Vanished

“To this day, no one really knows what happened on that Sunday night in January 1979—no one but her killer, if, indeed, she was murdered. Marcia had always longed for a glimpse into another, brighter, world. Once there, she sent no messages back to the friends who waited for some sign,” famous true-crime author Ann Rule wrote.

Rule, who covered Marcia Moore’s disappearance as a reporter in 1979, also included the case in two of her short story volume collections:

A Rage to Kill and Without Pity

Picture a rural town in northwest Washington, just 100 miles from the Canadian border. This is the town of “Alderwood Manor” or Lynnwood, Washington and in 1977, it became Marcia Moore’s new home.

After years of crisscrossing the United States and Canada on lecture circuits promoting metaphysics, esoteric author Marcia Moore thought this sleepy Seattle suburb surrounded by farmlands, lakes and forests, was the perfect spot as a weary traveler to rest and settle down. As the heiress to the Sheraton Hotel fortune, a sabbatical was no problem. What’s more, she soon married a man who swept her off her feet, an anesthesiologist who fell head over heels for Moore.

While everything seemed to be falling into place for Marcia Moore, one thing’s for certain, she could never stop thinking about metaphysics, a passion that burned brightly inside her since she was a teen. Marcia was an avid reader who devoured every occult book she could get her hands on, about everything from astrology to reincarnation to psychics to yoga, and much more.

Moore became an adept practitioner of past-life regression, a method of hypnosis used to recover memories of previous lifetimes in order to explain traits, talents and challenges in current lives. She had also discovered a great power, a portal to unlock future lives, alternate dimensions, and supernatural entities. Marcia called it “the bright world,” and the secret to accessing it was a drug called ketamine hydrochloride. It was destiny, Marcia believed, that she had found ketamine and was now married to an anesthesiologist with permission to obtain as much ketamine as they wanted.

In the late 1970s Moore began writing about the wonder drug in a book titled Journeys into the Bright World. In 1979, with the book behind her, she became excited to drive to Southern California for a conference on past-life regression. Just two weeks into the New Year, she had made travel arrangements, prepared a speech and loaded her bags. On the eve of her departure, Marcia Moore mysteriously vanished into thin air.

Wild theories abounded about her disappearance and when the media caught wind of the case of the missing heiress, sensationalism suddenly descended upon the sleepy town of Lynnwood. Suicide, accidental death, kidnapping, murder by a coven of witches, alien abduction, were all considered…in addition to perhaps the wildest theory of all. Some in the New Age community thought Marcia summoned all of the metaphysical wisdom she had learned to dematerialize, dissipating into the ether.

Investigate with us as we present new revelations about Marcia’s story in our book Dematerialized: The Mysterious Disappearance of Marcia Moore. This is not conjecture about the case from the outside. This is a deeper look with unearthed information from inside sources who were there when Marcia Moore went missing in 1979.

“Years before I ever wrote about Marcia Moore, she was familiar to me. I first saw her image in the seventies when so many of us were caught up in the yoga craze, hard on the heels of the study of reincarnation and astrology. The lithe, gorgeous woman who demonstrated yoga positions….was Marcia. She seemed to all of us in that bemused decade to be the very essence of perfection. My friends and I would have been shocked to know that her life had been as beset by heartbreak as it had been blessed by wealth and genetic gifts. Seeing her then as she posed in leotards and tights, a study in grace and beauty, no one could ever have imagined the tragedy that lay ahead of her.”

Ann Rule in her story The Lost Lady