Category: Howard Hughes


Wheel of Fortune and the Angel in the Casino

Throughout my life, from time to time, I have been graced by the presence of angels.

An Angel

Mind you, I have never gotten to see them, but they have whispered to me.  Sometimes, the tickle of their breath against my ear has sent shivers down my spine.  One night when I was young I heard them singing and I was stunned by the perfection of the harmony of their choir.  My bedroom window actually rattled with the lower notes.  There was no mistaking it for any hallucination.  It was spine tingling.  I could hear both the blended choir and each individual voice, simultaneously.  I told my mother about it the next morning, but she remained clearly skeptical of me.   Years later, as she drove home late at night on Sunrise Highway, she heard it too.  They were so loud that her car windows rattled.  It freaked her out, but I was forever vindicated when she shakily apologized to me for thinking me daft.

But what does this have to do with Roulette?  Or Howard Hughes?

We were all quite broke, the four of us.  Richard Hughes called his adoptive parents who were living on social security and shamefully begged them for money.  The rent was overdue, the car payment was about to be due, and there was no food.  The money arrived the next day via Western Union.  Richard handed me the  crisp $100 bill and said “Here, take this to a casino and see if you can run it up.  If you lose it, it’s ok.”

Well, no, if I lost it, it wouldn’t be ok, not at all.  I reluctantly took hold of the bill and set out on my mission.  The other three remained at the apartment.

I decided to go to the Stardust  ….

I sat down in my favorite spot and cashed in the entire $100 requesting $5 chips which were pushed toward me in a neat stack.  I looked at my scrawny stash and I felt my heart sink; only twenty precious chips and no room for error.  The nearly crushing pressure of such overwhelming responsibility had me trembling with fear.  But I knew better than to play like that, so I fixed my stare on the spinning wheel, slowed my breathing down and silently asked to be given a number.  Getting myself to a level of deep relaxation was key.

Suddenly, I was out of my body, floating close to the ceiling, looking down at the wheel, the table, the lady to my left, the stacks of chips, ash trays and cocktail glasses, and other players at the far end of the table.  The dealer released the ball and it sped around the wheel.  Then the voice came in the usual soft whisper from my left side…”seven”, it told me. I willed my body to pluck a single, precious five dollar chip from my stack and placed it on seven…and seven it was.  Pay the lady….$5 x 35.  I watched myself reach out and take the chips.  Then the voice softly spoke the next roll…ten.  If only I had done what I saw Craig do…reinvest the bet…if only.  But instead,  I drew a single $5 chip and slid it over number 10…pay the lady, $5 x 35.

But then there came a silence, a terrible silence.  I was puzzled by the silence.  What is the number?  O or OO, no doubt.  I did not place a bet that roll and the number was OO.  Nobody had covered the zeros on that roll…house takes all.

The dealer swept the table with his arms and quickly gathered up all the chips and rapidly stacked them…but I had no chips among them, having withheld my bet.  And then the voice spoke to me one last time.  Again, I bet just a single $5 chip…and again, pay the lady.  But then, something dreadful happened.  The woman seated to my immediate left finally noticed that I was betting  just a single chip each roll and hitting every time.  She became excited and stretched to be ready to follow my next bet but as she stretched, her ample bosom knocked over my pool of stacked chips and the noise of the cascade broke my “float”.

I fell back into my body with a thud, turned and scowled at the woman, and then angrily demanded to cash out.  I was so angry!   But I knew that I had covered the rent and the car and that there would be plenty left to buy food for awhile.  My fury turned to gratitude by the time I reached the apartment.  That money brought such relief to everyone.

From an edition of Boccaccio's De Casibus Viro...

Boccaccio’s Lady Fortune

Had I the utter, unshakable faith that Craig had, had I kept on reinvesting the bet, everything would have been different.  But I didn’t. Even heaven couldn’t save me from my own fear.  Mastering that lesson lay well in the future.  The universe just keeps handing you the same lesson over and over again until you conquer it, at which point it calls up the next big lesson and the game begins anew.

Ultimately, the only thing that any of us has the potential to control is our own personal consciousness, our own personal fears, and how we go about the business of our own personal growth.  The universe will always grab hold of our greatest fears and shove them in our face.  That, my friends, is the basic program that runs silently in the background as the wheel of life spins round and round.  What are your deepest fears and what will you do with them?  How will you play the hand that you are dealt?

Revelations by Richard Robard Hughes-

Hughes Communication Satellite

Hughes Communication Satellite

Part 2

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH HOWIE

 As I lay there on the bed, the more I thought the more confused I became. I wondered,” why me”?  I was just a country boy and was totally unqualified to take on something like this.  Then it occurred to me that I did not ask for this, it had just been offered to me.  For whatever reason, maybe it was just meant to be and why not roll with it?  One thing for sure, I was damned sure to find out very shortly and the word “SOON”, might mean anything from one minute to forty five years or anything in between, as will become evident as the story continues.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a knock at the door. I noted that there was a TV screen mounted in the door and I could see that it was Billy. I opened the door and he came in. I said, “well that’s pretty cool”, pointing at the screen.  He replied,” if you think that’s cool just wait what’s coming later tonight and tomorrow.  You won’t believe your eyes but let me assure that it is all real. Howard wants you to call your wife and tell her you won’t be back ‘til tomorrow morning. He will be down in a few minutes to talk with you and let me assure you that he is a good, honest and brilliant man. Be sure that you always listen to him and obey all he asks of you, you will be very happy that you did. To call your wife just pick up the phone on the bed and tell whoever picks up that you need to call your wife and they will put you through. I gotta run now but I will see you again very soon.  Have a good night and hang on to your hat.  You are in for quite a ride”.

Billy shook hands and then he left. I headed straight for the phone and did as Billy had instructed and in a moment was connected with my wife. She was happy to hear from me and wondered where I was. I explained to her that the business was going to take longer than I thought and that it would be in the morning before I could make it back. I told her that I was sorry. I could not explain more. She was great that way and said “ok well, just be careful and I will see you then”. I told her that at some point I would try to explain more.  We said good bye and hung up.

I swear it was not two seconds and there was a knock at the door and as I got up and looked at the screen I could see that it was Howard. I opened the door and he was dressed in a black jump suit with HH on the chest, monogrammed in gold. He said “Hi Richard, ready to go down the rabbit hole with me”?, and laughed.  He stuck out his hand and shook.  I said” don’t I need to wash my hands or something”?  He said, “pay no attention to that, it’s just part of a mystique I am building around myself for now and in the future.  Blows peoples’ minds, doesn’t it”?  I replied “for sure”.

We had a seat on a beautiful couch and Howard asked me if I would like anything to drink. Before I could answer he said, “oh, yeah you like unsweetened iced tea, right”?  I replied “yes sir”, amazed at how he knew that. He chuckled and told me that I need not call him sir unless he was pissed off. Within moments of his offer of a beverage, there was a knock at the door and Howard opened it.  There stood a man dressed in a red jump suit with an HH monogrammed in silver.  He rolled in a shiny silver cart with my tea on it. The man bowed to Howard and was gone; the cart had a pitcher of tea and a glass. Howard poured my tea and then handed it to me.

I took a few sips and then Howard said “let’s get started” as he motioned me toward one of the walls where he pushed a button anda panel slid to the side revealing a screen with a diagram of the complex. It looked like a small tube within a much larger tube with six floors built around the core with a seventh floor at the bottom in a square. He explained “as you can see the complex has seven floors with a hanger at the top and on the seventh floor is our power supply and other things you will be shown at a later date”. He returned to the couch as the panel slid shut and continued to explain.

“I am sure that you noticed when you went to the chopper pad to come here that one of my men seemed to talk to himself and then the chopper arrived”. I admitted that I had indeed noticed and had wondered what that was about.  “Quite simple”, he said.  “We call it an earphone which is controlled by a device planted in the top of the mouth which can be activated by the tongue.  This connects to a ring of satellites that circle the globe at all times controlled by our control center here. Richard, most all you see here is about twenty to thirty years in the future and before you ask how that is accomplished let me tell you that we are deeply entrenched with the military industrial complex. This allows us to do most anything with any phase of the military and government we wish and a large portion of industry around the world. Our organization is controlled by a small number of men from all involved parties. I am the head of this organization and this will remain in effect until I am gone”.   

“My son you have to understand that there is no love on either of our parts.  Hell, we don’t even know each other, however I will bet I may know more about you than you do about yourself as I have watched you for so long. I will tell you that with me it is the blood line which is most important of all. You are my son and the first of the bloodline and if I can train you properly then you should be next in line to me. In the morning we plan to put an earphone in you and you will be connected to the system. Then he looked me dead in the eyes with eyes that seemed to almost change to a steel look and said, now will be you’re last chance to get out of this and there will be no turning back.  I must also inform you that with each earphone a small explosive device is implanted to take care of any situation.  If you were to be compromised and if required, please understand that I never hesitate to resolve a problem. I want you to know that there will be many tests that I will put you through.  You will not know when they are happening, just do what you think is best at the time. Think about it for a moment and give me your answer”.  I said, “Sir, I do not have to think about it, I already have and my answer is yes. I have no real idea why me but I think this is something that is meant to be, so let’s go right ahead; I look most forward to it!” Howard stood up and I also, he said “great, we have a deal!’. He then asked if I would like some coffee and I responded yes. Coffee came, soon followed by a visit from a man that Howard wanted me to meet.

A tall man entered the room dressed in a black suit like Howard’s, gold H’s and all, Howard said, Richard this is Eli Constantine but we call him Sam. Sam is my second in command and will be one of your trainers. We shook hands and Sam said I had someone else to meet and we would talk later. I said it was a pleasure and he was on his way.

Howard motioned for me to have a seat and we started to drink our coffee, he asked me how I felt about everything. I said that I felt like I was in a fairy tale and could not wake up but I added that this was the most fascinating thing I had ever seen and could not wait for the next thing to happen. He laughed and said that this was no fairy tale and I was seeing some of the greatest accomplishments of his life and that it was really nice to share them with me and he looked forward to much more. There was a knock at the door and Howard said, “speaking of what is next, well here it is. Just try not to lose it.”  He laughed as though very pleased with himself. He opened the door and I did almost lose it.  What stood before me was a man that looked just like me.  I was speechless as he stuck out his hand and said, “Hi I’m Jim and I am your double”.  I remember just flopping back on the couch and saying “ Oh, Shit.” I just sat there dazed as Howard offered Jim a cup of coffee.  Jim accepted.  Howard said that we should keep this brief because there would be much time in the future when all would become clear. He told me that Jim would be able to take my place at anytime which would allow me to be wherever I needed to be for training and other things. He said no one could tell the difference as Jim had spent years learning all about me and how to act just as I did. He would fill in with my wife and she would never know the difference. Jim was to return to Betty the morning and that they would return home and that I would follow the next day where Jim and I would meet and switch places. Howard said that I and Jim would again soon and fill in the spaces. He thanked Jim for coming.  I stared at Jim in amazement.  He shook my hand again and said that he looked forward to working with me. Jim then exited the room.

Howard took me to the back wall by the bathroom and pushed a button.  The wall slid to the side to reveal  two more rooms; one was a duplicate control room and office where he said I would be using for my studies when at the complex. The other room was my bedroom, a king-size bed, bathroom and all the rest. One of the most beautiful rooms I had ever seen. First class all the way. He showed me a closet that contained six jumpsuits all in black with RH in gold on the breast, he said that these were mine now and that I should have one on in the morning when I was ready to leave for surgery, a closet next to it which contained duplicates of four of my normal street clothes. He said he was going to leave and let me get some sleep and that he had taken the liberty of ordering me a meal of fried shrimp and fries. I was told to be ready to leave at seven in the morning and to expect a wakeup call at six. I walked him to the front door where he asked, “quite a day don’t you think”?  I replied “Lord yes” and thanked him for the chance at all of this. He chuckled again and said, “don’t thank me yet.  We have just begun.  Let’s hope you feel the same way in ten years”. He said goodnight and left. I felt like my brain was flat fried and all of a sudden I was tired all over.

In just a few minutes my food arrived, the best shrimp I think I have ever had.  I wondered how he knew my favorite food was shrimp but he knew everything else so why not that?  I finished my dinner and went straight to bed and was fast asleep.

Bright and sharp at 6AM the phone rang and I was instructed to be ready at 7AM and not to drink or eat anything. I thought well, hell that’s not a problem, you have all the food. Sure enough at 7AM the knock came and there were two men with a wheelchair. I invited them in and they said they needed to draw some blood and insert two IV lines, which they promptly did.

We then left the room, went down the circular hall to an elevator, got on and I was taken up one floor to the hospital area and medical research center. As we got off I was greeted by Howard who asked how I was feeling. I said great and scared to death. He laughed and said there was nothing to worry about, that they had the most advanced medical tools in the world and they would be using lasers that could make a cut and then seal it back up and that I probably would not even know anything had happened. The techs then rolled me to an operating table and put me on it. Two men in scrubs introduced themselves as my doctors and assured me there was nothing to worry about. I looked over at Howard who was smiling and WHAMM the lights went out.

When I came to I realized that I was back in the bed in my room, Howard was there with one of the docs and one tech. The tech stepped in to the next room and had a seat at the console. Howard said now listen to this and he motioned the tech. My head almost exploded as I heard “power on Richard this is control”.  I said, “Holy Shit that nearly blew my head off!” Howard laughed and said “yes, but was it clear”. I said “fuck yes but how about turning it down”?

Hughes Network Systems Logo

Hughes Network Systems Logo

He laughed and said, remember “no pain, no gain”.  He was like a kid in a candy store and having a ball. He spoke to the tech and we went through a series of retries and got it just perfect. He told me not to worry, that I would get used to it. The doctor instructed me to run my tongue across the top of my mouth and asked if I felt any pain.  I did not. All I felt was just a small scratchy piece on the roof of my mouth. He asked me to feel toward the far back and see if I felt two small bumps which I did. Howard said the bump in the front was to call control and the one in back was a direct line to him. I pushed the one in front and he said say “power on” to control and I did.  They responded “Control here Richard”. Howard told me to close out with “control, I am clear”. We then tried this and it worked fine. Howard said, “well, it’s time to go home.  Can you walk”?   I could. He told me to change to my civvies and we would go. I thanked the doc and the tech and they were gone. After changing Howard led me out of the room and we got on the elevator and he pushed the down button and we went down one floor and got off. He said “I just wanted to show you one more thing” as we entered a room that in the center had a gigantic globe of the earth with satellites circling around it. He said this was a model of the satellites we communicate with and each one has a laser with weapons grade capabilities. He motioned me to the wall and had me look through a small glass where I saw a silver disc mounted on a stand at one end and a large rock mounted on the other. He handed me some glasses, turned a few dials on the wall and pushed a button on the wall and a bright stream of light came out of the disc and shot straight for the rock which both started to melt and then exploded. He then turned the machine off, and said “pretty cool, huh”?  I said “damn straight”! He said “I thought you would like that”. I was beginning to like this guy!

Howard took me up to the hanger said he would be in touch soon and to have a good flight home. He said, “by the way, I am sending you home on my plane, have fun”!  I saw that the jet star looked much larger than the one I came in on. As I climbed on board I saw a blast shield rise behind us as the co pilot closed the door. He introduced himself and the pilot and said “Mr. Hughes thought you might like to ride up front so please take my seat and I will read a book”. I said thank you and sat down in the co pilot’s seat.  The pilot warned me, “this may be a little different take off to what you’ve ever had. Ready”?  I replied ”yes sir”. He pushed the throttles forward and with a loud boom the plane shot down the runway and shot straight up into the sky.  This ain’t your normal jet star, I thought to myself.

                                                         TO BE CONTINUED

Revelations by Richard Robard Hughes

And the Truth Shall Set You Free

And the Truth Shall Set You Free

Richard R. Hughes has agreed to tell his story and you will see it build before your eyes over time.  I suggest that you bookmark the site and keep checking as his story unfurls here.

I also suggest that you send links to your friends, post links on Facebook, Twitter it out…  whatever it takes to get this information out.  Richard is disabled so progress will be slow but the wait will be worthwhile.

I am hoping that as he reveals the secret modern history of our nation, he will help us to rewrite our future.   It is long past time for all of us to know the truth….maybe, just maybe, once you know the truth, we can all be free.  And while we are at it, let’s see if we can stop Armageddon, too.

For the record, I am helping him by editing his original drafts, but nothing will be posted without his approval.  Essentially, he sends me paragraphs and I edit them down while preserving the facts that he provides.  This is not fiction, nor is it intended to be taken as fiction.  This is the extraordinary experience of an ordinary man.

OK, Richard, you now have a forum to tell us what you know.  Over to you, old friend.

Prologue

I’d like to introduce myself to you.  My name is Richard Robard Hughes and I am sixty six years old, disabled, and disgusted.  I am disgusted by the secrets that I have kept and the people that those secrets have protected.   The secrets I have kept have certainly ruined my life and many other lives as well.  It is time that I tell my story before time runs out.  What I am about to reveal to you will sound impossible, maybe even crazy.  But what I am about to tell you is true.   And every bit of it is as disturbing as hell.  Please understand that I do this at great personal risk.   Some people will do anything to protect themselves, their fortunes and their power.  Some people will do anything to keep a secret a secret.

I was adopted as an infant from the Edna Gladney Home located in Fort Worth, Texas.  I had a normal childhood and I had no idea who my biological parents were until I was twenty four years old.   That is when I found out that daddy was actually the infamous Howard Hughes, one of the richest and most powerful men of all time.  Few people realize just how powerful this man actually was.  They think of him as a mentally deranged, addicted recluse who ran his business from some dark, shades- drawn hotel room.  But contrary to popular belief, the man ran his operation primarily from an underground complex in the Pacific, longitude and latitude to be released at a future date.  This is a completely clandestine facility still in operation today, along with several others.  All of these locations are known to me, right down to the seconds of arc.  I know because I spent time in those super secret bases with my father, Howard Hughes.

But I am getting ahead of myself.  Let me tell you how it all started.

THE MEETING

AT FIRST THOUGHT I HAD PLANNED TO COVER THE STORY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING BUT NOW HAVE DECIDED TO START WITH MY FIRST MEETING WITH MY FATHER, HOWARD HUGHES. WE WILL RETURN IN THE FUTURE AND I WILL COVER THE EARLY DAYS AND HOW IT ALL BEGAN. FOR THE FIRST FEW YEARS I HAD BEEN MENTORED BY A FILM PRODUCER I HAD MET FROM CALIFORNIA, BUT WE WILL COVER THAT LATER, FOR NOW LET US JUST CALL HIM BW OR BILLY.

IN EARLY JUNE OF 1970 BILLY INSTRUCTED ME THAT I SHOULD PLAN A TRIP TO HAWAII WHERE I WOULD BE ABLE TO MEET MY FATHER,  HE SAID I COULD TAKE MY WIFE AND SUGGESTED THAT WE INVITE HER SISTER SO SHE WOULD HAVE SOMEONE TO HAVE WITH HER WHILE I WAS GONE FOR A PERIOD OF TIME. NEEDLESS TO SAY. THIS REALLY GOT MY ATTENTION AND I WAS LOOKING MOST FORWARD TO IT. THE DAYS PASSED QUICKLY AND BEFORE I KNEW IT I WAS ON A 747 HEADED FOR HAWAII WITH WIFE # TWO AND HER SISTER IN TOE.( BACKGROUND: I HAVE BEEN MARRIED THREE TIMES, ONE FOR 2 YEARS, THE SECOND FOR 5 AND THE LAST FOR 38 SO FAR. ) AS THE PLANE FLEW ON I COULD NOT HELP BUT WONDER WHAT THE NEXT FEW DAYS WOULD HOLD FOR ME. THE WHOLE THING SEEMED LIKE A DREAM, AND LOOKING BACK UPON IT NOW, EVEN MORE SO. WHEN I FIRST HEARD THAT I WAS HOWARD HUGHES SON I SHOULD HAVE RUN AS FAR AND FAST AS I COULD.BUT IT WAS SEDUCTIVE AS HELL, AS YOU WILL SOON SEE, AND MUCH TOO HARD TO JUST TURN MY BACK AND WALK AWAY FROM IT.

UPON ARRIVAL IN HONOLULU I RENTED A MUSTANG AND DROVE TO THE HILTON HAWAIIAN VILLAGE AND CHECKED IN. BACK IN THOSE DAYS THEY HAD SMALL BUNGALOWS ON THE BEACH AND I RENTED ONE OF THOSE, A REAL TRIP FOR A COUNTRY BOY. THE FIRST TWO DAYS WE PLAYED ON THE BEACH, DROVE AROUND THE ISLAND, GREAT EATS AND IN GENERAL HAD A WONDERFUL TIME EXCEPT FOR THAT TERRIBLE SUNBURN WE ALL HAD.

ON THE THIRD MORNING I WAS HAVING COFFEE ON THE PORCH WHEN THE PHONE RANG, I ANSWERED AND IT WAS BILLY W. HE SAID “ARE YOU READY TO MEET YOUR FATHER? BECAUSE TODAY IS THE DAY SO YOU BETTER BE”. I TOLD HIM “YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT, WHAT DO I DO”? HE SAID HE WANTED ME TO MEET TWO MEN DRESSED IN BLACK SUITS IN THE LOBBY AND THAT I WAS TO GO WITH THEM AND NOT TO ASK ANY QUESTIONS. HE SAID TO MEET THEM AT 2 PM AND GO EARLY AND GO TO THE SMALL GIFT SHOP IN THE HOTEL AND TO ASK FOR WHIPSY DON,THAT I SHOULD ASK TO SEE THE SUN-MOON RING, AND THAT I SHOULD BUY ONE. I ASSURED HIM THAT I WOULD, HOPING THAT IT WAS NOT TOO EXPENSIVE.

I TALKED WITH MY WIFE, BETTY, AND TOLD HER THAT I NEEDED TO TEND TO SOME BUSINESS AND WOULD PROBABLY BE GONE THE WHOLE DAY. i INSTRUCTED HER TO TAKE THE CAR AND HAVE A GREAT TIME. BETTY WAS ALWAYS VERY UNDERSTANDING ABOUT WHAT I WAS INVOLVED IN AND NEVER ASKED QUESTIONS. SHE KISSED ME GOODBYE AND SAID TO BE CAREFUL. I WAS ON MY WAY.

AT 1:45 I WAS HEADED THROUGH THE HOTEL LOBBY AND HEADED TO THE GIFT STORE AND AS I WALKED IN I NOTICED THAT THEIR JEWELER SPECIALIZED IN GOLD JEWELRY AND THE MAKING THEREOF. I ASKED FOR WHIPSY DON AND WAS DIRECTED TO THE BACK OF THE STORE WHERE HE HAD HIS WORK STATION. HE WAS A SHORT MAN AND WAS RATHER LARGE AND I COULD TELL HE WAS HAWAIIAN.  HE STUCK OUT HIS HAND AND INTRODUCED HIMSELF WITH A VERY BROAD SMILE. HE SAID “HERE TO SEE THE RING?” I REPLIED WITH “YES, THE SUN AND MOON RING.” HIS EYES SEEMED TO LIGHT UP AND HE REPLIED “MOST GOOD, YOU WAIT, I BE RIGHT BACK, YOU WAIT.”  HE STEPPED INTO A BACK ROOM AND IN A FEW MINUTES WAS BACK WITH A BLACK VELVET TRAY THAT HAD SIX RINGS IN THE TRAY. THE RINGS LOOKED TO BE SOLID GOLD AND THEY WERE IN THE SHAPE OF A GOLD MOON AT FOURTH SIZE ON ONE SIDE AND A SUN DONE IN WHAT LOOKED LIKE BLACK ONYX ON THE OTHER WITH A SPLIT IN THE GOLD GOING AROUND THE FINGER. HE HELD MY FINGER FOR A MOMENT, REACHED DOWN, PICKED ONE AND PLACED IT ON MY FINGER. IT WAS A PERFECT FIT.  I WAS AMAZED THAT HE COULD TELL WHAT SIZE I WORE JUST BY LOOKING. HE ASKED ME TO WAIT AND HE RETURNED TO THE ROOM BEHIND HIM, TAKING BACK THE RINGS BUT LEAVING THE ONE ON MY FINGER. WHEN HE RETURNED I TOLD HIM HOW BEAUTIFUL IT WAS AND ASKED HOW MUCH IT WAS. HE TOLD ME THAT IT WAS A GIFT AND THAT IF HE REALLY LIKED SOMEONE HE WOULD GIVE THEM A GIFT AND THAT THIS WAS MINE. I REPLIED THAT HE DID NOT EVEN KNOW ME AND HE INSISTED THAT HE DID KNOW ME AND MY “CLOSEST ONE”, WHOEVER THAT WAS. HE SAID THAT I SHOULD ACCEPT IT, THAT IT WOULD MAKE HIM VERY HAPPY. HE SAID TO GIVE MY CLOSEST ONE HIS BEST. HE SAID I BETTER GO NOW BECAUSE SOMEONE WAS WAITING ON ME. AS I LOOKED AT THE FRONT DOOR I SAW TWO MEN AND ONE MOTIONED FOR ME TO COME. I THANKED WHIPSY DON, HE SAID THAT I WAS MOST WELCOME AND TO COME TO SEE HIM ANYTIME. I TURNED AND HEADED FOR THE DOOR.

Example of a sun-moon ring

This is similar to my actual ring

(My actual ring was gold, the left side was more oval and made of flat black onyx, and the crescent moon to the right was slightly more slender… but this is very similar)

AT THAT POINT I WAS NOT SURE WHAT I HAD BECOME A MEMBER OF BUT I SURE FELT IT WOULD BE VERY UNHEALTHY TO TURN DOWN THE MEMBERSHIP.

BOTH MEN SHOOK HANDS WITH ME BUT DID NOT OFFER A NAME WHILE THEY POINTED OUT RINGS ON THEIR FINGERS THAT LOOKED JUST LIKE MINE. THEY SAID I WAS TO FOLLOW THEM. WE WALKED DOWN THE SIDEWALK TO THE HOTEL NEXT DOOR AND AROUND BACK BY THE OCEAN WHERE THERE WAS A SMALL HELICOPTER PAD. WE STOOD IN SILENCE AND IN A FEW MOMENTS ONE MAN SPOKE, “POWER ON-PATCH ME THROUGH TO THE CHOPPER”.  A MOMENT PASSED AND HE SAID “WE ARE READY NOW-PICK US UP- I AM CLEAR” IT WAS LIKE HE WAS TALKING TO HIMSELF. IN A MINUTE I SAW A BELL JET RANGER LANDING ON THE PAD. WE ALL GOT IN, WITHOUT A WORD, LIFTED OFF AND HEADED SOUTH TOWARD THE AIRPORT. UPON ARRIVAL AT THE PRIVATE PLANE PART OF THE AIRPORT WE LANDED NEXT TO A HANGER , DISEIMBARKED. AND ENTERED THE BUILDING. BEFORE ME WAS A LOCKHEED JETSTAR, I KNEW BECAUSE AS KID I HAD ALWAYS LIKED PLANES AND STUDIED THEM. ALL BLUE AND WHITE IT WAS A GORGEOUS MACHINE! ONE OF THE MEN TOLD ME THAT WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO MEET MY FATHER. THAT I SHOULD JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY MYSELF AND HE OFFERED ME A DRINK. I OPTED FOR A COKE AS I HAD NEVER BEEN MUCH OF A DRINKER. AS THE PLANE LIFTED OFF THE RUNWAY I THOUGHT TO MYSELF “WELL, OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD”. I SURE DID NOT KNOW HOW TRUE THAT WOULD PROVE TO BE IN THE DAYS AND YEARS TO COME.

The Lockheed Jetstar

The Lockheed Jetstar

I COULD HARDLY SIT STILL I WAS SO EXCITED. WE FLEW FOR A LITTLE OVER AN HOUR AND BEGAN TO CIRCLE OVER THE OCEAN. THEN BELOW ME I COULD SEE AN ISLAND COME INTO SIGHT AND THE PLANE BEGAN TO CIRCLE AND LINE UP FOR AN APPROACH, AT FIRST I DID NOT SEE A RUNWAY AND THEN I SAW IT UP AHEAD WITH A HILL AT THE FAR END OF THE ISLAND AND PART OF THAT HILL WAS OPENING UP. MY MOUTH LITTERLY DROPPED OPEN AS WE SLOWED AND ROLLED INSIDE THE HILL. AS WE DEPARTED THE PLANE I LOOKED BACK AND SAW A LARGE DOOR CLOSING OVER THE HOLE. ON THE WALL ON THE SIDE OF THE HANGER I SAW TWO DOORS WITH A RED H ON EACH ONE. I WAS ESCORTED UP AND THE DOORS SLID OPEN. AS WE ENTERED A SMALL ROOM WITH AN ELEVATOR IN ONE SIDE. IT SWOOSHED OPEN AND WE ENTERED IT AND AS WE BEGAN TO DESCEND NOT A WORD WAS SPOKEN. WE WENT DOWN FOR FIVE FLOORS AND AS THE DOOR OPENED I SAW BILLY W STANDING THERE WITH HIS HAND OUTSTRETCHED AND A BIG SMILE ON HIS FACE. HE SAID “WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PLACE?” AS WE SHOOK HANDS HE PATTED ME ON THE BACK WITH ME BEING SPEECHLESS. HE SAID “DON’T WORRY, YOU WILL GET USED TO IT.” I THOUGHT TO MYSELF THAT I’D NEVER GET USED TO THIS, BUT IN TIME I DID!

Niihau Island

Niihau, the Forbidden Island

WE TURNED DOWN A HALLWAY THAT WAS COVERED IN RED CARPET THE ENTIRE LENGTH. THE HALL WAS LONG AND UP AHEAD I COULD SEE TWO DOORS WITH A LARGE “H” ON EACH ONE. WE STOPPED AND BILLY SAID “ARE YOU READY.” I REPLIED THAT I WAS. WE STEPPED TO THE SIDE AND THERE WERE TWO WASH BASINS. BILLY INSTRUCTED ME TO WASH MY HANDS. THE MOST AWFUL SMELLING LIQUID CAME OUT AND WHEN I FINISHED I RINSED OF AND BILLY LAUGHED AND SAID. DON’T WORRY YOUR FATHER IS JUST A LITTLE TOUCHY ABOUT GERMS AND USUALLY DOES NOT SHAKE HANDS WITH PEOPLE. BILLY THEN OPENED A DOOR IN THE WALL AND WITHDREW TWO RED JUMPSUITS WHICH HE HANDED ME AND TOLD ME TO PUT ONE ON AND HE DID THE SAME THING. EACH SUIT HAD HH ON THE BREAST OF IT. OK, WHAT NEXT, I WONDERED

AS WE ENTERED THE ROOM I SAW A LARGE CONSOLE IN FRONT OF US WITH A MAN IN A BUSINESS SUIT WITH HIS BACK TO US. AS I GLANCED AROUND I COULD SEE THAT ONE ENTIRE WALL WAS COVERED WITH A MAP OF THE WORLD AND ALL OVER IT WERE DIGITAL READOUTS. (WE WILL COVER MORE ABOUT THIS LATER) THE MAN TURNED AROUND AND STOOD UP. AS I LOOKED I WAS SURE THAT I HAD SEEN THAT FACE BEFORE, BUT WHERE? IT WAS SIMPLE AND BILLY SAID “THIS IS YOUR FATHER.” WITH THAT THE MAN STUCK OUT HIS HAND AND SAID “HELLO, RICHARD.”I WAS SHOCKED BECAUSE THAT WAS NOT MY NAME. THE MAN WAS QUICK TO EXPLAIN THAT RICHARD WAS THE NAME THAT HE HAD GIVEN ME AT BIRTH AND WAS CHANGED WHEN I WAS ADOPTED.

HE HAD ME SIT DOWN AT A LARGE SCREEN IN THE CENTER OF THE CONSOLE AMONG A LARGE NUMBER OF SMALLER ONES. I WAS THEN ABLE TO SEE A PICTORIAL OF ME FROM BEING A BABY ALL THROUGH MY OLDER LIFE. THE MAN AND BILLY TURNED TOWARD ME AND BILLY SAID “YOUR FATHER IS HOWARD HUGHES, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?” HELL YES I KNEW WHAT THAT MEANT! I WAS THE SON OF ONE OF THE RICHEST MEN IN THE WORLD, IF NOT THE RICHEST. I TRIED TO KEEP MY COOL AND ANSWERED THAT I DID KNOW WHO HE WAS AND WAS HONORED TO BE HIS SON. HOWARD SAID THAT HE WANTED ME TO TAKE A MINUTE AND MAKE SURE THAT THIS WAS WHAT I WANTED AND THAT IT WAS MY FREE WILL. I THOUGHT AND THEN SAID THAT I WAS SURE.THEN HE TURNED OFF THE PANEL AGAIN,TURNED TO ME AND SAID,  “OK, THEN THIS HOW IT WILL BE. I WILL SPEAK AND YOU WILL LISTER. WHEN I SAY THAT TO YOU, I MEAN THAT YOU DO JUST THAT.  I DID NOT GET TO WHERE I AM TODAY BY BEING EASY ON PEOPLE. PEOPLE ARE ONLY A PROPERTY WHICH YOU USE TO YOUR OWN ADVANTAGE. I REALIZE THIS IS HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND NOW BUT IN TIME I WILL TEACH YOU AND YOU WILL LEARN”.

I WAS TOLD THAT I WOULD BE TAKEN TO A ROOM FOR ONE HOUR TO THINK ABOUT ALL THIS AND THEN WE WOULD GET BACK TOGETHER. BILLY AND I GOT UP AND LEFT AND HE TOOK ME TO A SUPER ROOM IN THE COMPLEX WHERE BILLY SAT WAITING. HE SAID THAT HE KNEW I WOULD BE GIVEN ONE MORE CHANCE TO GET OUT OF IT TONIGHT. THAT I SHOULD MAKE VERY SURE THAT THIS IS WHAT I WANTED. HE SAID THAT IT WOULD BE VERY LONG AND HARD FOR ME BUT THAT IN THE END I WOULD GET EVERYTHING HOWARD HAD AND BE WELL TRAINED TO HANDLE IT. I WANTED TO ASK HIM SOME MORE QUESTIONS BUT HE SAID THIS WAS SOMETHING I HAD TO LOOK INSIDE MY SELF DRAW THE BEST PATH OF ACTION.HE TOLD ME HE WOULD BE BACK IN ABOUT AN HOUR. I LAID BACK ON THE BED AND THOUGHT TO MY SELF,”WHAT IN THE HELL WAS GOING ON HERE AND WHAT SHOULD I DO”?

The 8 Main Hawaiian Islands

The 8 Main Hawaiian Islands

TO BE CONTINUED:

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HOW IS THE ORGANIZATION CONNECTED WITH THE MILITARY – INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX.

Book Review-Boxes:The Secret Life of Howard Hughes


Eva's Howard Hughes
Eva’s Howard Hughes

as told by Major General (Ret.) Mark Musick, and written by Doug Wellman

It started with a comment left recently on one of my Hughes related blog articles telling me that Howard didn’t die in 1976.  It  was chilling to read because back in early April 1976, that’s what Richard had said to me…”Don’t worry.  That wasn’t Howard, it was one of his doubles.”  As one might imagine, with that one sentence,  Major General (Ret) Mark Musick had me hooked.

(To see Mark’s comment, click here: https://adriaen22.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/howard-r-hughesmysterious-billionaire/)

I immediately wrote back to him and a regular correspondence began.  The photo of a much older Howard (or possibly, a version of Howard?) was given to Mark by Eva and appears to the right. (Courtesy of Major General (Ret,) Mark Musick

I obtained a copy of Doug and Mark’s book hoping that it would shed light on the mystery of my friend Richard and his claims of being Howard Robard Hughes‘ illegitimate son…but it did not.  Instead, it added a thick, sticky layer of yet more mystery and confusion.  But let’s begin at the beginning…

Boxes: The Secret Life of Howard Hughes, tells the story of Eva McLelland, who at age 86, met Mark Musick through a chance business encounter and she decided to share her secret with him, and what a show stopping secret she had!  At first, as anyone would be, Mark was skeptical.  But over time, he began to realize that Eva’s stories and answers were earnest, confident and consistent.  Over time, she even shared her various documents with him and photocopies of Eva’s documents appear in the book.

According to Mark, she told him of meeting a very handsome man down in Panama at the Howard Air Force Base in 1969, a highly secretive and mysterious sort of guy.  He was always surrounded by a small cadre of men in suits which he never explained.  He was charming, highly intelligent, and breathtaking in a suit.  He was Howard Hughes, but he had an I.D. for a Nik Nicely.

However, the physical description of Nik Nicely on the I.D. did not match the much taller (and older) fellow whom she married one year later.   The mysterious Nik had trained her early on not to ask questions and not to expect truthful answers.  “It’s better that you don’t know” was his typical response.  So, for a long time, poor Eva knew very little with any certainty.  In marrying this man, she had unwittingly crossed over into some kind of twilight zone existence, a feeling that I know all too well.

Eva described a man with bright blue eyes and a burn scarred hand, a man who was dying his black hair blond. Howard did have black hair, but his eyes were a dark brown, not electric blue….yet Howard did have a severely burned hand from the 1947 crash into a Beverly Hills neighborhood.   Blue eyes???

He was secretive and strange, often disappearing for weeks or months at a time, even after they married.  His absences always went unexplained.  Where’s Waldo?

I might have discounted her personal tale but for one critical detail.  She related an experience to Mark that links her firmly to Hughes and it is a detail that shocked me when I read it.  The experience involves a phone call that “Nik” helped Eva to make from Panama using a technology that simply did not exist at the time…a technology that Richard Hughes had described to me back in 1975.  This was a technology that was not to be released to the general public for many more years to come.

Eva was allowed to use a satellite phone.   In spite of the blue eyes, that one detail did it for me.  I began to believe.

There are several other details in Eva’s story that lend credibility to her tale and one in particular that shocked me as much as her story of using the satellite phone, but I will leave those for you to discover.  Hughes was a man of great mystery, after all, so it is fitting to leave some things unexplained, is it not?

Signature of Howard Hughes

Howard Hughes’signature-wikipedia

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Roulette Las Vegas Style

Wheel of fortune. Shot wide open using 50mm/f1...

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Roulette Las Vegas Style

When I first moved to Las Vegas, I preferred playing Roulette at the Hilton.

Because I am so short, I take the second seat from the wheel whenever I can get it.  Chair number two affords me access to all the numbers without tipping my bottom to the world.  What I saw one night will stay with me until the day I die.

I was sipping on my Smith and Curran, betting the minimums, not doing poorly, and not doing well.   In the distance, a short, muscular square jawed man began to approach the wheel.  He was middle aged and really shouldn’t have been wearing his shirt quite so tight, nor with so many buttons undone.  Grayish chest hairs curled around a thick gold chain and a pendant of the number “32”.  He said his name was Craig and that he loved number 32.

He sat squarely on the chair at the foot of the board and I remember thinking that he’d have trouble placing bets up at the top end where I was.  He cashed in for $100 chips, two stacks of them. , and then he reached into his pants pocket and drew out a piece of green cloth which he placed squarely in front of him.  It was a section of old Roulette board felt of the number “32”.  He placed several $100 chips straight up on number 32…no other bets.  “Idiot”, I thought.  The ball began to spin around, around, around.  At last it began its decent toward the number wells….ping, ping, ping, plop….32, no way!  I watched the dealer counting up the considerable winnings, and then slide them over to Craig.  Craig threw back some of the black chips to the dealer, took back his original bet, and then stacked all the rest on 32.  In essence, Craig was letting it ride…insane.

Once again…around, around, ping, ping, plop, 32.  Bullshit!!! But once again, Craig was paid a fortune.  He tried to let it all ride again, but the pit boss was summoned.  The betting limit was explained to Craig, so he adjusted his wager…yeah, number 32…only number 32…and yes, it hit again.  By this point, I was in such a state of shock and disbelief that I was unable to calculate the odds against the number 32 coming up three times straight, much less the amount of money sitting in front of Craig.  They had stopped paying him in chips by that point (he had them all) and were giving him notes instead.

He bet the table limit on 32 once again, for the fourth time.  My entire being was trembling…what if 32 hits again?  It’s so damned unlikely.  But so were rolls one, two and three.  I had reached a critical point.  I was beginning to believe.   When 32 hit for the fourth time, Craig threw a pile of his blacks to the dealer and abruptly stood up to cash out.  He strode away, reeking with triumph.  I am sure that he marched straight to the cashier’s cage.  This experience taught me a big lesson about blind belief in odds.  And I swear that lesson has served me well ever since.  Nearly two years  later, I was destined to have my own Craig moment.

Hughes Resonance-Ripples in the Water

I recently found this article written in 1946 that chronicles Hughes’ infamous

Hughes Survived This

crash into a Beverly Hills neighborhood.  There are photos of the wreckage which impacted me (no pun intended)>  The crash occurred on July 7, 1946.http://www.check-six.com/Crash_Sites/XF-11_crash_site.htm

Hughes finished his spectacular slide in the back of the house at 803 Whittier Dr as you will see from the map in the article.

Now, in 1985, I went to work for the magnetic and enigmatic Dennis Holt at Western In’l Media Corp.  Somewhere in the late 1980’s around the time that Dennis married my ex PGW co-worker, Brooks Oliver, he bought the house at 820 Whittier, a few doors down from the place where Hughes had crashed 40 years earlier.

I had worked with Brooks at PGW in the late 1970’s and she often mentioned that she wanted to live on Whittier Drive. When you wish upon a star…

Anyway, Media Director Jody Caldwell,  the woman who made behemoth Western In’l into what it was operationally, was in her late 60’s by the time I started working there.  She liked me quite a bit and one day when we were shooting the breeze in her office, she started telling me about her childhood and such. I was totally unprepared to hear her casually tell me that she had worked as Howard Hughes’ personal secretary on Romaine Street.  But she just went silent and would not respond to my excited questions. She just looked down at her desk and clamped her mouth shut.  Oops. It seems that Hughes’ command for secrecy extended well beyond the grave.  But then again, he wasn’t really dead yet, was he?

Hughes Headquarters

In the 50’s, Hughes lived in a house located on the property of the Desert Inn Hotel in Las Vegas.  I am, by the oddest of odd coincidences, one of the few private citizens ever invited to stay in that house overnight.  This happened in the early 1980’s.  The television station that Hughes owned, KLAS-TV, was just a few yards away.  The history of the Hughes house can be read here: http://www.8newsnow.com/story/964897/history-of-the-klastv-howard-hughes-house

The national sales manager of KLAS had invited me to stay overnight in the house.  I was invited back again in 1997 by the KLAS news director. The house had been changed into a private museum by then so sleep over privileges were no longer extended to anyone. Instead, I got a private tour.  A large map of Las Vegas from the 50’s covered one wall.  I marveled at the barrenness, the absence of roads and homes.  It was wide open space, just a great expanse of desert scrub.  I reflected on how the city looked back in the 70’s when I had  lived there.  The east-west  axis street of Sahara was well developed at that time but not much else.  With the exception of the strip, it was a dusty, ugly, scrubby, soulless  little town.
So, to recap, I go to work for a guy who buys a house in the neighborhood that Hughes had crashed into, find out that his Media Director used to be Hughes’ personal secretary, sleep in Hughes’s Las Vegas house, am invited to tour the house again when it became a private museum, and spent three years with one of his purported illegitimate children a decade earlier…hmmm.
Coming up:
The Glomar Explorer and the things that Richard said about the Soviet K129….and the Spanish galleon…and the gold.

The Faked Death of Howard Robard Hughes

I was sharing an apartment in Las Vegas with Richard

Howard Hughes's gravestone

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Robard Hughes in April 1976 and when the news hit regarding Howard Hughes’ “death”, Richard assured me that Howard was still very much alive.  It was one of Hughes’ doubles, a heroin addict, that died down in Acapulco, Mexico, he said.  It wasn’t long before a flurry of Howard Hughes wills  hit the Las Vegas probate court.  The Mormons had one, Melvin Dummar had one.  Hell, even Richard had one.  To my memory, the court ruled in favor of the Summa Corp./Mormon will at the time but the Loomis side of Hughes’ family filed a challenge.  I do not know who prevailed in the end.  I can only say that it wasn’t Richard.

Apparently, there is a Harry Hughes who also claims to be an illegitimate son of Howard Hughes who, like Richard, claims to have an implant near his eardrum that connects to a satellite.   Here is an interview with Harry. 
Notice how you want to discount him because of the fantastic meanderings.  To me, this says that he has been programmed with disinformation, possibly in order to distract from a few kernels of truth that he embodies in his tale, such as the ear implant which Richard did have.  It is important to somebody, somewhere that poor Harry comes off as being utterly insane.  This little video of Harry does a very good job of connecting the concept of satellite linked ear bud and “insane”.
I will say that Richard was a great deal more grounded than this Harry fellow.  Richard was always measured, factual and specific as well as in possession of documents that supported his claims. It is Harry’s claim of having that satellite-linked implant that captures my attention.  Harry mentions Katharine Hepburn and rumors of her having a son which he surmises might be himself, but he bears no resemblance to her.  Richard, on the other hand, has her facial structure and complexion.

Katharine Hepburn

 After Howard’s April ’76  “death”,  Richard told me that Howard visited Las Vegas from time to time but that he wore disguises…changed his appearance with makeup and false noses and other rubbery apparatus that Howard had on hand, procured from his Hollywood studio days.  One day, I was playing roulette and a man sat down at the table.  He looked very odd and I stared at him quite a bit.  He wore a tool belt with some common items hanging from it…hammer, flashlight, screw drivers.  When I got back to the apartment, Richard asked me if I had recognized Howard.  I told him about the odd man at the table with the tool belt.  He said that was him, that he was in town and that it was Howard at the table…that the belt was a pun of sorts…a play on “Hughes Tool Co.”.  But truthfully, to this day, I have never been sure of anything surrounding Richard Hughes nor the off looking man at the table.
Of all that Richard told me, the story of the Glomar Explorer has always been my favorite.  It involved a Russian sub (the K129), a Spanish galleon, and gold…lots of gold.  And there was the messy incident at the Watergate Hotel that brought down President Richard Nixon.  Howard was the man behind the scenes pulling the strings on so many interesting puppets.  And Howard was ever so tight with the CIA.  Just try to imagine the mischief quotient of that particular combination.
Signature of Howard Hughes

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Richard Robard Hughes|The Double

Richard Robard Hughes-Playing Doubles

Uday on left,Latif Yahia right

Uday on left,Latif Yahia right

I can’t remember exactly when it was that Richard introduced me to the concept that he had a double.    “His name is Jim.  He got picked because he had my basic bone structure.  The doctors did work on him and he is so close in looks to me, he really is.  It’s hard to tell us apart”. “They pay Jim quite a lot”, he chuckled. Like everything else he told me along the way, I took it with a grain of salt.  It was all so utterly fantastic, my young Long Island brain really could not successfully process it.

Richard’s favorite sandwich was the Monte Cristo and he especially liked the one they made at the MGM Grand coffee shop.  I had never heard of a Monte Cristo sandwich before the day he met me for lunch and he ordered one.  When it arrived, he started eating it with a knife and fork.  “Why don’t you pick it up like a sandwich?” I inquired.   He smiled a little “you bumpkin” smile and explained that it is hot, fresh from being deep fried, and it is properly consumed with cutlery.  Point made.

Several weeks later, I was summoned once again to meet Richard in the MGM coffee shop where he once again ordered the Monte Cristo.  The conversation that day was decidedly different, dull and perfunctory.  He seemed very guarded, distracted and measured which he never had before.  He had always been open and eager to flood me with information, but this day was different.  His answers were brief, strained and he looked down a lot.  His complexion seemed off to me but I fought the idea that this might be the double….that there really WAS a double.  I shook the thought away and carried on with the mundane chit chat.  The sandwich finally arrived and he shocked me by picking it up with his hands.  I blurted out “Aren’t you going to use your knife and fork?”  He paused and looked at me with a genuine look of being perplexed.   I started to really study his face and it didn’t quite look like him, but then again it did.  I found myself  wondering, my disbelief wavering.

The next day, one of Richard’s insiders named Charley came by and chided Richard that he had run into his double, Jim, at the airport the previous morning.  “I kept saying hello but you didn’t seem to recognize me so it had to be Jim that I saw.  He looks just like you!”  I found myself wondering about the Monte Cristo sandwich all over again.

Richard told me that Howard had doubles as well.  I had read that somewhere about Howard.  Maybe it was in the Gemstone Files.  But one never knows what to make of such things.  There is always a strong tendency toward skepticism.  But then, just a couple of months ago, I saw the movie “Devil’s Double”, a true story of a man who closely resembled Saddam Hussein’s son, Uday and was forced to serve as his double after receiving some plastic surgery.  Saddam was portrayed as having a double as well.   I am thinking that the guy in the coffee shop really didn’t know how to eat a Monte Cristo after all.  And I am wondering about Bin Laden, Khaddafi….without the insider’s playbook, who knows who is who… and who is where.

To be continued…

Howard Robard Hughes

and the strange case of Richard Robard Hughes

Howard Handsome Hughes

When I was young, Howard was always in the news, most often for refusing to testify before Congress or for buying another Las Vegas casino.  I grew up and married.  Hughes had become utterly eccentric by then, hiding away on the top floor of his Desert Inn hotel and then running off to Nicaragua.

I could not have imagined that my life would have intersected with his.  I was just a little girl from Long Island.

The quirkiest time of my life had to be the Hughes years, although several other segments have come close to qualifying.  It all started with a tarot card reading.  I was young and new to Las Vegas.  I became friends with a Japanese girl named Machi and when she learned from my husband that I could read tarot, she clamored for a reading.  Her cards were unfortunate, predicting an immensely traumatic event in the near future and when it came to pass, she told everyone.  Suddenly, I was in demand and I found myself at the home of a meticulous Japanese housewife named Maria, cards spread before me, seeing something just a little outrageous.

I struggled to understand what I was seeing….”you are surrounded by money, but you can’t get your hands on any of it”.  She gasped, then rattled off the craziest story, a story that I was on the precipice of stepping into. a story that would go on for three years.  Alice down the rabbit hole, skirts a billowing.

“Papa knows a man”. (She always referred to her American husband as papa) “He is Richard Robard Hughes, the illegitimate son of Howard Hughes.  He is hiding from the FBI.”  And so it began.  “When Richard comes back to Las Vegas, I will introduce him to you.”

I learned that he was being sued by a man in New Mexico (Mr. Swann) for defrauding him of a significant amount of money.  Richard’s stance was that he borrowed the money predicated upon a transfer of funds promised by his biological father, Howard R. Hughes.  During the trial, it was asked of Richard how, precisely, he communicated with his “father” and Richard replied that he had a transmitter in his ear and received communication via satellite. It was 1973!!!!   Officially, there was no such technology at that time, .  He submitted to an x-ray and indeed there was a small fuse-like object close to his ear drum. I was shown the x-ray and I saw the object clearly. That was early in 1975.  And there STILL was no such technology, but there it was.

Richard fled New Mexico when the court refused to accept his x-ray as proof of having a highly sophisticated and technologically advanced device implanted in him.  His lawyer had tried to subpoena Hughes but Hughes did not appear as ordered leaving Richard alone to face the wolves.  Richard decided to run and he ran to Las Vegas   And that’s where the adventure began, skirts a billowing.

Continues here:

https://adriaen22.wordpress.com/2011/09/12/richard-robard-hughes/

Richard Robard Hughes

RKO Pictures

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Richard Robard Hughes

Ms Hepburn-Lion in Winter

I eventually met Richard.  I arrived at Maria’s and there he was, a very corpulent man dressed in what looked like military fatigues.  From the way he was dressed, he reminded me of Fidel Castro, right down to his cap and fat cigar.  I met with him many times after that and we became friends.  Over time, he told me many things.  And the things that he told me shocked me and opened my eyes.  Through him, I learned that the world we know, or think that we know, isn’t real at all

Richard Hughes was born in September of 1945 and was never sure who his mother was.  But he sure did look a lot like Katharine Hepburn.  He showed me his birth certificate.  The mother’s name was redacted, showing only the name of the father who was clearly stated as Howard Robard Hughes. He also showed me his adoption papers from the Edna Gladney Home for Foundlings, Dallas-Ft. Worth.  He told me that I was holding the only copies in existence because the Gladney Home had no record of him ever being there and his birth certificate was missing from the Dallas- Ft. Worth records. Curious…reminds me of Barak Obama.

A friend of mine was working as an investigative journalist for a popular national magazine.  I told her the story of the Gladney paperwork issue and she gasped.  “I have been working on an article about the CIA and one of my sources actually told me that the Gladney Home was used to discreetly redirect inconvenient and embarrassing “situations” back when abortion was illegal.  The CIA used it to protect the reputations of their own daughters in addition to those of influential persons.  That is entirely possible!”  I was stunned by her confirmation.

As an infant, Richard was adopted from the Gladney Home by a couple who lived in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico.  He grew up there having no idea about who his father was.  His adoptive parents, Pat and Maureen, were of very modest means and he was their only child.  From time to time when he played in the schoolyard, he would notice men in suits across the street who seemed to be watching him.  They never spoke to him, they never bothered him; they just watched him.

But one day they did speak to him.  They told Richard that they were going to take him to meet his father.  He was taken to Los Angeles to the home of Billy Wilder, the famous movie director.  Howard had been in the movie business back in the late 1940’s.  Hughes had inherited a fortune from his father, the founder of the Hughes Tool  Company, manufacturer of an innovative drill bit that was used in oil rigs.  It was that superior drill bit that brought Howard into contact with the oil men of his generation and gave him the capital to start gobbling up companies such as RKO Pictures.  Howard became acquainted with Wilder during his RKO years.  And it was in Wilder’s living room that Richard learned who he actually was.

To be continued

(see previous Hughes article at https://adriaen22.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/howard-r-hughesmysterious-billionaire/)

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