While living out of State, my daughter told me over the phone that she was having sexual contact with someone back home. The second time we talked, she said she couldn't talk about it because the phone was "too hot" to use. I notified authorities and couldn't get anything done by telephone, so I drove to deal with it in person.
On the way, as I was driving through my mother's retirement community, I saw a girl of 6-12 years old riding in an old classic convertible with a middle aged driver on the right side of the front seat (the driver's side was on the right). As I met her gaze, she shared a wind blown anxiety and plaintiff look with me. It was the first indication to me that something was wrong.
I stopped to get some rest, and showed up at my mother's place just before I planned to leave to say hello. I heard thumping under the stairs while I visited, and wondered what was going on. My mother packed a lunch for me and talked me into leaving my trunk full of belongings to save fuel. I wasn't sure what was going on, but her trucker boyfriend was there, and the van driven by her old boyfriend who I knew to be dangerous was parked in the yard, so I chose not to challenge the circumstances and left. Years later, I was given bits and pieces from the trunk in disarray.
On the way home, on a road mapped out by my mother's boyfriend, I saw two dogs sniffing what looked to be the eviscerated lungs and some of the entrails of a small person on the left side of the road.
The remains were fresh, blood had dried, but was running when the remains were placed. A triangular tear in the tissue of the lungs made it clear that the interior was still moist - green, but intact. They had not dried out, so they had not been there long. There was no noticeable odor, but two dogs were curious. A square torn out of a blue hospital gown with a circular Hospital Anesthesiologist logo on it, and a few tin cans laid beside the remains. I video taped the evidence and drove on to find what I believe was the rest of the eviscerated body hung by the neck from a three pole ranch gate.
He, or she, looked like s/he had been hobbled, with feet pointing straight down with socks on. Dressed in what looked like brand new clothes, with lipstick smeared and mascara drawn like a starburst around open eyes, a silent scream passed out and s/he almost looked as if s/he were still alive. I drove on in a state of shock trying to bring myself to turn around. Because I had just found what I believed to be the eviscerated remains of his, or her heart and lungs a few miles before and, because s/he was hanging by the twisted remains of his, or her own esophagus and digestive tract, I did not stop to check life signs. It was clearly a dangerous situation. S/he hung so lightly, seeming to drift and spin as I drove by - and yet, with nothing left to recover.
I had no working phone, but was gravely concerned about the situation, so with the videotape in hand, I drove on to get the information to the police. I stopped at a roadside bar to call 911. Perhaps due to the state of shock I was in, or because I wasn't convincing enough, no one responded. Traveling on in such a state of anxiety that I had to change my underwear several times, I found bugs on my clothes in the trunk where I placed the blue square torn out of the hospital Anesthesiologist gown. So, along with my underwear, I put the blue cloth in a dumpster at a lakeside campsite during one of those changes. As I crossed what I now believe to be the Royal Gorge in Taos New Mexico (after studying a map), I picked up a howling of the wind I'll never forget, and a cloud of blackbirds descended over the horizon as I continued on northwards, towards Minnesota.
There may have been two victims, or an accomplice who claims to be the only one. The death of one may have silenced the other. If the hanging person had actually been alive and rescued, s/he may have considered himself, or herself to have been abandoned by me and/or others, who may have also driven by without stopping (Halloween was approaching). If some were to believe it was a hoax, or a right of passage of some kind, then there was no crime. There may be a person, or persons trying to cover-up what happened by claiming to have been the hanging victim in order to deny what really happened. There is no doubt that someone died. The eviscerated plural cavity is proof of that fact, but the person who was hanging (if alive and involved in a hoax) would not have known about the visceral remains I found earlier, and therefore felt abandoned without due cause. The remains were obviously human, and I gave the Minneapolis police the videotape evidence. Please see: Log
I remembered an old grey pickup truck following on the drive through the foothills that may have had as its passenger the same girl that alarmed me as I arrived to my mother's, but this time with a heavy-set bearded middle aged man. They turned towards the mountains in the east on a side road before the encounter. And I seem to recall a Sheriff's squad car following during some period of the ongoing trip northward after the encounter, but at one point had to turn around because I ended up in Texas, so I can't be sure of where I was at all times, or even in which direction I was traveling. The only time I can't account for at all during my trip was a short nap just after I crossed the boarder into New Mexico. I ate breakfast and did my laundry the morning before the encounter and after driving all night from Arizona. That time was strange, flashes of light on the drive the night before, and a heavy dampness to my clothing while doing the laundry. Something wasn't right, and I knew it.
I also talked to the Authorities about the allegations my daughter made to me over the phone when I arrived; about the adult in her home sometime prior to my talk with my daughter. Though I did my best to relate what had happened, not only then, but also over recent years to anyone who would listen, it was clear that my efforts were inadequate and perhaps misguided. My daughter may not have chosen to share this information publicly, so this document remains anonymous. What she did share with me was more like a confession than an effort to accuse. An investigation into my daughter's allegations was conducted two years later, and what I was told is that there was no one at the household that fit the description and no disclosure to police by my daughter to confirm my report.
Though I am still determining what happened, I am in no position to compete with Investigators on this case or others. I have done my best to provide everything I can pertaining to this case online (though this article, among others has been hacked), and in person. I have kept names out of these documents for the safety of those concerned. And while I still have unanswered concerns, I cannot presume to do the work of Law Enforcement, or lead an investigation. I have to rely upon the Rule of Law, and Law Enforcement to do its job as it normally does. I've looked for strength and guidance to address the harm that has occurred, and found inspiration within the obligations and aspirations of the Knights Hospitaller, reprinted here: Aspirations