Felos emerges onto the scene as a bizarre character steeped in a hippie-type spritism that flourished in the 60's and 70' of the last century.
Details of the long, eccentric trip that led him into the present spotlight are detailed elsewhere, but one of the key questions in the executiion of Terri Schiavo jumps out .
Should one of the key players who has heavily influenced and directed the actions of Michael Schiavo and Judge George Greer be someone who is an individual suffers episodes of hallucinations?
Everyone agrees that an individual has a perfect right to any private belief--even when seemingly irrational. But when these otherwoldly experiences intrude deeply into the field of judicial litigation and lead to the condemning of an innocent person to death by probate decision, then some kind of line must be drawn.
There must be some recourse in a legal system that allows such death-decisions to be made with this kind of off-the-wall illogic percolating just under the surface of the Court's rulings.
Let other cases concluded on the basis of supernatural occurences go unchallenged, but not--for God's sake--a case which terminates in the death of an innocent victim.
Why--Why--wasn't a de novo re-examination of all evidence and all rulings made upon that evidence in Greer's case-n-chief accomplished--as virtually ordered by the United States Congress?
Here's a startling look into the mind of George Felos revealed in his own words.
As I continued to stay beside Mrs. Browning at her nursing home bed, I felt my mind relax and my weight sink into the ground. I began to feel light-headed as I became more reposed. Although feeling like I could drift into sleep, I also experienced a sense of heightened awareness.
As Mrs. Browning lay motionless before my gaze, I suddenly heard a loud, deep moan and scream and wondered if the nursing home personnel heard it and would respond to the unfortunate resident. In the next moment, as this cry of pain and torment continued, I realized it was Mrs. Browning.
I felt the mid-section of my body open and noticed a strange quality to the light in the room. I sensed her soul in agony. As she screamed I heard her say, in confusion, "Why am I still here. . .Why am I here?" My soul touched hers and in some way I communicated that she was still locked in her body. I promised I would do everything in my power to gain the release her soul cried for. With that the screaming immediately stopped. I felt like I was back in my head again, the room resumed its normal appearance, and Mrs. Browning, as she had throughout this experience, lay silent (73).
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He put on quite an act behaving as though he was grasping for words to express himself. Many, I'm sure, believed every word he said.