavation begun three years ago and
need to return to it.
I want to ride horses, breed those American Cream dogs, go back to Norway
and Egypt and do more archeology, work in cancer research again, and of
course, i love teaching drama and poetry at university here, as well as
English composition.
To end this long email, have attached a sample of writing one of my
students expects me to read. Every single word is numbered--she didn't
want to write one syllable past her 500 words! I don't think anybody would
believe me if i tried to describe this writing, so you just look and judge
for yourself this great challenge before me of interpreting it!
I have wonderful friends. One only 39, a petroleum engineer who has been
so much more than a friend. IHave always felt loved by many dear people,
but also have chronic pain--and chronic other pains, such as Mr. Lifton.
Could have taken the matters of 1963 to my grave. But made the commitment
after being pinned to the wall, so to speak, by Martin, and there i stand.
get a life, Lifton advises.
if he only knew.
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-j-
The Kennedy Assassination Home Page
http://mcadams.posc.mu.edu/home.htm
Martin Shackelford
Anything other than your theories of dog breeding? Of course, you have
no evidence of that, so innuendo is the best you can do. How tired is
that, John? Maybe you're just jealous.
Martin
John McAdams
McAdams) wrote:
>This has been posted before, but since Judyth has come up again on the
>newsgroup, it looks worth another look:
>
Perhaps the most obvious thing about this is that she was supposedly
doing all this great stuff while she was (according to "Deadly
Alliance") "in hiding."
I thought the Mafia was trying to knock her off because of her
participation in the events of 1963?
But she's still going around getting "in their face!"
>about the same
>time......and on the side, interviewed Don Hull, former FBI, at now-Sugar
>land airport, where Dave Ferrie had a plane waiting to try to get special
>somebodies to Laredo, in November 1963, but oh, i am not to mentiuon that,
>either....sorry...
>
>Interviewed the Sugar Land state prison's head warden, too, who was slain
>shortly afterward by a rebellion only days later. Had interviewed some of
>the prisoners who murdered him. Uncovered mafia headquarters in Houston
>region and my son was there with me. owned my own art studio and designed
>cards for Neiman-Marcus, Sakowitz, Foley's and Houston Heritage Society.
>Sold art prints that went worldwide, and created artwork for ARCO and
>other big oil companies.
>
>Wrote roadshows for teenagers to perform in and directed teen roadshows in
>Texas area. Wrote music for roadshows. Was manager of two political
>campaigns, one won (County Commissioner) , the other (State
>Representative) came in second in field of eight.. Since then got a
>master's at UCF, created a new dog breed, ----and reopened the old wounds
>of my past.
>
>Have painted portraits of racehorses for millionaires and advised surgeons
>in New York hospitals how to stop abdoiminal adhesions from forming.
!!!
All under fake names??!!
I though she was Judyth Baker all this time?
>I've invented a new process for getting magnesium out of seawater, created
>new uses for organic limolenes that take the place of phosphate-based
>cleaning compounds, and wrote a three act play with original music with a
>co-author, that was presented to celebrate the sesquicentennial of the
>Mormon Church. Helped write lessons to improve the spiritual, cultural
>and emotional levels of women in the church. Helped design LDS social
>services publicity events, and LDS commercials and convention/fair booths.
>
>Also broke up a witch's coven and uncovered its head warlock. Sent police
>and a Mormon bishop to rescue, I am not kidding, a crippled virgin from
>their midst, Judy Devries, who was going to be burned alive in a telephone
>booth. . My family will verify this, too. Happened on Hazard St. near the
>Diablo Club in Houston.
!!!???
>
>I'd like to finish excavating the Stelly Mound complex here---(older than
>Poverty Point) and would be possibly the oldest in Americas, if we can get
>it radiocarbon dated again. Had the excavation begun three years ago and
>need to return to it.
>
>I want to ride horses, breed those American Cream dogs, go back to Norway
>and Egypt and do more archeology, work in cancer research again, and of
>course, i love teaching drama and poetry at university here, as well as
>English composition.
>
>To end this long email, have attached a sample of writing one of my
>students expects me to read. Every single word is numbered--she didn't
>want to write one syllable past her 500 words! I don't think anybody would
>believe me if i tried to describe this writing, so you just look and judge
>for yourself this great challenge before me of interpreting it!
>
>I have wonderful friends. One only 39, a petroleum engineer who has been
>so much more than a friend. IHave always felt loved by many dear people,
>but also have chronic pain--and chronic other pains, such as Mr. Lifton.
>
>Could have taken the matters of 1963 to my grave. But made the commitment
>after being pinned to the wall, so to speak, by Martin, and there i stand.
>
>get a life, Lifton advises.
>
>if he only knew.
>[Unable to display image]
>-j-
>
>
>
>The Kennedy Assassination Home Page
>http://mcadams.posc.mu.edu/home.htm
>
--
John McAdams
<msh...@concentric.net> wrote:
>I assume you're implying, as usual, that some of this isn't true.
>Anything other than your theories of dog breeding? Of course, you have
>no evidence of that, so innuendo is the best you can do. How tired is
>that, John? Maybe you're just jealous.
>
Doesn't the "witches coven" thing and the virgin who was going to be
burned alive in a phone booth sound a little odd to you, Martin?
But this reminds me of the famous college entrance essay. Readers
might want to judge which is more far-fetched.
> 3A. ESSAY: IN ORDER FOR THE ADMISSIONS STAFF OF OUR COLLEGE TO GET TO KNOW
> YOU, THE APPLICANT, BETTER, WE ASK THAT YOU ANSWER THE FOLLOWING
> QUESTION: ARE THERE ANY SIGNIFICANT EXPERIENCES YOU HAVE HAD, OR
> ACCOMPLISHMENTS YOU HAVE REALIZED, THAT HAVE HELPED TO DEFINE YOU
> AS A PERSON?
>
> I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have
> been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more
> efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban
> refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
> Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
>
> I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot
> bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute
> Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and
> an outlaw in Peru.
>
> Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended
> a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I
> play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of
> numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in
> my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair
> electrical appliances free of charge.
>
> I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics
> worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't
> perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller
> number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey
> with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral
> arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children
> trust me.
>
> I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I
> once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and
> still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the
> exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed
> several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep,
> I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated
> with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of
> physics do not apply to me.
>
> I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On
> weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago
> I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made
> extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I
> breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving
> competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played
> Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
>
> But I have not yet gone to college.
>
Now, what Judyth wrote:
--
Martin Shackelford
Martin