From March 1987 until March 1993, there was a cultural tsunami in the Southern Highlands and especially in Northwestern Virginia . . . unsolved murders of investigative reporters, law enforcement officers and innocent civilians . . . one-eyed phantoms running through night-time darkness . . . Satanic rituals being held in public . . . Satanic sacrifices being held in remote locations . . . mass animal killings . . . an outbreak of Ebola fever from a lab monkey facility . . . a Neo-Nazi army being trained in the Virginia and West Virginia mountains to capture the National Capitol, in case by chance, the Democrats won the 1992 election . . . a battle in the sky between two types of UFOs, seen by thousands of people . . . and finally a lethal winter hurricane in the Appalachians.
Many of these events were investigated by the FBI or US Department of Justice attorneys, but their findings were never made officially public. Instead, TV viewers thought they were watching Science Fiction on the X-Files!
by Richard L. Thornton, Architect & City Planner
And now, the rest of the story
A subscriber to The Americas Revealed from Canada wrote me after the previous article on Susan the FBI Agent. She was puzzled as how I could still have an emotional ties to a woman, who presented a false persona then suddenly ghosted me without explanation, after a 15 year relationship.
First of all, I have nothing but happy memories of our times together over a 15 year period. Not many couples can say that. However, more important is that we had shared memories of many surrealistic, horrific things that occurred in Northern Virginia. The fact that both of us had observed or been a part of these events, affirmed that they actually happened, Otherwise, one would repeatedly question that the stuff of science fiction TV were just bad dreams.
The Canadian friend also asked why I thought the woman in the white car, who parked at the edge of my property in October 2022 was Susan, when she didn’t even wave back to me.
In October 2022, detectives with the Habersham Sheriff’s Dept. and some GBI agents lied to the local FBI office and told them that I was a bisexual serial killer, who had burned a woman alive and probably had been on a murder spree for over two decades. (The burn victim had committed suicide.)
This sparked a massive federal investigation in which friends, girlfriends, college room-mates, (even Susan), etc. from high school onward were told I was a bisexual serial killer . . . until someone, perhaps Susan, higher up in the federal government, informed them that “Hey, you folks are crazy as loons, Richard is one of the few good guys in North Georgia.” For the remaining two weeks in this area, Susan DID wave and smile at me.
Actually, there has been a ongoing slaughter of innocent people in North Georgia over the past 25 years, who Neo-Nazi’s perceived as being homosexuals or sexual deviates. Many were not. They were just tourists like a professional bicyclist or two college coeds, who were wearing the wrong color clothing.
I cannot begin to describe in this timeline all of the murders in the Shenandoah Valley three decades ago, but this article will explain how the TV series, “The X-files” came about.
FBI Special Agent Cosby Morgan, an American hero
My first contact with the FBI was in Asheville, NC in 1978. On paper, I was the ideal person to plan and lead the revitalization of Downtown Asheville, NC. By the ripe old age of 28, among many things, I had designed the original path system for Peachtree City, prepared the Midtown Atlanta Urban Design Plan and most recently prepared the original Comprehensive Plan and Historic Preservation Plan for Charleston, SC. Downtown Asheville has evolved to pretty much what I designed, so I guess I was.
However, I actually was hired by City of Asheville to be a patsy. I would be encouraged to proceed with a plan that mixed historic preservation, European style plazas/parks and new construction. That is what Downtown Asheville is today. However, the brilliant powers-that-be in Asheville assumed that it would be a failure. I would be fired as being a typical out-of-town egghead. Then plans would be announced to bulldoze most of Downtown Asheville to replace it with a shopping mall.
Within a year, I realized that City Hall, the Asheville Police and the Chamber of Commerce were in the Mafia’s bed. The city’s leaders planned to use millions of dollars of U.S. taxpayers’ money to acquire and demolish their downtown. They then were going to essentially give the land to a developer, associated with the South New Jersey Mafia. Then the American taxpayer was expected to pay 80% of the cost of the new infrastructure . . . parking decks, roads, sewerage, water supply, electrical supply and natural gas.
I had been given the project plans by a Philadelphia architecture firm, who didn’t realize that I was not supposed to know about the massive project. I photographed them, rather than leaving the building with the actual plans. I then marched the photos and negative film across Pack Square to the Western North Carolina Regional Office of the FBI.
A younger agent first asked me to hand-write my complaint even though I had given them a typed letter. I thought that this was ridiculous, but later learned that they were going to analyze my handwriting. Evidently, I passed that test, because about 15 minutes later I was invited to enter the office of the Agent-In-Charge, Cosby Morgan.
Cosby Morgan grew up on the Atlantic Coast of North Carolina in Elizabeth City. After working several jobs and serving in the US Army, he was hired as a clerk by the FBI. He simultaneously obtained an accounting degree from American University and was promoted to Special Agent. His first posting was at the FBI headquarters. Later he was assigned to teach martial arts at the White House and the Department of Justice. This is when he became friends of Attorney General Robert Kennedy.
In the late 1960s, he started a dangerous assignment in San Francisco. Starting as a common laborer, Morgan worked his way up the ranks of the Longshoremen. From there he worked his way up the pecking order of the Mafia and somehow survived the ordeal. He was rewarded for his bravery by being put in charge of the Asheville-WNC office in 1976.
Throughout his career he was selected for special operations, targeting the Mafia and organized crime, kidnapping, racketeering, prostitution, bank robbery, voter fraud and various federal crimes. He was involved with several FBI operations that brought national headlines.
Meeting Cosby Morgan
Cosby smiled, and said, “How can I help you?”
I first told him that Father Justin Petulis of St. Lawrence’s Roman Catholic Basilica in Downtown Asheville was mugged on a Saturday afternoon at the Asheville Mall by a Mafia hitman from New Jersey. There were dozens of witnesses and multiple surveillance cameras. The Asheville Police did nothing and let the thug drive back to New Jersey. Is there something that the FBI can do?
Cosby said, “Yes, we can. I assumed that he had been arrested here. We already have an arrest warrant for the hit man for a similar crime in New York City.”
I then told him that 38 Asheville businesses and middle-class entrepreneurs had received Urban Development Action Grants from HUD to help them restore buildings and start businesses in the Downtown. Thirty-two had received death threats on middle-of-the-night phone calls from Mafiosi in New Jersey and New York.
It made no sense. Why would a gangster up there want to stop business activities in Asheville? How did they even get the residential phone numbers of these grant recipients? Were the calls somehow associated with secret plans to raze the Downtown and built a suburban shopping mall in its place?
Cosby stated that they had been noticing an increasingly number of visits by Mafia “captains” and accountants to Asheville and couldn’t understand why. The FBI could not get involved in local politics, but it certainly was responsible for protecting the American taxpayers from a real estate scam. I would work with Cosby for the next three years to get him the evidence that the Bureau needed to squelch federal funding for the project.
As it turned out, Asheville voters turned down a bond referendum, which would create the 20% matching funds for matching 80% federal funding. It took me several years to build up my architecture practice and new cheese creamery to the point that we could afford to move elsewhere, but I finally moved our operation to the Shenandoah Valley October 21, 1987. My wife had moved eight weeks earlier.
At sunset, my wife suggested that we eat dinner at a nearby KFC restaurant. We should leave the dogs in the house, since they just arrived in Virginia. While we were gone, the body of 17-year-old Tim Conner was dropped in the field just west of the house. He had been sacrificed about two weeks earlier then his remains was kept in a deer cooler, awaiting my arrival. This is the beginning of The Shenandoah Chronicles.
Ninja Nerds
In 1987, the Asheville and the Washington, DC X-FILEs offices of the FBI were keeping watch on a Satanic organized crime ring, based in the Asheville Area. A prominent attorney in Asheville was also a Satanic priest and illegal drug middle man. He made two trips to Washington. Both times, he rendezvoused in Downtown Washington with a previously unknown woman, who was eventually identified as my wife. Initially, that brought me into suspicion.
Cosby verified that I was a good guy. The two offices debated on whether they were allowed to warn me, based on information from a highly top-secret covert operation. They eventually decided that it was against Bureau policy to intervene on a personal level when no federal crime had been obviously committed by either of us.
The real X-files couple were a middle-aged PhD historians, who officially worked at the National Museum of American History (Smithsonian Institute), but actually were highly respected, upper tier FBI agents. They would become my friends and try to use social incentives to get me out of a dangerous situation. Organized crime was not so patient.
In early 1990, just after the house was completely restored and the state-of-the-art cheese creamery was completed, a couple in their late 20s showed up at our farm. He merely said that he had moved to Washington from Texas. He said that his girlfriend was an attorney with the US Justice Department. However, it was obvious to me that they were strangers.
The man presented to me a handwritten FAX from his father in Houston, Texas. It offered to buy our property for $75,000. I told him that the offer was a joke and that our farm was not for sale anyway. The farm with completed improvements had been recently appraised for $650,000. That is about $1.6 million today. After I turned him down, he told me that I would be sorry. That sounded like the Mafia.
Indeed, it was the Mafia. I called Cosby Morgan and gave him the name of the father in Houston. Would you believe that he was the “godfather” of the Houston Mafia? He said that the FBI could not get involved unless invited to do so by local authorities. I should call the local Sheriff’s Department.
That was not a good idea. The Sheriff of Shenandoah County was the one, who ordered that Tim Conner be killed in an occult ritual. Tim had contacted the Virginia Bureau of Investigation Drug Hotline to tell them that he had seen two deputies repeatedly selling hard drugs to his classmates. That was not a good idea, either. The VBI supplied those drugs. The profits from the illegal drug sales were divided up among law enforcement members of something called “The Brotherhood.”
Beginning in the 1960s, wealthy Virginia families from both political parties hired National Guardsmen and active-duty Army personnel to sabotage farms, infect or poison the livestock and sometimes, kill the farmers, in the path of planned Interstate Highway construction. They would buy the farms cheap, before the public knew the paths of these roads then sell them at an insane profit to the state highway department.
This evil practice began again, when the National Park Service announced plans for the Shenandoah Battlefields National Park. Our farm was designated a key property for the park. This time, either the Bush Family or political appointees of the George H. Bush tipped off wealthy Texas and Virginia Republican donors about the opportunity to make a fast buck at the behest of the National Park Service and taxpayers.
Several property owners in the Shenandoah Valley, including the famous Swiss-American psychiatrist, Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, and myself, had complained of night time vandalism attacks on their farms by black clad, one-eyed human figures. Most of the locals’ descriptions of what they saw, sounded like science fiction novels. I had been loaned military night vision goggles and radio scanning equipment by a retired Army general, living near Culpepper, VA.
The retired Army general taught me how to first lock on to the ninja nerds’ radio frequency, so I knew where they were going to attack, then photograph them with a night vision camera. Next, I photographed the one-eyed demons. They were US Army commandos wearing black ninja costumes. The “single eye” was a starlight lens on night vision googles.
Next, I set up a blind and got up before sunrise after a night time attack. Sure enough, a metallic gold Jeep Cherokee pulled into the entrance to my driveway. A US Army colonel and major, in combat fatigues got out of the Jeep to discuss why that night’s attack by rogue Army Rangers had failed. “That damn Injun goat herder is making fools of us.”
With high resolution film and a telephoto lens, I was able to obtain legible photos of the Fort Detrick decal on their bumper and Maryland license plate, plus the faces of the two rogue officers and the pins denoting their ranks.
Fort Detrick was the location of biological warfare experimentation and manufacture until 1969. It still contained facilities for experimenting defense against biological warfare. This meant that it still had facilities for growing pathogens to experiment with. It was rumored that the machinery for producing biological weapons were still there, but not being used.
In early 1990, just after the house was completely restored and the state-of-the-art cheese creamery was completed, a couple in their late 20s showed up at our farm. He merely said that he had moved to Washington from Texas. He said that his girlfriend was an attorney with the US Justice Department. However, it was obvious to me that they were strangers.
The man presented to me a handwritten FAX from his father in Houston, Texas. It offered to buy our property for $75,000. I told him that the offer was a joke and that our farm was not for sale anyway. The farm with completed improvements had been recently appraised for $650,000. That is about $1.6 million today. After I turned him down, he told me that I would be sorry. That sounded like the Mafia.
Indeed, it was the Mafia. I called Cosby Morgan and gave him the name of the father in Houston. Would you believe that he was the “godfather” of the Houston Mafia? He said that the FBI could not get involved unless invited to do so by local authorities. I should call the local Sheriff’s Department.
That was not a good idea. The Sheriff of Shenandoah County was the one, who ordered that Tim Conner be killed in an occult ritual. Tim had contacted the Virginia Bureau of Investigation Drug Hotline to tell them that he had seen two deputies repeatedly selling hard drugs to his classmates. That was not a good idea, either. The VBI supplied those drugs.
The profits from the illegal drug sales were divided up among law enforcement members of some Neo-Satanic cult called “The Brotherhood.” Their clubhouse was near Maurertown, VA. Here they sacrificed wild and domestic animals then mounted the heads on the clubhouse walls.
Extra-terrestrial mycoplasma
In the spring of 1990, a strange pathogen had showed up in several of our baby male goats after a night-time visit from ninja nerds. It caused them to die in about three days, when their teeth fell out or else they recovered completely.
The Central Virginia Department of Agriculture Laboratory in Richmond, determined that it was a hybrid, lab-grown organism, which they named “mycoplasma maloides.” It is generally very difficult to grow mycoplasma in petri dishes. This one thrived and multiplied. It spread all over the multistory building, killing and eating all other pathogenic bacteria in the labs. It was necessary to disinfect the entire building.
A year later, mycoplasma maloides contaminated much of the bulk drinking water, shipped to American military personnel involved with Desert Storm. It infected many, if not most of them. Few were ever told about their infection and thus were never administered the types of antibiotics, which kill mycoplasma.
It is easily transmitted to non-veterans via kissing or intercourse. The organism has caused a wide variety of health problems among Desert Storm veterans and their mates since then . . . including chronic fatigue, birth defects, miscarriages, lost of teeth and auto-immune diseases. The disease became known as Desert Storm Syndrome.
In the X-Files TV version of the story, extra-terrestrials created this hybrid pathogen and FBI Special Agent Fox Mulder burned the laboratory down.
Listeria bio-toxin
During the spring of 1991, the Western Regional Animal Health Laboratory in Staunton, VA began experiencing a rash of strange deaths among livestock and farm dogs. Farmers claimed to have seen one-eyed phantoms on their farm prior to hearing screams from their livestock or dogs. The animals died within a few hours. All had puncture wounds on their abdomen. A few over-sized listeria bacteria were sometimes revealed by necropsies, but not near enough to represent an infection by listeriosis. Rumors were spreading that extraterrestrials were coming at night to experiment on animals.
Dr. Pierre Lessard, DVM an internationally recognized expert on small livestock diseases at Virginia Tech, was brought into the investigation. He grew up on a goat farm in Quebec, so knew that goats were generally immune to listeria. He sent samples of the animals’ bodily fluids and the industrial size listeria bacteria to the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta, GA.
The CDC determined that the animals were being killed by injections of pure listeria biotoxin, created by a hybrid, militarized listeria organism. Such large quantities of pure biotoxin could only be created by a large, biological warfare factory. Yet, supposedly all such facilities had been closed in the United States.
The CDC immediately notified the Department of Defense. If injected into a municipal water system, the toxin was capable of wiping out the population of a city. The toxin was not affected by the chlorine mixed into drinking water.
A few months later, Lessard was fired without cause by Virginia Tech, due to political pressure from wealthy rightwing alumni. The VBI monitored his telephones and mail to make sure that he did not get hired by a university in the United States. He was forced to return to Canada the same month that Susan was transferred to Atlanta. Both Susan and several counter-insurgency agents embedded in rural western Virginia thought THAT was very, very odd.
General location of the Georgetown Hearings
A mass slaughter of news reporters
During the first six months of 1991, over 100 news reporters were murdered by professional assassins in the United States. It was largest ever killings of journalists in history. Toward the end of the period, even TV newscasters, who mentioned the murders, were themselves often killed. Still today, there is no mention of the murders in standard history texts.
This was exactly during the time of active combat in the Middle East, known as Desert Storm. The Justice Department had strict orders from the Bush Whitehouse, not to let the public know about journalists, being killed around the nation. It might affect support for the war in the Middle East.
As later portrayed in the X-files the murders were especially concentrated in the Washington Metro Area and western Virginia. Four were killed in Shenandoah County, where I lived. One of them was a Pulitzer Prize winning investigative reporter on contract with the Washington Post. He was both an architecture client and friend of mine. He was shot in the head by a sniper rifle, while sitting on his commode. The bullet was traced to a special type of rifle used by the US Army, federal law enforcement and state law enforcement.
The other three were a newspaper editor, the senior investigative reporter for the Washington Post and “rural news” reporter for USA Today. My friend was investigating the shipments of cocaine and counterfeit airplane parts from Miami that where being flown into the Basye, VA airport. The other Washington Post reporter was killed on a sidewalk in Maurertown – two miles from my farm – while asking questions about large containers of biotoxin being stored on some farms near Maurertown.
I was to report to the director of one of the departments in the FBI Building for an interview on what I knew about my friend’s activities. The FBI didn’t want locals knowing that I was in contact with them.
In the movie, “Breach,” it was stated several times that occupants of the building jockey for the right to have an office with a window. The man I had an appointment with had a window in his office. However, his office was not much bigger than a master bathroom in a house.
The department head mentioned that they were aware that I made frequent trips to visit construction sites around Winchester and weekly trips to central Washington to deliver goat cheese to restaurants. He said that honest cops in my county were willing to provide information to the FBI, but did not want to be seen at FBI offices or in the company of agents. He asked if I could take intel from a waterproof container in the back of my 55-acre farm to the FBI field office in Winchester, VA.
I made the run to the Winchester office once then found myself being tailed by unmarked white cars, belonging to the Virginia Bureau of Investigation. My handler proposed that I give the “package” to one of their female agents to ferry the rest of the way into Downtown Washington. He said that I seemed to be the only one in the Valley, who didn’t know my marriage was a farce, so we could pretend to be having an affair. That would have seemed normal and well-deserved to any acquaintance who saw us together.
Susan was the only straight female agent in Northern Virginia without a husband or boyfriend. Also, nobody wanted her on their staff or in their office. She had been dumped into a seedy part of Winchester to gather intel, but had not produced anything. So, the Bureau was probably going to soon send her off to the DOJ bureaucracy anyway.
That’s how Susan and I met. I was 17 years older than her and lived in a different world. We never would have crossed paths otherwise. By the way, Susan had no complaints about my Creek Indian looks or my age.
Teamed up together, we became a sleuthing dynamic duo. We delivered a mound of intel, critical to our national security. We also very quickly had to fake having a fake affair. On my first visit to her new townhouse, Susan proudly showed off her eight foot long, three feet wide, couch that she bought “for us to practice having an affair on.”
By late fall, the pro-Democracy faction in the Justice Dept. came up with means to bypass the Whitehouse’s order not to investigate the journalists’ deaths. They announced an investigation of the murders of teenagers and law enforcement officers in the Shenandoah Valley, especially the occult execution of Tim Conner. That would “play good” during Bush’s re-election campaign. The hearings were to be held at a secret location above a café in Georgetown. It would be off-limits to most DOJ employees.
Once the DOJ Joint Task Force on State and Local Corruption was approved as the sponsoring agency, the Pro-Democracy faction added in investigations of the murdered journalists, plus the information gathered by Susan and I on a pending plans to overthrow the government. A surprising amount of information also came from my old friend, FBI Agent-In-Charge Cosby Morgan. There were strong ties between the cults in Asheville, Northern Virginia and Northwest Georgia.
Executives from all of the major news organization and TV networks attended the hearings. I strongly suspect that the Vice President of “USA Today” was the one, who carted the depositions to Hollywood, but don’t know for sure. At any rate, by mid-1992, filming was secretly underway on the X-files. The locations of the plots were Northern Virginia, the Shenandoah Valley and West Virginia, but the first year filming was actually done in Vancouver, British Columbia, so as to avoid sabotage by the “Bad Guys.” The filming moved to California after Bill Clinton was elected, but outdoor background scenes were filmed in Northern Virginia.
When finished, the thousands of pages of testimony from the hearings were bound into soft-cover books. Copies were given to the Counter-Insurgency folks, who operated somewhat independently from the Whitehouse on a “black” budget. Apparently, Susan and I gave them enough information to find the para-military training camps and underground bunkers. Some of the bunkers held stolen Bradley fighting vehicles and Abrams tanks! The January 20, 1993 inauguration of Bill Clinton and Al Gore went smoothly.
By then, Susan had been in Georgia for 14 months and I assumed that I would never see her again. As readers of The Shenandoah Chronicles learned, however, life has its little surprises. In six months, Susan would be in my arms again . . . on the Peachtree City Path System, which I designed in 1973 . . . exactly 20 years earlier.
Those who want to learn the details of those challenging times, can read The Shenandoah Chronicles, starting with the first chapter below. Its table of contents is within my LinkedIN website.
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