Mike Ruppert's life and death

The only word I would like to add is to reiterate Cheri's request - PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL

Michael C. Ruppert Left Four Notes and a Poem

Cheri Speak,

18 April, 2014

On Wednesday I reported that Michael C. Ruppert left two “suicide” notes behind – one that was addressed to “Jack” which I published here, and another addressed to Mike’s partner “Jessy Re”. This information and the note I published, were provided to me by Wesley T. Miller, Mike’s last Attorney of Record. Wes received the notes from Jack Martin.

Jack, Mike’s close friend and the property owner where Mike died has told me, that in reality, there were a total of five pieces of paper Mike had strategically left behind, all of which could be considered “notes” … all of which convey a message.

There were the two “notes” I already mentioned as well as a “note” placed with and about Mike’s best pal “Rags the Dog” (more on that “note” and an update on Rags coming later today).

There were also two “notes” taped to the exterior of the trailer door where Mike was staying; one of those is an instructional/warning type note and the other is sort of a poem of explanation written by Mike.

One of the challenges for Mike’s close circle of friends [who are his family] is to make sure everyone understands, this really was a suicide. As sad and horrible as that is, it is a fact. Understandably, there are myriad reasons to doubt, question, and speculate [Mike taught us well, did he not?], simply because Mike was the man that he was and doing the work that he did.

There is some irony in writing to help clear-up unnecessary and unwanted conspiracies about a conspiracy theorist, which is why — after I learned of the existence of these other “notes” and what they contained, I requested to make them public today and Jack agreed.

Everything that Mike did at the scene was with purpose. Everything ties together, which you will understand more here and with each successive piece.

The top “note” is the poem Mike wrote. You will notice, as he did in his “note” to Jack that I published Wednesday, he again speaks of, “the children”.

Mike is not literally talking about little kids, he is talking about all of us.

WE, the children of the earth.

NOT to romanticize this tragedy in any way, but Mike’s apparent intent here was that of a “sacrifice”…. his “flesh” for us “the children” … this was not meant as something satanic or Illuminatti related and needs to be looked at with Mike’s eyes from a more Shamanistic perspective.

Mike had recently returned to California in late February after having spent 18-months in Colorado where he had spent much time with his Native American and Indigenous friends, many of which he considered to be his own mentors.

Mike was very spiritual; not in the “God” sense so much as in the Goddess, Gaia, Mother Earth sense. In another piece, I will be addressing how this related to Mike’s final moment [because it very much did]and how a single piece of evidence ultimately removed any remaining skepticism  [that Mike took his own life] I’d had left…and should do the same for you, but we can’t get there, until we go through what we are going through or it won’t make any sense to you.

The bottom note was meant to stop anyone — except the officials (that Mike TOLD Jack too call), from entering the trailer first. Mike was an ex-cop, he knew how to secure a crime scene as you will see throughout this process.

Also, just so there is no confusion, Mike did not take his life inside of the trailer however; the personal notes for both Jack and Jessy Re had been carefully left inside.

Michael was meticulous in his planning.  At 7:45PM, mere moments before ending his life, Mike sent an email to Jack telling him to call the Sheriff and come to the property immediately. Mike did not want Jack or Jack’s family (who lived on the property) to find his body and had taken multiple safeguards against that. He also very obviously did not want Jack or Jack’s family to be implicated in his death and took safeguards to prevent that as well and to preserve the integrity of the scene he was leaving behind.*

*Worth noting, this was the first time since Mike had returned from Colorado that he was alone on the property. Jack’s family that also lives on the property had left for a family outing that day. Jack and his wife do not live on the property, but instead live “in town” inside the Calistoga city-limits. The property is outside of the city-limits. Jack had been out there and seen and talked with Mike that afternoon, hence the “come back” statement in the subject line of the email below.

 
Michael C. Ruppert’s final show, on The Lifeboat Hour, ended at 7PM Sunday, April 13. Forty-five minutes later he sent that email to Jack, you can now get a sense of the timeline of events — which I hope to publish by tomorrow.

Later today however, I will publish more information on Rags. Rags is also a part of the story and that is where we will see the final of the five notes Mike left behind.

Thanks to all of you for sharing these articles. I am happy to answer what I can so feel free to ask. My only request is that we all remain respectful.

If you are only now learning of the death of Michael C. Ruppert or finding this site, please see…

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This is from Mike's good friend and confidante, Jenna Orkin

Mike's Story 

- by Jenna Orkin

 

 

CollapseNet,

April 18, 2014

Mike left us an abundance of gifts, not least of which was his story. As an investigative journalist, he loved a good story even more keenly than the next man. And perhaps the one he loved most (as we all do, or would like to) was his own.

It was indeed a fascinating story, which goes some way to account for his thousands of friends and followers around the world, both "Facebook" and otherwise. Whether uncovering dirty dealings between politics and Wall Street that even Matt Taibbi wouldn't touch or enduring the flip side, "I'm done in; I'm about to jump off the roof," the Mike Show was a production which a certain kind of reader - a thinking man's action junkey - yearned to be part of.

It is left to us now to piece together that story and it's an obligation which his friends and admirers are undertaking with a thoughtfulness that would make him proud. Some of the insights on the net, particularly at Rigorous Intuition, http://www.rigorousintuition.ca/board2/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=38031&start=30 are as illuminating as Mike's detractors during his lifetime were maddening. (Beyond a few snarky headlines about the "conspiracy theorist's" suicide, the latter have been lying low this week, no doubt biding their time.) By pooling recollection, we may come to understand better how he could be such a hero to one group of people while at the same time appearing to another as a lunatic. This in turn may lead us to recognize how the whole concept of "hero" is a dangerous drug, not only for the "Leader" who becomes infused with his own importance and deaf to the insights of others but also for his followers, who sell their birthright of independence of thought.

In fact, no one was better acquainted with his "lunacy" than his inner circle. We got the hard-to-deal-with side of his personality in our face as long as he stayed close. I believe this is one reason he moved so often, living with no one person for much longer than a year, a trait he and I shared, by the way. His marriage, to a woman almost two decades younger, lasted eighteen months; his sojourn in my apartment, fourteen. My marriage lasted twelve years but shouldn't have.

He had long since outstayed his welcome in my one bedroom, but he was even more desperate to leave than I was to go about my business without worrying about his disapproval (as I would with anybody.) Not, I hasten to add, that we often argued. There were one or two blow-up fights but mostly, in spite of profound differences of taste - (he hated New York on principle; the machismo of the West, where he felt most at home, left me cold,) - we got along smoothly, frequently slipping into a George and Gracey domestic routine complete with New York accents. Mike was a razor-sharp impersonator and I wish someone had taped his Russian, French and German personas.

Re Mike's story, reading Wesley Miller's account of how Mike came by the gun with which he shot himself is one fascinating piece. Another is Charlton Wilson Cht Ccht's description on Mike's Facebook page of Lakota traditions of giving one's body "for the children" as Mike said in his suicide note to his friend and landlord, Jack. "[I]n Native ways, we don't have money or animals or whatever to give. we have our flesh and our blood." If Mike is going to be cremated as some recent reports said were his instructions, I don't get how the earth will benefit and will be watching for clarification. Anyway, Mother Earth receives our body no matter when we die; in the modern society in which Mike lived, however deploringly, hastening the process doesn't help anybody. But since he was not Lakota by birth or upbringing, though he revered Native American culture and became steeped in it once he moved out west, and since, as shown at Collapsenet.com, he'd been suicidal for years, a psychologist might opine that the Native American references were a cover for a longstanding suicidal drive.

Here's another piece of the Mike puzzle:

He was born DOA, "dead" on arrival. The doctor who delivered him told him when they met 25 years later, that the medical team had done everything possible to revive him but to no avail. Mike's mother had already had one stillbirth so a second was not much of a surprise.

As Mike was being carried to the morgue, he cried. The rest, as they say, is history...

I have considered long and hard about this and am sure, with so much of Mike's death being in the public domain and so much love poured out by people, that Mike would have no objection to this beautiful prayer that he wrote and sent out within a short period of time after finishing his show.

I pray to Mother Earth and Father Sky

I pray to the Four Winds and ask them to carry my prayer and the sounds of my heart to all things and all places.

I pray to the two-leggeds, the four leggeds, the things that crawl, the things that fly, the things that swim

I pray to all things that grow in Mother Earth

I pray to the stone people

I pray to the Little People.

I offer tobacco

I offer my flesh

I offer my life

I pray to all things seen and unseen, known and unknown, for we are all One.

This is my final offering

Tracker of Truth

Michael C Ruppert