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Sexy Sadie, what have you done?

I was nosing around, and came across an old letter written by Sadie Mae Glutz to a former cell mate who was testifying against her. Sadie seemed to have the hots for this chick, and professed her "desire" numerous times. I guess creepy crawling isn't the only "skill" Charlie taught the girls, huh? Anyway, this letter is up for auction on a murderabilia site (Supernaught.com) for $10,000. That, in my opinion is a little bit steep, but, if you got the bread to spend on such things, go for it!

Here is an excerpt:

My Dearest Kit,

Woman, when I saw you walk in the courtroom today, my heart stood still, and my eyes beheld the beauty of you that is unsurpassed. From the softness of your satiny hair, to the tropical ocean blue of your eyes. My dear woman, what I saw in your eyes and heard in your voice made me tremble with joy in every fiber of my being. The look of love and the feeling of ecstasy went shooting through me like brilliant diamonds reflecting the sun's brightest rays ... Woman, what can I say? Wow, Kit, I know now that all that I have felt inside me for you is real and true . I cannot begin to express to you the beautiful change I see in You. The hardness is gone, leaving the gentle woman I know you are. I have waited all day to come "home" so I could write and express myself on paper which, by the way, is not enough. Pat and Leslie, my co-defendants, said to tell you " You are the most pleasant one that has walked into the trial since it started and that you check out A-1, Double Check, O.K. " They also said that you outshine anything they have seen in Sybil's 3000 or other wise. That you are of the highest quality and beauty since M A N S0 N . Coming from them, my precious, is of the highest compliment. Wow, to put it simply, you turned them on and blew their minds and sent their imagination reeling. Now, from me, all I can say is I love you, My Cherrie-Amor, pretty woman, I adore you. I would love to be lying next to you right now, anywhere, feeling all of you. Why didn't you warn me, Kit, I think I am in a state of shock. I am walking on a cloud of love and do not desire to come down. Not even for a moment. I read your letters and wonder sometimes just why you sound so sad and depressed 'cause, baby, you could have any woman you want just by flashing your eyes. I cannot seem to get your face and being out of my mind. My heart is pounding so loud it is a wonder you cannot hear it. You must realize, Kit, I am not hung up on you, I just love you for you and for the feeling it gives me. Let me be straight with you, Kit, I write and kite women inside and outside this place, but what I say to you is from me, inside, What I feel for you is for you only. What I say to other women is for what I feel for them. I had to let you know, I love and respect you completely and must be completely honest with You. I do not like to say that to you, but I had to let you know. As you have noticed, this letter is not censored. What you did today took a lot, I know, but the censors need not know about this particular letter. I am tired of blind eyes reading my words and taking them out of context and trying hard to use them against me, not knowing they cannot hurt me. I am going to take my shower and imagine I am under a jungle waterfall with you ...

I just got out of the shower and you haven't left my thoughts for a moment. Pretty woman, stand by me and I'll make sure that it will be O.K. It seems as though I stand accused for loving the love I see. The prosecution wants to take the letter you testified to today and read it to the jury and you know what. The whole fucking world can read it for all I care. The love I see in you and feel in me is worth so much, I'd like to shout it from the highest mountain. No force on the face of this earth can harm me or mine. I will close for now and, please, come see me so we can look into each other's eyes. Let me know when you are coming, so I can cancel my visits and reserve them for you.

Love is,
Sadie Lady in the Dungeon

You can read about the auction here:

http://www.supernaught.com/susan-atkins-handwritten-seven-page-letter-from-1970-signed-sadie-lady-in-the-dungeon.html

Update: Scammed by Susanna Lo

from ripoffreport.com:

Complaint: 
Susanna Lo sold walk-on roles in a movie called "Manson Girls". She sold them for 2,000 each in an Ebay auction in January of 2012. The financing for the film fell apart nearly two years ago and the movie is never going to be made but she refuses to refund the money. She is a shady person and a pathological liar.  Please do not get involved with her or invest money in her imaginary film projects. 

Rebuttal: 
Susanna Lo, Slomotion Studios LLC (as opposed to "SLOMO" listed in this false claim), and anyone connected to Manson Girls the film, never sold walk-on roles for any of the projectss they are connected to. Jeff Kane, the creator of this false claim, has been blocked and flagged by Facebook, IMDB, Wikipedia and all members of the Slomotion Studios LLC team for breaking into our various websites and attempting to alter the facts on the sites, along with posting defamatory comments not acceptable by these sites. A libel suit is currently being filed against him.

Rebuttal to Rebuttal: 
That's not true.  I haven't been banned from any of those sites. I have a receipt from an ebay purchase that proves Susanna Lo charged me $1,995 for a walk on role in Manson Girls even though this film is never going to be made. She recently tried to raise money on Indiegogo for a film called Rabid.  She wanted 200,000 but only managed to raise 50 dollars. She not only scams people out of money but then she has the nerve to lie about them and threaten to sue them for defamation. How is it defamation if I can prove you scammed me out my money?  I welcome a lawsuit. You barely have enough money to feed and clothe yourself, how could you possibly afford a lawyer?

Oh, dear. This is getting messy, isn't it?

You can view a video of Susanna Lo surrounded by opulence and wealth while discussing her new project here. At this site you can also get a walk on role in "Rabid" for the deeply discounted price of $150. $2,000 will now buy you a producer credit. What a STEAL!

Squeaky's "first time" with Charlie (Rated R)

Hello there, dear readers! Are you ready to read Lynette Fromme's juicy account of her "first time" with Charles Manson? Personally, it nauseated me the first time I read this, but, as I always say "to each their own!"

Without further ado, I bring you Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme's explicit account of her first sexual encounter with the man (Manson) she described as looking (the first time she saw him) unkempt & elf-like with a two-day beard, and body odor (yummy):

His hands covered her body, touching every inch, smoothing and massaging until her fear drained away. Like spiders, his fingers climbed, and crawled into each fold, and crevice of her body. He slid down between her legs, and licked, and kissed, finding his way to an undiscovered part of her anatomy, "a tiny, hard supersensitive  thing," she marveled, a part she didn't even know that she had. She knew it was supposed to be wrong. No man ever had gone down on her before, and she never would have dared suggest it. But she always had wondered what it would feel like. Now she knew. She felt, she wrote, like a "princess wrapped in velvet." Now, he was atop her. She looked up at him, at his broad, content smile, and his closed, dreamy eyes. She thought she was evaporating, and that Charlie had filled himself where she had been. It felt good, she thought, so good, too good-too good, and she convulsed in fear. He paused, sensing her dread. "Allow yourself to experience pleasure, Lyn," Charlie counseled. "Allow yourself to let go. To give up. To give up, and love."She gave up.

Apparently, the second time they were intimate, Manson "invited" Mary Brunner in to "watch." Squeaky wrote that she was doing it with Manson, and felt uncomfortable, because Mary was sitting there watching with dreamy, blue eyes and a wide smile. Mary then moaned "It's beautiful!" KINKY!!!

Excerpt from Squeaky: The Life and Times of Lynette Alice Fromme by Jess Bravin

A conversation with Onjya Sipe

This summer Patty was fortunate enough to have been put in contact with Onjya Sipe, author of "Devil's Dropout: Manson Follower Turns to Christ." If you don't know who she is, you may remember that her children and Dennis Rice's children will forever be known in Manson lore as the "chicken coop kids." Onjya, who no longer uses that name, and Patty had a long, slow conversation that Patty has reproduced for you below:

9/24
P: Hi, Onjya. Thanks for (corresponding with) me. It's awfully difficult to come by a copy of your book. Amazon has just a few of them, the cheapest one is $75! Your story has become a collector's item. I only just know a little bit of it. Did (name redacted) tell you that I write for Eviliz.com and I'd like to ask you questions? My screen name is Panamint Patty.

10/2
P: I understand that you and your family are Evangelical Christians. Did I also see where your faith is involved in prison ministries? Like Dennis Rice was?

10/3
O: No I’m not in prison min. But I know Dennis.

10/8
P: How did you meet the Family? What attracted you to them? How do you view what happened in retrospect? Are you open today about having known them? How if at all did the experience affect your faith? Is there anything left to learn from them?

10/9
O: I met the family through a friend Jenny who I sort of grew up around. Just got back to my mom from a hippy commune and had (my daughter). She was one yrs. old. and my Hippy husband. Jenny said u have to meet these people there not who the news say they are. They found the truth. Just what u want. So they picked us up at my moms. The attraction seemed of a supernatural attraction they were very different. Dead to their self. Free. Seem like they found truth. But of course I had questioned (sic).

P: Wow, is Jenny the girl who called in to the Larry King Show with Little Paul in the 90's? Someone got him all upset and no one is positive if she said "Jenny" or "Ginny" as in Ginny Good. How is it you sort of grew up around her, and which commune were you living in?

O: In Joshua Tree.

10/10
O: I like when the Mansons are still getting interest and on the news I get to share with others how Jesus delivered me. Did u know Bill Nelson the expert on the Mansons? He wrote a book “Behind the Scenes.”

10/12
O: he was recopying.

10/13
P: other people’s work, you mean? Plagiarizing?

10/17
O: Bill Nelson was making copies of my book and selling them without my permission. He passed away. The main part of my story was the Mansons took me, (my) children, (and) Dennis Rice’s children from the cops. The girls ended up kidnapping (my daughter) on Charles' request. I got ahold of my brother (name redacted) whom I trusted to help me find her. He drove out to the cave and began to tell me that Jesus was what I was searching for and that he was the truth not Manson. I told him we needed to get guns and scare them. He said no I am going to pray for a miracle that god will find her and then will u give Jesus a chance? A few days later it was all over the news that they found her and the other kids in Lancaster. My brother came back to the cave to tell me and get me. He said remember would u give Jesus a chance? I did and I asked him into my heart it was glorious like a piece of pure gold that was a perfect fit. He is the answer and filled my emptyness. I heard about Jesus all my life but little did I know he was real. Manson family was a cult.

10/18
P: WOW where was the cave located? Thank you so much for sharing. Do you think the family was a cult rather than a gang or a political group, or all of those things?

O: 29Palms. Desert lonepine. I think a cult because Charles used twisted bible verses and made them into poems. Very twisted! Got to charge phone... 

And...that's all she wrote. Patty asked for more details a few times, but she gets the sense that none of this really matters to Onjya any more. However, Patty does find her absolutely lovely, and wishes to thank her for her time and for this fun quote: "If life throws you down, cover it with glitter." Amen to that!

Anthony DiMaria's Response to Rolling Stone story on Manson

Below is a letter that Jay Sebring's nephew, Anthony DiMaria, sent in response to Rolling Stone story on Manson. It is republished with permission from Restless Souls.

mansondirect.com

On June 15, 1970 Rolling Stone featured Charles Manson on it's magazine cover. Sadly, the narrative following the massacres on the nights of August 8th and 10th, 1969 holds firm approaching four and a half decades- Manson and his clan are sensationalized, glamorized as anti establishment pop celebrity icons, while their eleven victims remain trivialized and vilified to fit the sexy packaged formula of good old true crime mass murder. The Tate - LaBianca killings have become a massive source of interest and profit for countless news/tabloid organizations, books, TV/film companies, TIME, LIFE and prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi.

It is painful and disturbing to see that the Rolling Stone piece by Erik Hedegaard (December 5, 2013) is yet another example of how horribly the victims are disregarded, even slandered ( "Sharon Tate wasn't a movie star. Even now, nobody's ever really heard of her, even though she was supposedly killed by Charlie Manson, the most famous guy in the world. And that's the only reason anybody knows who she is. And still nobody knows who the fuck she is") while Mr. Hedegaard presents Charles Manson in a reverent, mystical light, "I will never know or understand why when Manson rested his hand on my arm it felt so good, not passively good, but actively... it's a presence."

Apparently, Mr. Manson has the same impact on Mr. Hedegaard as he had on Vincent Bugliosi's wrist watch when it stopped suddenly upon Manson's telepathic powers as depicted in Bugliosi's 1974 television version of "Helter Skelter".

It is curious that Mr. Hedegaard would omit from Manson's interview what the interviewee said he would do to a random baby ("he says something truly awful about what you could do to that baby, worse than you could imagine"), yet the author printed Manson's abhorrent slander of one of his victim's ( Sharon Tate's) character, " She compromised her body for everything she did. And if she was such a beautiful thing, what was she doing in the bed of another man [Jay Sebring] when that thing jumped off? What kind of shit is that?"

So the narrative continues and everyone wins. Charles Manson is back in the spotlight as mystical boogeyman, fascinated consumers satiate their appetites- while an author and his employers line their pockets with cash.

But for eleven people who lie in their graves, the blood letting continues... this time at the hands of Erik Hedegaard and Rolling Stone magazine. 

Was The Hawthorne Shootout a Copycat Action Too?

Contributed by Dooger

The Manson case has an enormous amount of parallels and interesting little happenings that have kept us talking about it for nearly 45 years. It seems that we all can find interesting little facts on the case that can lead us to an investigation "eureka!. " but usually these little things that we find are merely coincidences.

Charles Manson and his gang didn't always have the most original ideas. One can argue that his entire "Family" was merely an idea taken from Krishna Venta and the Fountain of the World. One can go even further and say that the entire Helter Skelter theory was stolen from Krishna Venta.

However, this interesting little tidbit that I found came when I was checking out dates on the case timeline. What struck me was when I later picked up the August 21, 1970 issue of Life Magazine that had a huge article on the Family titled "Just Waiting for Charlie."

Since I am fascinated with the Black Panthers, I also realized that article right before this one was the story of the Marin County Court House shootings. These shootings happened August 7, 1970 and were masterminded by seventeen-year-old Joshua Jackson, little bother of Black Panther George Jackson who was at trial for murder.

Joshua Jackson and others stormed the court room armed with assault rifles in an attempt to liberate their "brothers" who were on trial for murder. Joshua and his three accomplices took Judge Haley, the District Attorney Gary Thomas and three jurors hostage. This lead to a shootout that left Judge Haley and two of the jurors dead and Thomas barely clinging onto life. Joshua Jackson was also killed.

George Jackson was found guilty and was sent to San Quentin Prison.

August 21, 1971--exactly one year later--Catherine Share, Kenneth Como, Mary Brunner, Larry Bailey, Dennis Rice, and a "sixth suspect that fled on foot (Charles Lovett) drove a van to Hawthorne, California to the Western Surplus Store in an attempt to rob the store and acquire firearms. The firearm heist is foiled by a silent alarm, followed by police cars and a shootout leaving Brunner, Share, and Bailey with gun shot wounds.

Motives for this heist include the guns being used in a hijacking of an aircraft where passengers would be held hostage and shot every hour until Charles Manson was freed. I highly doubt this was the true motive.

Another motive--and probably the more accurate motive--was that they were planning on raiding the court room and freeing Charles Manson while he was on trial for the Gary Hinman and Shorty Shea murders. This motive makes more sense and would have been a mirror image of the Marin County Courtroom incident.

The parallels do not end here.

On this same day, Black Panther George Jackson met with his attorney Stephen Bingham to discuss a lawsuit against the prison. On Jackson's way back to his cell, guards noticed a 9mm handgun wedged in his afro. This eventually lead to a hostage-shootout leaving 4 guards and 2 inmates dead. Jackson was shot by a guard and killed.

This was planned as Jackson had written a will and manifesto.

Nearly six years later in Folsom Prison, June of 1977, Kenneth Como was involved in a similar incident with inmate Bobby Davis. The two had a 9mm handgun in their possession and planned to kill guards, members of the Aryan Brotherhood--who they were fighting with--and then escape. A shake down of the cell block came back with as many as 16 armed inmates ready to riot and a CB radio used to communicate with the outside.

Something tells me that when Life Magazine ran the August 21, 1970 Family story, that someone from the Family possibly could have read the article and read the article on the Marin County Court House shootout, giving them an idea to do something similar.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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The Enlightenment of Charles Manson

 By Ted Heistman on May 8, 2013 in News

I was listening to the clip Matt Staggs posted on here the other day of Alan Watts expounding on the Buddhist concept of “No Self” so I clicked on it in YouTube to see what else came up, and there I found this little clip of Charles Manson answering the question of “Who are you?”



After listening to Watts, Manson’s answer struck me as profound. “I am nobody”, was his answer, basically. It struck me that Manson is a Zen Master.

I had seen other Manson interviews. He completely dominates all his interviewers, running circles around them. Interviewers always come at Manson in a hostile way, seeking to pass judgement and not listen at all. Manson takes these as an opportunity for dharmic battle, and he destroys. He is a master. It seemed to me that Manson was answering all of the questions in little Koans, dropping gems of wisdom completely missed by his interviewer.

I particularly like the one with Geraldo Rivera. Rivera Seemed to think he was going to shame Manson and get him to cry tears of contrition and apologize to the American people or some ridiculous thing, or at least those are the wheels I saw turning in Rivera’s well -oiffed head. He didn’t have a chance: Manson completely owned him. No amount of creative editing in the world could give a contrary impression.

I clicked on some more links and discovered an interview of Manson being interviewed by Charlie Rose, one I hadn’t seen before. Not surprisingly my impression of Charlie Rose was that of a more dignified, serious journalist, but he gets dominated as well. Its interesting that these men both seem to want to set out to shame Manson. They come at him from the perspective of representing the establishment and all that is good. In that sense it’s not a normal interview in that they’re not asking probing questions to get Manson to open up and share about themselves.

I am struck by how confidently Manson, who appears to be just over 5 feet tall, walks into the room in comparison to the three enormous correctional officers who accompany him, all ow home appear to be slightly nervous to be on TV. Apparently he had just come out of solitary confinement and apologizes for being a little out of it. If Manson was out of sorts at the start of the interview, within 30 seconds he appears to be perfectly at ease and in complete control. It is Charlie Rose who appears stiff and awkward, and once the interview is underway Manson immediately starts dropping gems!

Rose: Do you have friends you can talk to?
Manson: I am friend to everything I see, everything I know, everything I feel

Rose seems to establish early on a pattern of steering the conversation continually from the interesting to the banal:

Rose: “what about other inmates?”
Manson: “I am brother in these hallways for 40 years. With no snitching on my jacket, no asking for nobody to protect me, and walking on my own two feet.”

This statement is a theme that Manson revisits later in the interview. Rose asks him about his fan mail and then Manson opens up about “the Rainbow”: His explanation of what the spiritual aspect of the sixties was about and where it originated, using an analogy of a tree growing up from a seed underneath the ground and how a similar process can occur in the mind.

Rose immediately cuts him off, asking him to instead explain why he makes little origami scorpions. Rose seems to think most people would consider scorpions creepy and wants to keep the conversation focused on lurid spectacle, but Manson once again steers the conversation back again back to the spiritual dimension, talking about shamanism and the difference between what Manson calls “spiritualism” and organized religion.

Rose continues to attempt to paint a preconceived picture of Manson, who refuses to play along and answers in metaphors and analogies. Rose considers these as an attempt at obfuscation, in the process completely missing the profundity Manson is offering him. Rose asks Mansonabout his mother and father, feigning pity that Manson never knew his father. Manson asserts that he does know his own father, but that he considers his father to be every man (everyman?) and that his mother is the ice box, meaning the penitentiary. When Rose scoffs, Manson elaborates that the generation of men returning from WWII raised the generation of boys living in the penitentiary. Manson then recounts one of his earliest memories of visiting his mother in prison.

When Rose asks if he has any happy memories, Manson once again lays it for for him, Bodhisattva style:

Manson: I…I don’t have that.

Rose: You don’t have that?”

Manson: I don’t have that yin and yang that you people do.

Rose: Is that ying yang?” (rose seems to take “ying yang” as a phrase connoting nonsense)

Manson: yeah, in other words, you can’t make me unhappy

Rose: Are there sad memories, though, growing up?

Manson: I don’t have all that. (smiling)

Rose: You do have it. You are an individual; You have an experience. You are one human being with experience.

Manson raises his eye brows back in forth quizzically but with good humor, amused at Rose’s attempt to put words in his mouth, responding:

Manson: When you leave go get a big rock and set it on the table.

Rose: Yeah?

Manson: I am that big rock on the table.

This was a pretty straight-forward Zen object lesson. Was it completely lost on Rose?
Manson expounds on non-attachment, explaining that he was merely “pass(ing) through” the scene at Haight and Ashbury street. Rose asks why these young hippies were drawn to him, and Manson responds that he stands on his own two feet. He says that a the time he didn’t realize how rare that was and how weak most other people are. He relates the killings to a holy war, but one that he wanted no part of.
At one point in the interview he explains love as the ground of being and the role Manson plays as establishment scapegoat:

Manson: Everything is love, there’s nothing that isn’t love, even the confusion is love in one form or another, it’s misguided. Love is a word to supplement for God. I would rather use the word intelligence. If you’re going to use the word love, use the word intelligence because love is misunderstood in so many different ways and fashions.

Rose: Do you need to be loved?

Manson: Loved… I am loved, I am love

Rose: By whom? Are you loved

Manson: I am love

Rose: Are you loved?

Manson: All the way and around the world with it, didn’t you see it? Two hundred and fifteen times taking it in the fire with it man

Rose: Meaning what

Manson: Me? Meaning I’m taking up all the slack for you assholes. I’m carrying you around. Nixon. I still got you… Reagan, hey Ronny! … I’m intertwined in your very soul man.

Rose, being firmly on the side of established authority(demiurge?), isn’t going to go along with Manson’s idea of himself as a scapegoat., instead continuing to paint a picture of Manson as psychopath/criminal/schizophrenic. He couches his words in the implication that others see him that way:

Rose: … and what do you say of those people who say ‘monster’?

Manson: What you see is what you get. Man, they have to live with it. I don’t. You have to live with your judgement. I live with mine. (Smiling)

Rose: You don’t think of yourself…

Manson: That is right. I don’t think of myself.

Rose continues to paint the picture of how “most people” see Manson:

Manson: I don’t think you guys have seen me.

Rose: No? What don’t we understand?

Manson: You don’t understand yourselves.

Rose: No but what don’t we understand about you? Granted we don’t understand ourselves, but what don’t we understand about you?

Manson: Just what I said…I am inside of you man. I live inside of you. I am inside every one of you.

They go back and forth for a while.

Rose is so invested in making him out to be a monster; that he “ordered the murders” and that he deserves life in prison. He is so invested in this that he misses absolutely everything Manson is saying. Rose seems to get that Manson is defending his innocence but catches not much else.
When asked if he will ever get out of prison, Manson ends the interview with:

Manson: Prison? I left prison in ’67. I got out of jail.

Rose: Yeah, but you are back.

Manson: Can’t you see that I am out, man? Can’t you see that I am free?”

Somewhere along the line, Manson found liberation. Rose, captive to his own judgments, a man of the establishment, remains in prison.

Original Article HERE

Clyda Warren Ussery Dulaney

Sometimes, just sometimes all of this blogging stuff is worth it...

During October of 2012 we began a series of posts on the Witches of Mendocino chapter of the Manson tale, culminating with contacting and speaking with Johnny Ussery the not quite 8 year old son of Clyda Dulaney who woke up one morning in 1968 to find both his 24 year old mother, and his 64 year old grandmother, lying within a short proximity of each other, lifeless as a result of a horrific attack.

Several members of the Manson Family had been in the area around the time of the attacks. In fact, a few had been previously arrested nearby in the infamous "Witches of Mendocino" bust. The similarities between the savagery in the Ukiah case and that of  Cielo/Waverly made some wonder if the fact that family members were so close to the Ukiah tragedy timing/geographically-wise, in combination with the eerily similar traits of the brutal slayings, was more than just coincidence.

As a result of researching that piece of history, we were able to make contact with Johnny and speak to him about what he remembered. Then this past weekend we were contacted by Ginger Launder, a childhood friend of Johnny's. The two hadn't seen or spoken to each other in almost 40 years. Ginger had in her family's possession pictures of Johnny's mother that he had not seen - ever. Well, long story short the two are now in touch and are talking about old times and about this cold case that needs attention, AND NOW the Ussery boys finally have some clear photos of their mother.

It's Miller time... 

Clyda and Johnny