Rosewaterish

“Only 3 people were in the bowl when christine was taken. Mom,
Drew and Christine. After going to the house, then a little
later, I think I hear something (it’s windy so I think I’m hearing
something).”

Thus wrote Shamus Dundon in a e-mail to me who is inside a famous ‘Back to the Earth’ house reading a book when his aunt was “taken” by a freak wave. The wind is blowing so hard you can hear it. Such a wind blows in many famous mystery stories. Then, there is that haunted house on the cliff overlooking the sea that is owned by a wealthy and powerful man who due to a tragedy, can not live there anymore Is this the Rosewater estate. Some say he has gone mad, or, is that his wife?

With the discovery that house was built by a famous architect, and then abandoned, no one will escape my questions. Oh sure, they can say I am mad (and they have) but this house pulls them back into the abyss from which no one will escape; for the World of Architecture cares more than the World of Artists? How about the World of Literature that can’t resist that castle atop Cragmont, even if it is not real.

Here is how big waves are generated:

I took Mr. Rosewater camping with me. I checked out Vonnegut’s intriguing novel that depicts an eccentric who inherits a large family fortune and makes philanthropy his vocation, his excuse for living; for in truth he is a drunken slob wanna-be fire chief, he on par with the scum-filled nobodies and parasites he is dedicated to in hope he can turn their life around.

God knows he can not turn his life around, or his wife’s who flees from her husband and returns to Europe where she is titled ‘The Duchess of Rosewater’. In studying Mrs. Rosewater a quack psychiatrist invents a psychosis called “Samariphobia” which made me chuckle (again) because Kurt has thrown open a window into his real personal life and let us hear a rerun of a real event, where he says to his significant other;

“Will it kill you to be kind?”

Well, apparently Ms. Rosewater is doomed to return to her husband and commit an act of kindness.

When I was attending a program in hope I could learn not to get drunk again, I wrote a short science fiction story called ‘Pay As You Go’. It takes place in the future where Madison Ave types are hired to solve the indigent problem. What they come up with is ‘Love Your Indigent Booth’. Homeless reprobates are sealed in booths that are placed in public places like subways. If you like their looks, or, for some reason one tugs on your heart string, then you insert coins in the slot in order to prolong their life. If their time should run out, a steel shutter descend and a poison gas puts and end to their miserable existence.

That my life would be threatened by a gang of homeless chics, after I tried to make a homeless activist heir to my intellectual property (that may be utterly worthless) tells me the science fiction I wrote years ago are prophetic glimpses, which is a theme in GBMR.

Consider our President who according to America’s Rich – is not THE President of the United States – but an extremely liberal nut who long ago chose philanthropy as a profession (in want of a huge pile of money) and thus suffers from an acute case of Anti-Samariphobia. How can he be stopped? The Republican Congress is convincing millions that the only way to put an end to this sick man’s career, is, NOT TO PAY YOUR TAXES, which is the easiest sell ever invented.

Paul, who was ‘All Things To All Men’ was not THE MAN to early Christians who did not want to pay the Roman Tax, and thus empower slave masters. Paul said “pay your taxes” and “remain slaves” which goes against the claim that Obama is enslaving WASPS, Vonnegut’s favorite target. That he identifies a French import as the ‘Duchess of Rosewater’ ‘Queen of Wasps’ is perhaps a reference to Jackie O whose husband was liberal do-gooder lush and womanizer ‘The First Pope in the White House’. Consider the name Rose Kennedy and Jacqueline Bouvier. Kurt had well-to-do friends. What were they saying about Jack Kennedy who resembled Oscar Wilde’s ‘Happy Prince’.

I had to get away. I was furious to discover that Allan Fox sold a one of a kind house built especially for him – at a loss! This guy makes millions making smart real estate deals. His smart and wealthy neighbors did not miss the truth he made a bad deal. Why? What was his motive? Did he know I wanted to talk to him? Did he fear the sheriff would ask questions? If Allan was emotionally distraught, then one is bid to ask if he was romantically involved with Christine. If this was the case, then one has to ask if something went wrong with their relationship.

What needs to be determined, is, was Allan Fox living in that house when Christine Rosamond Benton went down to that dangerous cove, and sat on a rock with her back to the sea. Vicki said her son was in the main house playing video games. When I reminded her of the account she told me of my kindred ogling the T.V. inside the main house, my investigation was on. Why the lie that they didn’t have access to the main part of the house? Why wouldn’t they tell me the owners name? For wanting the truth to simple questions, I received a e-mail from Shamus Dundon who refused to give me my pregnant daughter’s phone number, she having disappeared from my, life so she can get near the ‘Art Money’.

Heather Delpiano never knew Christine, or, met any member of my family before she came out of nowhere in 2000. Her fake father, Randolph Delpiano, was a San Quinton Convict who was arrested twice for impersonating Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead. He bilked women out of money and received sexual favors. When I told Heather and her mother rich and powerful me had shut my niece, Shannon Rosamond, out of her legacy, they did their best to oppress their glee, because, this meant rich men could own my daughter’s loyalty for a fair sum of money. Getting behind the poor starving artist and writer-father fighting the real bad guys, only happens in the movies. My daughter is right out of a Vonnegut novel. Delipiano is in the Dead Book and is a immortal who died childless because his seed was no good according to his wife who found the Rosamond website.

If the grieving Allan Fox moved out of that house, and waited for the right buyer to come along, then he might have made a $200,000 dollars profit he could have used to establish a Trust for Christine’s two Heirs, my two nieces. This is key, because Allan creates a Foundation in his mother’s name, she a ungifted artist and school teacher. Allan wanted her name to be immortalized, along with his offspring, who he set up to be professional philanthropists.

Allan said he did this because he did not want to give them his money because he is a conservative. He wanted them to earn his money by giving it away. Did Fox enjoy paying his taxes? Or, did he fear the Internal Revenue Man may come calling?

Alas, he figured out a way that the IRS would not get HIS money for generations to come? Garth and Christine Benton were in deep trouble for not paying their taxes – for years! Hmmmm! Folks used investing in lithographs as a tax write-off. There was the possibility the Benton’s would go to jail. But, thanks to Sydney Morris, who handled the Buck Foundation, the IRS left just a little to my kindred and close their case. Morris waved his huge fee. Hmmmm!

The question I have, is why would a conservative want to live in a Bohemian House, and, be associated with a world-famous female artist?
Was Allan trying to capture Rosamond and put her in his gilded cage, my sister reduced to being the highlight of Mr. Foxe’s Bohemian Petting Zoo? “Goodbye little yellowbird!” ”

This house on the crag overlooking a stormy sea has a Hitchcockish flavor to it when one beholds the need for Allan to turn his mother into an icon of the art world. And, then she shows up ‘The Rose of the World’ she competing with ‘The Eternal Mother’ (who never dies) for Allan’s adoration.

Consider the Bates Hotel. Is Allan a narcissist who Christine took advantage of, she working many people when the sale of her images of beautiful women, began to fade. Rosamond was selling shares of immortality. Did Allan want the real deal, and thus he proposed to Christine? Perhaps he just wanted to discover is she was going to roll-over on others, just to save her own skin.

The first question a real detective would have asked Mr. Fox, is;

“What is your relationship to Mrs. Benton?”

Not only does the Benton Family History lead to the Bohemian House, but to the “bowl” below this house that looks like the Yona of the Earth Goddess Mother. From Vaginamundi flows the ‘Water of Life’. Consider the Laver meaning “sea” and the possibility John the Baptist baptized converts in rosewater. The name Eliot is ‘Elijah’ whom John was the embodiment of. Kurt summoned the name of the Baptist.

In my next post I will give evidence Vonnegut was Seeing God and had invented a clever literary style to disguise this possibility lest he be declared legally insane and committed to a ward where he could no longer drink Scotch Whiskey. Folks who are seeing God are driven to speak out. What people don’t realize, is, God only made one Ken Kesey, but, He made more than one Vonnegut. How many, is worthy of a investigation. Kurt was aware of the others. How to be kind to these “others” was the porpus of the Rosewater Foundation.

All Vonnegut wanted to be was a shlock science-fiction writer whose rare visions are captured in a pornographic world that worships the ‘Beaver Shot’. Kilgore Trout, and Eliot Rosewater, may still be alive. In theory, Rosamond is still alive, because there is NO ACCOUNT of her death, try as the Fiction Writers and Sooth Sayers, may. In this respect, Rosamond is an Immortalmundi.

Allan Fox ran away from his chance to be an immortal. Why?

Jon Presco

https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/4076-god-bless-you-mr-rosewater-or-pearls-before-swine

“Ingrid is excited about how the next generation board honors the foundation’s mission while adapting to the dynamic needs of the world.

In forty years Alan Fox wants his family to care about each other and others–

I couldn’t do anything better than forming the foundation and making an impact through its work. I love it, love it!”

Our foundation honors Frieda C. Fox, an accomplished teacher, artist, and musician who was the first in her family to attend college in the 1920′s. Throughout her life, she inspired a love of learning, self-expression, and compassion within her family and community. Through this foundation, four generations of her family hope to do the same.

The Frieda C. Fox Family Foundation’s mission is to maximize the potential of children and youth in our communities. Our greater family vision is that all children should enjoy strong and effective learning environments that encourage their talent, creativity, and excellence, irrespective of their families’ socio-economic circumstances.

Founded in 1999 by Alan C. Fox, the foundation began making grants for education in 2003, and over the past decade has become known for its venture funding of innovative projects and its ‘beyond the check’ service, delivering high engagement, pro-bono non-financial assistance to grantees and programs we incubate. The Foundation is currently completing a strategic planning process to inform its next decade of work.

Alan C. Fox made it a priority for young members of his family (starting at age 8) to be involved in the Foundation. In his words,

I want to help young kids in our family and the communities we serve because they are the most susceptible to intervention and it lasts longer. Kids have amazing energy and ideas that must be tapped into!”

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Alan’s daughter, Ingrid, was 13 when the foundation was formed in 1999 and was involved from the beginning. When she was 19 she became a board member and helped start the Foundation’s formal Junior Board (for those ages 8-18).

The Foundation’s mission — to maximize the potential of youth — resonates with me as it has been ingrained in me as a person and is important to my parents and was important to my grandmother, Frieda C. Fox. I want to contribute to the lives of young people to help them succeed.”

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Ingrid is excited about how the next generation board honors the foundation’s mission while adapting to the dynamic needs of the world.

In forty years Alan Fox wants his family to care about each other and others–

I couldn’t do anything better than forming the foundation and making an impact through its work. I love it, love it!”

”Traveling thousands of miles across the Pacific, the mountain of water offshore would appear at first only to be a heavy swell. But in the moment that
its base slams into the rock wall extending beyond and well below
rocky inlet, and enormous surge of water is driven upward with
terrible force. Rising above and curling forward over the defending
rock, as the space narrows, the rogue wave rips in through the inlet
as well, increasing in speed to ten, twenty, perhaps thirty miles an
hour.”

This oceanfront location seems a perfect place, and a perfect dayfor
exploring and tide pooling, with a brilliant blue sky. Oddly, for
this peaceful spring morning, THERE IS NO WIND. Christine and Drew
and Vicki are nearly to the cove when Drew slips. Taking her
daughter’s iceplant-smeared hand, Christine slides her free hand into
the pocket of the stylish leather jacket. As she feels the shells
Drew has given her for safe keeping, Christine flashes on the value
of drawing everything possible from a single moment.”

Only 4 people were at the beach house. Me, mom,> > Christine, and
Drew> > All four of us went for a walk. We started near the> > water
where there cliff> > ended(sand meeting water) and worked our way
back up> > the cliffs. I> > seperated from them early on after not
seeing any> > sea urchins etc(I was> > hoping for tidal pool type
stuff) I went find> > lizards after running around> > the cliffs for
about 15 minutes I gave up and went> > back to the house to> > read.
Only 3 people were in the bowl when christine> > was taken. Mom,
Drew> > and Christine. After going to the house , then a> > little
later, I think I> > hear something (it’s windy so I think I’m hearing>
> something).

Mom called me last night after getting an email from Heather. Heather
was very upset about the things you said to her. Mom was ticked off
at me, accusing me of stirring things up by having Heather contact
you, so she wanted me to write Heather to advise her what to do about
it. Mom also said she would call Heather in a day or two to add her 2
cents. I’ve already advised Heather in an email last night.

I suggested she may want to wait until after the baby is born to
contact you, considering she doesn’t need the extra stress while
she’s present. At that time, I hadn’t read all your rubbish yet about
you thinking I was posing as her. I will write her another email
suggesting she call you only if you write her anapology. (by the way,
write an apology as you would to her, not one you think is going to
me as a fraud) long story short, yes mom does have her phone number,
yes I could get it from her. No I won’t give it to you without
Heathers consent. You have her REAL email address convince her of
your intent and maybe not all is lost.