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Part 2
UPDATE!
Mr. Most has explained the fact that DAW books denies any business
relationship in the following:
[RE:}Walpurgisnacht. I have found several drafts and pieces of the
project in the vault, and have had my memory jogged by another
friend who was directly involved. There are several points to
consider:
1) The novel was written under strange circumstances. My syndication
agent had arranged with DAW for the books publication under our
current work for hire contract as the idea was to produce a series
of occult Nazis science fiction written by a classic pulp house
pseudonym "Roland Maxwell." The company essentially bought my
research and hired me to rough out the first novel in the series. I
received nothing from DAW, and even if the deal had gone through, I
would have received nothing directly from DAW. I was paid by the
syndication agency.
2) Since my life and my sanity was on the line at that particular
point, it is not too surprising that I have forgotten some of the
details, particularly those that happened after I retreated to NC.
At that point, I wanted as much distance as possible from everyone
in my former existence.
3) Walpugisnacht was my working title.
The Astral Reich was the
proposed series title and this was to be Walpugisnacht in the
Astral
Reich. One of the major problems was that everyone hated the title.
So, I over wrote and turned out a novel that didn’t make anyone
happy. The series was due to kick off in 1981, but naturally didn’t.
In October of 1982, the syndication agency paid me off for my work
on the project and I signed a release for all rights. First novel
fiasco indeed! So, as I said, I never should have mentioned it to
begin with without looking up in my own files what had happened to
it. I will now stop to wipe the serious egg off my face...
DAW has responded to this "morphing" of the story as follows:
From: "Fodera, Sean"
To: "’lark2@ozline.net’"
Subject: RE: Maynerd Most - the story morphs again
Date sent: Thu, 29 Nov 2001 14:13:14 -0500
Dear Ms. Knight-Jadczyk:
Thank you for forwarding the additional information from
Mr. Most.
[...]
I can state with absolute certainty that DAW
has never signed any
agreements with any syndication agencies, nor (and more importantly)
would DAW ever publish any books featuring Nazis.
DAW was, in fact,
founded by a Jewish family, and this policy has existed for 30
years.
It is possible, of course, that Mr. Most did work for some
syndication agency at that time, and that they mislead him regarding
a publishing arrangement with DAW. However, DAW
maintains that we
have no business ties with Mr. Most.
If I can be of any further assistance, please let me know.
Sincerely,
Sean P. Fodera
Dir. of Subsidiary Rights, Contracts and Electronic Publishing
DAW Books, Inc.
What about his claim of writing for the North Charleston News?
The North Charleston News P.O. Box 60580 North Charleston, SC 29405
(843) 744-8000 Fax (843) 744-5505 circulation 10,000 weekly
From: thenews
Sent: 19 November 2001 07:46
Subject: Maynerd Most
Maynerd Most was never employed by The News, in Kingstree, SC
(We have other inquiries out on this. Stay tuned.)
What of his claim that he wrote science fiction under the name
G.
Richard Bozarth which was published in Asimov’s magazine? Well,
there is, in fact, a writer named G. Richard Bozarth, and he is a
published writer. He did publish a science fiction story in Asimov’s
magazine. The problem is, he’s not Maynerd Most.
From: Asimov’s
Sent: 16 November 2001 13:12
Subject: Re: Attn:
Brian Bieniowski
Luckily, Asimov’s has a long record of just about everyone that has
ever worked with our magazine.
I don’t have any records for anyone named
Maynerd Most. However, I
do have paperwork stating that a man named G. Richard Bozarth had a
story titled "Bat Durston, Space Marshal" in our Sept/Oct 1978
issue.
This story was also optioned for inclusion in a paperback anthology
of ours that never was published. I do have signed contracts for Mr. Bozarth which include his address (as of 1978, of course).
All I can recommend now, is that you get in contact with the
Owlswick Literary Agency. Our original editor from that time period,
George Scithers, is now a very active agent there. The assistant
editor at the time (Darrell Schweitzer) is George’s partner at Owlswick. You might want to jog their memories about
Bozarth.
Please don’t hesitate to email me if you require any further
information.
Best,
Brian Bieniowski
Assistant Editor
After a long and circuitous series of inquiries,
Mr. G. Richard Bozarth was found alive and well and still writing, though not
science fiction.
From: TSMelton@…
Date sent: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 10:47:55 EST
Subject: Re:
G. Richard Bozarth
G. Richard Bozarth is a real person in Texas and that is his name,
not a pen name. He has written for the Truth Seeker several times in
the past. I will give your message to Bonnie when she gets in and
see if she can be more specific.
Regards,
Nancy Melton
Computer Editor,
Truth Seeker Co., Inc.
Not long after, we were in contact with the individual who provided
us with Mr. Bozarth’s address and phone number, after we had
explained why we were trying to contact him. A few days later, we
spoke to his wife on the phone.
Mrs. G. Richard Bozarth is quite sure she knows who her husband is,
and she is equally certain that he is the one who wrote the story
published in Asimov’s magazine entitle Bat Durston, Space Marshall.
Not only that, but the Bozarth’s are understandably concerned that
someone is claiming G. Richard’s identity and publishing credits!
After our phone conversation on November 17, Mrs. Bozarth followed
up with the following:
From: "[Mrs. G. Richard] Bozarth"
Subject:
G. Richard Bozarth
Date sent: Sat, 17 Nov 2001 15:50:07 -0600
Please send us any information you may have regarding the person
attempting to use my husbands identity. I will have Richard read it
and send comments when he is able. Thank you for letting us know of
this indiscretion.
Thank you,
[Mrs. G. Richard] Bozarth”
[To protect their privacy, we are
withholding email and home addresses.]
UPDATE!
From: "G. Richard Bozarth"
Subject:Maynerd Most as G. Richard Bozarth
Date sent: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 11:18:03 -0600
Dear Perseus Foundation,
I wrote a letter about
Most’s claim to be me. That letter describes
my proof of who I am and what I’ve done as a writer. I mailed it
last Monday, so you should have received it by now. If you haven’t,
let me know. It’s still on my computer. If it doesn’t show up in
Monday’s mail, let me know and I’ll send it e-mail or I’ll send a
photocopy of the copy I made for my files. Very bizarre stuff, isn’t
it?
G. Richard Bozarth
Sent later:
From: G. Richard Bozarth
Date sent: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 16:12:20 -0600
It occurred to me that making you wait for s-mail to deliver my
letter wasn’t required for anything, so attached is that letter.
I’ve also attached my publishing history. I have copies of all the
stuff, so they really do exist. It would be amusing to discover why
this other "G. Richard Bozarth" obviously does not know how much
stuff has been published under that by-line.
If he insists I’m the one who stole his by-line, I have copies of
correspondence that go back to the early 70s when I was still in the
Marine Corps that shows I’ve been using the name for a lot longer
than he is currently claiming to use it. I began using the name in
high school because I never liked "George" and have liked "Richard".
Using "G. Richard Bozarth" for my by-line was inspired by
F. Scott
Fitzgerald. Let me know if I can be of further help. It’s very
foolish to tell this kind of lie without thoroughly checking to see
if "G. Richard Bozarth" has been busy as a writer in other ways than
the commercial one
Sincerely,
Richard
How about “Downbeat,” a respected music magazine? In response to our
inquiry, On 20 Nov 2001, at 22:38, the following response was
received:
Jason Koransky here, editor at Down Beat.
A writer by the name of Maynerd Most has never worked at Down Beat.
Thanks,
Jason
Jason Koransky
102 N. Haven Rd.
Elmhurst, IL 60126
http://www.downbeat.com
[The inquiry listed the various aliases, however, to make certain,
an additional inquiry has been sent.]
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Rolling Stone - Never heard of
Maynerd Most or any of his aliases.
-
Seventeen - Never heard of
Maynerd Most or any of his aliases.
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High Times - Never heard of
Maynerd Most or any of his aliases.
-
Hustler
- Letter sent. [One reader has reported that he thinks that
he remembers Maynerd Most as author of a "letter" published in the
"letters to the editor" section of the magazine.]
-
Crescent Review - Mr. Most has kindly provided an exhibit from
something called the "Crescent Observer."
-
Cream magazine is defunct, so it can’t be checked.
Let’s turn to the academic claims. How do we know that
Maynerd Most
is a real honest-to-goodness Academic? Well, he says so. To review,
at Laura Lee’s website, he presents his Academic credentials thusly:
His academic background includes (at the University of South
Carolina and North Carolina) English, History and Classical Studies
with graduate research into the Hermetic origins of the Renaissance;
other fields of intensive research include: ancient cultures and
their shamanic practices, the history of language, cultural
anthropology, Egyptology with extensive research into the El-Amarna
Era, comparative religion, mathematics and sacred geometry, brain
physiology, psychology, theoretical physics and psycho-acoustic
technology.”
As we have noted at the beginning, Mr. Most pointed out that he had
never claimed to have graduated from anywhere. He stated that he did
"graduate level work." However, it was pointed out that he did say
"grad school" and not just "graduate level work," so the story
morphed again. Here it is:
I went off to USC, South Carolina, as an English major. I had a few
awards in poetry and playwriting to my credit and had met James
Dickey the summer before my freshmen year at a poetry conference. He
liked me, I already knew how to drink, and he became my mentor that
fall at school. With his help, I breezed through the undergraduate
English courses on advanced studies and by my sophomore year had a
major for myself in History and Theatre Arts, as it was quaintly
called in those days.
There was scholarship money available from an alumni organization
for an overseas work study in Shakespeare, and with Mr. Dickey’s
help I designed an essay that was sure to win the scholarship award.
It did, and winter quarter 1972, I was off to Oxford for a six week
Shakespeare intensive, and then another six weeks working on the
crew at the Shakespeare Festival at Stratford. It was a dream deal,
and if all had gone as planned, I would be an academic today, a
Shakespeare scholar, maybe even that doppelganger in Kansas. But it
didn’t.
Well, what can I say? It was 1972, I was 19 with an
extremely high
IQ and an opinion of myself to match. I had never gone anywhere
completely on my own. My only comparable adventure was a senior
class drama trip to New York, but even that was as part of a group.
When I hit the airport in New York, and had to ride the bus to
change airports, etc. I was truly overwhelmed.
And so, in the passenger lounge of
British Airways, I fell in love.
Her name was Suzy, French Canadian from Montreal on her way to Paris
and then Lyon and Provence to visit relatives. We talked as we
waited and then, by arrangement of a tricky universe, we had seats
next to each other all the way to London. As we parted at customs,
she gave me her phone number and address in Paris and told me she
didn’t really have to be in Lyon for a week or so.
I barely remember the train up to Oxford, but I came down hard when
I found the right college. So hard, I immediately found the bursar
and conned him into cashing my scholarship check and then letting me
leave without paying out my tuition. By the next morning, I made a
brief excursion to see Stonehenge, I was on the plane to Paris.
A week later, when Suzy left for Lyon, I was broke and
brokenhearted. I ended up in Amsterdam where four months later I was
arrested and given a quick trip home by the State Department. Seems
that my parents and the University had been looking for me.
The upshot of this sorry story is that the English department no
longer wanted me, even after I gave the money back. I switched to
History, and with the aid of a friendly faculty member put together
a degree, BA in History and Classical Studies. Unfortunately, the
degree was mostly bogus. I did very little of the work, my faculty
member friend simply enrolled me in the classes I needed, and in
December 1973, I officially graduated.
Now, I don’t condone this kind of behavior, and I am not proud of
it. But I was young, and it seemed the best way to get away from
Columbia and USC. So I did it. After a few years’ break in which I
wrote rock’n’roll reviews, I applied to graduate school in Classical
Studies at UNC. My degree held up, and the Classics department was
so hungry for new blood that they accepted me with very little
hassle. After a few semesters I realized that the academic life was
truly not for me. (Later, I found out that my degree had been
invalidated when a new computer system revealed the inconsistencies.
So it goes...)
An offer to study magick came up and that led to my exposure to
Enochian and eventually to a realization that something was very
rotten about the set-up. I retreated to North Carolina, went to work
for the Shakespeare festival, went into therapy and so on.
The above is all well and good, and we expect the final word any day
not only as to whether Mr. Most ever graduated, but whether he ever
attended classes, and if so, what. We will update this article when
the information comes back. In the meantime, let’s look at a couple
of interesting items in the above account.
UPDATE!
We have received verification that Maynerd Most did, in
fact, attend USC, but that he dropped out in January of 1972. He did
not, apparently, return to put together any degree as claimed. There
was no further attendance by Maynerd Most at USC as he has claimed,
with or without a degree of questionable validity being awarded. We
are still awaiting the return from UNC and will post the results
when they arrive.
INFORMATION VERIFIED
Name On School’s Records: "Maynerd Most"
Date Awarded............: N/A
Degree Title............: No Degree -- Enrollment Only
Official Name of School.: UNIVERSITY OF SOUTH CAROLINA
Attendance Period.......: 08/16/1970 to 01/17/1972
What about his claim to be a protégé of
James Dickey by virtue of
his ability to drink liquor?
Unfortunately, James Dickey has passed away. But he left behind an
organization called The James Dickey Society, a group of academics,
many of whom worked with him and knew him well, as well as other
scholars who study his work. From the woman who was a
friend/associate of James Dickey and now is the head of this group:
From: "joyce**" joyce***@...
Subject: Re: James Dickey protege?
Date sent: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 10:18:20 -0500
I’ve never heard of Maynerd Most or any of the other names mentioned
in this email. Mr. Dickey arrived at the University of South
Carolina in 1968. Some of the more specific details might confirm
more about Mr. Most, such as his sojourn at UNC. Also, his "few
awards in poetry and playwriting" before attending USC are or should
be facts that can be substantiated. Very interesting.
Joyce P***
And from a USC associate of James Dickey:
Date sent: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 12:00:43 -0500
From: "Matthew Bruccoli"
Subject: Re: Protege of James Dickey?
Sorry, but I don’t recognize the "protégé." I will forward your
letter to Prof. Ward Briggs in USC’s Classics Department.
Cordially,
Matthew J. Bruccoli,
Jefferies Professor of English
We have contacted other members of the
James Dickey Society,
especially those from the University of South Carolina, who were
acquainted with him. We will update this page as we receive more
information.
Back to Mr. Most’ academic statement:
…winter quarter 1972, I was off to Oxford for a six week Shakespeare
intensive, and then another six weeks working on the crew at the
Shakespeare Festival at Stratford. It was a dream deal, and if all
had gone as planned, I would be an academic today, a Shakespeare
scholar…
The officials at Oxford were highly amused by this tale. Here is the
response:
From: "David Collins"
Sent: 19 November 2001 01:47
Subject: Re: Student Enquiry
Your Mr Most/Bozarth/Maxwell/Sutherland clearly has a fertile and
highly-coloured imagination but no knowledge of the University of
Oxford, as indeed we have no knowledge of him. Such a career as he
describes would be impossible: undergraduate teaching in Arts
subjects is not departmentally-based but directed by a college tutor
and degrees are awarded on performance in public examinations not by
credit-accumulation: undergraduate fees are paid via the college not
the department and undergraduate students are admitted and permitted
to change courses by their college: it is not possible to obtain a
B.A. degree without a minimum of two- years residential study even
when exemption from the First Public Examination has been granted on
the grounds of previous academic attainment elsewhere. None of this
would seem to apply to Mr Most.
Oxford Colleges do sometimes rent out their accommodation to
organizations who are in no way part of the University so that those
organizations may hold summer schools, and of course Shakespeare is
a popular topic and Oxford is conveniently placed for visiting
Stratford. Persons attending such summer schools are not members of
the University or the college and so we would have no records of
attendance.
However his chronology renders even this possibility suspect as "the
winter quarter" would coincide with the first term of our academic
year when the colleges would be fully occupied with their own
students.
An American graduate would not be able to walk in off the street and
gain admission to ANY college, and any Bursar’s first concern is to
secure the college and University fees, not to cash cheques. There
is an Oxford Colleges’ Admissions Office and an application to read
for a Second BA degree would have to have been made the previous
Autumn, references taken up and a formal offer made.
Perhaps he hoped to get round such checking as yours by his
statement that his degree had been invalidated after discovery by a
computer system. However it would not have removed his name from
official records so completely that I can find no trace at all even
in pre-computer records which were in use in the 1970’s, and as the
officer who has run our central computer records for the past twenty
years I know of what I speak.
Yours sincerely
David Collins
Student Records Officer & Assistant Registrar
University Offices
University of Oxford
Wellington Square
Oxford OX1 2JD
In other words: there is no record of Maynerd Most at Oxford where
one would certainly exist even if only in the accounting offices.
And the comment about any Shakespearean intensive being held at any
of Oxford’s colleges during winter quarter is quite telling.
There are a couple other items in the above account by Mr. Most that
deserve comment.
"And so, in the passenger lounge of British Airways,"
There probably was no BA passenger lounge in the States back in
1972. In the UK yes, plenty of them, much less so abroad.
"When I hit the airport in New York, and had to ride the bus to
change airports, etc. I was truly overwhelmed."
Yet later, in Oxford, he is able to make a lightning trip to
Stonehenge and make the morning flight out of Heathrow as follows:
"By the next morning, I made a brief excursion to see Stonehenge, I
was on the plane to Paris."
Our investigator in UK has commented on this as follows:
"Imposible without a car. To get to
Stonehenge you have to travel
cross country from Oxford by train, necessitating a change or two,
then a bus. Then, to get to the airport, another bus, train with a
change or two or three and the underground tube line to Heathrow
airport. Can’t be done in a morning! Not in a million years. If you
set off from Oxford at 8 am, did Stonehenge for an hour, you would
not be at Heathrow until evening."
"A week later, when Suzy left for Lyon, I was broke"
Now "Suzy" had a place to stay in Paris, as she told
Maynerd. Now
how on earth can you go broke in a week spending twelve week’s worth
of scholarship money and expenses? Were they staying at the George Cinq? Were they dining at the
Ritz every night? The Moulin Rouge
after?
"and brokenhearted. I ended up in Amsterdam where four months later
I was arrested"
So Maynerd is broke after five days in Paris and survives four
months without funds in Amsterdam? And just why was he arrested?
Funds gathering, perhaps?
"and given a quick trip home by the State Department."
We are still investigating this point, but so far, what we have
learned suggests that this scenario is impossible because if you are
deported, first you have to serve your arrest sentence. If no
sentence to be served, the State Dept. would not bail you out unless
you were completely destitute, and even then we find it hard to
believe. They do do it, and you are made to sign a chit that you
will pay back the fare. No, Maynerd’s parents, guardians, or friends
would have had to spring for the ticket home, not the State Dept. We
expect that this will be the new variation on the story.
The remainder of this episode stretches credulity beyond the
breaking point. So far, Mr. Most has tossed a chance at Oxford
(according to him), stolen money from the university, gone on the
lam for four months in a foreign country, is brought back in
disgrace and all he says is this:
"The upshot of this sorry story is that the English department no
longer wanted me, even after I gave the money back."
Did they (the "University") press charges? Without major family
money or position, this scenario would never play out. And if there
had been any money to begin with, there would have been no need for
the scholarship, or the purported theft of the scholarship money, or
the four months in Amsterdam living, we presume, on the streets.
"I switched to History, and with the aid of a friendly faculty
member put together a degree,"
After all that went before? People stuck their neck out for him, and
he shafted them, and now he says someone else just liked him so much
and felt so sorry for him that it was done again? Seems highly
unlikely. Unless it was the Dickey effect, again.
"BA in History and Classical Studies. Unfortunately, the degree was
mostly bogus."
No kidding. Well, until further information is received, we will
leave this most interesting period of Mr. Most career.
The reader now has an idea of what a great writer Mr. Most is. Over
the past year, Mr. Most entertained and entranced the members of the Cassiopaean discussion group with his fantastic stories of
encounters from his past, stories which were intended to convey a
deep knowledge of, and first-hand experience dealing with
far-reaching conspiracies, mind control, and Satanic sexual abuse.
Unfortunately, some cannot be checked, as the main stars are quite
dead. But not all.
For example:
In the winter of 1977 - 78, I was in grad school in History and
Classical studies at UNC, working part time as a freelance writer,
including books reviews, etc. for the Psychical Research Foundation
at Duke, part of FRNM or the Rhine Foundation. A lady came through
town doing psychic readings and the PRF picked her up as part of the
team.
[We are waiting for the reply from FRNM at Duke.]
She however was obviously looking for talent, and definitely not
interested in Bill Roll’s return to Amityville kind of trip. To make
a long story much shorter, we became acquainted and before she left
she gave me a letter from a guy in California and a list of phone
numbers.
[We have covered the bases. Dr. Roll has received an inquiry also.]
The letter was an ego stroke offer to go study magick, all expenses
paid. My freelance rock’n’roll journalist career was in a slump,
grad school was going nowhere, and frankly I missed San Fran and the
high life. I bit, big time.
At first, everything was great. My career took off because they knew
everybody in the business. The magickal training was great too. I
was learning and experiencing faster than I had dreamed possible,
and for a sensation junkie like me, this was heaven. Suddenly, my
proposed thesis on the origin of the Tarot cards looked academic and
tame. These people had real power and the information to back it up.
Somehow, stupid me, I never thought to ask what the pay off would
be.
By the summer of 1979, my basic magickal training was over and other
subjects and tasks started coming up. In a very weird way, I was
sort of assigned to write a novel about Aleister Crowley, Hitler and
the more unsavory aspects of WWII’s black magick. I was paid for it,
although it took until 1981 to see print, and then in a heavily
bowlderized form. To do this, I was "given" access to every bizarre
Nazi document in existence. One of my friends in the group even got
me access to the archives in Washington to look up certain strange
practices of the SS. Again, I didn’t question any of this, it just
happened, so go with the flow, don’t think too much, have a good
time.
When my research was done and a rough version of the book was
circulating to publishers, I had the pleasure of a visit by the head
man in the Order. This guy is still around, going by the alias of
Dr. Christopher Hyatt of Falcon Press. I become one of his main
magickal student flunkies, and for the next six months or so I did
nothing but follow him around through one bizarre episode after
another. The most interesting of which was international drug and
gun running. I kept thinking: This is gonna make a great movie/novel
one day. To which a small voice would reply: if you survive.
After a couple of epics, including one where I made the run to
Mexico and back on my own, I was invited out one evening to go
sailing with the boss and some very special friends who had things
they wanted to discuss with me.
So, here we are, in a large sail boat drifting off Sausalito on a
warm August night. Just as I’m thinking that my life has turned into
a gangster movie and I don’t even like guns, the boss and his
friends come on deck. They own the boat, and a stranger pair of
rejects from the Addams clan I’ve never seen. He’s had hair
transplants done to give him an exaggerated widows peak, and she’s
in full aging Mortitia drag. Indeed, when we came on board, I
thought she was a drag queen.
We chit-chat for a while. They introduce themselves as Michael and
Lillith, and we talk about magic, Crowley, Nazis and a variety of
such subjects for the better part of an hour. Testing me, is what I
thought at the time. And then, smoothly, the conversation shifts.
It happened so smoothly, I didn’t notice it, but suddenly the
question were no longer academic, but personal. Did I believe
this...hadn’t I experienced that...didn’t I understand the
other...etc.
I remember the chill to this day. A warm still night, and even
through my jacket it felt like the cold of outer space. That jolted
me somehow, and I started asking questions. And I didn’t like the
answers.
Highly condensed, here’s what they told me: (Keep in mind that it is
THEIR belief system.)
The earth and everything on it is the property of a higher
dimensional being who is on its way back to claim it. Our only
choice is controller or slave, but those who choose to serve will be
rewarded. This has been in the works for a thousand years and will
soon reach fruition, in the next 20 years or so. The Nazis were part
of it, but incomplete. Now, they’d get it right.
Stunned, I wanted to know how they thought I fit in. They said that
I was being offered the chance to become a conscious operator with
my pick of the New Age infiltration projects. Only hitch, I’d have
to undergo my initiation, which in simple terms involved doing
something so disgusting and illegal as to make my participation in
simple smuggling look tame.
I blanched, and they reminded me that I was already in pretty deep.
No shit. Well, finally scared back to my senses, I said I needed to
think about it, but yeah I’d play along. That made them happy and we
spent a few perverse hours discussing orgies before I got off the
boat.
I left the next day for a UFO conference back in Tuscon, literally
shaking in my boots. I had been to the very edge of the pit, and I
wasn’t sure if there was a way to get out. I avoided them and the
issue until October, when I got fired from my job. Without telling
anyone, I hopped on a bus and escaped to North Carolina. By the time
Hyatt found me, eight or nine months later, I was too deeply
entrenched to remove easily. I played drug causality and pretended
not remember anything and I suppose that helped. Anyway, they left
me alone after that.”
Well, there are two rather well-known names in this story.
Dr.
Michael Aquino is the executive director of the
Temple of Set in San
Francisco, an offshoot of the Church of Satan. He is also its
founder. Lilith is his wife. He’s pretty well known. But, as it
happens, Dr. Aquino was a young guy working on his Ph.D. at the time
the above events were said to be happening. "Full aging Mortitia
drag?" (sic) We sent the above story to Dr. Aquino and asked for his
input. This is his reply:
From: Xeper@...
Subject: Maynerd Most
Date: Friday, November 16, 2001 1:10 AM
“Maynerd Most, Alvin Wiley, G. Richard Bozarth,
Roland Maxwell,
Victor Sutherland.”
I have never known nor had contact with persons of any of these
names.
“He’s had hair transplants done to give him an exaggerated widows
peak, and she’s in full aging Mortitia drag. Indeed, when we came on
board, I though she was a drag queen.
"We chit-chat for a while. They introduce themselves as
Michael and Lillith, and we talk about magic, Crowley, Nazis and a variety of
such subjects for the better part of an hour.”
No such incident has even taken place with anyone by any name. I
have never owned any boat, nor been on anyone else’s around
Sausalito, nor had any hair transplants for that matter.
Regards,
Michael A. Aquino
In a a follow-up email, Mr. Most "story" as follows was included for
comment:
An old friend that I knew had intelligence connections called me up
with a strange story. He thought that if anybody might have a clue
what was going on, it would be me. A friend of his wife’s, going
back to Pentagon days, had gone crazy and started accusing everyone
of being a satanist and under mind control. Her husband had had to
take their kids away from her and she was on the run, calling them
from phone booths along the highway. Could I help?
She called me the next day from a phone booth in Maryland, and we
talked enough to convince her that I would take her story seriously.
So she hopped in her car and drove straight through to
Winston-Salem. She got to my office around six and we talked to
midnight, when she left to hide somewhere, she wouldn’t say where or
how, and then came back the next day and talked for another four
hours or so. Then she got in her car and left. I never saw her
again, alive.
What she told me was so bizarre that at first I figured it had to be
a plant. They wanted to see what I’d do with such stuff, and then
flatten me when I used it. And remember, this was 1993, pre
X-files... She had been in the Program since the mid-50s, what she
called the "Stepford Wives" division. Girls with looks and good
grades from selected backgrounds were fast-tracked to prep schools
and finishing schools, where they received some basic programming,
and then "sold off" to Intel and other government types as wives.
Many of them ended up married to NASA geeks for the sole purpose of
spying on them. Early on, she figured out the game and played along
until her handlers discovered she was virtually immune to hypnotic
programming. That earned her truly special attention.
The issue of hypnotic immunity was the fly in the ointment for the
larger reaches of the program. If a significant number of citizens
were flatly immune to your best efforts, then mass control was
unlikely. Somebody would always resist. So this poor lady became a
guinea pig for the full range of Program experimentation. They
learned that while she couldn’t be successfully programmed, she
could be broken. She was put back into circulation, while her
pregnancies were monitored and genetically tampered with, causing mis-carriages and abnormal births. Two children survived, both boys,
one 13 and the other five in 1993. They had been experimented on
since the day they were born, and the eldest, like his mother, was
resistant. The youngest however was something else, perhaps
literally.
And here’s where all the threads of our story converge on the
Gordian knot nexus point of maximum weirdness. When they wanted her
for something, she simply hit her up with drugs to knock her out and
did it to her. However, over time, she developed a tolerance for the
drugs and would be half awake for the last few hours of whatever.
And so she woke up one night in 1987 to find herself having sex with
something that looked like a cross between Night on Bald Mountain
and an iguana. She freaked and a group of people held her down while
"it" finished. Several of the people she remembered enough to
identify. One was her husband, another was Michael Aquino.
Dr. Aquino’s comments regarding the above excerpt
From: Xeper@…
Date sent: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 02:24:17 EST
Subject:
Maynerd Most
In a message dated 11/18/01 6:58:26 PM, you write:
This book was supposed to have been the result of research that was
funded and promoted by an implied association between yourself and a
Dr. Christopher Hyatt.
I have never funded/promoted any research by anyone else.
Dr.
Christopher Hyatt is a real person; I think he is associated with
New Falcon Publications, which has a website, so you might be able
to contact him that way. I do not have a personal address for him,
as the two of us have never met nor had any contact.
"... She freaked and a group of people held her down while "it"
finished. Several of the people she remembered enough to identify.
One was her husband, another was Michael Aquino."
In addition to never meeting anyone on a boat off Sausalito, I have
never held anyone down either!
Mr. Most claims that Dr. Hyatt was his "mentor and teacher" of all
things magickal and that he is the "Highest degree recognized adept
in the various Golden Dawn traditions ...
The Golden Dawn was a turn-of-the-century (1890s-1910s) British
Rosicrucian society - law-abiding and reasonably respectable. Today
there are a few revivalist G.D.s around, and I think that Hyatt is
involved with one or more of them. Again, you’d have to ask him
about that, and whether he knows anything about this Most character.
I’d recommend contacting them directly and asking them. Just about
every group has a website these days, or is at least referenced by
other websites.
I’m a Political Scientist (Ph.D. UC Santa Barbara, 1980) :-)
Sincerely,
Michael A. Aquino
And what of the other person mentioned in
Mr. Most’ story,
Christopher Hyatt? Mr. Most teacher and mentor? Dr. Hyatt is the
editor-in-chief of New Falcon Books. They, too, have an extensive
website. In response to an inquiry sent to Dr. Hyatt, the following
was received:
Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 12:42:58 -0700
From: "New Falcon Publications"
Reply-to: info@...
Thanks so much for the info.
No one here (including
Dr. Hyatt) recognizes any of these names. As
you might surmise, we find this situation very disturbing,
particularly because the material he sent you includes some
extremely defamatory statements. Apparently this individual knows
enough specifics about Dr. Hyatt (e.g., that he likes to sail) to
have woven a modicum of truth into a rather bizarre, fictional tale.
This suggests to us that he may have been acquainted with us, though
perhaps only peripherally, at one time or another.
We are surmising that ALL of the names he gave you are aliases. If
you have any info on where he claims to live, this might give us a
better clue to his true identity. And we’d appreciate any other info
you may have on him.
We are curious about one other thing: from what you’ve said we take
it that you have not been able to verify much (anything?) of his
bio?
Perhaps we shall be able to deal with this mystery together.
Warmly,
Nick Tharcher
We would like to point out that, in the above case, though
Dr. Hyatt
does own a boat, in Mr. Most account, Dr. Aquino owns the boat.
"...the boss and his friends come on deck. They own the boat..." So,
indeed, we do have "facts," but rather than being "interpreted" they
are "appropriated" - and not very accurately, as it seems. In
response to a follow-up letter. Mr. Tharcher, writes:
Date sent: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 13:23:14 -0700
From:
New Falcon Publications
Send reply to: info@...
Subject: Re:
Maynerd Most
Thank you for taking the time to write to us. The situation seems
rather ugly and we wish you the best in sorting it all out.
As to us:
no one at Falcon is familiar with Mr. Most or any of his
aliases. Essentially everything you told us he said about Dr. Hyatt,
Falcon Press and his ’association’ with us is simply untrue.
Again, we wish you the best and, should our name pop up in this mess
again, we would appreciate your letting us know.
Warmly,
Nick Tharcher
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