However Improbable…

An update on the ‘vanishment’ of Peter Beard…

‘When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’ A. Conan Doyle (from ‘Sign of the Four’)

As mentioned in an addendum to my last post, a surf buddy of mine at Montauk, ‘Fireman Dave’ — a.k.a. ‘Super Dave,’ there are too many ‘Daves’ at the East End, hence the descriptive moniker, Dave being a retired NYC fireman — found what appears to be Peter’s remains. (‘The family’ has verified that it’s Peter.)

Dave is not talking to the media but was cool enough to give me an hour on the phone. He also sent me a Google Earth image with the location of the spot in relation to Peter’s house: note the two bluish dots, the house being closer to the ocean, the distance between them about two-thirds of a mile.

Dave launched his own search after the formal one (with dozens of cops, helicopters, dogs, etc.) gave up; he found Peter on the second day, Sunday the 19th, based on his bow-hunting knowledge of the area, as he outright predicted he would. He was surprised that Peter’s body was in such good shape — his skin was not discolored and no animals had gotten to him; this supposedly after 19 days exposed to the elements (cool but not cold weather).

This got my attention, as I was interested in the possibility that — like ex-CIA chief William Colby — Peter was snatched, interrogated, and then put where he would eventually be found, the scene made to look like he had indeed ‘wandered off,’ got disoriented and died of exposure. Key here is time of death; with Colby, who had been missing for eight days, time of death did not jibe with the amount of time he was missing. 

When I suggested to Dave that the same might have happened with Peter, he replied that he wasn’t into ‘conspiracies.’  Being used to this sort of thing from my Montauk friends, but also with the knowledge that if anyone could properly analyze the forensics of the matter, Dave could, with his experience not only as a woodsman but as a fireman who had been at the scenes of many violent crimes, or possible crimes… given this, I took the patient, rhetorical route and asked if people ever got murdered…  after a brief silence I asked if he thought Jeffrey Epstein had really killed himself. More silence. I’m hoping that the lack of rejoinders means he was at least thinking about it.

This was yesterday and as Dave was planning to go back to the scene and give it a meticulous looking at, I extracted his assurance that he would keep in the back of his mind the possibility of foul play. I suggested he look for anything out of the ordinary, no matter how subtle. If Peter was offed by elements of the PTB, they might have left a ‘calling card,’ i.e., a message to others of their kind what was at work with the disappearance/death of Peter Hill Beard.

The secret societies behind those that run the world are very much into the occult. (Don’t believe me, look it up. Maybe start here, and keep in mind that these fuckers run the planet.)

I also asked Dave what he knew about an upcoming autopsy. He had heard the name of a Suffolk County coroner, but isn’t sure if she had yet examined the body. I suggested that a big red flag would be the importation of a coroner from… anywhere else, especially D.C. All one need do is reflect back on the faux-autopsies of assassination victims like JFK or his brother (and so many others) to know what I’m talking about. So we’ll see.  

Dave surmised that Peter had tripped, fallen, and had a heart attack. I was still thinking about the relatively pristine condition of the body after almost three weeks and the fact that Dave himself said that it would take ‘a Sherman tank’ to plow through the thick bramble to where Peter lay.

When I suggested that the impenetrable bush and distance from his house was suspicious, given Peter’s age, mental condition, and so forth, Dave reminded me of Peter’s wilderness exploits, adding how tough he was. Well… but still, I was thinking, you can’t have the Sherman tank image and an 82 year-old somehow plowing through impenetrable bramble for two-thirds of a mile… and how could it be that the next day bloodhounds could not find a scent leading away from the cottage grounds?

Addendum: After another night’s sleep on the matter, the detail that still nags is that Peter was found in his stocking feet. I try to picture P.B. stumbling through the woods and somehow losing both lace-tied shoes… the one Dave found was 150 yards from the body, a long way…  Being an outdoorsman with his experience… ‘mentally challenged’ or not… his shoes would be the last thing Peter’d give up. 

 …. But… but speaking of shoes and calling cards, a detail that I’d left out just came back to me in a rush of… either insight or irrelevancy (does ‘rush of irrelevancy’ make sense?)… Dave told me that some distance from the body he’d come across one of Peter’s sneakers (verified so by Najma)… the laces were still tied, he said. The other shoe  was  nowhere  to  be  seen. Poof. 

A lone shoe. Does that sound familiar? Here’s a quote from my post from March 2019:

My other thought today is from what little looking I’ve done into the New Zealand shootings. As I say in a comment, it so far has all the tells of a flat out hoax, i.e., no real crime scene photos (plus photos that look fake), a lack of verifiable details, interviews with unemotional ‘victims’ (shades of Sandy Hook),  the immediate anti-gun rhetoric, plus the ‘shoe’ photo. The latter may sound nuts but if you look back at past hoaxed (or false flag) violent events, you’ll find most of them include a ‘lone shoe’ in the media imagery. Just a single shoe (or shoes) lying on the street or wherever. And the classic  ‘revelation of the method’ film, Wag the Dog, outright told us about the shoe imagery. [my emphasis here]

I just left a message on Dave’s phone, alerting him to the possible shoe connection. (Which may result in my never hearing from him again, but so be it…)

If Peter’s other sneaker is never found… this would be very… odd…

In this scene from Wag the Dog, Robert DeNiro and Dustin Hoffman plant ‘symbolic’ old shoes to get the media revved up about the imaginary war they’re creating.

This article on false flag ops mentions the ‘calling card’ use of shoe imagery. 

Goddammit, how do you lose a shoe…  both shoes… and leave it behind with the laces tied, even if you’re stumbling through the woods? Especially if you’re stumbling through the woods! Possible, yes, but not to be expected. I’m hoping Dave will search the area and analyze any anomalies with an open mind. And again, if the other sneaker never turns up, we’ll need an explanation…

I may of course be completely wrong about foul play and/or who did it, but someone has to think along these lines, if only for the sake of justice, and the memory of my friend… our friend… the loss of an exquisitely unique human like P.B. is a loss to us all. 

Allan

I was almost not going to mention this but since it’s out there on so many social media: There have been rumors connecting Peter with Jeffrey Epstein, that vile bastard — one even claiming Peter was Epstein’s ‘official photographer’ — with none of them including any actual evidence, documented or even just ‘witnesses.’ I suspect these people are trying to hang their name somehow on the ‘Beard story’, no matter how disgusting the excuse.

Beard’s name is not on any published flight logs of Epstein’s private jet; with all the elites mentioned in the press as having flown ‘The Lolita Express,’ Beard is conspicuous in his absence.

So I hope this garbage will be ignored by everyone, but especially by readers of this blog. Peter was a lot of things but flaming hypocrite he was not: Given his very vocal disgust at humanity’s disregard for the health of our planet, I cannot picture him committing the ultimate sin against its children. 

Addendum: Just to be clear, the two elements I’m most interested in are the missing sneaker and the autopsy, especially who performs it.