Seven Skinheads

Seven arrested in two-county skinhead bust

A sweep of skinhead lairs throughout the Inland Empire on Monday twice took sheriff's deputies to maternity wards where pregnant women were trying to bear babies on Adolf Hitler's birthday.

Seven members of the Inland Empire Skinheads, including the leader, were arrested during the two-county sweep that took a team of 20 deputies to Hesperia, Perris and Winchester.

The white racist street gang has been responsible for murders in the High Desert, drug trafficking, home invasion robberies and countless assaults, officials said.

Warning, interesting "coincidences" ahead:

Arrested were brothers Thomas Mason, 24, and Joseph Mason, 20, both of Hesperia; Mark Goslyn, 33, of Hesperia; Carrie Goodwin, 24, of Hesperia; Raymond Williams, 33, of Perris; Jeremy Brower, 32, of Winchester; and Ronald Proffitt, 27, of El Monte.

Note the Masonic Cross on the table


I'm not trying to turn this blog into "report from the trailer park" or anything, just posting synchronicities when I find them...

I actually experience a ton of syncs in my personal time, far too many to post on a blog. You would have to be with me and I would point them out and it would probably get annoying after a while, especially if my view of why they're there doesn't match up with your view, which is a good example of "reality tunnels" coming into play. I was arrogant enough to believe that everyone's notion of the "sync" was the same for a while, but it seems like everyone has their own unique viewpoint of why they're there and where they come from. It's best to say "I don't really know!", which leaves it open for interpretation by both sides.

I've been having some serious headaches lately, usually every other day. Still having trouble sleeping, uncertain of my future and regressing into depressive states which stem from my childhood. I'm aware of what's causing it, but they are some tough demons to banish. They linger over me when I try to sleep, in the cold cavern I call my room. Simply meditating causes feelings and thoughts of love to surge through me, so it's probably an entirely ego-based mechanism to keep things in check.

I had a weird nightmare last night where I stared into the darkness and it spoke to me. I felt as if something was lurking in the shadows just beyond where I could see. It felt like a dead place, still and murky, a shell of a moment left behind and decaying. I met someone but I didn't know who they were. They appeared as an old man meditating in the darkness, illuminated by moonlight in a prison cell. I think it was Robert Anton Wilson, for some reason he appears in my dreams a lot and I always seem to wake up with a quote or an idea from one of his books repeating through my mind.

I don't know why certain things get my attention and others don't. I don't know why I post stories about skinheads trying to breed the next Adolf Hitler or dolphins stopping a pirate attack. I'm sure it all converges somehow...

Oh, and just for some necessary weirdness, this is post number 224 on 4/22.

Man I had an awful day. It really sucks that the TV room is right above me. Damn subwoofer sounds like a stampede of elephants up there and it's on constantly. If I complain I'm suddenly the bad guy for denying the TV its freedom of speech, and everyone in my house seems to worship the thing. My dad comes home from work after working on TV commercials all day and just watches TV until he passes out, it's pretty sad. I managed to get through to my little sister and she watches tv a lot less now, to my knowledge at least. My older sister just stares at it blankly all day no matter what's on, even if it's some "real crime" show detailing the rape of a 15 year old girl which is just wonderful to wake up to... The cat's really getting on my nerves, it still chews up the cardboard boxes in my room late at night which makes a ton of noise when my dad's trying to sleep upstairs, and I have to put on this weird silent masquerade attempting to get this cat to stay out of my room and stay completely silent at the same time. If it weren't so damn cute and fuzzy I'd just pick it up and throw it out.

This has everything to do with my current lack of cigarettes.