The Cave and Cleft of God

The Cave and Cleft of God

A Study For a Painting of God

By

John Presco

Copyright 2019

God had conversations with Man. Has anyone compiled His Words? In compiling photographs of McClure’s Beach for my Painting of God, my Angel said;

“God dwells here. This is the Home of God! God liveth in this cave. He will never dwell in Jerusalem again.”

Talk like this will get me killed. By whom? I will be called insane, some more. By whom? Here is where I died, on this sand. My friend had taken me into the water to wash the deep cut in my hand, and a wave caught us. There was too much sand in the water so we went out to our knees. I was completely wet, and went into shock. I looked up and saw an angel hovering over me. I pointed her out to my friend who looked down on me in a tunnel.

I left my body and walked through this cleft in the rock that a photographer calls a “crevice”.  I sat down and beheld God sitting on a rock, that does not exist, unless it is just out of sight in the lower right. You can see the two rocks on either side of the opening. They are like pillars. That is Elephant Rock. My friends built a large fire next to me to dry me. I believe it was the pain of my steaming blue-jeans that brought me back. It was the first thing I saw. I was curled up in the fetus position. The Cave of God is to the left, down the beach a seventy yards. This is His view. Quite a improvement over the Men who love to argue and fight. I am done with that! I was done with that – back then!

As the touched down on the horizon, I was in a Great Battle. Tanks and landing craft came ashore. In every wave advance knights on horseback with lances and many flags. I did not survive this battle. I heard dying American soldiers in Vietnam. We died.

God came here, and looked te thousand miles across the Pacific. He was not happy that America had forsake…………THE TRUTH! He showed me……….THE TRUTH! This is the home of………THE TRUTH!

The waterfall is seasonal. It falls about fifty yards from the cave and looks like the wings of a great angel. I will paint my angel again. This time with wings. Elephant Seal Rock. A great beast comes out of the sea.

Above: A point Just south of McClures beach. I walked through a crevice in the rocks to get here. I believe this the area known as Elephant Rock.

I did a painting of my angel from memory in 1975. I died in 1967. It was the second woman I had done. My skills were not up to par. I had not painted in years. Note the cleft at the top of the rock that goes to another kingdom. I am going to do more religious work.

 

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https://rosamondpress.com/2014/12/28/bonding-with-a-beautiful-angel/

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The Angel of the Silver Chord

Dying was the most beautiful exprience of my life. I got to see God and Heaven. My astral body passed through a cleft in the rocks to this secluded beach. You can see a cave where I would later see The Tree of Life when I wrote my Biblical novel.

Going Into Shock & PTSD

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mccllIn 1987 I returned to McLure’s Beach and climbed the rock I fell on. I was utterly alone. There was no one in the parking lot, and thus no one for miles. I had gone thru the New Hope Program and had a year of sobriety. I had been in hypnotherapy. I had to do this.

I had not climbed but thirty feet, and was heading for the bridge, when I came upon a plaque nailed into the rock.

“6 KNOWN DEATHS”

This plaque was not there in 1967, and the thought that six people who came after me, met their death, was otherworldly. I was entering The Land of the Known Dead. I thought about the collective grief of their families. Their tears had come here. I closed my eyes, took some deep breaths, told myself I can do this, and proceeded.

I do not think Keith and James knew I was going into shock, because they were in shock at seeing me wounded. The powerful dose was incapacitating. We could not walk. Like a heavy gravity we were pinned to the sand. We could only watch and wait until the inital impact subsided.

After James tried to wash my wound, and after I got soaking wet, I told him to leave me be. He went and sat with Keith about fifty feet away. I sat at the edge of the water listening to the strange sound that the gravel made as each wave receded. It sounded like many engines. All of a sudden landing craft were coming out of the ocean, and I was in the a middle of horrendous battle. A young man fell next to me, mortally wounded. When he died, and with his last breath, he uttered his last word;

“Mother!”

I believe I was that soldier.

I watch that scene from Saving Private Ryan where the captain goes into a tunnel of silence. The engine of war is grating up and down my backbone. My teeth are chattering. I can not make it stop.

Jon

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chord6James Taylor, who was with me when I died, indeed, he saw me die (and saw me come back to life) would put books by my bed in the attic. They were books on the Indian Religion and the Silver Chord. This was such a loving thing to do. James looked like a doctor from 1918. He drove a Pierce Arrow.

Robert would come by now and then and lie next to me and meditate. Other people on a spiritual path would do this in the coming years. A woman came into the attic and said;

“There’s a gold aura around that man.”

I gasped when I beheld Rena’s face. Later, I asked her what it was like to wake each morning, go to the mirror……”and behold your beauty?”

Rena’s beauty was a living description of the incredible beauty I saw when I died.It is hard to describe. Rena was…

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The Sea Witch

A man who died and saw God, who then restored his life after showing him his lineage, would be born unto this religious and patriotic line that founded America. Did Jesus found a Democracy? Was he for Equality? Yes, and I am about to prove it. There is nothing left to do. This linage will continue with my grandchildren. Heather will have another child.

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/04/13/my-patriot-ancestors-the-hulls/

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A Rose Among The Woodwose

By

John Presco

Copyright 2019

“The Reverend Mr. Wilson appears again at the mansion of Governor Bellingham and questions Hester about her right to raise the little girl.  When he asks Pearl who “made thee,” Pearl astonishes him by replying that she was plucked from the wild rose bush by the prison.  After this response, the Reverend Wilson feels the child should be taken from Hester, believing the mother wishes to “make a mountain bank of this child.”

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/03/05/wilson-and-webb/

John Webb Evered asked Mary Dyers one more time if she would repent, or die. She said she would not repent. As Captain of a Artillery Company, it was John’s duty to take her life. He put a noose around Mary’s neck, and she was no more.

When I read this for the first time this morning, I gasped! Is John, kindred, via the Webb family?…

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Why I Died

I am going to do a painting of God and use this work as an illustration for my book that should be published in a week.

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What came out in the attack of the Ugly Kimbo Tribe, is that any scumbag who says he or she is a Christian, has a good chance of being raptured. They don’t have to read the Bible, or, know a word of what Jesus said. Of course the Rrats are going to viciously attack my claim that I was dead, but then, God restored my life. They will strut their Ugly Fat Asses in front of my window, and call me deluded – and dangerously insane! They will say I think I am their King Jesus. But, they forget about Lazarus.

My Rosemond-Roover kin bid Bosch to do painting for St. John’s Church you see in the painting of John of Revelations beholding an angel. The model could be my kin.

I am holding a piece of the rock I took when I went back to McClure’s Beach in 1988…

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I Worship This Father and Daughter

My angel bid me to take in Patrice Hanson and her two young sons whose lives were endangered by Randall Delpiano. This saved their lives, along with the birth of my daughter, Heather Hanson. This is a bond made by an angel. All the negativity others have contributed, is meaningless. It does not matter if we ever see each other again, or exchange words. Our work is done.

Patrice did not tell me she was married before we lay down together. She took off her ring before we met. She told me the truth in the morning, then asked me to save her two sons who were seven and ten. I do not get involved with married women. What was in it for me to see the wife of a violent husband? I gave sanctuary to the children, and formed  bond  with a wife who told me she was going to get a divorce. A total stranger found himself in the middle of a ongoing family crisis that was solved by the birth of my daughter. The husband could not, and did not conceive a child. He died childless. I believed I would die, childless. An angel bid me to save the children. New life, was the result. My fathership was not completed – until now!

Heather is sixteen in this photo, and I am fifty-one. I have moved all the negativity from my home and my soul, with the help of my angel you see in the painting I did of her, coming out of the sea. This time, she offers the world to my daughter. May she set a course for her new life.

John Presco

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/06/23/the-cave-and-cleft-of-god/

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High Noon Canceled

When Kim Haffner, Krista, and her Beat-up boy, viewed by Renabelle video – they shrieked for joy! Now they got the goods on me. They can now get back at me for telling my rude neighbor not to pet my cat. Millions of folks are looking for a confrontation. Evangelicals preach a showdown come Sunday.

No doubt the FBI reads this blog, because, I am reporting from the Frontline of Chaos!

Seer Jon

Is Joseph Orosco The Ringleader?

https://rosamondpress.com/2019/05/28/my-letter-to-ed-ray/

I believe this dude is the ringleader. Let us look at the photo again. The majority of these people are Hispanic. Is this why they did not want to give their names, because they will be identified as Latinos. Orosco worships Chez Guevara. I grew up in Oakland where I had Hispanic friends who hated gringos and wanted to take back California that my kindred, John Fremont, rested away from the owners of huge land grants. Fremont’s father-in-law is Senator Thomas Har Benton. Joe lies about all this renaming being “open”. Joseph Orosco is a propagandist, who believes telling lies to white people for the sake of his people, is permitted.

https://rosamondpress.com/2017/05/31/high-noon-covfefe/

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I saw IT ALL………..coming! I am a Seer!

Jon

Ann Coulter said Wednesday that she is canceling her planned speech at the University of California, Berkeley, because she had lost the backing of conservative groups that had initially sponsored her appearance.

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Ms. Coulter, in a message to The New York Times, said, “It’s a sad day for free speech.”

Despite insisting that she would go to Berkeley regardless — even after the university said it could not accommodate her on the date and time it had initially scheduled her because of threats of violence — Ms. Coulter said she did not see how she could go forward. The school said she could speak only at a later date and an earlier time of day, when there were likely to be fewer students on campus and less of a likelihood for violent outbreaks.

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Ed Ray Speaks To You – His Chosen Ones!

Ed Ray has opened the proverbial Can of Worms. Our lawmakers go hide in Idaho. Here come the Three Percenters! How do they feel about Robert E. Lee and his statues – that are works of art?

The Art Gods have been awoken! Below is a hand-carved grave marker for the son of a Patriot. This is my Badge. Royal Rosamond Press is named after this family that were too poor to buy tombstones. Being kin to Robert E. Lee is a Pass. Freedom of the Press should matter to the Three Percenters. If not – get out of Dodge!

These Militias are all for Family Values and Family Traditions. They don’t got my family tree. How much more permission do I own……………for going bad? If I became one of them, then I would not be alone. I would have an extended family – and legal representation?

I think I got the plot for my series. An old liberal hippie is ravaged by his family and the art world. He loses his daughter and grandson. He puts on his red, white, and blue war paint. Some see him as the embodiment of Hitler, the frustrated artist.

It’s time to send this blog out to Netflix, HBO, Showtime, Disney!

Bleeding Bad

John Rougemont is back to his old gig, playing Santa at the mall, when a young woman is now at the front of the line. You get big greedy girls like this. Getting comfy, John askes her what she wants for Christmas?

“A father!”

“You never had a father?”

“Yes, but he left my mother as soon as he learned she was pregnant. He is a bad man!”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m sitting on his lap…… and I can feel his stiffy!”

John Rougemont had a colored past. He helped Owsley and the Brotherhood of Eternal Love manufacture and distribute LSD. John had a Sandoz connection in Switzerland where he procured the needed chemicals. His people are from Rougemont, considered the birthplace of Saint Nick. John fled there with Thomas Pynchon’s wife when the heat got bad. Tim Scully was busted. Vineland is not fiction.

At his appartment, John asks his daughter what she wants.

“I want you to make another batch of Aryan Acid. I had my DNA tested, and according to my people, I’ve got the whitest, most Aryan blood they have ever seen. As you know, my mother descends from Eric the Red. As for you, it looks like you are The Source of White.”

“Look Renabelle. I am not going to rehash that old pipedream. It can only lead to trouble. The Heaven’s Gate people got a hold of Acid-A, and they killed themselves! Who are your people?”

“The Triple AAA!”

“Ah – Jeez! Aryan Adolph’s For Anarchy?”

“Yes! You are the Chosen One. At this time, you are the Whitest Man on the planet. Our genes have been traced the Saint Nicholas de Rougemont. I have been sent to beg you to be our Egregore!”

“Lord! I thought my last daughter who appear out of the blue, was bad. But, you are really bad! I promised your mother I would do anything for you – if you show up! She wrote me after your were born. What’s an egregore? Have you killed your three with Woden’s Axe?”

John Presco

Copyright 2019

Adolf (Ger.: AH-dolf, Engl.: AY-dolf) is a Germanic name consisting of “Adal” (noble) and “Wolf” (wolf), so the meaning is “Noble Wolf”.

“It may not have been a recruitment meeting, but they still managed to recruit somewhere between seven and 20 followers from Waldport, all of whom immediately got rid of their belongings, severed all ties with family and friends, and left town. Their sudden disappearances led to concern both locally and across the U.S., after national news outlets picked up the story.”

https://www.oregonlive.com/history/2017/12/how_oregon_shaped_heavens_gate.html

https://rosamondpress.com/2011/10/20/breaking-postal-contract-with-santa-claus/

https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/heavens-gate-cult-members-found-dead

https://rosamondpress.com/2012/10/29/the-rose-portal-of-the-eight-beauties/

The cult was led by Marshall Applewhite, a music professor who, after surviving a near-death experience in 1972, was recruited into the cult by one of his nurses, Bonnie Lu Nettles. In 1975, Applewhite and Nettles persuaded a group of 20 people from Oregon to abandon their families and possessions and move to eastern Colorado, where they promised that an extraterrestrial spacecraft would take them to the “kingdom of heaven.” Nettles, who called herself “Ti,” and Applewhite, who took the name of “Do,” explained that human bodies were merely containers that could be abandoned in favor of a higher physical existence. As the spacecraft never arrived, membership in Heaven’s Gate diminished, and in 1985 Bonnie Lu Nettles, Applewhite’s “sexless partner,” died.

https://thomaspynchon.com/thomas-pynchon-inspired-music/

When Nazi marchers came straight down Market Street face-to-face with counter-protesters, members of the Three Percenters militia knew it would be no picnic in the park.

“We knew where the entrance would be [in the back of the park],” said C.J. Ross, of Amherst, a Three Percenter. “It was clear they came to fight.”

Of many iconic photographs to come out of the Aug. 12 rally of Nazi and white supremacist organizations at Emancipation Park were photos of a line of militia members in military outfits armed with semi-automatic weapons.

In fact, there were two groups of ideologically opposite and armed militia in Charlottesville for the rally. And, while the rally erupted into physical violence, no shots were fired.

Instead, members of the Three Percenters and the Redneck Revolt, a left-leaning militia, said they attempted to thwart fights and provide emergency medical care.

“Probably 80 percent of our members served in Afghanistan or Iraq, so [the violence] wasn’t that big of a deal to them. They know how to handle situations,” Ross said. “Most organizations like us [and the Revolt] train on a regular basis, so it’s no surprise that no shots were fired. We disagree politically [with the Redneck Revolt], but they’re good people.”

Three Percenters are an American patriot movement composed of former military personnel and others pledging to protect citizens and the Constitution. The group takes its name from the 3 percent of Colonists who opposed King George and fought in the American Revolution.

Members of the Redneck Revolt, an organization opposing white supremacy and exploitation of the working class, provided security at Justice Park, from which counter-protesters marched to Emancipation Park.

The organization takes its name from the 1921 Battle of Blair Mountain in which armed coal miners confronted lawmen and mine company strike-breakers in West Virginia.

Saving Dottie Witherspoon – Again!

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dottiewDottie Witherspoon almost became Christine’s sister-in-law. She may have fathered my child the Seers said I had. They saw two faint leaves on my rose. A year later, my sixteen year old daghter appear in my life for the first time.

I fought with real witches on Beacon Hill, the same time I took the Mafia to court – and won! I saved Dottie from a guy who said he was a Warlock. I encouraged Dottie to stay away from drugs as I did most folks I befriended after my terrible fall on the rocks at MacLure’s Beach in 1967. Dottie descends from the Signer, John Witherspoon, and it looks like I descend from the Signer, John Hart. The Witherspoons are in the famous Preston genealogy, as is Jessie and John Fremont who founded the Republican Party. I discovered the Prestons are close kin to the Stewart family, and thus, William and Harry. I discovered the Hart family are kin to Princess Diana.

https://www.richmond.com/news/virginia/three-percenters-and-the-redneck-revolt-member-speaks-about-group/article_6c880fa3-e279-527c-85b1-026256959473.html

https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2019/06/armed-extremists-just-escalated-oregons-fight-over-climate-legislation/

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Here is one of the strangest historic documents you will ever read. What I am looking at is a movie comedy ‘Zardoz At Animal House’. It starts out with a black couple sitting outside the EMU at the UofO. They are googling together. Benton Hall comes to their attention. They send Ed Ray a message. Ed, chokes on his…………when he realizes he has not shored up his White Power Rule over the Oregon State Vortex. The radical Blacks and Indians are at the gate. They have found Ed’s Achilles Heal. Ed needs to throw them a bone.

Up in Benton Tower are the crossed femer bones of Senator Thomas Hart Benton. He takes one, and throws it down to group of Blacks and Native Americans who are demanding the titles to land owned by OSU. They want real land, and not more bullshit. The land they want is much bigger…

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