The Revelation of the Reagan’s Reliance on Astrology

It’s difficult to remember a time when the Reagan presidency’s connection to astrology was unknown. The secret was revealed in 1988, when the president’s former Chief of Staff Don Regan wrote his scorched-earth memoir For the Record: From Wall Street to Washington (their astrologer would later publish her own book, with chapters such as “How Merv Griffin Introduced Me to Nancy Reagan,” and “The ‘Teflon Presidency’ and the President’s Health and Safety.”)

Don Regan teased his bombshell in the book’s foreword. “Because actions that would otherwise bewilder the reader cannot be understood in its absence, I have revealed in this book what was probably the most closely guarded domestic secret of the Reagan White House.” He waited until the second paragraph of Chapter 1 to spill the beans:

“Virtually every major move and decision the Reagans made during my time as White House Chief of Staff was cleared in advance with a woman in San Francisco who drew up horoscopes to make certain that the planets were in a favorable alignment for the enterprise.

Nancy Reagan seemed to have absolute faith in the clairvoyant powers of this woman, who had predicted that ‘something bad’ was going to happen to the President shortly before he was wounded in an assassination attempt in 1981. Before that, Mrs. Reagan had consulted a different astrologer, but now believed that this person had lost her powers. The First Lady referred to the woman in San Francisco as ‘My Friend.’

Although I never met this seer–Mrs. Reagan passed along her prognostications to me after conferring with her on the telephone–she had become such a factor in my work, and in the highest affairs of the nation, that at one point I kept a color-coded calendar on my desk (numerals highlighted in green ink for ‘good’ days, red for ‘bad’ days, yellow for ‘iffy’ days) as an aid to remembering when it was propitious to move the President of the United States from one place to another, or schedule him to speak in public, or commence negotiations with a foreign power.”

 

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Aldrich Ames on Beating a Polygraph

The CIA double agent Aldrich Ames famously passed two lie-detector tests.

The first time he had a test scheduled he asked for advice from his KGB handlers, who wrote back, “Get a good night’s sleep, and rest, and go into the test rested and relaxed. Be nice to the polygraph examiner, develop a rapport, and be cooperative and try to maintain your calm.”

“Dear Mr. Aftergood,

Having had considerable experience with the polygraph (well beyond that which you referred to), I read your very sensible essay in Science with great interest. I offer you a few comments on the topic for whatever interest or use they may have.

Like most junk science that just won’t die (graphology, astrology and homeopathy come to mind), because of the usefulness or profit their practitioners enjoy, the polygraph stays with us.

Its most obvious use is as a coercive aid to interrogators, lying somewhere on the scale between the rubber truncheon and the diploma on the wall behind the interrogator’s desk. It depends upon the overall coerciveness of the setting — you’ll be fired, you won’t get the job, you’ll be prosecuted, you’ll go to prison — and the credulous fear the device inspires. This is why the Redmond report ventures into the simultaneously ludicrous and sinister reality that citizens’ belief in what is untrue must be fostered and strengthened. Rarely admitted, this proposition is of general application for our national security apparatus.

You didn’t mention one of the intriguing elements of the interrogations of Dr. Lee which is in fact quite common — the false representation to the subject of the polygraph results. Because interrogations are intended to coerce confessions of one sort or another, interrogators feel themselves entirely justified in using their coercive means as flexibly as possible to extract them. Consistency regarding the particular technique is not important; inducing anxiety and fear is the point.

Polygraphers are fond of the technique used by psychics called cold reading, as a slightly less dramatic practice than actually lying to the subject about the results. In this sort of cold reading, the interrogator will suggest to the subject that there may be a potential problem, an ambiguous result, to one of the questions and inquire whether the subject knows of anything that might help clear it up, etc, etc.

Your account of the Redmond report — I haven’t seen it — shows how another hoary slider is thrown past the public. The polygraph is asserted to have been a useful tool in counterintelligence investigations. This is a nice example of retreating into secret knowledge: we know it works, but it’s too secret to explain. To my own knowledge and experience over a thirty year career this statement is a false one. The use of the polygraph (which is inevitably to say, its misuse) has done little more than create confusion, ambiguity and mistakes. I’d love to lay out this case for you, but unfortunately I cannot — it’s a secret too…

…Deciding whether to trust or credit a person is always an uncertain task, and in a variety ofI’ve seen these bureaucratically-driven flights from accountability operating for years, much to the cost of our intelligence and counterintelligence effectiveness. The US is, so far as I know, the only nation which places such extensive reliance on the polygraph. (The FBI, to its credit in a self-serving sort of way, also rejects the routine use of the polygraph on its own people.) It has gotten us into a lot of trouble.

On the other hand, there have been episodes in which high-level pressures to use or acquire certain persons entirely override pious belief in the polygraph. One instance which made the press is that of the Iranian connection in the Iran-Contra affair.

I wish you well in this particularly important theater of the struggle against pseudoscience: the national security state has many unfair and cruel weapons in its arsenal, but that of junk science is one which can be fought and perhaps defeated by honest and forthright efforts like yours.

    • Sincerely,

Aldrich H. Ames
40087-083
P.O. Box 3000
White Deer, PA 17887

P.S. I should say that all my outgoing mail goes through the CIA — unlawfully — for review, censorship and whatever use it chooses to make of it.”

Letter to Steven Aftergood of the Federation of American Scientists, November 28, 2000.

Arthur Miller Marries Marilyn Monroe, June 29, 1956

“WHITE PLAINS, June 29 — Marilyn Monroe, film actress, and Arthur Miller, playwright, slipped quietly into the Westchester County Courthouse here tonight and were married by a city judge. Miss Monroe wore a sweater and a skirt and no hat. Mr. Miller wore a blue suite and a white shirt but no tie.

The screen star, who is 30 years old, and the Pulitzer Prize-winning dramatist, who is 40, were married at 7:21 P.M. by Judge Seymour Robinowitz in a ceremony that lasted less than five minutes. Mr. and Mrs. Miller then got into their sports car and disappeared into traffic.

This was Miss Monroe’s third marriage and Mr. Miller’s second.

Only a few persons attended the wedding. The first news of it came from the New York public relations firm for Marilyn Monroe Productions.

Attendants for the Millers were the playwright’s cousins, Mr. and Mrs. Morton A. Miller of Roxbury, Conn. Also present at the single-ring ceremony were the judge’s wife, Mrs. Robinowitz; Milton Green, a business associate of Miss Monroe, who took pictures of the service; Mr. and Mrs. Samuel A. Slavitt and their son, David, of White Plains; and a man who was not immediately identified.

Mr. Slavitt, who is Mr. Miller’s attorney, had obtained earlier in the day a waiver of the twenty-four-hour waiting period required between getting a marriage license and the ceremony.

New York Times, June 30, 1956. Wedding footage by Milton Greene.

The Twin Brothers Restaurant, London, 51 Church Street W8

Ffiona’s restaurant, formerly Twin Brothers

This review of London’s Twin Brothers restaurant appeared in Cheap Eats in London, 1976. Helge Schmidt remained the owner-manager for twelve years. His daughter later wrote, “It was at the Twin Brothers that Helge met his Australian wife, my mum – Jan.”

“The Twin Brothers Restaurant is recognizable from the outside by a little striped awning and red fringed lamps in the windows. It is situated in Kensington Church Street, just where the road has a kink in it. Inside, there are more fringed lamps on gilded brackets, dark green and gold wallpaper, Murillo-like portraits and still lives of fruit. Spindly wrought-iron chairs and gilt-framed mirrors give the place an air of a Viennese café , for this restaurant is owned and run by Helge and Detlef Schmidt, who are from Berlin and are, as the name of the restaurant implies, twin brothers. Helge, a blond giant who would look well as Siegfried, does the waiting, Detlef, who remains unseen, but who is presumably also a blond giant, does the cooking…

… Service, as performed by Helge and a charming Australian waitress called Jane, is something of an entertainment in itself. Gentlemen customers, of whatever age, are welcomed by Helge with a loud, ‘Hello young man!’ and if he’s met them before, he kisses the ladies. On being told that they have booked, he is invariably and vociferously astonished. ‘You booked! Mein Gott! Gif me one minute of my life!’… to which customers might well need to add half an hour of their own. They must wait patiently with a glass of wine while their patron intermittently informs the rest of the company that ‘Evvysing iss under German control–jawohl!- evvysing iss in my hants!’ Eventually they will be given a table (‘I am leading you now into Paradise!’) and their dinners brought more or less promptly, depending perhaps on pressures down in the kitchen. Dishes are presented gracefully, with the hope that you will enjoy your meal prettily expressed. Orders are taken either by Jane or Helge in a friendly kneeling position with their elbows on the table and their eyes shinning into yours. One might be churlish and wish that if the service was a bit rougher the food would be ready all the sooner, but it looks as if half the attraction of this immensely popular restaurant, for most of the customers, is the near-cabaret turn but on by its dazzling proprietor.”

Cheap Eats in London, Susan Campbell with Alexandra Towle, Penguin Books, 1976.

Palomino Espresso: http://palominoespresso.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/my-family-history-in-world-of.html

Leonid Brezhnev: The Man and His Style, by Henry Kissinger

MEMORANDUM FOR THE PRESIDENT, SENSITIVE/EYES ONLY

“With experience and exposure in dealing with Western leaders, Brezhnev has gained assurance. He has come to enjoy the prerequisites of office–he enjoys fancy cars, natty clothes and a certain elevated lifestyle. In short, he has some of the characteristics of the nouveau-riche. Yet he is proud, as Khrushchev was, of his proletarian background and his march up the ladder of power.

… Brezhnev is a nervous man, partly because of personal insecurity, partly for physiological reasons traced to his consumption of alcohol and tobacco, his history of heart disease and the pressures of his job. You will find his hands perpetually in motion, twirling his gold watch chain, flicking ashes from his ever-present cigarette, clanging his cigarette holder against an ash tray. From time to time, he may stand up behind his chair or walk about. He is likely to interrupt himself or you by offering food or drink. His colleagues obviously humor him in these nervous habits.”

Henry A. Kissinger.
(Box 1 – 11/1/74 – 11/12/74) at the Gerald R. Ford Presidential Library

Presidential Dreams

In the early days of 1991, the late Senator Prescott Sheldon Bush appeared to his son, then-President George Herbert Walker in a dream:

“We were driving into some hotel near a golf course, and there was another golf course way over across the fence, though not a very good one. I heard Dad was there, so I went to see him, and he was in a hotel room. We embraced, and I told him I missed him very much. Aren’t dreams funny? I could see him very clearly: big, strong, and highly respected.”

Ronald Reagan believed in the divinatory power of dreams:

“It was always the same thing, maybe a different locale or something, but I evidently had a yen for big rooms. And I would dream that I was in a big mansion, and I could buy it for a song. A man was showing it to me, and I would go from room to room, and maybe go into the living room, which was two stories high, and there was a balcony. And always, it was within my means to buy it. And I had this dream all the time. After we moved into the White House, I was IN the big room. And I never had the dream since.”

Abraham Lincoln’s former law partner Ward Lamon recalled that the President was disturbed by a dream he’d had a few weeks before his assassination.

“… I saw light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me, but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break?… Determined to find the cause of all of a state of things so mysterious and so shocking, I kept on until I arrived in the East Room, which I entered. There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards, and there was a throng of people gazing mournfully upon the corpse, whose face was covered, others weeping pitifully. ‘Who is dead in the White House?’ I demanded of one of the soldiers. ‘The President,’ was his answer, ‘he was killed by an assassin.'”