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The Grey Ghost

2006-07-08T20:03:00.000-07:00

The long, gnarled, nimble fingers that raced, danced, and jumped across countless battered upright barroom pianos are still. The cracked, soulful voice that rasped out the blues to generations of listeners is finally silent. The Grey Ghost is gone, and with him an era. He was the last of the barrelhouse piano players, a first- generation Texas bluesman. And as Tary Owens pointed out to the crowd at the Continental Club on the occasion of Ghost's last appearance there, "You'll never hear this kind of music again."

Ghost passed away quietly July 17 at Heritage Park, a nursing home in East Austin where he spent the last year of his life. He had suffered a fall on July 3 (not a stroke as was widely reported), which left him largely unable to speak, eat, or drink. Through his final days, a steady stream of friends kept a vigil by his side. And just three nights before his fall, Ghost gave his final concert when he sat at an organ at the nursing home, playing and singing continuously for two hours. As the night nurse helped him back to his room, she asked him what he'd been doing. "Having a good time," he beamed.

He was born Roosevelt Thomas Williams in Bastrop, Texas, December 7, 1903. He was named after Teddy Roosevelt, and at one time in his life, carried the nickname "President." After the early death of his father, Williams moved to Taylor, a major rail and cotton center, where he was raised by his mother, stepfather, and two sisters.

Barely into his teens, Williams began picking up some basic musical training at school and would spend his afternoons at friend Baby Van's house, practicing on Van's piano. Williams was influenced by the music he heard around him, picking it out by ear on the piano. Central Texas was a melting pot of musical styles, mixing African-American, Mexican, Anglo, German, Czech, and French traditions. Williams absorbed all this, especially the music he heard pouring out of the juke joints he was too young to enter. Later, he would be influenced by the likes of Charlie Dillard, Earl "Fatha" Hines, and Count Basie.

With only a rudimentary background of training, but blessed with a good ear, Williams was able to develop his own style, one that has been hard to label. Because of his unorthodox style, he was once dubbed the "Thelonius Monk of blues players." As Williams once explained, "I plays with my right hand and let the left hand do what it want to." Even into his nineties, playing for a happy-hour crowd at the Continental Club, a shot of whiskey and a lemon set out before him, fans would watch, fascinated, as he drove and pushed the rhythm like a jackhammer, offhandedly throwing in rolls and flourishes with his knuckles.

After leaving school, Williams continued to develop his skills and style while supporting himself by working in the cotton fields and cotton gins. By the Twenties, Williams was becoming accomplished enough as a musician to move to Waco in search of better gigs and opportunities. He began performing at house parties, carnivals, medicine shows, road houses, juke joints, and barrelhouses. During this period, his mother died, and Williams took to the road. Like hundreds of other itinerant musicians who followed the cotton crop, Williams rode the rails all over the Southwest, and into Louisiana, Oklahoma, West Texas, and New Mexico.

"I liked riding the freights," recalled Williams. "I'd find a train that was stopped and climb into an empty boxcar. I wore my overalls over my clothes: I'd find something to put under my head for a pillow and lay back for a smooth ride. I'd rather ride the freight cars than the passenger trains. It wasn't hard to get around if you knew the schedules." Riding the freights in this fashion earned him the nickname that finally stayed with him, the Grey Ghost.

"I'd hop a freight to Smithville to do a job. I'd wear my overalls over my stage clothes, and then take 'em off and stash 'em in the bushes. People would be down at the train depot or the bus station to meet me, but they wouldn't find me. I'd just appear at the gig. Then I'd slip away afterwards to catch a freight. People would ask me `Man, where'd you come from? We never see you arrive and we never see you leave.' And I'd say, `I'm just like a ghost. I come up out of the ground and then I go back in it.'"

During the Depression Thirties, Grey Ghost augmented his music career with a variety of jobs, including bootlegging, gambling ("I'm good at Coon Can and poker"), and working as a chauffeur. He was also a healer of sorts, having picked up some folk medicine from his medicine show work. Also during this period, he survived a number of brawls, muggings, shootings, knifings, and general run-ins with the law. Williams recounted one episode in which he was involved in a three-way running gun battle where, miraculously, no one was seriously injured. "I guess the good Lord was watching out for me."

In 1940, Williams had his first brush with fame. Folklorist William Owens discovered Grey Ghost playing at a skating rink in Navasota, where he made a field recording of Ghost doing one of his songs, the "Hitler Blues." Owens was excited about this song, playing it for everyone he could. Soon, newspaper articles were mentioning Williams and the song. After a story appeared in Time Magazine, British historian and radio commentator Alistair Cooke used the song in a BBC piece on the impact of World War II on American music. The recordings Ghost made for Owens in 1940 still survive, stored at the University of Texas, Barker Texas History Center, and Texas A&M University. Williams' fame was short-lived, though, and he returned to a life of drifting and odd-jobbing, slipping back into obscurity.

Tired of travelling, Williams took a full-time job as a bus driver for the Austin Independent School District, retiring in 1965. Explained Williams, "You get old, you get tired of things you used to care for. You age and you want kind of a peaceful life."

However, even a steady job couldn't keep Ghost from performing. During these years, he still kept active, performing regularly at Fat Green's and the Victory Grill, run by Johnny Holmes, a friend of his since 1933. The Victory Grill was a showplace for blues players, hosting many national acts through the years.

After his retirement in 1965, Grey Ghost had another brush with fame when Tary Owens (no relation to William Owens) recorded a collection of Williams' songs, which, through some exposure, lead to gigs at folk festivals and onstage appearances with performers like Mance Lipscomb, Janis Joplin, and Robert Shaw. Then, like a ghost, Williams vanished again.

Another 20 years went by before Tary Owens was able to track down Ghost and bring him back into the limelight at the age of 83, his energy and abilities still intact. It was at this time, when most of his contemporaries were already in their graves, that Grey Ghost's career really took off. He began travelling again -- this time in style -- to prestigious gigs around the country. Owens released the 1965 recordings on his Catfish label and recorded Texas Piano Professors, which included Lavada Durst and Erbie Bowser, as well as Ghost. The mayor of Austin declared December 7, 1987 "Grey Ghost Day," and a year later, voters of The Austin Chronicle's Music Poll voted Williams into the Texas Music Hall of Fame.

In recent years, Williams kept busy and elevated his profile even higher by recording another album for Catfish in 1991, kicking off the annual South by Southwest Music Festival in 1992, and appearing in films as well as in National Geographic, which did a spread on Austin in 1990. But he became most well-known locally for his steady happy hour gig at the Continental Club, where a whole new generation came to admire this old timer who was "the real thing." Hunched over the piano, he seemed lost in his own world as he sang blues songs and standards of a bygone era, many written by himself.

Williams continued to perform regularly until the spring of 1995, when he was admitted to Seton Hospital, suffering from uremic poisoning, prostrate cancer, and a hernia. He then broke his hip in a fall at Seton. Though all of this probably would have killed anyone else his age, Ghost was strong, and survived. "I don't ever give up," he stated. Following a series of operations, there came a long convalescence in which Ghost learned to walk again, and gained back 20 pounds that he'd lost. In July, 1995, he entered Heritage Park, where he would spend his final year. Though confined to a nursing home, he wasn't ready to quit. He still enjoyed eating barbecue, smoking cigars, and enjoying a daily beer or whiskey before sitting down to play the piano. ("A little something for my throat," he'd explain.)

With the help of friends, Williams still managed to get out and about a little, showing up for Johnny Holmes' birthday party at the Victory Grill, and performing at a benefit at the Doris Miller Auditorium in September, where he received a standing ovation. He also attended the funerals of his old friends and label mates, Erbie Bowser and Lavada "Dr. Hepcat" Durst. Ghost performed publicly for the last time at the Continental Club last December, on the occasion of birthday number 92. The Asylum Street Spankers were warming up the filled-to-capacity room when Grey Ghost was brought in through the back door. The Spankers left the stage, and when Ghost was brought on, the club became respectfully hushed. He performed a short and rather shaky set, but all eyes were riveted on him and all ears strained to hear the voice weakened with age -- one that still evidenced an indomitable spirit. As he blew out the candles on his cake, Ghost thanked the crowd for coming. "You make me feel like I'm somebody," he announced.

Roosevelt Williams leaves behind a daughter, two granddaughters, three great grandchildren, and seven great, great grandchildren. He also leaves behind countless friends, fans, and admirers, as well as a tradition and era that we will never see again. n

Dave Hooper is a local singer-songwriter who was a friend and companion to Grey Ghost in the last 15 months of his life.

Ask The Question

2006-02-21T01:00:00.000-08:00

Ok i have questions

2005-12-13T00:09:00.000-08:00

Ok i have questions
i know im not supposed to ask but i really need to
ive been watching this site for a bit now and really look forward to all the new ways it progresses but i have a question

does anyone else think maybe the Phillip yates of the first post is not the same as the last one?
i know its a big call but go back and read it
there completely two different people
the first guy is scared shitless, alone and on the run while the new guy is sucking down champers on a yacht somewhere in the mediterranean.
i dont mean to be disrespectful to the posters here at all, just want a second opinion.

i think the site got closed down for some unknown reason Mi6,aliens who knows and the phillip yates that we knew was locked out and some new dude or company whatever is here posting guru talk-
why
i dont know
but something is not right

any thoughts?

originally posted by
Craypup12

Mungo Jerry

2005-12-05T14:55:00.000-08:00

Hello all
I thought I would take this time to wish you all well for the season
I feel that some direction is needed
This post is more for all the visitors who come to the sight
We thank you for your ideas and time.

I would like to start with why the site was created.There are various reasons and some cannot be posted here.I believed that a public meeting point could be invaluable for the exchange of ideas for the group especially seeing how far flung we are in these days of travel.It also has proved helpful in delivery of information.It may seem strange for a clan to go "public" but given a full overview of our situation,you would agree that yes,it is an outlandish idea yet one that may deliver a solution.
I am not surprised by the reaction to the Timmistral post.Not so much by our visitors but by our members.I think that all of this would come as no surprise to many a member.I would say good luck in getting them to answer any questions in regards to this topic as It would appear the answers are already known by all parties.
The other question that needs answering is identity.As administrator of the site ,I was using the name Phillip Yates until the site was "shut down" As a result a new identity was created (>>>) but I assure that for all intensive purposes you are still dealing with Phillip Yates.
The MI6 post was of interest if only in showing that there is a purpose for our silence.I can release the secret that we are in search of something and that search is greater than our stance on invisibility.History has taught us that people who are slightly different and/or have unique skills quickly become targets.
To be honest I did not think that the forum would have as many visitors as it has.This is not to say its a bad thing thing,just that we were not as prepared as we perhaps should have been.Having said this we have agreed that visitors to the site are welcome and perhaps even helpful however make no mistake,the sites main purpose is not for answering questions.

There will be people who stumble across the site and never return however there will be some that revisit.A portion will be for curiosity while an ever smaller number may have deeper reasons.For these people I would suggest you look into your family tree very carefully and ask yourself this question-

There are a certain number of "Invisible" clans of french origin that are now scattered across the globe yet they still strictly only marry from one clan into another.

Why?

Thankyou for your time,
Phillip

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2005-12-04T02:23:00.000-08:00

To Karl & to Mireille (who just posted from the looks of it):

Yes, the last name would be, as we say here, a shocker. We are all anonymous, as one said, so it doesn't matter.

But there is a fact that does matter: This mystery, as well as the last name of Joey and Patrick, is the tiniest of all doorways into an enormous mystery which has not yet reached this board but which has gone everywhere else. Superannuaries are just a small part of it.

Let me dangle the name John Palifox Key out in front of anyone reading.

That is, I think, the most important name. Now the story of Joey and Patrick (and yes, it is true) is one thing. But the whole issue of these next things in our midst is far more shocking. Consider the list:

--Lost Children (no, they are not children who are lost)

--Abandoned Children (no, they are not children who are abandoned)

--Full Jumpers, usually called FJ's. Their network is world-wide. There is a relation between FJ's and Lost Children because every FJ who "jumps" as an Ancient Immortal into an unborn foetus in effect "kills" a child. By transferring his or her own ancient identity complete with eras of memories (hence "full" jumpers) to the foetus, the original child is lost.

--Special clinics and funeral businesses to accommodate both Ancient Immortals and the so-called Abandoned Children. Why? Because autopsies or even routine medical examinations would reveal anomalous organs and such. The Abandoned Children (who in the US live mostly in backwoods Kentucky in their own separate little towns) are the descendants of an alien race who came here from either another plane or from somewhere in the Pleaides. Even their descendants still speak the old language and they do indeed have different organs and a different set of body functions. A regular physician or mortician would recognize these at once and set up an alert to certain offices in our capital whose job it is to repress knowledge of anomalous biology in humanoids. Full Jumpers on the other hand must find ways as very young children to get in contact with one another. Thus there is the much-discussed phenomenon of toddlers on the telephone either listening to strangers or themselves speaking in foreign-sounding languages. Many a mother in France or the US has surprised her too young child talking to unknown parties on the telephone at a too-early age--------and this ISN'T about child molesters or something like that. It's about ancient souls who must PAINFULLY ENDURE yet another babyhood and childhood and how others in their support network are there, sometimes in the form of teachers, pediatrician, camp counselors, etc to help them adjust.

Finally, The Secondary Alternate Realm. John Palifox Key again.

You see, messieurs-dames, this topic opens up an entire universe which has been there all alone but of which most are unaware.

V.B.C.
--Ab

Elsewhere

2005-11-29T17:44:00.000-08:00

"It seems to me that I should always be happier elsewhere
than where I happen to be, and this question of moving
is one that I am continually talking over with my soul"

--Petits Poemes en Prose
Charles Baudelaire

The casual observer

2005-11-24T12:38:00.000-08:00

Jakob Hillier was a seemingly simple man.To the casual observer or indeed to the people who knew him,he a creature of habit,a man of simple tastes who possessed a good work ethic.The only interesting additions to Jakob's tale,that anyone knew of,were that he bread peacocks and upon waking every morning he would play the Mills Brother's Paper Doll several times in a row.To have visited his cottage you would have observed a neat and tidy space,a place rather typical of a single man,that is lacking the warmth of touch that a woman's hand brings to a home.However everything about Jakob's life was a front.The cottage he lived in had a secret basement,which is where Jakob actually lived and worked.Had anyone ever visited these rooms it would have revealed a vastly different character to the one Jakob had manufactured.An extraordinary painter of surrealist images,his paintings lined the walls of the basement.These deeply unsettling images looked down upon floors and tables littered with papers full of mathematical equations and formulas.His book collection revealed a man of diverse tastes and interests,a man with an incredible thirst for knowledge.Jakob had also travelled extensively and had a particular love of India.It was whilst he was there he had first heard the sound of the sitar, an instrument he had fallen in love with,so much so that he had purchased one .He would practise the instrument in his basement for hours on end and you must remember this was a time long before popular culture had adopted the instrument. With all this in mind I tell you an amusing tale.One night at a very late hour a drunken farmer, for whom Jakob often did some labouring work,had called around to Jakob's place unexpectedly.Jakob would always cover the passage to his secret world ,never once leaving anything to chance.Except this one night.After receiving no response to his banging on the door and shouts to Jakob,the extremely inebriated farmer entered Jakobs cottage and wondered around looking for him.He noticed a stone tile missing from the floor and ,upon closer inspection he saw a ladder leading to Jakob's secret world.The farmer then ventured down the ladder opens a door only to see his trusted labourer dressed in purple robes,playing the sitar surrounded by some of the strangest paintings he had ever seen .He beat a hasty retreat .He ran all the way back to the inn he had been drinking at,where he relayed his unlikely tale.His account was greeted with hearty laughter or just simply dismissed as the ramblings of a drunken man,so unlikely was his tale.The scenario was just so far fetched it became a favoured tale,which over the years, changed markedly.It was even suggested that he had eaten a mushroom "of the wrong variety" .The farmer himself found comfort in this theory and,with no more hallucinations forthcoming,he accepted this version of events.Jakob Hillier left the village soon after ,his cover blown,even though no one had even bothered to investigate the farmers tale.It was not till nearly a decade later that Jakob's secret world was discovered by builders who demolished the cottage,most of the possessions had been left behind,most of which I still have in my possession. Do you see how much I know Thomas ?

2005-11-19T13:14:00.000-08:00

Hello sucker,
Have had a bit of excitment of late. Two men decided to break into my room and steal all my video tapes. They didnt take anything else like money or passport, ipod, laptop etc just the tapes. The bad luck for them was that I saw them climbing out of the second floor window of the place I was renting. I had my camera with me for shooting some cut aways, so I decided to film them. Got really good close ups. After reporting the theft to the local authorities I was able to show the recorded tape and there identities. The local people really hate tourist theft and they have a special police force to deal specifically with this type of crime. After seeing the tape, the police knew exactly who these guys were and were able to drag them in and return all my tapes except two.
As far as my investigation of the Grey Ghost, Im at a dead end. I found a nun(I wont print the name here) A dear old lady who was a friend of the young nun who passed away after the ghost was unable to heal her. She was unable to give me a real name for the ghost but said he had an amazing ability for speech. What had taken her 12 years to gain a level of mastery over the hindu language plus the local dialects, had only taken this man six months to the point that the local people would comment that talking to him was like talking to a local indian man complete with accents and use of slang etc. The strange thing I found was a lot of people from the older generation said that this man had visited their city before. It was true that the shanties talked a lot of the healings of the Grey Ghost. In particular, the poorer areas are fervent of their belief of the grey ghost. I found a family who reportedly had this man stay in their home while in the city. He became good friends with the their young son who had been suffering from polio until he was healed by the Ghost. I had always assumed that the man was of french nationality but I may be wrong as the young boy told me many tales that the ghost spoke of. Many referencing a faraway land which the boy thought was Scotland. The ghost had also started to teach the boy how to walk through walls and had said that when he had mastered this he could then be taught how to walk through today. Of course this last part is heresay from neighbors and the local community of the family. It difficult to see him as he has become somewhat of a local celebrity as people feel he also has the power to heal etc. You have to remember, superstition and rumor is rampant in this part of the world but having said this, so are real miracles and men and women of strange religion. I am going to try to interview the boy again next week and get a demonstration of any abilities.
talk to you soon sucker
Hope all is well
Caudia

The Boys Who Live Forever

2005-10-23T14:09:00.000-07:00

My entire family comes from Brittany (part of France), and though I was born in the US, I lived in Quimper, Brittany for a few years and went to college in Brest, Brittany. I have lots of family in that part of the world, and I speak, read and write French as well as I do English. While living in Quimper (the third largest city in Brittany) I had a friend named Joel, an exceptional person, who, though not well educated, seemed to know everything. Joel was a native of Quimper, but he was also an orphan. A fairly well-to-do lady had taken him and his brother in as foundlings. Both Joel and his brother Patrick were violent, reckless, dangerous young men. They had been in jail many times for disregarding the law. If, say, they wanted a car, they stole it. If they wanted to climb up to the top of a 500 foot cathedral spire and tie on their shirts to show they'd been there, they did it despite the Quimper municipal authorities. If they wanted to go to Ireland for a few days, they commandeered a boat and sailed over - not a small task considering the coasts of both Ireland and Brittany. Both were excellent sailors, athletes, etc.; in fact, what made them so scary is that there seemed to be nothing they were incapable of doing. I remember others immediately dropping out of athletic contests when Patrick and Joel were involved (and not in jail). And speaking of jail, Joel broke out of the gendarmerie jail in Quimper four times because he "knew the way out."

In Brittany, buildings like cathedrals, city halls and even jails are ancient, some dating initially to medieval times. Joel and Patrick knew everything about every building, especially the ancient ones. They knew which stones moved revealing unknown passages, etc. I once accompanied Joel in the middle of the night into an abandoned medieval chateau, a property of the French state. He knew a passage from outside which was totally invisible. I also went into the Quimper city hall with him through an unused sewer. He broke into these kind of places for fun...or to say he could do it because he "knew the town" and "knew all its secrets." This seemed to be true in incident after incident. He knew things that were true in Quimper families hundreds of years ago - like skeletons in the closet. He held his foster mother hostage because of things he knew about illicit land deals in the early l9th Century which would have jeopardized her holdings in the present.

His foster mother tried to have him (and Patrick) incarcerated several times because she was afraid of this... and other things. Many, many people in Quimper were afraid of Joel and Patrick. I was afraid of them too, and I was glad Joel had for some reason chosen me as a friend, because, frankly, these two were ominous. Good rumor had it that Patrick had gouged someone's eyes out and that Joel had killed someone. I say good rumor because it was repeated by so many normal-seeming people. All around Quimper there are tiny Breton towns. Joel was known by the damnest people in all of them.... extremely old sailors, cafe owners, pea farmers... peasants - especially what we'd call peasants. Lots and lots of really old people knew and feared Joel and Patrick. All of what I written happened in my 20s.

Joel and Patrick were respectively one year and two years younger than me, more or less 21-26 years old. Both considered themselves better than anyone, aristocratic even, superior. Both knew Nazi-types left over from the occupation of Brittany. They endorsed vehemently ideas of racial and ethnic superiority. They called themselves "evolutionary mutants" and told others that, while they possessed no supernatural powers, they were evolutionarily superior in all other ways. And their looks, brains, connections, language, points of reference, and physical abilities seemed to confirm it. School dropouts, they should have been country bumpkins, but Joel, for example, could quote entire pages of Nietzche and Kant (especially Nietzche) by heart. They spoke no language but French, but their intellectual range also seemed to be boundless. Joel always claimed that he had had a mysterious life, but refused to speak about it during the time that we were best friends, but a few very old peasant types told me that Joel had "been around for ever." "I knew him when I was a child," one said, "he had a different name and lived on a farm a little ways out of town, but it was him."

Other old people in Breton villages said more or less the same thing: Joel and Patrick didn't age. They just changed names from era to era and reappeared in different homes. The time we broke into the Quimper city hall, Joel found a folder, I think it was an old police folder, which had perfect - I mean perfect - likenesses of him and his brother in middle 19th Century garb surrounded by strangers. "My ancestors," Joel said in a way that I didn't believe him. The pictures were of him and Patrick - period. And he'd pulled them out of a forgotten locker in a subbasement of an ancient building. These and many other things convinced me that Joel and Patrick were indeed superannuaries. This all happened between 1970 and 79. Both boys have since disappeared. Relatives of mine in Quimper say they are not gone but living somewhere else in Brittany, some other village, under new names. There seems to be evidence of this.

By Timmistral

Walking Free

2005-10-20T04:24:00.000-07:00

4:17AM
Claudia said...
I came across this site from a T&T site.
I have to admit I dont really know whats going on here and sometimes I feel Im on the outside of a big secret. However, from the information I have gathered from here and other places I would like to put forward a theory for others to comment on.

From the research I was able to do, it would appear The Semi Circle Mystery is about life extension through as yet unknown means. There have been subtle links to a Thomas Grey down through the years eluding to the suggestion that he has/had found a way to life extend.
However what if all the signs have been read wrong. What if Grey has not found a way to life extend but is in fact a Time Traveler in the same way as John Titor was-

http://www.johntitor.com/Pages/Story.html

If you check the link, you may see this site in a completely different light.
Anyway just a thought. I would love to hear any thoughts on the matter.

Claudia

"La police, ne t'a pas encore trouvé?"

2005-10-11T14:40:00.000-07:00

1/The orange hat
2/Gordes
3/98 simplified
4/Evidence Lever
5/Brent Knoll
6/Pacific
7/Strensall
8/Lylander
9/Corncrake
10/Presario
back soon ,thanks

She Said She Was

2005-09-29T20:52:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you
A tale of the sea
Of a girl, a boat
A heart's shattered dream
Let me tell you
A tale dark and sad
Of a girl who gave hope
To a man they called mad

Let me paint
The lyrical seas
Her smile and her hair
The forest of dreams
Let me tell you
About the weight
Of the oars
As he paddled for hours
Till everything was sore
She was happy
As she knew not a thing
Of the danger ,he knew
They found themselves in.

Underwater you don't
Hear a thing
So she'd not heard the birds
Had long ceased to sing
A perfect background
A dark,brooding sky
For the last day she lived
The day that she died
Let me paint
The murderous seas
The bravest of fights
His loss and her screams
Let me tell you
Of his journey to shore
His escape from sure death
And into folklore
She still guides
Her love, in his dreams
But there's a hole
In his heart
Where love ruled supreme

Dedicated to Abigail Cromwell
1972-2004 rest in peace beautiful ,we all miss you xxx

Remember Abigail?

2005-09-18T00:58:00.000-07:00

Thomas,
it is gratifying that I have the chance to communicate with you .I know you are aware of who I am and the job I have to do.I must confess that in all the years we have spent trying to track you down I have come to admire you greatly.Indeed when we found this site I intiatially thought you had made a very silly error,of course I should have known better!Congratulations you have driven brighter men than I to complete distraction in our quest to find you.I must also admit to enjoying your sense of humour in the coded messages I have read on this site .It is true you may go down as one of the most interesting people of history never to be heard of !However Thomas we are closer to you than ever,remember your sixth sense couldn't save "abigail".I truly look forward to meeting you for,as I stated, this is not personal . My job is merely to keep the peace.
see you soon

Who is Thomas Grey?

2005-09-08T15:53:00.000-07:00

The Internet is made for conspiracy buffs. It is a fundamental principle of geometry that a straight line can connect any two points. On the Net, just type in a search for any two celebrity names, any two cities, any two anything, and you're bound to get something back. And that little something, sometimes, is all you need. Conspiracy theories do not need impenetrable bonds to survive. They are strings of circumstantial evidence which together create a maze of intrigue. And what better place for conspiracy buffs to congregate in a kind of global support group than the Internet. Yes, the Web offers us a chance to find people of like minds -- even if those minds aren't running on a full tank.

It is with this in mind that I intend to shed some light on who/what Thomas Grey is.
Here are the facts-

1. Thomas Grey was/is a saint
2. Connected to the Knights Templar
3. Patron saint of carpenters, masons and architects
4. Saint Thomas Grey Day is 21st December
5. One of those early saints given a feast day on or near the solstice for no apparent historical reason other than that ghosts were apparently permitted to walk abroad from Saint Thomas Grey Day (21st of December) until midnight, Christmas Eve.

It is possibly this last fact that has whetted the imaginations of so many underground theorists. However, all the clues are here, just waiting to be connected. It is the vacuum and the echo chamber folded conveniently into one. Here, urban myths becomes gospel truths. Remember, the crazy man is only crazy until he is proven right. I think George Gershwin said that.

Phillip Yates

2005-08-30T05:58:00.000-07:00

It would appear that this site has been attracting some unwanted attention. After being locked out of the site for a couple of weeks, im glad to report that im back in the drivers seat once again. If you post a comment that i think is applicable , it will be posted as an entry for all to see. Thank you for all the comments so far. Without saying to much, this topic can be a solitary affair so its good to see people making contact with like minded individuals.
Their has been much talk of Phillip Yates on the forum and much speculation. For the person who is impersonating Thomas Grey, I would give a stern warning that you dont understand what you are dabbling in. If I were you I would take some advice and just let it go.
For our Australian friends I have some good news. I will be visiting your fair country for a series of talks in October. More details when all is worked out. Thanks again for all your support through the last month. Needless to say it has been a trying time for us here.

A job interview

2005-08-04T14:32:00.000-07:00

Brendan,
I was hoping someone knew what it was without having to give too much away but its causing more confusion than solution. Six months ago I saw these posters on telegraph poles near where i live in Sydney(like the ones looking for flatmates etc)that said "wanted people to join semi circle club.Meet first Thursday every month" So I'm kinda thinking its a UFO discussion group or something. I take the number and call several times but cant get through so i store the number on my phone as circle club and i forget all about it.Fast forward six months. I'm at Sydney airport, about to board a plane to qld for a job interview that could change my life. Anyway, just before i turn my phone off to board the plane i get a text. The id says CIRCLE CLUB and it says "Good luck" then theres the blog address and then "search for Thomas Grey" so I'm freaked out right. Ive been watching this blog ever since. I still have the number. I should post it here to see if its the same as yours.
DVM71

Look for the posters

2005-08-04T01:01:00.000-07:00

"I saw some flyers up some telegraph poles in my neighbourhood asking for people to join a semi circle group ,is this site anything to do with this? I responded to the add but it seemed like the person who put it up was not really looking for people,the whole thing really scared me because when i rang the number given ,the person who answered the phone knew my name.I asked him how on earth he knew my name and he pretended it was a mistake,as we said goodbye he called me by my nickname -it really spooked me.Has anyone else had any kind of similar experience?" by Brendan

"The Epitaph by Thomas Grey"

2005-08-03T21:34:00.000-07:00

In the Epitaph, Thomas Gray shows his discontent toward the way that life and death are categorized on this planet. He speaks of earth as a place which holds people for the time being that they are going through this grand cycle of what is called life.

When somebody only "rests his head upon the lap of Earth" it is not a way of approving the way that people are laid down for their final resting. The Epitaph shows , properly titled, the lot about how people are being brought up and brought down in a dark sort of way. Someone's personal epitaph is just a place where their head rests and Even "Fair Science frowned" on the aspects of the person's life and now the incapacity that they have toward this world. Their one and only sole purpose in this world is to waste space in the earth and rot away for eternity unless they have unravelled the mysteries of the semi circlers.

I am a mortician

2005-07-29T00:12:00.000-07:00

I am a mortician and I regard death as a normal part of life.However to be witness to something ,that, for all my years,is without explanation leaves one doubting ones own mind.I am not here to recount my own story but to seek explanation from anyone who may be able to help .Basically the only link I have stumbled upon is an identical tattoo which is common to both people in my story-that of a half circle.My extensive research,which is all based upon heresay,has lead me to a group called the semi circlers.Can anyone out there enlighten me? Thanks Robert

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To robert
I have read your comments and need to know something in return if I am to risk communications with you .You mentioned that you are a mortician-would it be fair to ask you if you have seen people with these tattoos after you have buried them .Is this the link between the two people? It is important for you to tell me your story .If you can just leave a yes or no answer on this sight ,I will contact you in a private forum Stewart

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I know a little of the semi circlers.It is believed that they have broken lifes pattern-that pattern being birth,life& death,that ,more specifically that they can resurrrect themselves after death.(That they can beat lifes pattern and remain immortal,sounds like crap to me)just trying to tell you what I know Sara

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Yes Stewart ! I was involved in the burial of 2 people whom I saw after their repective funerals.It has troubled me deeply -can you illuminate me -robert

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A Grey reply

2005-07-27T01:02:00.000-07:00

If you had a knowledge of a truth which itself could disintergrate the premise of a number of so called truths, what would you do?

Whilst we of the semi circlers would love to be idealistic enough to believe that out knowledge could be shared, realism tells us that the result would simply be chaos. The problem for us has always been what to do and how to use our knowledge.

Mr Grey

Six

2005-07-21T15:54:00.000-07:00

There are two yet six are called. What do you search for?

Someone is following me

2005-07-20T02:13:00.000-07:00

This is a blog diary that I have decided to keep so that in the event something should happen to me, there is a record of events leading up to that point. Without trying to sound dramatic, obviously Phillip Yates is an alias that I feel is necessary in order to protect if not me, then my relatives. There is so much I want to say, however, I need to be extremely cautious at this juncture. Making allegations without proof is going to hurt people that I care about deeply not to mention the direct danger I now place myself in just by going public.

I have decided to use this blog system purely for its convenience and public state. I have no affiliations with this site or any other site for that matter. My goal here is to reveal a truth, as it is revealed to me, for whoever maybe searching. Im not sure how often I will be able to add to this site as Im very aware of how long I stay in one place. I am almost certain I am being followed.

I have contacted a documentary film maker through mutual acquaintances who specializes in unusual content. I am still unsure whether this has been done via my own instigation or through external manipulations. I really hate sounding this paranoid yet the last time I went against my instincts, I bore witness to the most horrific revelation I have ever encountered. The reasons for contacting and endangering a third party is basically that I am coming to the end of my tether, so to speak. It is time for a new runner to take the battern of this marathon of emotional endurance. The normal media outlets will not touch this for fear of ridicule, or even worse, reprisal. I meet the film maker on Friday and have arrived two days early to do surveillance on his whereabouts and who he associates with. I don't trust anyone at this point. If he is with them, at least I stand a slight chance of escape.

You have got to be kidding. Im sitting in a hotel room writing this on my laptop with the TV on in the background when I overhear that three more semi circles have appeared in India. This is their way of getting a bite, the bastards. I must apologize. I have not slept for thirtysix hours and my diet has largely consisted of airline coffee. I am so tired yet I feel that as much as I can do today needs to be done.

If you are here, then you fall into one of two categories. You know and are trying to silence the voices in the fields or you have been put on the path and are seeking the next clue. For this reason I must be extremely careful how I present on this site for both light and dark will have access.

The beginning is always innocuous. Its the envelopes and packages that rest in the dead letter rooms around the world that hold these clues. Its the chalk scrawlings on sidewalks and pavements that point the way. Its the bits of torn paper pinned to telegraph poles that give the numbers and the invisible ads in the classifieds that unite us all. The symbols at the top of the page have been copied from a diary that came into my possession eighteen months ago. From what I have witnessed, these symbols represent stages of existence that go against all we have been taught by our human institutions.

If you have come here searching, then here is the path. Every city in every country has a bay that needs no water. Find this bay and search the others, for at an appointed time there will be a beautiful sight for you to behold.

Until next time, may God be with you

Phillip Yates