The Phantom Patriot
My name was Richard McCaslin, though many came to know me by the name The Phantom Patriot. My story is not one of fiction—it’s a chronicle of belief, of righteous fury, of a man who dared to step beyond the bounds of silence and confront the darkness he believed was hiding in plain sight.
I was born 1964 in Ohio. Over time, my world shifted, and the mask of fiction began to merge with what I saw as a grim and terrifying reality.
The world isn’t always what it seems. Secrets live in the shadows. In 2002, after years of researching, I learned about a place nestled in the redwood forests of California—Bohemian Grove. Powerful men gathered there, politicians and business elites. And at the heart of their strange rituals was a massive stone owl, which I came to understand as the representation of Moloch, a god once worshiped through child sacrifice.
I couldn’t sit idle. I couldn’t wait for someone else to stop it. So I became The Phantom Patriot. Armed with a rifle, and a righteous purpose, I infiltrated the Grove in the dead of night. My mission was clear: rescue any children I believed were held there and destroy the idol of Moloch. I found no children that night, but I did what I could—I left my mark. I was arrested, imprisoned, ridiculed. But I never recanted.
I stood by my beliefs. My path wasn’t easy after that. The world didn’t welcome my warnings. The masks of media and authority called me delusional. But I was awake. And to be awake in a sleeping world is a kind of torment. Still, I pressed on.
In 2015, I was found dead inside my car outside a Freemason lodge in Washington. They say it was suicide. But those who know the patterns—the sigils, the rituals, the silence—know that my death carries a deeper weight. I was investigating. I was searching. I was getting close to truths that many would kill to keep buried.
But I am not gone. I live on in those who listen—not just to my words, but to the call. The call to act. To be brave. To see beyond the veil. I was not a perfect man. But I moved with purpose when others only talked. I acted while others merely spoke. I risked everything to confront what I believed to be a dark cabal preying on the innocent. And now, my torch has been passed—not to the weak, but to you. To all who dare to pull on a mask, not to hide, but to reveal. To all who know that evil flourishes not in shadows alone, but in the comfort of complicity. Be the one who stands. Be the Phantom Patriot in your own story. Because the war for truth, for justice, and for the soul of humanity—it never ended. And neither have I.