Grand Square of The Zodiac

In Midland, Texas, on February 8, 1948, James Michael Cline was born a psychopath, or was he made so by designing a costume embroidered with a cross logo?

 We can change clothes or hairstyle, but astrological identity is with us for life. Mike is the Zodiac because, astrologically, the time is the 

Age Of Aquarius. The Air Sign in the House of Aquarius is ushered into cosmic order with X planets following. 

That is Zodiacal X, the astrological birth chart information of James Michael Cline, born at the time of X.

 A grand cross-grand square of the Zodiac since the age of Aquarius ushered in 1963. 

Mike Cline is an Air sign, born in the eleventh house, and an Aquarian born in the year of Blood Moons in 1948, as was Cherri Jo Bates. 

Mike Cline’s birth chart is squared astrologically in tension; his air sign personality reads as an internal knife wounding his ego. Cherri represents one of his own, a Blood Moon by 1948, and becomes a target of shattered malice among the characters to be assassinated. The Cherry Street attack centers on Paul Stine, the victim whose name rhymes with Cline. Like Cline, Stine worked as a driver around the Bay, making Paul Stine the intended ending of this comparison. 

Under the scope of his physical examination, Mike has weak lungs.

 He seems to be comfortable in hospitals, fascinated with death. However, some greater hope exists concerning the identity markers on DNA details of the right Zodiac suspect reportedly stooped over in a weird way of walking; he is out of sync. 

At the age of fourteen, Mike finished with his boyhood in Arkansas. While still working at SW Bell Telephone, his dad took him to Dallas, TX, with him to complete High School. Bob Cline’s father was no fan of the Black Panthers or an Advocate for a Boy Scout. Bob Cline learned life skills by taking cattle to slaughterhouses near Zodiac, TX, with his grandpa. Where expected, he knew how to hogtie, handle livestock properly, and know-how to Knot and slaughter any animal on the farm, chicken, hog, or cow. 

Mike’s mother, Pearl Moon, was an Irish orphan, a child bride at fourteen, married to Bob Cline. She got pregnant with Bob in this condition while still playing with dolls.

The first child was Patricia Cline (Morrison), born in 1931. She married a jazz musician from New Orleans, who died as a young man. Eventually, she left New Orleans as a widow to Texas as a successful real estate agent, getting somewhat wealthier. She moved to San Francisco and sold real estate around the Bay Area, including Presidio, north to Mendocino, and Carmel by the sea. Pat Cline was a lady of rich romantic history who was a widow by death twice before I met her. Likewise, later married and widowed. 

The middle son, Brother Leon, was born in Texas in 1933 into the Beatnik culture of their times; no one stood between Pat and her younger brother Leon. Leon enlisted and served his country as a Merchant Mariner in his early days. He became a veteran wanderer, the father of three, often missing in action. Leon ended his life in the winter of 1987 at the Circle C farm. Leon, his elder brother, was buried in the cow pasture at LF, soon joined by Mary. We laid them to rest together with mother and son. Leon was first to go near the big tree by the pond at LF at Circle C to a Gated abandoned cemetery erected; it was a family resting spot.

The pasture meets at the state fish hatchery in a lane behind Fishback Rd. The Circle C property connects by a state hatchery’s dirt lane in the back door to the momma kitchen by the field of cows. A backdoor inside the farmhouse is addressed at LF, adding US Postage. 

A little z addresses an envelope, stamps sometimes because it has to be two moons, or symbolizes mothers at a location near Punkin Hollow where Mike Cline left with his dad for Dallas, age 14, to become a man. His records indicate that on November 22, 1963, at age fifteen, he witnessed the assassination of JFK, the United States’ 35th President. Seeing this may have impacted his desire to kill others for fun and games. It is possibly why Paul Stine was murdered just outside the JFK Highway by Cherri Jo Bates St. (namesake), A parody of games for bored-to-death Mike. I had to wonder, but Mike says in the movie, “It is not how it happens ‘. Mike knows all things the reality of wife, Susan., Mom seemed to embed. 

The baby of the Cline family, Mike (Little Z), was conceived 14 years after siblings were grown up—eventually, pins set on a homestead in Bentonville, AR. Traveling to SW Bell, father Bob Cline took his son, Mike, along, driving Dallas through Texarkana back to Bentonville, AR. 

Benton County records Holloway Rd. as a full-time cattle ranch in the mid-1950s. 

Mike admired his elder brother Leon, a Merchant Mariner; Leon shared exotic stories of women waiting as he returned from the sea from port to port, sharing his whale tales about the beautiful women who desired him. Leon was more like a father figure; Mike greatly admired him 15 years older. Leon was the one man that Mike wanted to be most like him. Not his father, Bob Cline, a wise one not to cross lines of communication with him. Bob or ROBERT could be as challenging as nail spikes: a Texan oil man who built an Arkansas cattle ranch—a homesteader who established Circle C on Holloway Rd and Fishback Rd. 

Mike Cline is a coward; he arrived home at his mother’s farmhouse attic hideout from Vallejo, CA, and escaped his nephew Rick’s trailer. In late 1968, just after completing his US Navy enlisted commission. Mike first had some fun with the kids in the Rambler’s 

Submarine attack. 

Mike felt the nature of his Air sign, a need to vanish into the thick, foggy Air. He is nowhere here now. 

That is how a submarine attacks its logistics—one of Mike’s best skills. 

Six months later, working under his father’s influence, Mike was laying low in Dallas, TX. He was supposed to be working on installing phone booths. If that was not a riot, he walked off the job. No, he did not ‘quit’ his career at Bell Telephone; he never resigned; he stepped away from the telephone company, eventually returning to Vallejo for more. Now, z is driving Bob Cline’s Mercury Comet back to California. 

The Zodiac’s odd gate is a Kyphosis deformity most likely inherited. Kyphosis is abnormal excessive convex curvature of the spine past the established normal range. Scheuermann’s Kyphosis is the most classic form of Kyphosis and presents as a juvenile. Mike’s extreme-forward shoulders were slumping by rounding off his back; it was distressing his mid-thoracic spine and why his way of walking had caused him to become hunchbacked, a natural trait. Mike was a hunching juvenile, which became more extreme over his lifetime.  

Male pattern balding is also a hereditary DNA-marked trait, but wearing a denim newsboy cap with his widow peeking through is unique to Mike Cline. However, I noticed the pattern. 

As a Boy Scout with a full head of curly brown hair, it nearly vanished by thirty-something. In his early twenties, the hairline started receding on both sides of the globe, disappearing in mere years to reveal his bald head, rounded, as Officer Fouke correctly describes. His face is not as rounded as Arthur Lee Allen’s but more oval-shaped. Mike Cline does not have Gary Poste’s forehead scars. Still, he does have solid frown lines above his brown eyebrows and black-issued Navy glasses. Sometimes, Mike has used photo corrections to erase his forehead frown lines, which is highly suspicious behavior for a man not involved in theatrics. Or is he?  

Another condition present in childhood is Amblyopia, known as a lazy eye. Mike has one eye with that condition on his medical profile. The autoimmune disorder also had presented, causing a severe thyroid condition, often making him sleepy with unexpected weight fluctuation. Hashimoto’s disease is linked to hereditary solid roots that document other genetic tendencies in a lineage. Mike kept his head down and stooped overworking quietly. 

He is wearing his Levi blue jeans and a denim cap. Most of the time, he was puffing on a Marlboro cigarette, which may have caused a severe gum recession issue only resolved by tissue grafts and more dental surgery sometime in his mid-30s. 

In general, Mike was in poor health coming through our door into my mother’s life. I thought, “Why this one, mom?” Mike was a project. Mom wanted a sincere companion, someone with whom she could find refuge. Mike appeared clingy, and that matched her ideal type. It was different from Susan to be left all alone. 

I was just out of the sixth grade in the summer of 1978; by now, my mother had twice divorced. If she married Mike, she said she would not; I knew he would not be a father to me. Later, while listening to adult conversations concerning Mike during times past, I overheard Mike becoming hospitalized at the beginning of his Navy career. He had to restart boot camp with another company because his pneumonia was so bad that it damaged his lungs, and he had a severe infection while at Training Command Great Lakes Naval Hospital. Later, he didn’t graduate, being re-recruited to Naval Training San Diego for Electronics, which he completed. 

 

Career and Interests

In 27 years of a corporate career, Mike held many positions and job titles, and he was once the owner of his own little downtown art gallery, framing people. With a borrowed sum, his father purchased The Frame Shoppe, originally owned and operated in downtown Rogers, AR, by the Frisco Railroad during the mid-1970s-80s. Mike was framing other people as his hobby art. He squared them to size, cut the matting with an Exacto knife, then bound them perfectly to measure. Does this job profile, ring cryptology, taunting cut-outs for the Zodiac letters, Halloween Cards to Paul Avery, or some other crafty type send out taunting mail? 

After his marriage to Susan, …

Mike eventually sold the Frame Shoppe to earn a living with a retail giant. He applied with the retailer Wal-Mart at their General Offices in Bentonville, AR. Pressures took their toll on Mike now and again, acting miserable, just married in disguise as a born-again believer. Brother Dale Thompson baptized Mike at The Emanuel Baptist Church of Rogers, AR, in the mid-1980s. Before that, he worked part-time jobs here and there, writing a weekly ad column in Bella Vista, Arkansas, a small village press. RIP 1989, Dana Stidham goes missing from her concerned family, a farming family living on Holloway Rd. in Hiwasse, AR. Dana Stidham worked near Mike’s newspaper office in Town Center at Phillips grocery, last seen alive. Eventually, Mike was hired and worked for Wal-Mart at their general offices, starting part-time at a Help Desk.  

Fast-forward to 2011, a historic downsizing scandal shakes up big business. Mike needed to prepare for what happened next. He was terminated after 27 years, caught off guard. It so happened that he had risen through the ranks associated with the highest-level management at the company, VP Tom Coughlin, who referenced Mike Cline online on Linkedin as a business partner. He described Mike as the most honest, trustworthy man of integrity that he had ever worked with.

Nevertheless, because Coughlin’s own failed career ended with felonious activity, I was concerned. The FBI arrest of him worried me even more about what Mike Cline could do. Mike had previously maintained a position requiring much international travel to Sam Clubs. Mike was on location in all US states for store openings. One assignment for six months was living and working in Germany. He was to initiate the doors of Sam’s Clubs in European locations.  

As a self-styled learner on the go, he taught himself the German language to take the European assignment. When Mike desires to do something, he is committed, body and soul, to any task he completes the task. Quickly, Mike becomes the expert consultant; he gives you a report like an old pro. Mike, a Dale Carnegie, typed manual, or, if need be, speaking the language fluently enough. He’s adaptive, capable of initiating tasks as expected or being prepared in a moment, and having a backup plan ready to implement shortly. Mike speaks Spanish. A proficient writer published under a newspaper ad column in Bella Vista during the 1980s at a Bella Vista weekly newspaper. Mike was also part-time spinning records, the oldies but goodies, on KURM AM Radio as a night DJ. Coincidently, these jobs Mike held during a high school graduate period, Dana Stidham went missing. Mike was part-time in several communication outlets, including a farmer’s market organized by his planning talent. 

On September 16, 1989, Dana had gone missing after shopping at Phillips Grocery. She was at her family farm at home and agreed to fetch her father some medicine. Reportedly, a Blackman or a suspected classmate from the community named McMillan could be involved. The fact is that someone gets control of her car with a trick, fiddling around with the back of her tire, obviously a forced abduction. She was lost to her family, not ejecting herself out of the car on the passenger side. Dana Stidham vanished without a trace for some weeks until her remains were recovered in the east Bella Vista woods. One odd thing was that her sternum was never located. A flat, smaller midline skeletal bone is missing from the remains. 

Coincidently, all her bones were found in pristine condition, including the shoulder bones with an indication of nick near the humeral head, a sign the murder may have been by knife.

 The McMillan suspect ended the investigation; it was just because he was fond of his classmate and guilty of having a big crush on her. McMillan defends himself, police lacking real motive or anything evidence-related. 

Consider if the Zodiac is my stepfather, and no one knows that my stepfather-father Cline married into the McMillan family during this same timeframe.

Widow B. McMillan wed widower Bob Cline at the Benton County Courthouse; both were seniors in their seventies. Shortly before, they moved off to assisted living together, selling their farms on Holloway Rd and ending their days residing there. No evidence exists that McMillan was guilty of the crime, but somehow, rumors circulated and implied a guilty classmate. 

Could Dana represent the Zodiac’s promise to frame someone for his killing activities? I just imagined pulling a common thread and finding a man named Mike Cline with characteristics—a real McCoy. 

Father’s family is the lineage of Devil Hatfield by Percy Cline and McCoy. 

Appalachian DNA is a sign of Welsh ancestry. 

Mike’s mother, Mary Moon, is Irish, and she quilted at the same county fair competitions. 

Back in the 1950s-early ’60s, at the Circle C farm, Mike went to school at Bentonville, and after classes, he earned pins and badges of an American Boy Scout. 

Mike loved macrame and needle arts or sewing his badges on his Boy Scout uniform. Remember that Zodiac expressed a desire, a badge joke, to be happy. He makes funny zodiac jokes, asking the newspapers to print that he expects people to start wearing Zodiac buttons. Obviously, in the Boy Scouts, Mike had pin envy, needing to prove his skills better than other boys. He first pinned or received desired badges. He learned to tie knots while in the Boy Scouts, which is handy. 

Personality and Lifestyle

I met Mike at age 28. He’s wearing Levi shrink-to-fit denim jeans, with a poet-styled dark brown beard, a plaid flannel shirt, and a white T-shirt under his button-up. He’s in glasses with flip-up lens shades, black boots about a size 11, and looks like he’s standing up straight, about 5’11. Widow peak hairline peeping out around his balding head, wearing his newsroom denim writer cap, attire trying to pull off his best Jim Morrison persona. His newest look since he went missing from the doors around California St. Mike pulled into the 913 S 13 St driveway. In Rogers, AR, in 1978. That is where I met a man with a white Mercury Comet, a 1962 model with emblems on both right & left sides by headlights. The interior of the backseat is covered up conspicuously, involving hundreds of McDonald’s white with Golden Arches bags covering the floorboard and pouring over the backseat seats where seats are entirely covered up in crinkled McDonald’s sacks with no place to sit. 

 Mike Cline documented he was hanging out at the local hospital in 1977 trying to get into patients’ rooms, explaining to read to them when asked by the administration not to be going into rooms unannounced like this for insurance issues against the hospital. Mike, in 1976, was hired as suggested by the nuns to the HR staff at the hospital; he applied for employment and took the job as an orderly. My mother, Susan, was admitted with a collapsed lung. Mike has explained how he met her at Rogers, AR—St—Mary’s 1300 Walnut in 1977. After Susan’s stay at the hospital, Mike quits that job soon after dating a divorced woman with two daughters. 

Astrology, astronomy, or horoscopes Mike Cline was known for his understanding of planets, the moon, and stars. He was into Palmistry in 1978; when we met, he predicted a dark forecast for a 12-year-old girl. I overheard conversations with Mike, saying her daughter, Angie, would die young because her lines say that. 

Mike was concerned with my astrology assignment and suggested taking me to an astrologer in San Francisco. Mom drove me to San Francisco from Arkansas for my summer break to have birth charts and horoscope readings. None of my friends returned from junior high school break, saying they had gone to San Francisco for the astrology reports. Mike convinced her he had arranged our trip to San Francisco and met his sister Pat Morrison. She had the astrology appointments for us and the duty to escort me to the astrologist for a younger Leo reading.

Was Mike strategic planning on how to kill me at age 12?

I believe he regrets he couldn’t touch me. Did that one time only? Leo Chapman’s grandpa, lumberjack Lou, would have destroyed him one last time. And for good this time! Mike is a secret nemesis enemy from the beginning of time who killed my cat Cactus instead of me just to watch me cry. He wanted to hurt me and have complete control over my mother, Susan; at least he could watch me cry over a little dead gift. After reading how much I love her in my diary, he poisoned my pet.  

Arriving back from California’s deadly fog, Mike moved into his parents’ attic with a typewriter. The black typewriter ribbon was torn & scattered, with his tarot cards nearby. Communication goes on about his returning home in a dark fog of depression concerning the afterlife and God’s accurate identification. He ends the statement with the greatest despair that he can’t understand or know God. Questions aside for disguises to Holloway Rd attic where he hides his deadly escape path through the back door LF (lane in Back of Fish hatchery; Fish-back Lane) our minor z groin up fishing nearby the great pumpkin hollow. He’s coming through the backdoor into Momma’s house. Quiet as a barn mouse, Lil Z, all grown up in the Age Of Aquarius, Time X is the personal astrologer of the Zodiac who wrote about Blood On The Moon; the blood was on the cattle ranchers’ hand. The almanac of suspicious Blood Moons at Mike’s birth in 1948 in Midland, TX, is unique. 

As a recruit in San Diego undergoing Naval training and ready to deploy to “Connect-i cut” Connecticut, New London, before Halloween in 1966, Mike frequented the library Cherry-picking Bates’s. Mike likes reading more than only comic books; he always wants a library card or two in his wallet. And he’s seen every Western genre movie produced, for that matter, every old black-and-white Fu Man Chu episode. He has an eye for adventures; he can write about them in detailed stories about his fantasy. His slant read between the lines is the enormous creative process of telling you lies, sometimes necessary to judge accordingly. 

 He’s relaxed, the confident and most intelligent man alive, worthy of being a consultant and telling you what to do. That’s Mike trolling on the down-low. He’s smart; we need to be more innovative. Mike thinks that way. After the Navy, Mike is discharged, confused about what to do next—enrolled in Marin Community College at Kentfield nearby, where student hitchhiker Wendy Allen went missing that year. Mike Cline is Zodiac attending.   

 Zodiac Killer Cases and Suspicious Theories 

They had gone to the park at Lake Herman Rd for a while, driving parents Rambler, a curfew due to home by 11 pm. That night, it didn’t happen as planned. Mike Cline’s records will relocate him to the Bay Area community a second time after the 1968 murder spree on a couple of high school kids who died in the Rambler submarine. Presumably, another vehicle parked behind the kids in a submarine wagon attacked at close range when David Faraday was shot in the head, and Betty Jensen was shot 5 five times in the back. Shortly after police found the ghastly scene, both were found dead with no clue who the individual was responsible. Whoever did this, it was agreed, he’s a psycho killer. 

In past times, a Rambler Station Wagon had been referred to as a submarine because it was a big tube-shaped vessel that symbolized a sub for someone in the Navy. A Navy guy who owned a Rambler mentioned online that he called his Rambler a Submarine out of fondness for his old Navy boat. Dream Symbols and Dream Interpretations was a course taught by Mike Cline somewhere around the Bay Area as a class facilitator—speculation, possibly at Webster St. Temple in Cow district or a Marin Community College campus. My mother’s new boyfriend, Mike, taught me to interpret dreams as a young girl. He mentioned holding a class and discussing specific dreams while living in San Francisco. Mike helped me recognize alternate information by examining dreams in my youth. Anyways, it’s agreed that symbols in dreams have alternative meanings and that symbols have secret metaphorical meanings. 

 Mike’s military service at sea was completed after his discharge, and both feet were back on solid ground, now squatting with a family member in Vallejo for a while. 

Mike admired Rick Morrison, a nephew of Greg, a pal, and Pat Morrison, his sister, a very connected real estate agent. Her friends being affluent characters, writers, doctors, lawyers, and astrological society members with transactions in real estate made her rich younger in life; Mike was on accounts living in the area property at Mill Valley, Marin. Sis is a successful writer-agent with a houseboat docked at Waldo’s Point. Paul Avery was a journalist best known for reporting on Zodiac at the San Francisco Chronicle. Avery lived at Waldo’s Point. Mike likely met Paul Avery while living there; Zodiac targeted Avery on October 28, 1970, when a Halloween greeting card was received addressed to ‘Secret Pal”. Paul Avery was affluent in the Bay Area. A notable person connected the Waldo Point houseboat community to Mike by quickly turning off the Golden Gate Bridge in Sausalito to the right.

Pat’s property resembles Paul Avery’s houseboat, which was used in the 2007 movie. This area has been trending with artists and writers for decades. Pat, a writer herself and owner of a houseboat property on location at Waldo’s Point, pointed out that she is a neighbor of San Francisco Chronicle writer Paul Avery. Was he a client of hers? 

Zodiac challenged Paul Avery to read the Halloween greeting card, taunting ‘Pal,” indicating a casual relationship or signifying they had met. I’m sure they did meet through Pat Morrison, the real estate agent and deal maker. Pat Morrison, a sister, once lived in Bentonville, AR, in the Pumpkin Hollow on Holloway Rd. The infamous Halloween card was addressed with a moon, partly because it’s a long way from California to the backdoor of LF. Fishback for skeleton groin up in a Punkin hollow till 14 years old. A pumpkin added to the skeleton hides his groin age. Mike erected The ZODIAC. Get it? Isn’t Zodiac puny? Moon stamps equal two moo-cows or mothers: Mary Moon and Sister Moon. 

Mike Cline is a name within the Bay Area, nearby scenes in question that even sonar waves would detect him by the Great Lakes. 5’11 in the bushes, hunched over in a particular type of boots made to repel electricity, already completed electronics training in San Diego on to Naval School at New London. Eventually, he San Diego Naval Electronic Training Center or his third Time around Command at Connect-i-cut after a quick stop at Riverside Library just before being commissioned in New London.

Finally, on December 20, 1968, it had happened a marine who was anxiously awaiting his discharge from the Navy. Quickly, Mike left the Bay Area for Dallas, TX, likely a bit concerned about the event on Lake Herman Rd. He took a job his father’s influence helped him to get at Southwestern Bell in Dallas as a phone booth installer, and that company became ATT. His nephew Rick Morrison visited Mike in Dallas with Linda, Rick’s new girlfriend. The couple encourages Mike to tag along with them as gentle family folks do around the Bay Area culture. They are following studying Hinduism at the Webster Street Temple. San Francisco Bay was more alluring for Mike. Dallas was depressing without a family and no friends, living only on a paycheck week to week. He agrees with Rick, and Mike heads back to California. Furthermore, why not study Hinduism, with Rick saying it might lead to enlightenment? Mike was suffering the identity issue: where does he belong in life with God, the most confusing subject matter depressing his soul to weary of brooding in deep blue anguish. 

On the fly, Mike sways to Rick’s companionship and vanishes from Dallas. He left without giving any notice, returning a second time to a Vallejo trailer, squatting in the spare bedroom with thin walls. He engaged in what he wanted to do next, being a student at Marin Community College at Kentfield, studying computer technology, or facilitating dream or astrology groups. Mike plans a meet-up group for a dream analyst study group focused on symbolism. He becomes an astrology agent, a class guru with the answers to mystical metaphors. If we tell Mike our dreams, he gives us the answers with a striking talent to recognize that a station wagon is a boat. 

The events happened on July 4, 1969, at Blue Rock Springs. 

Two young adults were hanging out at the park when suddenly, a second car parked behind them. Shortly before midnight, the driver of the second car blinded the couple with a flashlight and fired a 9 mm Luger at them, then quickly vanished into the foggy night air without a sign but a few details.

 Minutes later, a man using a low, monotone voice calls the police dispatch reporting about a double murder, then makes claims he did it on December 20 at Lake Herman Road, those two kids in a Rambler, to say it all from a telephone booth. Funny, at that moment, Zodiac is playing around with police and making an earnest citizen’s report with exact navigational detailed directions to the crime scene, helping with tips. It was simple enough:

• Just walking away
• Leaving the phone off the hook
• Having some nerdy comic-book-style fun

Zodiac style, playing news reporter vanishing into the night Air, a Sign one clue behind the police as a first responder directly as a villain’s joke. The second clue is a finger as thin as glue, leaving the phone off the hook, admitting his crime to us. For him, it must have been easy to look away, knowing the victims with the police are steps away from his fun advent with only one survivor of four attacks. Mr. Michael Mageau, in his initial statement, said the assailant was a younger guy in his mid-twenties. He might have been driving a Mercury Comet, too helpless to say much more, scared; we can imagine that. Mageau said a younger man in a Mercury Comet shot him and murdered his lovely friend, Darlene Ferrin.  

Where was the trailer bedroom that Zodiac was squatting at in Vallejo? Where was he the night of July 4, 1969, and what bed did he sleep on October 30, 1966? Mike Cline Bootcamp is at Liberty, stationed at San Diego, near Riverside Library, a few minutes down the highway from Riverside, 25 minutes. I am reporting that my stepfather visits libraries for much reading, which is a significant interest! He always reads, or he loves to write. 

At Marin Community College, Mike studied computer science in night classes while working a day job with Levi Strauss. He lived with his sister at 545 and 549 Edgewood Ave, saving money for his classes. After his discharge from the Navy, the first time he arrived at his nephew’s in Vallejo, California, done with the military, a No thanks to reenlistment. Later, Mike wrote about living in a couple’s spare bedroom, which was less fun than a trailer squatter. Maybe a baby in the crib? The trailer room was not quite enough for Mike to rest. We can imagine why he is always moaning in despair, his passive nature ready to blow up! He plans to escape to Arkansas after that Blue Rock attack, daring to go alone when his wealthy sister Pat suggests he follow her to 545 Edgewood Avenue in Mill Valley. Stay in Marin, she advised; stay in school and get a degree! At least wait a while with me; his handyman expertise at properties around the Bay Area would be helpful to her. The choice he would sway to her words, so he moved to Mill Valley with his sister in a class that provided a hidden view in the pine trees of Edgewood Ave. 

Mike was working days as a merchant display stocker and delivery driver. Mike’s job expectation was to load the daily orders into a truck, with a key that provided him a map leading four directions out of the district by Market St.

 He exits the factory at 14th & Valencia, heading out of the bay by Dragons Gate near Bush & Grant Ave, and stops as scheduled daily expected events. Mike travels by truck all day along Highway 80 North, far from the sea of enslaved people working on patterns, cutting them to measure, quickly to sewing machines, many embroidered like a hundred submachine guns fired day in and day out.  

Mike drives away from the Bay Area to fulfill his destiny in a sea of star outlet locations, stocking the shelves with the latest apparel trending Levi Strauss, then quickly heading to the next town to do it again. He calculates time by keeping his eyes on the road and his hand on the wheel, watching his surroundings with a map because you never know what might happen along the path. TIME It seems so Aquarius, Zodiac vanishing like thin Air while wearing a black leather bib and squared material on his rounded head. I realized the employment of Mike Cline afforded him access to all the materials needed to design his very own square hooded costume made out of black leather and stitched perfectly with an embroidered cross-like logo on the bib. He did it by right-hand stitching on Valencia St. That is where Mike made an authentic costume as Zodiac, designed with a Grand Square to wear on the head and a Grand Cross across the Midline bib. Bryan Hartnell did mention that the Zodiac bib costume was perfectly stitched, with embroidery that he was impressed with, probably like Levi Straus was with Jacob Davis overalls. Zodiac is proud he does his stitches just like a Reno Nevada, Jacob Davis, an immigrant who fashioned overalls ideally to make a name for himself which lives on in time just like our notorious.   

Yes, black leather was popular at the time, trending Levi’s like today’s Harley vests, hats, and jackets made to express the cultural values of that period. Fashionable rust-colored trousers, designs are worn with leather and embroidered. All the equipment used to craft the disguises donned by the Zodiac was available to Mike at the Levis factory, where he worked around sewing machines and maintenance oils.

 James Michael Cline squares ten times. He did just like Levi Strauss partner Jacob Davis did with needle and thread seams, making a square head hoodie to clue us in about his astrological identity, a grand square literally. Is this fun historically? What is a Grand Square? What do Mike Cline’s squared planetary alignments mean or predict astrologically of such a particular character? 

A mild-mannered delivery guy recently discharged from the US Navy. He was returning to his residence at 545 Edgewood Ave in Mill Valley, high in the pines, a journey safely across the Golden Gate to Marin. Patricia Morrison built a house on this road, 549 Edgewood Ave, where you will meet a blue denim taxi hat. Mike’s navigational system coordinates some days and routes headed him east 200 miles on Highway 80. He passed through Truckee by Stateline some hours, returning late to post at Levi Strauss near Union Square. By keeping his head down, Mike is quickly becoming effective on locations. He is proficient at strategic planning by mapping each day with the precision of a nuclear submarine and is trained in logistics. 

At least Edgewood Ave was a much better location; more comfort than at the Vallejo trailer. Why? It never felt safe or silent from a knock at the door or a couple moaning happily in love. It’s reasonable that the Zodiac would lay awake at night trying to figure out how to escape this situation again to escape the unbearable chance the blue meanies got busy. Just before deciding to leave town again, they convinced him to stay. Mike Cline swayed under the heavy influence of his sister, Patricia Morrison. She is 17 years old. She’s a sister momma because they never experienced a childhood together. He was more like an only child of adult family members. Pat felt good enough to accept brother Mike at her domain tenderly. They did have bizarre conflicts about the astrology thing and a particular Nordic goddess. 

Other influences suggested by nephew Rick that Mike should consider the study of Hinduism with him at the ashram at the Old Vedanta Hindu Temple 29630 Webster St. & Vallejo St. for a happier life best to study the Bhagavad-Gita or other holy Vedic text. To Mike, he wrote it was No help at all; Mike admitted it; he wrote a letter saying he couldn’t see the value of Sutras or Buddhist text. Mike wrote about a deadly fog on his way around California St and noted it’s a dead-end away from Marin. Kid, you Knot! Mike’s job was to organize the inventory delivered to the department stores with the latest fashions for the trendy outlets. Mike used display props as he hid behind the scenes in shelving for all the waist and lengths of authentic blue jeans. Pants with Flares driving up and down the road from one host location outlet to the next, he stayed busy Monday through Friday. 

Various identities know a character, James Michael Cline, is one within the grid who signifies none other than a perfectly obvious Zodiac suspect who has continued to outwit most of using his cunning. Mike Cline’s job training for grade advanced to Connect-i-cut for his days living in a nuclear submarine. Therefore, Mike attended Submarine Naval School in New London, CT. Still, it’s a problem for Cline being in all the right places that even sonar equipment would detect his secret maneuvers away from Chicago to San Diego to Naval Electronic Training Center and on to his third time around for training after Riverside library.   

After October 30, 1966, my best guess says that he left San Diego within two days of Cherri Bate’s murder. But we know where he went; yes, we do now. It is an excellent thing to find a suspect like Cline. We can start to paint a picture of the Zodiac. It’s not a painter we see this time. 

When Wal-Mart terminated Mike, my mother told me on the phone, shocked in disbelief. Susan E. Cline had to quit after a few more years of employment and had to get into bed because of some unidentified illness that had gone undiagnosed, drastically changing her retirement due to her falling and becoming too weak to be on her feet.

 Susan told me in the spring of 2015 that I was going to die, and she did less than two years later. Susan died at the age of 68 with three rare cancers unexplained and linked to cancers caused by the chemical Glyphosate. Three cancers diagnosed after Susan’s death sentence were confirmed to be on the lawsuit list. But later, I discovered all three types of cancer were related to a chemical called Glyphosate, used as an herbicide for home gardens called Roundup or equivalent types of bug killers. It was a chemical kept on the Master Gardener’s shelf. And why did Mike lie about his gardening credentials? I saw plenty of chemicals used by Mike; he confirmed being a master gardener in a lie. And why lie about that fact? Mike lied about the completed course at Missouri Online Extension Master Gardeners program a year before her sickness started to show. Why did he have to lie about wedding flowers? My attorney asked Mike, and Mike said, doesn’t Mike feel like a master gardener? No, he feels like a gravedigger, happy to bury the wife in his new black suit, smiling. 

 

Before my mother’s death, Susan E. Cline, on February 4, 2017, under suspicious circumstances of brewed tea, a newer method formulated for her specific taste was developed by her beloved. 

The brew concentrate emerged as perfected southern sweet tea, customized using a lot of Equal blue packets in each glass of liquid. 

The flavor is sweet for Susan, but her tea needs to be prepared and shared as it was in one serving pitcher. 

It’s more recently preparing the iced tea as individual servings; it’s no longer poured from a carafe for both to share from a pitcher as had been the custom for decades. Mike formulated a concentrate to measure the tea combined with the “flush water,” as he called it flush. A formulated Sweet Tea prepared with special flush water added to the concentrate combined with Equal and crushed ice. Only Mike knew how Susan liked it. Realizing how controlling Mike was about making Susan’s favorite beverage, I had to pause. Only he prepares that beverage, which was his ritual for his wife with a kiss. Susan worked full time while Mike was home working at the property as a gardener with a hoe learning flower chemistry to keep the weeds from taking over High Sky Trail Inn. Why did Mom have to say something at the house that was killing her when Mike left the room? 

To become a master gardener, he had completed 30 classroom hours of horticultural training at the University Extension program, including a research thesis on related garden subjects, earning him that recognition. He lied; he flat-out lied. He said, ‘I’m not a master gardener.” I began taking notes on Mike’s life and style, examining his values, cultural cues, personal habits, likes and dislikes, health problems, educational history, and hobbies. After reading James Michael Cline closely, I weighed out what I knew about my stepfather. I constructed a timeline including his former Navy recruitment eligibility on February 8, 1965. He was located up North in Chicago at age 17 to boot camp, the Navy Recruit Training Command at Great Lakes, IL. He was in the infirmary for a while in boot camp, having to restart that process with another company. Mike eventually commanded the Naval Training Center’s electronics education in San Diego, CA. His career aptitude points to New London, CT, “Home of the Submarine Force,” because Mike was on a submerged boat in the Pacific Ocean for a year. That vessel would require a black boot, which helped shield electricity on that nuclear station wagon. If you will, this boat resembles a Rambler station wagon to attack. Because we can all live together in that tube-shaped submarine house under the sea or if parked off Lake Herman Rd. We can attack by gun firing on the vessel. 

In Conclusion

Again, Mike wrote about 1974 events while fleeing a deadly fog of California. At first, it was concerning because I didn’t understand or read between the lines. The sunshine’s statement was about emotional and spiritual conflicts causing his deepest despair, so heavy the depression. In some spiritual warfare, he needs no genuine companionship, just keeping his head down, working, and waiting for a revelation from God. 

A fast getaway from the stressful situation of living with a problematic, affluent sister was depressing his reality. Her success was natural enough that his life might be exposed in broad daylight by the narcotic agent who might examine his days and nights more closely. The estate mogul Pat Morrison was deep in with a police investigation to keep her out of prison. Throughout the occult, Pat Morrison worships an occult Norse goddess. Pat was a beatnik teacher of esoteric mysticism. Pat was rolling dice in a vision of Paradise City, planning on a big win, ending a cocaine game.

 Success, a terrible choice, made a mistake, adding more daily drama in details with law enforcement at their door agent recruiting her to pose undercover, as a lover, to be a spy snitch. Forming bonds to a secret incognito drug sting suspect, Mike trails off with a statement after he flees the entire state of California.

“I escaped the deadly fog.” Mike is driving a 1962 Mercury Comet back to where Bob Cline’s dad is waiting, a childhood safety net by the fish farm, safe again upstairs, only a friendly ghost of the past living in the attic. Mike sat alone with his typewriter and memories of pains, breaking down his whole life in the deep blue of the sorrow of despair.

Another crisis in the Air, he turns no hope but a rope while he ties a knot for a planter, hobby, craft, Macramé. Mike loves the knots. He writes about another dead end and says it is the lowest low. 

I doubled down, realizing how the letter read, reread it, and decided it was evidently to avoid something in his past. Something must have happened in California; he was so knotty that Mike couldn’t say much about it. Ultimately, he thought it best to escape California by back roads. He drove through Texarkana home at the back door by LF the Circle C farm in Bentonville, AR; it’s a farm in Punkin Hollow near Fishback Rd. 

The individual, Mike Cline, has these strikes against him, considering the identity issues related to the Zodiac cold case serial killer. Mike Cline enrolled in community college at Marin, a geographical area where some questions of events occurred in a grid. He’s located at a provable residence in Mill Valley’s Edgewood Ave, working for Levis Apparel, displaying an inventory of fashion products on-site at local retailers. Warehousing on-site downtown housing for dummies and many working projects on sewing machines, planning routes with company trucks going four directions, and spending a night with school for four years or more. Returning to the Bay Area after his discharge from the Navy in 1975, he enrolled at the University of Arkansas. 

In summary, my stepfather, James Michael Cline, possesses astrological characteristics, family and social background, geographical profile, career and educational background, and physical traits that make him an honest person of interest in the unsolved Zodiac Killer cases.

 He is alive and accessible in the Ozarks of Northwest Arkansas. With all of the failed attempts to solve the Zodiac Killer unsolved cold cases definitively, it would seem prudent for authorities to examine this potential suspect while he is still alive.