This project started out as something else, and we were disappointed that it did not work out as we anticipated it would. But it is a search for truth, and if truth is something that we don’t anticipate, we need to adjust, that’s all.
Unless she died young, Mama Cass Elliot is out there somewhere. If her reported birth date is accurate (9/19/41), she just turned 75 years old.
I said “she.” I meant they. She is twins. Or was. I hope they are both alive, and have lived healthy and productive lives.
They are Russian Jews, and their last name is Cohen. One was named Ellen Naomi, and the other we do not know. There is a younger sister who was known as Leah Kunkel, a singer with a group called the Coyotes. They enjoyed minor success.
The father was Philip Cohen, and all we are told about him is that he died in 1962, and that he operated a lunch wagon. After his death, the family moved to Arlington, Virginia. Cass attended the same school as Jim Morrison.
All of that is odd, in my view. An alternative explanation might be that Cass’s father was Navy Intelligence, which is why they moved to Arlington. He probably did not die in 1962, but might have faked his death. That is common in the Intel business – once an assignment is over, all traces need to be removed, so the operative fakes death and moves on to a new name and new assignment.
This would also explain how Cass ended up in Laurel Canyon with all of the other children of spooks that made up the Los Angeles music scene of the 1960s and 70s. And it might also explain why she too faked her death. Her assignment, along with 70 or so others who did likewise, was over.
The whole of Operation Chaos wrapped up with the faked Tate-LaBianca murders. The object appears in hindsight to be usurping leadership of the antiwar movement, defining it with drugs, music and weird dress, and then bringing in Charles Manson to traumatize the public and blackwash the whole movement. The antiwar movement died in the wake of the Manson affair. It was a brilliant psyop.
Once done, the fake musicians and a few actors began fake-dying, each moving to a new assignment, a few of which (Bill O’Reilly, Thom Hartmann, Amy Goodman) we have exposed here.
Cass’s Jim Morrison connection is suspicious too, but I will write about that another time. Just to note it here, however, I am not convinced that Admiral George Stephen Morrison, Commander of US Forces in the Gulf of Tonkin in 1964, had a son named Jim. There was a young man, incredibly handsome and charismatic, who went by the name Jim and who could even sing a little, and who also faked his death, but I don’t think it was the Admiral’s real son. Weird, it is.
Cass had a booming singing voice – I’ve not heard a voice as powerful as hers in pop music since Kate Smith. I do not know which twin sang, or if both did. I suspect without her, the Mamas and Papas would not have caught our attention as they did, that is, they were a spook operation too. John Phillips was the son of a Marine Corps Captain, probably Intelligence, as that is the common thread in Laurel Canyon. The Mamas and Papas then were guaranteed concert dates, TV appearances and record deals and the Wrecking Crew to assist them. But without Cass, they might have ended up more like the Coyotes and sister Leah Kunkel, enjoying only modest success. Cass’s voice defined them.
I have spent a lot of time examining photographs of the Cass Elliot twins, and it has not been hard work. I get a feel for these people as I stare at them for hours, and with these two I pick up genuine smiles, some serenity, sadness and joy, much like regular humans.
I originally picked out ten photos, and as I told Straight, thought the project was going to be a piece of cake. One after another matched up beautifully. But photos 7,8 and 9 did not. Oh oh, I thought. Dammit! Twins!
I took one of three non-matching photos and matched it up against the seven that I knew were the same, and got seven mismatches. So I set the two side by side on my computer, and stared at them, trying to decide what distinguished them.
Ignore the red line. That was for my use. I finally decided that the twin on the right had a rougher complexion, showed more gum when she smiled, and had a longer nose. I then when to Getty images and looked through photos seeing if I could spot the twin. I picked six and brought them back and set them up and tested them. Five of the six were the twin. I knew I could separate them with my bare eyes.
I isolated ears, but found they told me nothing. I matched teeth, and discovered the following:
The teeth in the top row belong to the twin on the left, and are smoother, whiter, as if they have had more cosmetic work. Does that mean that the twin on the left was the one doing TV appearances?
Finally, I did some facial splits for show here, as I had established in my own mind that we had twins. Here are two that highlight differences:
Those difference were consistent throughout the 25 or so photos I compared. Counting from the left, on the second one, I aligned nose and mouth, and see what happened to the eyes [and chin]. In the third I aligned the eyes correctly, and the other differences became apparent.
To close, I offer some of the photos I liked best of each twin. Here is Twin One, as I call her. She is the one with whiter teeth.
And Twin Two.
Again, why so many twins? We are working on it. We know if gives the overseers flexibility and control, and expands the public appearances and maybe even offers a division of labor for the twins. But they are popping up everywhere we look. There is more to it.
We welcome Mama Cass Elliot, Ellen Naomi Cohen, aboard, and I will today place her name on the Honor Roll of Twins. I hope they are both alive and well.