The Rescue of Elizabeth Short
A.K.A. The Black Dahlia, p.2
So, one Saturday, Michael started our channeling session, shortly after he had been reading "Black Dahlia Avenger". He left the book sitting next to him, on the table, while he sat in our rocking chair to start the process of "going under".
Things were going smoothly, for awhile, but then suddenly Michael started becoming very distressed, while in his trance state. He writhed and moaned, and I became very concerned. "What is going on?" I asked, urgently. He seemed about to cry out, when he suddenly shook himself awake. He was glassy-eyed and breathing heavily. I asked him again, what was going on, and he breathed " I think I was just in touch with Elizabeth Short!!"
I was amazed. "Get out," I said "REALLY?"
Michael shook his head in sad horror, somewhat choked-up. "She is in a VERY bad place!" he told me! "She is in horrible torment, reliving her murder, over and over and over again! She is totally insane!" This news appalled me, but I knew that at least SOME small part of Beth was lucid enough to call out to Michael. Then I noticed that Steve Hodel's book was right next to Michael, and I said "It's the book! Let's move it!" Before we could do this, however, Isabelle, Michael's primary guide, came through rather unexpectedly, and spoke to us through Michael, but while he was still fully awake. She told us that both Michael and I had a connection to Beth Short, and it was given to us to finally rescue her.
We had just finished doing a mass rescue of poor whites and blacks who had been killed in a tornado, in Tupelo, MS, in 1936. The spell had been successful, but I was still a tad tired from doing it, even though I had let my friends and students, Val , Cindy, Craig , and Connie, do most of the work. Donna (Lady Reigna) participated, too, but she was not a student. She is already a seasoned Wiccan. Anyway, I was tired, and thinking "Not another one SO SOON!" But Isabelle told us that it was not yet time to rescue Beth. Good. there was time to recover! Isabelle reassured me that they would never give us too much to handle. Boy, was I glad of that!
My guide, Joe, DID mention the idea of Michael and I going to West Laurel Hill Cemetery, to do the rescue. We were thinking that Michael would have to channel Elizabeth Short through him, and that there would be a lot of screaming. So, we waited for the time to be right.
So, it came to be that nearly every Saturday, Beth would try to come through Michael, and he would expel her, as the strain was still too much on him.
Meanwhile, I found a site of the Black Dahlia, and began to look at the grizzly pictures and read about the crime. Michael went there, as well, and was horrified by the post-mortem photos. The site itself was a tad cheesy, I thought, and the opinions and statements of the WebMistress, I thought, were typically based in the usual conceptions, regarding the crime. Apparently the opinions of Janice Knowlton were sought, however, Ms. Knowlton eventually wanted nothing to do with the site, because of "thrill and curiosity seekers", nor did she want anything to do with the author of "Severed", John Gilmore. The WebMistress seemed offended at Ms. K's use of the term "curiosity seekers". This attitude, from Janice, I could understand. She had lived to live with the horror of then having to be trapped in the household of a psychotic murderer and child molester! At any rate, I noticed that the site, itself, had not been updated since 1998 or 1999.
Shortly after viewing this site, a few times, I began to re-read Janice Knowlton's "Daddy Was the Black Dahlia Killer". I had read it in its entirety, years before, and it was riveting. This time, however, I was relating much more closely to the reality of the situation, in which Janice lived. It was an unending nightmare, and I only made it through about 3/4ths of the book. I was already convinced that her father had done the deed on Ms. Short, and so many others. It was appalling beyond description!
I even found Janice's e-mail address and praised her for the book. She was very pleased, and told me that my pep talk had given her courage to go speak to a Senior Citizen group about her ordeal. I asked her to tell me how it went, but she never responded. I didn't mind. Maybe she never did her talk, after all. It would seem that many Seniors would not be open to the concepts of Recovered Memory, let alone getting therapy. It may well have been a tough room, I thought, as they say in the comedy biz..
It was not long after this, however, that Betty tried to come through Michael, and she was lucid enough, this time, to plead for SOME kind of encouragement, to keep her hanging on. We promised her that it would not be long, to not be afraid, that we would save her. This seemed to suffice, and sure enough, a few weeks later, she came though again, stronger than ever. Michael still could not deal with the force of her anguish, and Isabelle told us to give her more reassuring words.
I told Betty that it was alright, that she did NOT deserve her fate, and that she is better than the man who killed her. I told her that she was strong, and to work on getting herself out of her fugue-state. Her ordeal was OVER! This seemed to work, and Beth withdrew, however, suddenly Michael was seized by another, VERY strong, insistent, and desperate presence. He fought to keep the presence away, out of fear, but then he asked Isabelle, whether he should let this spirit in, or not.
She merely told him, "It's up to you!" Michael said "Oh Great!!!" Then he said, in a distressed tone, regarding ALL that we were experiencing "WHY ME????" I cut in and said "Why NOT you???" He accepted my reasoning, then he asked me what he should do about this overwhelming presence! I said, sensing no real danger, "What the hell, go for it!" He relaxed and suddenly I was speaking to a very distressed, tough-sounding guy.
"I am one of the lead detectives in the Black Dahlia murder!" He told me.
I asked him his name, and he said "I'm not gonna tell ya."
I asked "Why not?" and he proceeded to tell me that he was too ashamed to let me know who he was. He said that he was able to see Beth Short writhing in agony, reliving the circumstances of her death, over and over again. He said.
"You're gonna laugh, but this is killin' me!" he said. Despite myself, I DID laugh, and asked why he was so ashamed.
He told me that the whole force knew who murdered Beth Short, but they covered it up.
I said "It was George Knowlton, wasn't it???"
He said, without actually saying "yes", that I was correct.
He started moaning about what jerks they (the LAPD) all were, and how they thought they were such hot stuff, but they weren't protecting the public at all! This man inside Michael was totally inconsolable. I asked him why they covered up Beth Short's murder, and the man told me that George was "brother" in some exclusive organizations, to which other policemen belonged. At first, I thought this man was caught up in following orders, and did not expose George Knowlton, for fear of getting wacked by his fellow police officers. He also told me how he, in life, gleefully executed the "Third Degree" on suspects, on a regular basis, a term coined by a 19th century NYC cop, which means literally beating a confession out of a "suspect" with rubber hoses, brass knuckles.....whatever did the job.
I said "Anyone would confess to anything, under those circumstances!" He said that he knows this NOW, but when he was alive, he and his compadres all thought they were "taking care of business" (of course while covering up for a REAL murderer).
He continued moaning and berating himself, and I said that Michael and I were going to rescue Betty. I offered him the opportunity to redeem himself, by helping her pass over, when we finally did the deed. He immediately brightened and said "REALLY??? You would let me do this?"
I said "Sure, why not. You are sorry for the things you did, you can help us save her."
He then said "Promise to call me, when you do it! Please!" I promised, and he said "Please don't forget!
I reassured him, again, and he was gone.
I reassured him, again, and he was gone.
Channeling was over, for the day, because both Michael and I were exhausted. We made dinner and ate like two people who had run a marathon. We watched a video tape, and during a muted commercial, I saw a portal open and close really quickly.
It looked like the vertical version of someone throwing a pebble into a pond, water shimmering and rippling out in a widening circle...only, these ripples were the ripples of the space around us. The ripples pulled back in on themselves again, though, closing the hole to the void. I only saw the ripples, however.....I saw no "alternate space", simply the view of the livingroom in back of the portal.
Then, white shards began to dart manically around the room. I sensed great agitation and I told Michael, that a portal had opened. He then noticed the shards and mist, too, darting about frantically. We asked who had just arrived. The answer we received, almost immediately, was that it was none other than Elizabeth Short. So much for West Laurel Hill Cemetery, I thought.
We stopped the video tape, and we stopped eating, to tend to Betty. We told her to not be afraid, that everything would be okay, and we would help her. She seemed to think she was still split in two, and I said, no, that is only your physical body. Then she said to me "Tell Janice I am sorry!" I really sat up, when she said that......proof (to me, anyway), that Janice Knowlton knew the whole story, after all......not that I doubted it. But the validation was important to me. Then I remembered to call our detective friend, and another portal opened, before I was even finished talking to him. It was like he was waiting in the wings.
Betty was afraid of this man, and afraid, in general, and I told her she needed to express her rage to its full extent. Suddenly, we realized that Betty and the detective were talking to each other, and so Michael and I stayed silent, reaching out with our minds. He told her her who he was and what he had done.
All at once she flew into a murderous rage and began beating on him, unmercifully. He took it all without fighting back. After Beth had exhausted herself, she stopped, and was a little stronger. The detective hugged her and she hugged him back.
They ended up in the back room, ready to cross over, but both of them were very dazed and tired. Michael finally had to walk back to them and lead them through the living room to the Light portal. While Michael stood there talking to them, John bathed the entire back room in a gorgeous blue haze. He later told me that he was trying to demonstrate to me the utter reality of what was happening (since I have my skeptical side).
Both the detective and Betty meekly followed Michael to the Light, and they walked through it to the Other Side. Mission accomplished! Betty was amazed at what she encountered. The detective collapsed on the ground with relief. We felt elated, but then I felt a sudden bereft feeling. I asked our Friends if Betty and the detective would come back to us, and whether I would ever know the detective's name.
The consensus was unanimous: That Michael and I were connected to these people, and that they WOULD be back. Also, I was told, I would learn the detective's name, within the week. We went back to dinner and our TV viewing, feeling a tad gah-gah. I was glad they would be back, though.
