The death of James Vincent Forrestal (February 15th, 1892 – May 22nd, 1949) has long been the subject of great controvesy and conspiricy theory. For some odd reason, he has been falsely claimed by the UFO movement as well.
I think when you are dealing with someone as accomplished at Mr. Forrestal, it is difficult to comprehend that such an amazing man could commit suicide. Nevertheless, that is what my remote viewing session clearly shows.
I don’t think men should turn weakness into a badge of honor, but we all have them. Some of us are born with more inherent mental and emotional resources then others. Mr. Forrestal, had unfortunately used all of his up. And the powerful drugs they gave him at Bethesda Naval Hospital did not help.
Considering the challenges this man lived through, I am impressed. Forrestal went to work as a bond salesman for William A. Read and Company in 1916 and, except for his service during World War I, remained there until 1940. He became a partner, vice-president, and finally president of the company in 1937.
When World War I broke out, he enlisted in the Navy and ultimately became a Naval Aviator, training with the Royal Flying Corps in Canada. During the final year of the war, Forrestal spent much of his time in Washington, D.C., at the office of Naval Operations, while completing his flight training; eventually reached the rank of Lieutenant.
Following the war, Forrestal served as a publicist for the Democratic Party committee in Dutchess County, New York helping politicians from the area win elections at both the state and national level. One of those individuals aided by his work was a neighbor, Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Forrestal was a compulsive workaholic, skilled administrator, pugnacious, introspective, shy, philosophic, solitary, and emotionally insecure.
He served as the Secretary of the Navy under President Roosevelt, and as the first Secretary of Defense under President Truman. His biggest concerns by far, were the wild budget cuts chopping up the military and the spread of communism. After World War 2, he opposed the slash happy President Truman’s policies. He saw Communist governments come to power in Czechoslovakia and China and the Soviets imposed a blockade on West Berlin.
Forrestal also correctly opposed the unification of the military services proposed by Truman officials, which would have been an absolute disaster! In 1949, angered over Forrestal’s continued opposition to his defense economization policies, and concerned about reports in the press over his mental condition, Truman abruptly asked Forrestal to resign. While he did so, Forrestal was devastated.
He had spent his life working on behalf of his country only be fired by a career politician who gutted the military leaving us exposed to communist threats. In April 1949, he entered National Naval Medical Center (Bethesda Naval Hospital). On May 22nd, his body was discovered on the third floor roof below the 16th-floor kitchen across the hall from his room. Forrestal’s last written statement, which some have alleged was an implied suicide note, was part of a poem from Sophocles’ tragedy Ajax:
Fair Salamis, the billows’ roar,
Wander around thee yet,
And sailors gaze upon thy shore
Firm in the Ocean set.
Thy son is in a foreign clime
Where Ida feeds her countless flocks,
Far from thy dear, remembered rocks,
Worn by the waste of time–
Comfortless, nameless, hopeless save
In the dark prospect of the yawning grave….
Woe to the mother in her close of day,
Woe to her desolate heart and temples gray,
When she shall hear Her loved one’s story whispered in her ear!
“Woe, woe!’ will be the cry–
No quiet murmur like the tremulous wail
Of the lone bird, the querulous nightingale–
He was not assassination or pushed…physically anyway. But he was misaligned in the press and disposed of as trash by a career politician worried only about reelection.
I consider him a Martyr of the American Dream and a victim of political expediency.
Rest in peace, James.
