Warning! Warning! Warning!

[Peter Lemkin]

Yes, I know the daughter, and Marita's son Mark, whom I would talk to over the phone along with St. John Hunt. Mark, St. John and I, we were all considering on collaborating on a book called, "Children of Assassins", telling our side of the story of what it was like living in a family of "true lies", deception, and the way we coped with it all. My escape was drugs, I had a second chance in life had it not been for my best friends that found me at my lowest point in life. I'm not suppose to be here today talking to you, but I am. I'm so thankful to God there was a knock on my door before I pulled the trigger from a .38 revolver. There was a big fall out between the three of us, and I'm not really sure what it was over, but nothing came out of our story, and how it was to live with the parents that did what they did. Although, St John and I still remain in contact. I do not have anymore contact with Mark.

Glad you made it through and past that low point....

The true story of how I met the daughter is a strange one. I was one of the 'regulars' at Venice Beach, CA boardwalk - if an unusual one for there. I had one of the few political tables there for years. One day a very attractive woman who obviously worked out at a gym for long periods every day came up to the table on roller-blades and in a bikini. She looked over my materials and books on various covert operations and assassinations, government overthrows and false-flag ops, etc. She stayed reading them longer than I had expected and then said, "Yeah, I know all about all this stuff." in a voice that made me a bit confused. I hazarded the question 'How did you come to know about all this stuff?' and she said "Oh, my mother is Marita Lorenz." Not many persons would have known that name, and I think she counted on that ignorance...but I knew exactly who her mother was, and we started to talk about her mother's life. She was quite surprised I knew as much as I did. She became a regular to the table and we talked every few days for a long period. It was only because I knew her daughter that Marita allowed me to interview and talk with her. Never met the son. Actually, through that table at Venice I met by happenstance a lot of very 'interesting' people....but that is another story or set of stories....