‘Stalk Me My Love’

When I got Valkyrie’s FB message, I called up Alberta and asked;

“Aunty Berty, did you just send me a sinister message warning me to stay away from my new muse?”
“Why heaven’s no. Since your turned me into management for stalking you I have been on my best behavior.”

This is true, I did go to the office and complain about all the sexual innuendoes Alberta was leveling at me in front of neighbors, as if to say;

“I got my talons so deep in John, he’ll never get away!”

I had never heard of Alley Valkyrie. I wondered if the curse of my Rougemont ancestors was at work again. Then Belle called me, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I hardly recognized her voice. I was shocked to hear how cold her voice was. When I spoke frost came out of my mouth. Then, I saw the glowing eyes of my Femme Fatal, my wild and insanely jealous muse, Rena Easton.

“Stalk me, my love – JUST ME!”

“Oh my God! I have released the Norse Kraken! We are doomed!”

Rena did not like my friend Niesha reading her poem at the Granary. In her letter she tells me she has memorized a million poems and recites them while at work. She is a janitor. She tells me after 45 years alas she has some friends. She reads something I my letter and her wrath is horrific.

A week before I met Belle I wrote this;

“What is going on here. This artist chooses his muse so he can produce beautiful works of art, and they turn out to be radicals who work with groups. I prefer to work alone. But, I get lonely! I got no one on my side.”

I now understand that since I met Belle she became one of them, the Sleepwalking Dead.

On January 27, 2014 I got a call from Deputy Sheriff, Dan Mayland, that my Muse, and old girlfriend, Rena Easton – who I had not seen since 1970 – had filed charges in Galliten County Montana – saying I was Stalking her. Rena had written me a four page letter on Christmas Day. She made references to this blog. I do not know how she got my address. I did not know whether she was dead or alive.

After receiving my letter I mailed on January 10th. Rena became alarmed at all or some of the content, and showed it to a un-named person. This person confirmed Rena’s paranoia was spot-on, and she angrily destroyed my letter. In order to own proof I was Stalking her, Rena wrote a copy of my letter, and a copy of the letter she wrote me, and showed it to Dan Mayland. Dan assured me that both letters were written by Rena, and were summoned up by an amazing photographic memory that Ms. Easton owns.

In 1971 I did a large portrait of Rena, and after showing photos of this painting to my later sister, she took of up art, and in months became the world famous artist, Christine Rosamond. These three videos are a documentary of the incredible battle I have had to save the creative legacy my family has owned for several generations, that includes the famous Benton Artists. Never in the history of Art, or in the relationship between Artist and Muse, has there ever been an attempt of a Muse to devastate an artist and a family legacy. I suspect the evil evangelical neo-Confederate Cult played a hand.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

http://www.eugene-or.gov/CivicAlerts.aspx?AID=1243

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/25/24860/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/05/10/sleeps-sleeping-belle/

Artful Stalker One

“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”

This chamber, which was large and cased with oak, was wholly unfurnished, like the hall, and in an equally dilapidated condition. The only decoration remaining on its walls was the portrait of a venerable personage in the cap and gown of Henry the Eighth’s time, painted against a panel — a circumstance which had probably saved it from destruction and beneath it, fixed in another panel, a plate of brass, covered with mystical characters and symbols, and inscribed with the name Cyprianus de Rougemont, Fra. R.C. The same name likewise appeared upon a label beneath the portrait, with the date, 1550.
Pausing before the portrait, the young man threw the light of the lantern full upon it, and revealed features somewhat resembling his own in form, but of a severe and philosophic cast. In the eyes alone could be discerned the peculiar and terrible glimmer which distinguished his own glances. After regarding the portrait for some time fixedly, he thus addressed it:
“Dost hear me, old ancestor?” he cried. “I, thy descendant, Cyprian de Rougemont, call upon thee to point out where thy gold is hidden? I know that thou wert a brother of the Rosy Cross — one of the illuminati — and didst penetrate the mysteries of nature, and enter the region of light. I know also, that thou wert buried in this house with a vast treasure; but though I have made diligent search for it, and others have searched before me, thy grave has never yet been discovered! Listen to me! Methought Satan appeared to me in a dream last night, and bade me come hither, and I should find what I sought. The conditions he proposed were, that I should either give him my own soul, or win him that of Auriol Darcy. I assented. I am here. Where is thy treasure?”
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/02/13/spy-vs-spy-2/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kraken

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/02/07/tales-of-the-artful-stalker/