In 1997 I began my play about the abuse of the homeless and mentally ill. I was going to show this to Belle when she came over to model. I did not know her mother was the Queen of the Eugene Theatre. Kasadah!
I was not told my father was dead, and my mother was dying. They made my famous sister out to be insane in their book. They were not going to tell me my sister Vicki was dead. I wrote this ten days after she died, thinking she was still alive.
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me
Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said
Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome
Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly
Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be
Que será, será
Opening Scene ‘Daughter Dead’
Posted on October 26, 2016
by Royal Rosamond Press
Marilyn is a homeless idiot savant living in the ruins of Playland at the Beach in San Francisco. She would be diagnosed with Aspergers that is known to produce beings of extraordinary mental powers. It’s all here! The Archetype of a Masterpiece. This is my farewell to the Generation of Love – and Fun. With the demolition of Playland, and the Fun House, comes the rise of the Righteous Right, the inventors of the new Inquisition bent on attacking the Liberal-Left – where it hurts.
“THERE WILL BE NO MORE MAD PEOPLE HAVING FUN. WE MUST GET SERIOUS AND BALANCE THE BUDGET.”
The Prankster Clowns must be rounded up and put in a Loony Bin, or, buried alive in the ‘Mad Mine’. All the Fun Ore has been depleted. Time to go to work for Ronny McClown the Out of Work Actor, the Right-wing Con Man.
The reason I abandoned this play was the incredibly sad conclusion that the creative telepathic connection I had with my late sister, was no more. I was able to keep that channel open for two years. I had lost contact with Marilyn Reed. My play was turning into a musical. There is a very prophetic number with Aryan dancers singing like Negros as they go down the isles of Limbo Church – that will blow your mine! What muse, what spirit, is dictating my……stuff!
My protagonist is caught up in a legal battle over the land where Bohemian Playland was built. The Yuppiefiers want to build condos. It’s a case of Gentrification. It would not be till the year 2000 that I discovered one of my great grandfathers founded a theme park in Belmont. My sixteen year old daughter came into my life in 2,000. I thought I was fatherless. Instead of having fun together, making up for lost time, she was the point of the compass for unfunny folks waiting in the wings, waiting for me to strike it rich – as a writer! There was not a writer or artist among the lot, but, when they perceived, somehow, their fortune took a turn for the worse, they threw their monkey wrench into my works. Most fun dies like this, with a scowl and a whimper.
“Why?”
Not till this morning did I realize Belle was Marilyn, who “ran with the Psycho-babel Bitches from Hell’ in the streets of New York. Two hours after I met Belle, I am on the phone telling Marilyn Reed I had met a younger version of her. Twenty years later I get a letter from Rena informing me of her amazing memory. Pan is present. The broken merry-go-round is Belle’s parents Labyrinth walk, that came to an end. Or. did it?
Look, there is a fallen tower with the words “Diving Bell” upon it. I captured Beauty in a play that has held a city hostage, for all these years. She who was asleep, is now awoken.
Mon Muse! My beautiful muse! Alas, we are free! “We are all a chuckle and a kiss away from returning to paradise.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2016 https://rosamondpress.com/2016/09/20/imortalizing-belle-burch/
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.
I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.
I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?
Jon
I feel I have emerged from the Labyrinth. I feel, so free to say this without regret, without shame, without remorse….I am in love with Belle Burch!
This is a victory for both of us, for within minutes of beholding her, I knew I was going to immortalize her. I knew she was the one after capturing her in a video. I turned off my camera in order to explain to her why she is the one. I just said the name “Rosamond”
‘Daughter Dead’ is the name of the un-finished play I co-authored with Joseph Balleta who I met at Saturday Market in 1996. I needed help. I was overwhelmed. I might have been the most prolific writer in the history of Eugene – and still am! This play was not finished because Joseph and I had a falling out. He, and his mother, were mainly interested in furthering his writing career, while I was driven to help the homeless – and take on the Christian-right who had invented this Con Job to get around helping most folks in need with government money. They were going to take control of the churches and use them as a smokescreen in what was then called ‘Compassionate Conservatism’. Needless to say my contribution was all over the place, and……………….INSANE!
Joseph wanted a pay-day and recognition. He knew I had been on the bus and was…
After a fight and death at the OCCUPY camp, the elected People of Eugene shut it down. I found a T.V. show where Alley Valkyrie and her lover, John Monroe, go after a Councilman for not approving of fire barrels at the camp for warmth.
Members of the Occupy Eugene movement carry their belongs out of the Washington Jefferson Park last week after the city closed the area.
EUGENE (AP) — The city is building a fence at the home of a city council member who opposed the Occupy Eugene encampment after demonstrators on his lawn, including some topless women, unnerved a family with two young children who were out viewing Christmas lights. The nighttime demonstrations in front of George Poling’s home also appalled neighbors.
. Poling was one of three council members who consistently voted against allowing the Occupy protesters to camp in city parks, but some participants singled him out for opposing fires at the camp.
On Christmas night, a group of 15 to 20 people erected tents on Poling’s lawn. Four were arrested on trespassing charges. Four nights later, five masked women stood on the sidewalk in front of his house with a gong and had letters written on their chests spelling out the word “truth.” No arrests were made.
Police are keeping a watch on Poling’s house, and both Poling and the city have paid for unspecified security measures. Last week, a 6-foot-tall chain link fence was placed in front of Poling’s home at city expense, and on Wednesday, workers began replacing the fence with a permanent wrought iron fence.
“It’s not just about me,” Poling said. “It’s about my wife who has had to put up with this. It’s about this family whose children were traumatized by what they saw.”
The council disbanded the Occupy camp after a fight broke out there, leading to the death of one man. It led to the protests outside Poling’s house.
Here are my neighbors harassing me – after I told them I called the police. Kim Haffner invoked the names of three members of OCCUPY.
Police say four people were taken into custody after they pitched tents on Eugene City Councilor George Poling’s lawn objecting to his vote to close an Occupy Eugene campsite.
Poling tells the Register-Guard that he was awakened by the noise of people ringing his doorbell, banging on the side of his house and yelling.
About 15 protesters gathered around Poling’s house a little after 8 p.m. Sunday, setting up three small tents on his front lawn. Poling called authorities, who took four people away in police cars. Demonstrators chanted, “Fight crime, not speech.”
Meanwhile, the Occupy camp has dwindled to just one person, who has passed his time chatting with strangers and cleaning up trash left behind after city officials ordered the camp shut down last week.
At the Council Work Session, Poling said after nearly 45 years in public service, he’s ready to enjoy his retirement. He was a law enforcement officer for about 30 years before first being elected to City Council in 2003.
George Poling served as a police officer for many years before he became a members of the Eugene City Council. Maybe my neighbor’s cousin knew of him. Kim Haffner took delight in telling me she, and my other neighbors, were backing up Belle Burch and Alley Valkyrie, in their campaign to destroy me and my reputation. Kin used to give them free food at Whoville. These Anarchists had their own T.V. show before they went after my newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press. They enjoyed a forum broadcast on a funded public station.
You can hear the pride John Monroe has when he hands down judgement on Poling whose neighbors were terrified when the TERRORSTS showed up on Christmas Eve – like the Manson family! These are professed witches!
“No Justice! No Peace! (on earth)” the women shouted. Sounds familiar?
NO WONDER BELLE HID WHO SHE WAS INVOLVED WITH. Was she at the Polin house? She would get arrested for going after City Manager, Jon Rieus. My intuition is very good! She had no right to CENSOR that!
Before Alley Valkyrie, John Monroe, Jean Stacey blew into the town of Eugene, most citizens subscribed to, or, accepted that a very unique counterculture was established here, by the Kesey Family, that was not based upon gathering all the homeless in tents, and then demand all social order, and social awareness, be turned over to outsiders, so they can run it as they see fit. because they – are highly organized? Why did these OCCUPY outsiders think Liberal Bohemian People have mothing to do, and were waiting for the Hippie Jesus and his Sex Helper to come trucking on in – down the road. Being seen as the Saviors of the Homeless – was a shoe-in – or so they thought. They believed the Students and the University of Oregon would drop their books, and come help the homeless. Wrong! Their parents had invested a fortune so they could HAVE A CAREER!
“Hi Mommy! I gave all my food money to some beggars. Can you send me money?”
In his diatribe Monroe gives the homeless an endless array of Life Options and Privileges – THEY know they have no right to own. He passes these Diplomas out like candy, then slaps elected people in the face for not honoring – his people! How many are crashing at his place? The homeless make perfect protestors. They don’t go home, or, get bored with the cause. They will do almost anything for a warm hotdog. What other choices do they have. Jean Stacey was shooting ducks in a barrel after she came to Eugene. John says they have to do more “outreach” to get everyone on their side, I mean, the side of the homeless.
I was homeless in 1997, and almost died of pneumonia. I was put out of a side door at Sacred Heart with a bottle of penicillin. I got into ShelterCare on Royal. They thought I was on meds. When they found out I was not on psychotronic drugs, they tried to throw me out on the street. I got an attorney. Some day I will write about it. I am still traumatized. When Kim Haffner tried to force me out of here, it all came back. Haffner was a nurse at the Johnson Unit.
What you are going to see in this video is the flawed reasoning we saw with Charlie Manson and his family. Savior Charlie was going to save America with groovy vibes, and start Helter-Skelter so there would be a race war. Charlie had no Civil Right solutions. Neither does John and Alley – or the Haffners. The do reserve the right to get angry, even “pissed”. They got a lot of people backing them now, after they lured them out of their individual hiding places – with a cold can of pork and beans!
“Be a mob! Follow – ME!”
When things do not go their way, and happen in the time they allot, then they go after authority figures – AND THE MEDIA! – who the “corrupt” government and cops are listening to. They do not know – what is real! Alas, they get their own media. But, who is tuning in? How many people have watched this video – and the others!
This is 2012. I would not run into Belle for another two years. I now understand her Anarchist Coven were looking for a ultra-hippie newspaper, someone who has connections to Ken Kesey, because this Coven tried to take over Ken Kesey Square – and got the boot! They had just been kicked out of Whoville. OCCUPY Tent Life was over – across American. They were going to abandon the homeless, their human shield, their reason for BEING!
These people know who the mystery lady is. John has a big brain, and wants to prove it by being the Eugene Puppet Master. He has degrees is sociology. He studied psychiatry. He analyzes me, and slimes my late mother.
“Anyone acquainted with the subtleties of violent communication can see that Presco entertains death-phantasies regarding Alley and Belle. Every psychotic lone shooter imagines themselves and their target as dual immortalities — here Presco sees Belle and Alley as potential victims that can turn him into an Eternal Name.”
When I read that, I understood I had a book, movie, and play. Monroe is Edwardian. He reminds me of Claude Frollo in the Hunchback of Norte. He and his church have been ruling over the worthless beggars and sluts for sixteen hundred years. That John tries to shame the shit out of a original Acid-head who knew all the manufactures, with his Tin Star Psycho-babel, is a great joke. This is Anthony Perkins in Psycho.
“Mommy! My penis feels naughty and slimy. I think I have been bad. Should I whack it off with a meat clever, Mommy?”
John Monroe is on the Chair of Nightingale. He takes delight on airing his reason he and his OCCUPY Squad NEEDED to raid the home of Council Person George Poling. Well, I am not an elected official. I am a Citizen of Lane County. When these OUTSIDE AGITATORS came after me, they CONSPIRED amongst themselves. They came up with lies for reasons to threaten me – so they could carry those threats out with acts of violence! What do they got to lose – thus the fence around the Poling home!
You can hear it in John Monroe’s voice. This is a PSYCHO! He believes in ALL GOOD REASONS lie outside THE LAW! This is where all the great civil stuff has been hiding for ten thousand years – and Monroe found it! Look at the look Alley is giving – HER LOVER!
“My – hero!”
With this video I see that I got in the way of Mr. Big Dreams. He compares me the three basketball players who were accused of rape. In the same breath he slimes my mother. In his delusions he is letting my mother know what kind of a sick perverted son she gave birth to. She will have to bare my shameful behavior towards women -till the days she dies. The problem with this mental illness – my mother died in 1994!
“Fuck you Monroe! Get a life!”
In the their first T.V. broadcast, Monroe recites his long SHAME ON YOU list that is long as an elephants wing-wang! Watch Alley Valkyrie – eat it all up!
“Wait till we get home, BIG BOY! I’m going to give your ding-dong a GIANT TUG!”
“I hope Mommy and Daddy stop by with some Alley Steaks after the shoot! I’m hungry!”
“You mean…….cold hot dogs on a stick?”
So, shall I hate Belle Burch – now? No. I promised her late mother I would forgive her. The Burch Family are Eugene Insiders. Belle and I have a contract. I gave her a blue bicycle in an exchange for a portrait. We live on – real terms! I spit on Monroes big brain and Anarchy. John had several women expose their breasts to Poling’s children. They had the word “truth” sharpied on their tits! John is the Dispenser of Truth in the Emerald Valley, he, and Johnny Appleseed. How about Charlie Manson? The old Hippies at the Country Fair – would kick his highly presumptuous ass if they new what he was up to. Monroe directed another Bare Breast demonstration.
“Mommy! What is truth?”
Catherine Van Der Tuin is a Queen of a real realm we creative people dwell in! Here in the Emerald Valley………….novels are being written. Plays are being, performed. The Rose Guild, has run the fake stage builders – out of town! The OCCUPY clowns – are dead!
When I saw this photograph of Belle’s mother I exclaimed;
This is what a Merovingian Queen looks like! Then, I read her maiden name. It is Dutch and means ‘Of The Garden’. She is helping me author ‘The Royal Janitor’. This woman of the theatre is in touch with all nine Muses! This is why the Daughters of Argotta Rosamonde are always at the epicenter of a-MAZE-ing drama.
We missed each other in this lifetime, but, I did not miss her daughter, Belle, who alas appeared in my book ‘The Royal Janitor’. I called her ‘The Un-finished Child’ because her mother died when she was nine. Belle said her favorite movie was ‘Crouching Tiger HIDDEN Dragon’. When I found an image of Belle and the Beastly Dragon, I became her champion. My love for her, was sealed……….
Beauty and the Beast!
Catherine had Belle when she was forty-five. Her Belle had become a member of a cult, and I knew it. Only a cult member would do what she did to me. She was asked to abandon her principles for a cause.
In the videos I took of my neighbors ganging up on me, Kim Haffner called me a “parasite” after reading in this blog, my daughter calling me this, and how it caused us not to have a relationship in the last eight years. Kin laughed about this in front of five of our neighbors. What kind of ASSHOLES are they? Megan Haffner is taking delight in her fat mommy tearing me down, and exposing me, she saying she read all that Alley and Belle and do say to me. I never spoke with the others, but to say “Hello” when we pass. What did I do to them? These are evangelicals who did not like what I had to say about their religious cult. They were really “pissed”. Jesus wanted Justice done.
. Poling was one of three council members who consistently voted against allowing the Occupy protesters to camp in city parks, but some participants singled him out for opposing fires at the camp.
On Christmas night, a group of 15 to 20 people erected tents on Poling’s lawn. Four were arrested on trespassing charges. Four nights later, five masked women stood on the sidewalk in front of his house with a gong and had letters written on their chests spelling out the word “truth.” No arrests were made.
Here is the threat I received from Alley Valkyrie weeks after I met with Belle in 2014. I did not know her. Belle did not tell me to stop calling her or write about her until after I received this threat that was carried out. Note how Alley pretends the police are STILL her bosom buddies after they terrorized George Polins home, a policeman for many years. This T.V. show remind me of the movie ‘The Invasion of the Body Snatchers’.
“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.”
Kim Haffner has been talking to the caregiver when she comes to watch over Cheryl. They night have known each other in a professional capacity and CONCLUDE the evil man is a lunatic, not the poor woman. Watch Cheryl try to kick the bad man in the nuts. She was taught this at Manhater U. This is all going into my google movies I’m making.
What are the odds? I had posted this on January 30th. two months before I walked onto Ken Kesey Square with my camera rolling. I was desperate to save the creative legacy Christine and founded and sustained. There was talk of a movie. There was hope. My descent into hell – had just begun! Did Belle, and others read of my plight, and down they swoop, the Gallery Gargoyles – Harpies to the rosy feast?
What are these First Night Celebrations? How long has my Muse been the Belle of the Ball? In the Wild Frenzy and Fight over Ken Kesey Square, all the Clowns and Jugglers were wheeled out in a Juggernaut, each claiming to own The Tradition. But, she was a no-show! Belle Stella, and her Phantom of the Opera! Why has no author compared the Pranksters to the Kabuki theatre? This is the traditional connection Ken longed for!
When SLEEPS saw my video and read my blogs about Belle, they freaked. The She-Thing knew I had made their clandestine performance – my art piece! On this day, I declare a new form of Kabuki which in truth is very ancient. Both Buddha and Jesus employed the homeless, the hungry, the blind, and the insane people of the street, to get their message across! Did not David dance before the Ark? Did not Jesus say; “I will bring the sword!”
Kabuki(歌舞伎?) is a classical Japanesedance–drama. Kabuki theatre is known for the stylization of its drama and for the elaborate make-up worn by some of its performers.
The individual kanji, from left to right, mean sing (歌), dance (舞), and skill (伎). Kabuki is therefore sometimes translated as “the art of singing and dancing”. These are, however, ateji characters which do not reflect actual etymology. The kanji of ‘skill’ generally refers to a performer in kabuki theatre. Since the word kabuki is believed to derive from the verb kabuku, meaning “to lean” or “to be out of the ordinary”, kabuki can be interpreted as “avant-garde” or “bizarre” theatre.[1] The expression kabukimono (歌舞伎者) referred originally to those who were bizarrely dressed and swaggered on a street.
At the Wandering Goat Belle is lecturing me on the importance of genealogies. Is it possible she descends from Rosamond Clifford? This is the real game of thrones. There is a ROSE in THRONES! Catherine bids me to forgive her daughter!
“Rena had to have read several blogs where I talk about Ronald Schwary optioning the second biography about my late sister, the world famous artist, Rosamond. Rena had to have read my concerns about the lies told about my family being broadcast on the silverscreen, and thus, viewed by tens of millions of people who would not believe anything in my biography because my story never made it to the big time. This fight for ‘First Story Out’ began hours after Christine drowned. The Rosamond Movie was being pushed at Christine’s funeral, which had a theme that my friend coined;
I understood from the start that I was in the role of The Hero to Belle. But, I was an old man, and young women and the world – demand the hero be young! Many were repulsed. How to solve this dilemma is the crux of our story – our movie! Belle asks;
“Are you for real?”
I feel like I am posting this – with a brush! Was Belle’s mother a Muse to an artist? Imagine what it was like to follow after her ‘The Great Owl Woman’ this child resigned at such and early age to be in her shadow. But, when I beheld the timeless silhouette of this young woman, who is only free when he does the Tango, I knew the honor that awaited her.
Are you for real -now?
I just took a break for breakfast and pondered over Catherine and I being born in 1946. I then wondered what sign she was. My first guess was Libra, then Aries, then back to Libra. Then I consulted Google.
VANDERTUIN, CATHERINE wasborn 03 October 1946. Belle was born November 21, 1990. Catherine gave birth to Belle when she was 45. Is this possible! Belle must have looked at the mothers of her schoolmates, and then at her dramatic mother. Belle may not own a prejudice against older people.
Catherine was born three days before Yom Kippur, and I three days after – during an amazing star shower! I compared Belle to Venus. This is like pulling dragon teeth. Belle and I sat down for two hours in a get to know you meeting, and I come away with nothing, and, she has this blog!
Marilyn and I identified a Eugene syndrome called ‘The Mumbly Grumblys’. If they are not noticed, they grumble. When they are noticed, they mumble!
With the revelation Catherine is a Libra, we have a literary solution, which I will save for the ending! Let the dance and play – begin!
What? I….feel faint. It’s too much. Can it be? Days after I met Belle, I am authoring a Musical Play abut us titled ‘My Beautiful Blue Bicycle’. I never had a Libra Lover. Brigit Bardot is a Libra. The question I am bid to put forth, is, how long has Catherine been my Angel Muse? Are we composing the un-finished Kabuki Tale, the Never Ending Story.
“Originating in the 1600s, kabuki is a stylized all-male theatre that combines music, dance and acting to tell stories about samurai vendettas, love suicides and everyday city-life in performances that use outlandish facial makeup and elaborate costumes.”
Is Kesey Square ready for a Kabuki performance about a young woman who has runaway from her cruel husband and now seeks shelter with an old monk who has left the temple. You could not ask for better words to form a Kabuki play around. She has fallen in with eleven wanna-be Samurai determined to overthrow the Emperor. She is disguised as a male. The monk sees her snatch fruit from a cart, and gasps at the beauty of her hands.
On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:
Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.
Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.
I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.
Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?
I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?”
I just reposted on the Green Sword, and then found a play that Belle’s mother was in. Catherine was a disciple of James Brandon, and is the Storyteller in ‘The Cross and Sword’. Belle is the heir to these words, and this sword, that came to mainland from Honolulu. Belle is the heir to the Labyrinth Walk of Eugene.
“I know of no other person who has accomplished as much as he has done — taking the work of one country (Japan) and presenting it so beautifully,” said Terence Knapp, his UH colleague for more than three decades — now retired and an emeritus professor — who specialized in Shakespearean and classical drama while Brandon focused on Kabuki and its intricate staging rituals. “He was a pioneer in staging Asian theater for the rest of the world; he started it all.”
Here is my favorite version of Fair Rosamond by Evelyn de Morgan. Click to enlarge. Not the demon monkeys – and other bad spells! No male artist would dare put three monkeys on any woman’s back! Evelyn was a woman Pre-Raphaelite and would have whisked Belle away before another artist capture her.
“The palace was deep in the forest and its approaches were constructed like a labyrinth designed to foil Eleanor, should she ever decide to do what she was doing now. Alas for Rosamond, a silk thread had become detached from a needlework chest that the King had given her for embroidery. Once the Queen discovered it, she was able to follow it to the heart of the labyrinth and surprise the young woman.”
Before I beheld Belle, I was looking for a model for my version of Rosamond. I found her. The long contest………..was over!
I awoke from a dream about destiny, to push hands with Belle who was in bed with her master. This is not about sex. I am an enlightened being who long ago gave up the light to lie down with women so they may go on the path. One must overcome duality in order to be one with the truth. The truth is my student tried to steal my lessons, even have her teacher humiliated and slain by a minion of demons. This is profound for reasons yet to be explained. This is why men have kept women off the path because they are forever in search of a short-cut. Women are not honorable by nature. They are rarely culpable. If you catch a woman in a lie, or, being a thief in the night, there is hell to pay.
Belle Burch wrote in a e-mail how she likes the movie ‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon’. Jen steals the sword of Green Destiny. Master Li Mu Bai duels with Jen to retrieve Destiny. Jen is placed in a cave and put to sleep. Here is Sleeping Belle who woke this morning realizing our destinies are forever intertwined. There is no escape from this truth. In his Manifest Destiny Benton approves of the white race mating with the Chinee race.
When I first saw Belle, she was performing. She grew up around thespians. Her late mother, Catherine Vandertuin was the founder and director of the Eugene Chamber Theatre. My daughter was raised to be a thespian. I did not know I had a daughter until April of 2,000. She was sixteen years old when she came in my life. Her mother found me when she found the ‘Rosamond’ webpage. Her mother aimed our daughter at my famous sister all her life. When I got an inheritance, and got in the way of they being in the biography of Rosamond, they plotted to throw me off a cliff.
Only when Belle and I met at The Wandering Goat, did I see she resembled my daughter. Belle looks like my grandson. Hovering over her is ‘The Beast’.
Heather and Belle created much drama, then blamed it on me. I was just their shadow puppet. They toyed with me. They wore masks.
They slipped me a Mickey Finn in bar on Montgomery Street. They shanghaied me, took me to Japan and sold me to a failing Kabuki theatre and bar. They kept me drugged on opium. I was too fucked up to leave. I was a star….for a little while! I did this dance titled ‘The Cross and the Sword’. Then, she walked in. Of all places, why did she pick this one? She said her name was, Rose, and all of a sudden, I had a life again. I was somebody.
How interesting that Belle’s parents did their ritual Labyrinth on the fourth Saturday of every month, and I met their daughter at the first Friday Art walk. This is so much like ‘The Wicker Man’ where the children are brought into circles – with candles! Was Belle going to run for office?
When you tell your children they are being enriched with special powers, they are going to want a Big Pay Day………..SOMEDAY! This is why we have so many evangelicals skipping after Donald – the Pagan Pied Piper of Rome! Don lives like Nero the Roman Pig raised by wolves, and is titled ‘The Beast’. N0.666 invented the Theatre of Cruelty.
From the start my daughter made it clear she had nothing to learn from me; for her mother taught her everything she needs to know. I saw a dark cloud coming from over the horizon that I knew would not go away, any time soon.
Here is Alley Valkyrie’s boyfriend, John Monroe, mentioning my mother in the same sentence as the rape case of three University of Oregon basketball players. He employs the erotic lies of Julie Lynch, the ghost writer Stacey Pierrot hired to do a job on my mother and her son. John sees himself as the Character Assassin doing the bidding of his criminal mastermind who will do almost anything to get on T.V. I have made their Most Wanted list, like the one terrorists made for the murdered artists and writers in Paris.
Jon Presco
“His desire to be an artist (fueled by his mother, who suppressed his sister’s talents so he could be the family star, see my post earlier in the thread for the links to demonstrate this) is his way of desperately seeking immortality as he gets closer to death. I imagine his belief that Alley wants Belle for herself has something to do with his own erotic phantasies, obviously still running just fine regardless of whether his genitals work. His desire to demonstrate his superior masculinity is linked to obvious male socialization patters. Cf. Oregon Duck rape scandal(s).
His fear is dangerous, his illness is dangerous, his bigotry is dangerous. And I’m seeing just three people willing to put up a defense against that danger. And while obviously psychotic and seemingly paranoid as well, he is above all a threat to people in our community.
I’d like to point out the following two quotes from Presco:
“She’s the head of the dragon of fear! She should have not let me know that, because when I have to fight, I go for a head shot! Especially when the body is so co-dependent to Alley.
Yesterday at 12:33pm”
“Greg Presco She retreated in this chat. She bid you to protect her. How are you going to do that? She already lost. I am going to immortalize her along with Belle. No one can stop me. They will be famous.”
Anyone acquainted with the subtleties of violent communication can see that Presco entertains death-phantasies regarding Alley and Belle. Every psychotic lone shooter imagines themselves and their target as dual immortalities — here Presco sees Belle and Alley as potential victims that can turn him into an Eternal Name.
The University previously said Dominic Artis, Damyean Dotson and Brandon Austin would no longer play basketball for the school.
Now the men have been found by the school to have engaged in sexual misconduct and will be suspended for at least 4 years and up to a decade, depending on how long the woman remains on campus, John Clune, an attorney representing the woman, told the Huffington Post on Monday.
“It appears that the information released by Mr. Clune is accurate,” said Julie Brown, a University of Oregon spokesperson.
None of the men faced any criminal charges. The Eugene Police Department investigated the accusation, interviewing all three men or their attorney, as well as the woman and other witnesses.
The district attorney declined to file formal charges, citing a lack of evidence to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that a rape occured.
Campus and community groups criticized the University for allowing the men to continue playing in the NCAA basketball tournament. The woman involved also issued a statement critical of the school’s handling of the situation.
Clune told KVAL News his client remains concerned about Oregon’s recruitment of Austin, who left his previous school while under investigation for a possible sexual assault there.
“We definitely want some more candid answers from the Athletic Department about their recruiting of Mr. Austin,” Clune said. “The suggestion that Coach Altman was recruiting a student-athlete who was at the time serving a disciplinary suspension for an entire season and no one ever asked why is just flat out not believable.
“If we can get honest answers without any litigation – great, but my client, her family, and the UO community need some transparency here or something like this is just going to happen again.”
The alleged assault in Eugene took place in March, but news of the incident didn’t break until the police report became public in May.
Brown issued the following statement on behalf of the university.
“As in all cases of sexual misconduct, we provide information to the complainant and the accused about the results of our administrative proceedings. It appears that the information released by Mr. Clune is accurate. As has been said before, each young man had previously been given their full release and permission to contact any school. Any inquiries related to transfers should be directed to the individual.
“In all reports of any misconduct including sexual harassment, intimidation or violence, the university works to protect and support the students involved. Student safety is our top priority. The UO is working with the campus community and an expert panel to review our prevention and response practices.”
The video below was taken BEFORE I took my video. Alley and Valkyrie and John Monroe are hoping the cops don’t get a female officer to pat down and arrest, half-naked Angie ‘Big Victim’ who is the star of a couple of videos. Then, there is Belle who met Ambrose in a lit class at Lane. She may have joined SLEEPS in order to write a story, or book. I accuse her of trying to steal my book, and she calls in the Tricksters.
Note how the Eugene Police are being DEHUMANIZED, made out to be sexual predators that would grab Angee’s big breast if the female cop was not there. It is assumed all men can’t resist BIG BREASTS. These men have wives, children, and homes. Alley and Monroe zero in and hope they can CAPTURE a naughty grab.
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
Hello Belle! I got my autistic friends over and we are watching Beauty and the Beast for Easter. Hollis and I referred to them as “our children”. They are my orphans, now.
The bath scene is my favorite, too. Reminds me of being on the road with a woman. You have to treat her extra nice. The star was/is a dancer. I love her energy.
I was moved by your poem, but could have been more moved if you employed more contrast to get more poetic drama. You are in a unique position. I want you to be a reporter for my paper. Did you read the Real Estate Show about radical artists taking over a vacant building in NYC? There is a invite for me to go to NYC. I would like to take you, on the train. Still in planning stage.
I see you on you Bluecycle on Easter, being happy. This makes me happy. I will write about my homelessness. When I was 17 I hitched to NY in January. I had stopped my drunken mother from beating on Christine,
I showed my friends the movie we made, and they loved it! They want to meet you.
Love
Jon
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On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:
Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.
Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.
I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.
Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?
I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?
On Sat, Apr 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
O.K. Belle, the only one that made me chuckle a dozen good times after a date. My mother wanted my name to be spelled JON. A nurse put an H in it and that’s how it appears on my birth certificate. Rosemary was furious and started calling me GREG. My father called me GREGORY, because that is how my middle name is spelled. When I got sober, I recovered JON.
Now to AMBROSE which is also AMBROSIUS. In Bohemian this name is spelled BRASKEWITZ, as I told you. Now I wanted a pen name as a writer JON AMBROSE. In PRESCO there is also a ROSE.
Now, to you, mystery hands with message! Are those your hands in the RG? Did you get arrested confronting JON REUZ, who returned my call just after we met. I just watched the movie Croutching Tiger.
On Saturday, April 19, 2014 9:34 PM, Belle Burch wrote:
Hey Jon,
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
By the way, Why “John Ambrose”? Is that your middle name? Nom de plume? Highly synchronistic, as my current partner’s legal first name is Ambrose. I’m very curious about this.
Also, I thought you preferred to spell your name without the “h”?
Here’s the poem I said I’d send you.
Haven’t read any of your emails yet, will get to that soon.
Untitled
Last night I fell
asleep in a tent on the concrete
in front of city hall
to the sounds of a quiet radio-
some show about the Bermuda Triangle.
How things, people
disappear there.
Whether or not it exists.
Interviews with people
who believed in it,
interviews with people
who didn’t. Its history.
Amelia Earhart. (Airheart?)
It seemed to go on
for centuries.
There are people out there
who don’t have state IDs, passports,
birth certificates,
social security numbers,
who technically
legally
don’t exist.
The faeries who put people
to sleep for 100 years must live there
in that West Atlantic Vortex.
I got lost in it,
like Rip Van Winkle*,
and woke
to a changed world.
I texted a lover in New Orleans,
‘I’m stuffing almonds into a banana,
around my neck is a red bandana
and I love you.’ It was all true.
I walked through what is known
in Eugene as the Barmuda Triangle,
the magical trine of Luckey’s,
Horsehead and Jameson’s downtown.
If you order food at Jameson’s,
it gets run across the street
from Horsehead.
Luckey’s has the best pool tables,
and a fantastic little Mexican foodcart lovechild
that only accepts cash.
At the Horsehead,
there is a touch screen machine
where you get to choose
what music is being played.
You pay money for this privilege.
If you pay more money,
your songs get played
first.
This is a triangle
you can only get lost in
if you’re a real person.
* bandana around my eyes to keep the
blazing orange streetlights out
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:34 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Dear Belle
Our café experience was better then ‘My Dinner With Andre’. It was a very creative happening!
Here are some posts you might be interested in. My ancestor was the Master of the Falcon Art College in Holland, and a member of the Swan Brethren. He used a rose to sign his name. Here are photos of me when I was 26 in my sister’s studio. There is an energy field around me. I am 24 in the photo of me in blog ‘defying mafia’.
If you want a character reference, call Marilyn, the woman who was my first girlfriend. We are still close today.
Your friend
Jon
P.S. nothing in the blog is true.
Rosamond Publishing
Rosamond Publishing
Showcasing the artwork of Christine Rosamond Benton (1947-1994) known simply as Rosamond. As you link through Rosamond’s life work, you will be able to see/ experience Christine’s evolution as a painter and a woman. This web site assembled as a tribute
Trump, and many others, have attacked my Radical Left Newspaper. These others say I attacked them. They are liars! I have to wonder if they have been recruited. Serious people have wondered if POTUS was recruited – before he became President.
Trump’s attacks on the homeless reeks of the old Russian campaign to depict Capitalism as a failed system. Putin was the head of that campaign. California is richer than Russia. Calling the Free Press ‘The Enemy of the People’ is Russian propaganda! Gavin Newson was backed by the Getty Family who are my kin, and are related to Ian Fleming via Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, who is a…………..Rose of the World!
Marilyn brought up the movie Red Sparrow when I told her my Bond characters were having a love affair, which is forbidden. I told her about Svetlana Ogorodnikov who was married to my friend, Bruce Perlowin, and seduced an FBI Agent. On a blackboard Bruce show my friend and I his plan to smuggle used computers into Russia, which included a submarine base. This led me to wonder if she was going to BLACKMAIL me. When I discovered I am kin to Ian Fleming, then all this is gist for the mill. I am a shoe-in to author a Bond book. Add to this my family and the Gallery Gargoyles conspiring together, then we got the best ingredient – INTRIGUE!
Belle is a model for Miriam. Sure these amateur psychiatrists will accuse me of conducting literary rape of Belle – as Victoria Bond. Miriam has a handle. She is ‘The Crimson Bagoda’. Victoria is ‘Lady Finger’
I am sitting in the catbird seat. Everything is coming my way. Trump is involved in a contact with Ukraine leader. The fake abuser report that Alley Valkyrie made, will be on the insider jacket of my book. I will sing the photograph Alley stole from my FB.
Guess who is going to be my main villain?……….Sex Curious – Fat Momma! She will be a Evangelical Turncoat who recruits sweet American church-going girls for Russian oligarchs.
“The Rose of the World is envisioned in the development of the feminine nature in humanity: abhorrence for cruelty and violence, the expression of tenderness and love, the central concern for children, and the love of the beautiful. Women will assume positions of leadership, inspiration and wisdom. The current patriarchal order will be, at least partially, transformed under this empowered feminine influence in the Rose of the World.”
John Presco
Copyright 2019
Lady finger, dipped in moonlight Writing, “What for?”, across the morning sky Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye
‘The League For The Transformation of The State’
Who is this woman that hides her face from while Belle brushes me off with a flip of her wrist? Belle knew I had filmed both of them! Then, Ally Valkyrie saw my video. Was she with this woman? Homeless women are vulnerable. They would make great sex slaves. He who accuses – excuses! Fair Rosamond was put in a Labyrinth. Belle’s parents operated a Labyrinth. Did Trump and Epstein procure American runaways for Russian spy ring?
I was not going to be told my sister, Victoria Mary Presco, was dead. She came to me ina dream and asked me to say “Hello” to everyone. I thought she was alive!
I am under attack by a Coven of Ancient Russian Witches who are in league with the White Russians, who recruited Lee Harvey Oswald. This blog ‘Royal Rosamond Press’ is being monitored by several Intelligence groups. It was two weeks after I met Belle, did it occur to me who she reminded me of……………….Ruslana!
BREAKING! Trump asked Ukraine leader to go after Biden’s son!
The second Belle Burch refused to leave the office of City Manager, Jon Ruis, and was put in handcuffs, she was fair game to every newspaper – IN THE WORLD! I wondered if anarchist women were seducing people with power in Eugene-Springfield in order to blackmail them.
I considered the idea that Belle and Alley have used my PUBLISHED refusal to take down my video of Belle, to show MEN what will happen to them if they don’t fork over THE MONEY. Kim Hafner RERESHES this idea, and goes further when she GOES AFTER MY CHILD. She is telling OTHER MEN they will come to where you live, and, turn your neighbors against you. I have wondered where Haffner got a new car. Where is Alley Valkyrie getting the money to live in Paris? American Tax Dollars have gone to fund these She-Demons who say they are Witches! I am going to get all aspects of their arrest in The Freedom of Information Act! They should have gone to jail! The City Council should have launched an investigation, and responded to my letter. That they have not, suggests they know Valkyrie has got the goods on men in the City Government. Alleybelle – knew I would post their threat! They weaponized it! Were women seduced – by women?
It is now clear……the woman I captured hiding her face…. is in love with Belle, who fifteen minutes later, I will associate her with Rosamond……The Rose of the World!
Special mention must be reserved for attorney Lisa Bloom, a longtime advocate for victims’ rights, who appears to have sold her soul for $895 an hour and the promise of a movie deal. In a memo printed here in full, she tells Weinstein, “I feel equipped to help you against the Roses of the world, because I have represented so many of them.” She recommends paying a company to trash McGowan’s Google results, discrediting her as a witness. (Bloom now calls her actions a “colossal mistake”.)
Ruslana Korshunova was born in Almaty, Kazakh SSR.[4] Her father, Sergey Korshunov, died in 1992 when she was 5 years old.[5] Her mother Valentina (née Kutenkova) and her elder brother Ruslan live in Kazakhstan.[6] With different degrees of fluency she spoke Russian, Kazakh, English and German.[1]
She was discovered in 2003, when All Asia magazine printed a story on Almaty’s local German language club, which Korshunova was then attending. Her photograph, which was featured in the article, caught the attention of Debbie Jones of Models 1; Jones tracked down and signed up the then 15-year-old Korshunova,[7] who was nicknamed the Russian Rapunzel for her knee–length chestnut hair in her early work
A male spy with a promiscuous lifestyle is not necessarily a professional raven. For example, Duško Popov was a double agent working for MI5 and feeding information to the Abwehr in World War II. He came from a moderately wealthy Yugoslavian family, and had a taste for expensive restaurants, women, and nightclubs. MI5 code-named him TRICYCLE for his habit of taking two women to bed at the same time. Despite being seen as an inspiration for James Bond, Popov was never a raven, but instead used supposed commercial connections to feed faked intelligence to the Nazis.[19]:98–102
One instance of sex or intimacy which can happen during espionage is when an agent falls for his or her partner. In one example, an Israeli “champagne spy,” Wolfgang Lotz, who pretended to be a former Afrika Corps vet, covered himself deep in German social circles in Egypt prior to the Six-Day War, and fell in love with his fake “German” wife, who converted to Judaism. Lotz divorced his real wife, who was Israeli, for his partner.[19]:151
James Bond is a fictional character depicted as a raven; his parodical counterpart Austin Powers also uses sexpionage to elicit information. A 1987 espionage-themed American pornographic film featuring Dana Dylan, Rachel Ashley, and Britt Morgan was titled “Sexpionage.”[21] In the 2014 film The Interview, use of a swallow is somewhat colloquially referred to as “honeypotting,” and use of a raven is referred to as “honeydicking.”
The 2018 film Red Sparrow shows a modern version of sexpionage.
“CB antennas were mounted in the rearview mirrors. Then antenna for Perlowin’s marine single-sideband radio was concealed inside the motor home’s flagpole, with the American flag flying on top. High in several redwood trees on the property were mounted other antennas for marine VHF radios and broad-band scanners. To insure privacy, Perlowin own communications were carried out over his own secret frequencies – accomplished by having his electronics experts shave the standard crystals to specifications that enabled him to transmit and receive in-between regular frequencies.
At one point it struck Perlowin that his communications network was far superior to anything that the local Office of Emergency Services could muster. In a major emergency, he noted, all radio frequencies would be jammed from overuse.
Never one to think small, Perlowin had his own plan. If a major earthquake or other disaster struck the Bay Area, he had contingency plans to mobilize his entire organization to assist in the rescue operations. “With all our boats, trucks, 4-wheel drive vehicles, vans, pick-ups, wagoneers, jeeps, emergency repair trucks and spotter cars, and our ability to communicate with each other by radio – not to mention personnel used to working under dangerous and stressful conditions – we would have made an impressive impact helping the authorities,” Perlowin mused. “When the emergency was over we’d disappear and go back underground.”
Above are photos of the famous Russian Spy, Svetlana Ogorodnikov with FBI Agent, Miller. Svetlana was also involved with another FBI agent, Chuck Latting. I took the photo of the photo of Bruce’s alleged wife hanging on the wall in Wanda’s basement where Bruce lived for around four months thanks to the generosity of Wanda Harkis who I considered my surrogate mother. For over twenty five years Wanda had me in her home to celebrate Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. The last time I had a holiday dinner with a member of my family was 1969.
Last night I had a dream about Wanda. Alas, I got to say goodbye. Due to the legal battle James and Michael Harkins began weeks after their mother’s death – that was wretched and disrespectful to her memory – there was no grieving period. It reminded me of what I first saw when I was in the Harkin’s house on Pinehaven. Wanda brought home bags of groceries her sons did not help her carry into the house, and no sooner did she get them in the kitchen, then down they swoop The Harkins Harpie, they tearing the bags to shreds looking for the choicest items to carry to their rooms that would later be used in the Trade Wars. Wanda’s food would be bartered and bickered over. Wanda retreated to her room.
In this dream I came upon Wanda’s YARD SALE. She was moving and selling everything she owned. To attract buyers to this event, she had baked cookies and cakes that were for free. I wondered why she wasn’t selling them.
Looking around for something I wanted, I opened a cupboard, and there was Jeffery fast asleep. I woke him. He was so glad to see me, and I him. We had forgotten about Jeffery, and I made the mistake of telling him his mother was moving. He went into a panic. Where was he going to live. In whose heart?
I was always welcome in Wanda’s home because I had formed a close bond with all three of her sons, something that is not easy to do. Two years ago Michael Harkins accused me of trying to incorporate his being and history into my blog. He was on death’s door. As his legal battle waged with his brother, Michael sucked my being into the blood-feud. Sensing I had enough, or, was not loyal enough, he promised me he would buy me a used Buick when he got his share. We had been talking about Jeffery’s car. I believe it was a Buick.
When I found Michael alive three days ago he said I never met Bill Linhart and Michael McClure, and did not know Bruce Perlowin like he knew him. Micahel met Bruce through his ex-wife, or ex-girlfriend. Michael said I got it wrong, that Rebecca was not married to Bruce, but, the article above says otherwise. Again, my long time friend accused me of glomming on to the famous folks he knows, he being asked to contribute to Stone’s movie about Jim Morrison. He declined, saying this movie would not do Jim Justice. There is no movie in the works about McClure or Linhart. However, there are to movie scripts about my late sister that are being hawked in Hollywood. A major motion picture is coming out about Bruce. No one wants Michael’s story, as yet. I wonder why? Will a movie be made from my autobiography? I wonder who will play Michael Harkins, who on the way to Rosamond’s funeral, told me to open the brown bag on the seat. Inside was a coloring book, with a box of crayons. As an unlisenced Private investigator, my good buddy told me he was on the case and yo keep me busy and out of his way, I was to color in a page in the book. In other words, I was bid to take a back seat at my families funeral.
My family grief was none of my business. This was a private affair that morons like me had no business attending. Michael once again said I was invading his privacy with my blog, and thus, it would make this fake PI happy if I quit writing altogether, and went back to drinking? What a pal!
Christine’s funeral fell on her first sober birthday. Our sobriety was ripped off by outsiders who published a terrible biography, wherein it is suggested Michael Harkins helped family members loot my dead sister’shome the day of the funeral. Surely this is a invasion of bout our privacy. But, Michales was not mentioned by name, so, no skin off his teath.
When I met Bruce I was authoring ‘Bond’s With Angels’ in hope all my siblings would get sober so we could get back together – and maybe spend a Christmas together. On Wanda’s front porch I talked to Bruce for about a half hour about my Twelve Step program, and if he was really interested in saving the world, then he might consider giving an anti-drug message, employing his fame to do so. In a week Michael and Bruce were in a school in the ghetto. The Messenger had arrived! I tried to object to El Friendo about Bruce being two-faced, but, my opinions were not welcome. Bruce and Michael were going places.
I called up Michael Macor of the Oakland Tribune and told him he had been used. Whe Macor told me he had eleven years sobriety, I was incredulous. Why? Macor told me he owed Bruce one because an article he wrote led to his arrest. HUH???????????? Bruce not only ses a grown man in recovery, this founder of Marijuana Inc. inlists seveth-grade CHILDREN in his promotion scam. Bruce took my words to him, and used my program to get a foot in the door. At the time, no one wanted his story as he shared it with anyone that would listen. Is this a new form of child and drug abuse?
Today, Bruce is the most Pro-Drug dude on the world wide web. Down in Wanda’s basement, on a huge blackboard Bruce drew up his master plan. There were submarines and trams bringing high tech computers into Russia past those who would prevent this plan to take over the world. Svetlana used Miller to get high tech information. Hmmmmm!
I was reading about the Priory de Sion when I met Bruce. I saw him as a player. When I discovered the Roza Mira prophecy, I had to wonder.
I cover the waterfront because some folks got something to hide, while at the same time, promoting their better side.
If I won $100 million, I’d give half of it to my wife to be, and then spend the rest on helping to change the world, feeding starving children or creating an environment to make sure there were no starving children anywhere and other social causes as well as creating communities made up of Kin’s Domains as discussed in the series of books called “The Ringing Cedars of Russia” by Vladimir Megre (which sold over 10 million copies in Russia alone, and has been translated into 20 languages) and is an actual template for that global change we never finished from the 60’s.
However, I embraced the new 60’s generation hippie movement and wore bell bottom jeans, long hair and a scarf around my knee (which meant I was against the war). Jim Daughitt during home room taught me all about Eastern philosophy and concepts like reincarnation, karma, dharma, human auras, prana, vegetarianism, yoga and meditation. We would go on weekends to the Theosophical Society in Miami to read on these subjects, and once in awhile a dozen or more of us would skip school, go to Fairchild’s Gardens and take LSD for the day.
We went to Love-ins at Greynold’s Park and visited The Head Shop, The Micropile, yoga classes given by Yogi Rama in Coconut Grove Park and went to local concerts and festivals. I sold LSD at the pool hall next to the Cloverleaf bowling alley and nickel and dime bags and ounces of marijuana to other Norland Senior High classmates. My car had a big peace symbol painted on the hood and other slogans of the day like “make love not war”. The school didn’t quite know what to make of me – a gymnastic and weightlifting champion – yet a radical hippie embracing the counter culture and enjoying rock and roll music and unusual new ideas.
One childhood memory I’ll never forget was when over a dozen of us from high school skipped school and went to Fairchild’s Gardens and all took LSD (sorry, that was an in thing to do for the hippies of the 60’s). Anyway, at the Gardens I could look around and see individual friends, couples sitting alone, a group of friends sitting together talking and no one but us was in the park. Every one of the people, couples or groups of people were ones I had great fondness for, from liking them a lot to different levels and kinds of love towards them. It was for a moment like living in the Garden of Eden with loved ones and family.
With a major motion picture being done on my life story, I guess when my little brother (when he found out I was going back into the “medical” marijuana industry again – even though this time it’s totally legal) Jed said, “Is this what you want to be remembered for – marijuana”? I answered, “I guess that’s my calling – and it happens to be an industry I love – for way too many reasons to explain very briefly – but mostly because with The Hemp Network – I truly believe we can all collectively change the world for the better – and that is my calling”.
So I invite everyone to join me in spreading the word about industrial hemp by signing up in The Hemp Network today. The hemp movement says that hemp can save the planet, which is a pretty farfetched idea at first glance. However, just a small bit of research (like reading the late Jack Herer’s book “The Emperor Wears No Clothes” available on our website) or watching a few of the short videos on our website will make even the most skeptical person scratch his head and think – gee, this does make sense – maybe hemp really can save the planet.
Medical Marijuana, Inc., is slated to appear on 60 Minutes’ Rocky Mountain High show today, Sunday, October 21 at 7:30pm EST. The airing will be a huge achievement in the now thriving medical marijuana and industrial hemp industries, as 60 Minutes is the most successful news television broadcast in U.S. history, drawing well over 13 million viewers a week.
Surveillance Photo of Richard Miller and Svetlana Ogorodnikov
Original caption:June 4, 1985 – Los Angeles: In this FBI surveillance photo released 6/4/85, former FBI agent Richard Miller (wearing white shirt with dark pants), who is charged with conspiring to sell classified government information, walks with Svetlana Ogorodnikov. She and her husband Nikolai have been accused of conspiring to spy with agent Miller.
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Convicted spy testifies in San Diego murder case
By Ben Fox The Associated Press
Thursday June 27, 2002
SAN DIEGO — In halting and heavily-accented English, a former Soviet spy recounted Wednesday how she became an FBI informant in a murder-for-hire case.
Svetlana Ogorodnikova this week is testifying as a key government witness, seven years after her release from prison. She was convicted of seducing a Los Angeles FBI agent into selling a confidential document to the Soviet Union in the 1980s.
After serving half her 18-year sentence, Ogorodnikova was released and spent several years fighting deportation from the United States — an effort she gave up by moving to Tijuana, Mexico, with a convicted drug trafficker she met and married in prison.
Ogorodnikova returned illegally to Southern California in 1999 and moved with her husband to a ranch in Fallbrook. The ranch was owned by Kimberly Bailey, who is now on trial in federal court on charges of having a San Diego private investigator tortured and murdered in an abandoned house in Tijuana.
Bailey repeatedly asked Ogorodnikova if she could hire a hitman to kill witnesses and others involved in the murder of the private investigator, Richard Post, the Russian woman testified.
“I became very scared,” said the former spy, dressed in a dark blue suit, her hair cut short. “I think maybe she’d forget, maybe she’s not serious.”
Bailey is accused of having Post kidnapped, tortured over five days in Tijuana, and then murdered because she believed he cheated on her with other women and stole money from her.
Bailey has pleaded innocent to conspiracy to murder a person in a foreign country and other charges. Through her lawyer, she has insisted that Post is alive and in hiding.
FBI agents who had the Fallbrook ranch under surveillance approached Ogorodnikova, who agreed to covertly tape conversations over the phone and in person with Bailey.
The Russian woman, according to the tapes, set up a meeting in the Mandalay Bay casino between an FBI agent posing as a hitman and Bailey, who allegedly wanted to have him kill several people involved with Post’s slaying.
In their conversations, Ogorodnikova said she and Bailey developed a code. Examples included “brother” or “lawyer” to mean hitman and “investigation” to refer to murder. “It was like a spy movie, like in James Bond,” she testified.
Bailey’s defense attorney, Philip DeMassa, said he hoped to use Ogorodnikova’s past to convince jurors that she is not a reliable witness.
“She’s an experienced KGB agent and she’s lying about everything,” he said outside the federal courtroom.
Ogorodnikova pleaded guilty to espionage charges in 1985, after she admitted seducing Richard Miller, the first FBI agent charged with espionage.
The former Soviet spy had no trouble slipping back into the United States when a friend drove her across the U.S.-Mexico border in San Diego, where inspectors failed to check Ogorodnikova’s background, according to her husband, Bruce Perlowin.
The Bailey trial is expected to last several more weeks.
Butler, a licensed investigator, started working for the original owner of the firm, former FBI Special Agent Charles Latting, two years after the firm opened in 1996, the website says. At that time, the firm operated under the name Corporate Intelligence Resources and specialized in undercover corporate work and investigative research for corporations and businesses throughout California.
The commander of a state Justice Department-led county drug task force and the owner of a Concord-based private investigations firm, nationally known for its “Mommy P.I.s,” have been booked into county jail on suspicion of conspiring to sell drugs.
Special agents from the Department of Justice, Bureau of Narcotic Enforcement, arrested Norman “Norm” Wielsch, a 12-year veteran of the bureau, Wednesday in Benicia. Wielsch was arrested on 22 felony counts. The charges are related to the distribution of methamphetamine, marijuana and steroids, bureau spokeswoman Michelle Gregory said.
During an interview with CBS’ 60 Minutes while he was in prison, colleagues observed that Miller had at one time lost his gun and FBI credentials. Additionally, Svetlana Ogorodnikov alleged that Miller had initiated the affair and had forced himself upon her. When confronted with these accusations by Mike Wallace, Miller demurred, stating that of the two, he was by far “more enthusiastic” in their “lovemaking”.
On October 3, 1984, Miller was arrested with Svetlana and Nikolai Ogorodnikov, Russian immigrants who had moved to Los Angeles in 1973 to seek refuge, but who were actually access agents of the Soviet KGB. Miller was alleged to have provided classified documents, including an FBI Counterintelligence manual, to the Ogorodnikovs after demanding $50,000 in gold and $15,000 cash in return. Miller, who had eight children and was faced with financial difficulties, was having an affair with the married Svetlana Ogorodnikov, and was preparing to travel with her to Vienna at the time of his arrest. It was later alleged that Svetlana Ogorodnikov had been in touch with a KGB case officer working out of the Soviet Consulate in San Francisco and had made arrangements for Miller to meet with the KGB in Vienna.
U.S. law enforcement agencies investigate the case of illegal shipments of U.S. high-tech equipment for the Russian Defense Ministry. New details have emerged about yet another US-Russian spy scandal. Three of the alleged “agents of the Russian government,” are staying in Russia. The Kremlin has not commented on the situation yet, while diplomats do not hurry to confirm the fact that the “spies” hold Russian citizenship.
BRUCE PERLOWIN, DON STEINBERG, AND THE FBI
Dear Roger Wilco,
True, neither the SEC nor FBI has as their high priority busting pump-and-dump schemes on the OTC Pinksheets.
But the FBI has a very keen interest in Bruce Perlowin and Don Steinberg. Trust me on this one thing.
To wit, the U.S. Marshalls Service violated Svetlana Ogorodnikova’s parole last year.
Ms. Ogorodnikova is Perlowin’s wife.
And don’t forget: Ms. Ogorodnikova was responsible for seducing and flipping the first FBI special agent to have ever been convicted of treason (Richard Miller). He was flipped for the promise of a mere $50,000 in gold.
The FBI’s “collective memory” does not quickly forget such things.
Incidentally, Ms. Ogorodnikova got lucky. She did not serve her full term. She was released in a spy-for-spy exchange. Russia released a scientist named Igor Sutyagin, who had been giving documents to the Central Intelligence Agency. The United States of America released Ms. Ogorodnikova.
The intrigue did not stop there, but I can’t discuss it on a public forum.
Be advised that I’ve been tracking Perlowin and Steinberg for most of my career.
As a whistleblower, I initiated the FDA bust against Perlowin’s Energy Wellness scam. Indirectly, I also put his co-conspirator James Folsom behind bars.
Also, I investigated Steinberg’s GlobalCom 2000, One World Communications, Club VivaNet (CVIV.pk) and his other pyramid marketing frauds.
Needless to say, Steinberg learned a lot about pyramid marketing schemes. Currently, he has replicated that business model at the Hemp Network.
Signed,
ConManWatch
Just days after the expo, Cliff Perry, MMI’s former vice-president of business development who’d done a few years in prison decades ago on cocaine charges, was calling Perlowin a “rabid dog” who was bound for failure. Perry was broke and bitter, claiming to have footed the expo’s bills out of his own checking account. Many involved say that Perry was the brains of the operation while Perlowin was the enigmatic visionary. They butted heads throughout the weekend — Perry says Perlowin is flighty and loose with the facts; Perlowin says Perry is a tight-fisted dictator.
Despite this rather public meltdown of support — it was played out in part on the MMI stock bulletin board where Perry and Perlowin exchanged insults — Perlowin considers the expo a wild success. “We now have a runaway company,” he wrote in an e-mail.
If that’s true, his critics say it’s because Perlowin misled his investors. None of them were told that out of the 200-odd attendees at the L.A. event, only about 40 actually paid, a fact that might have dampened some enthusiasm for buying a franchise license. Nick Bird, a Nevada man who paid $100,000 for a license that weekend based in part on his belief that everyone paid to attend, was surprised to learn that ticket revenues were far lower than he thought. “Don’t print that,” he quipped when contacted later. But he added quickly that he still hopes to sell at least 500 tickets to a similar expo planned for June 12-13 at a Las Vegas venue still to be announced.
Like the others, Wickstrom considered Perry to be the yin to Perlowin’s yang. A company without ballast for the King of Pot’s whims, he said, is just too unpredictable to be involved in. He reminds those who are enamored of Perlowin’s outlaw past that the whole billion-dollar operation came crashing down in part because of the boss’s capricious attention span — he left a notebook filled with incriminating information in a booth at a Denny’s.
It was such a boneheaded move that FBI agent Chuck Latting sounded almost embarrassed describing for a CNBC documentary the big break in his till-then fruitless search for all the dope flooding into San Francisco in the early 1980s.
“The book was the key to everything we found,” Latting said on the documentary “Marijuana Inc.” “I couldn’t imagine that anybody who was somewhat competent running an organization would walk away leaving their most prized possession sitting in a booth at Denny’s.”
That discovery led to Perlowin’s eventual incarceration for nine years.
“I don’t want to take anything away from Bruce, but it’s been my experience that nothing really culminates with Bruce at the head of it,” Wickstrom said. “He’s brilliant … but none of it ever really comes to fruition. He’s a very likable guy. He’s very genuine. He’s got a big heart. But he’s like a shotgun blast.”
Bruce J. Perlowin could give the CIA lessons in how to run an operation – or a country. By J.L. Pimsleur* – “The Berkeley Monthly” – November 1985
The biggest and most sophisticated marijuana smuggling organization in California history had its roots here in Berkeley, Richmond and Orinda. Details of the incredible operation of Bruce J. Perlowin came to light in September after the King of Pot was brought to the Bay Area from Texas as part of the federal government’s ongoing investigation into his 200-man international organization.
Perlowin, a ponytailed, bespectacled, studious and mild-mannered man who looks more like Mr. Peepers than one of the world’s biggest drug dealers, is currently fighting government efforts to have him testify before a federal grand jury in San Francisco. He is being held temporarily in a San Francisco sheriff’s department cell at the Hall of Justice. Assuming a semi-lotus position during a series of jailhouse interviews, he said he turned down offers by federal prosecutors to let him “walk,” and took a 15-year prison term rather than snitch on his former employees.
“There’s nothing I can do about being called before the grand jury,” says Perlowin. “However, I have absolutely no intention of testifying against all the people who worked for me in my organization. If I planned to betray all my friends I would have done it two and-a-half years ago and never spent a day in jail.”**
The staggering scope of his operation began to surface after a federal indictment was brought in September against one of his former associates, Larry C. Donnie, a San Francisco attorney. Prosecutors accused the 44-year-old lawyer of acting as a “money manipulator” for Perlowin’s mammoth drug operation, which smuggled over 250,000 tons of marijuana into the United States between 1979 and 1983-using an entire West Coast fishing fleet to ferry the stuff.
Federal prosecutors allege that Donnie acted as Perlowin’s “front man” because, as a fugitive from a federal arrest warrant in Florida, the boss could not make investments in his own name. Donnie was charged with illegally purchasing and concealing thousands of dollars in assets for Perlowin, including a Cessna airplane and a house in Ukiah.
The house is not exactly your basic rural fixer-upper. A $3 million armored fortress on a 246-acre plot, the house included a $100,000 gymnasium; a complete automobile repair shop; voice-activated, electronically controlled drapes; a steel-lined, bulletproof, computer-controlled central command post; 16 surveillance cameras with night-vision capability; a 14-line telephone and telex system; and a spiral staircase leading to the master bedroom which could be electrified to repel intruders.
To make the place feel homey, however, it also had solid-gold bathroom fixtures and $70,000 worth of carpeting, custom-made by the same firm that does the carpeting for the White House.
A special federal drug task force has been investigating Perlowin’s far-flung operation for nearly five years. According to U.S. Attorney Joseph Russoniello, 30 of Perlowin’s associates have already been convicted on various drug charges in four states – California, Florida, Georgia and Michigan – including some characters that are almost as intriguing as Perlowin.
Perlowin’s former partners in the Midwest, for example, were the Shure brothers. Well known in academic circles, Fred Shure is a brilliant, Harvard-educated former University of Michigan professor of nuclear engineering. His brother, Ned Shure, was the proprietor of one of the university community’s most profitable textbook stores. Together, the Perlowin-Shure connection is believed to have trucked some 100,000 tons of high-grade marijuana between the West Coast and Ann Arbor.
In a series of interviews in his holding cell at the Hall of Justice, Perlowin declined to discuss the charges against his associates, but admitted that the government’s charges against him were “accurate.”
A small, slightly-built, 34-year-old Floridian, Perlowin said he had been dealing drugs since the age of 17. Since moving his operation from Florida to California in 1975, he said he had imported $150 million worth of marijuana, mostly high-grade “Punta Roja” (red bud) pot from central Colombia and Thailand.
That’s the wholesale value. The FBI and the DEA estimate the street value of Perlowin’s imports at well over a billion dollars.
To run his vast operation, Perlowin operated a flotilla of ships that was larger than the navies of all but a handful of the world’s nations. His fleet consisted of 94 marine vessels – including the Polar Sea, a 120-foot ocean-going tug, a 90-foot North Sea trawler, a converted mine-sweeper, more than a dozen steel albacore fishing boats from 47 to 85 feet long, shrimpers, crab boats, bait boats, motor sailors’, 29 60-foot fiberglass barges, a string of speedboats and a surveillance and communications yacht. He directly employed more than 200 people and hired on others as needed, including captains and crews, boat stagers, fishermen, professional pot salesmen, computer operators, electronic technicians and radiomen.
His operation was so sophisticated it even included his own “counter-intelligence” unit, which monitored the movements of Coast Guard craft and kept track of DEA and FBI agents.
The actual smuggling operation worked like this: Growers in south-central Colombia would fly the marijuana to isolated coastal sections where there were no paved roads and no transportation by train or bus – nothing but big beaches and small villages. The bales of marijuana were kicked out of the planes as they flew low over the beaches. “We would hire whole villages to gather, store and secure the marijuana,” said Perlowin. “Meanwhile, we’d outfit our boats for whatever was in season. We’d rig for tuna during tuna season etc., and send the boats to Costa Rica to refuel get provisions and stand by. As soon as the radio message came that the stuff was on the beach, the boats could get here in a couple of days.”
Bur how did Perlowin’s people manage to offload thousands of pounds of pot in the heart of San Francisco Bay without being spotted?
Simple. He owned the pier.
A meticulous man with a talent for organization and a reverence for detail, before moving his operation from Florida to California Perlowin conducted one of the most remarkable research projects in the history of crime. He hired a Berkeley firm, Information On Demand, to analyze every major marijuana bust on the West Coast during the previous ten years. The idea was “to find out where everyone else had made their mistakes – and then design an operation to avoid them.”
The data disclosed that the weakest link in failed smuggling operations had been the vulnerability of the drop-off points – coves, estuaries, abandoned docks, vacant warehouses and so forth – over which the smugglers had limited and unreliable control. Perlowin eliminated that problem by buying his own dock, a 1,000-foot concrete pier in San Francisco Bay. It was ideally situated, just north of the Red Rock Marina in Richmond.
“Logistically, it was one of the finest offloading spots in the country,” says Perlowin. “It was 40 minutes by boat from the Golden Gate Bridge and right in the radar shadow of the Richmond Bridge.”
Perlowin’s boats would come in to dock and “disappear” – drop off the radar screen. In effect, he said, they would become “invisible.” Perlowin maintained that it was safer to “hide in plain sight” – run his boats in and out of a heavy traffic area – than call attention to himself by trying to sneak around some estuary in Mendocino.
The theory worked to perfection “In Florida,” he says, “you bring in a boatload of fish and everyone thinks its marijuana. In San Francisco, you bring in a boatload of marijuana and everyone thinks its fish.”
Meanwhile, the money-laundering arm of his operation was stretching half way around the world – from a gambling casino in Las Vegas to a pair of trust companies in Luxembourg to banks in the Cayman Islands, Netherlands Antilles, Panama, Costa Rica and the British West Indies, to a loan brokerage firm in Sarasota, Florida, and back to a string of shell corporations in Nevada.
Headquarters for the Perlowin operation moved around the Bay Area. “The Ukiah house I considered a home and didn’t do business there as a general rule,” he says. Business was conducted out of a house in Berkeley, an apartment in San Francisco and a house in San Rafael. Headquarters for running the dock and houseboat building company he owned (called Shelter Engineering) was an office in San Anselmo.
Marijuana sales headquarters were in various “stash houses” or ranches his operatives bought and rented north of San Francisco. They purchased three such houses outright, with a total value of approximately $1 million, and rented half-a-dozen others.
Perlowin’s VIP headquarters was a house in Orinda lived in by a distinguished-looking 62-year-old gentleman, and impeccable dresser, highly-educated – an individual Perlowin calls “a perfect front man for the organization.” This house, lavishly furnished, was used to entertain the Colombians as well as bankers and businessmen connected primarily with the money-laundering end of the operation.
Surveillance headquarters was a rented house in San Rafael, on a mountain top in direct line of sight of the dock. From here the North Bay was monitored with powerful two-man binoculars and broad-band scanners. A voice-activated tape player recorded all police, Coast Guard, DEA, FBI and other law enforcement radio transmissions. The tapes were reviewed nightly.
The South Bay was monitored from a 37-foot Pacesetter motor home parked on property which Perlowin’s organization rented on Skyline Boulevard. From the outside the motor home looked perfectly normal. Inside, however, it was packed with $1 million worth of sophisticated electronic equipment that not only enabled Perlowin to keep in radio contact with his own boats, but to track every Coast Guard craft from Panama to Alaska and Hawaii. He also tracked all routes flown by the Coast Guard’s surveillance planes.
CB antennas were mounted in the rearview mirrors. Then antenna for Perlowin’s marine single-sideband radio was concealed inside the motor home’s flagpole, with the American flag flying on top. High in several redwood trees on the property were mounted other antennas for marine VHF radios and broad-band scanners. To insure privacy, Perlowin own communications were carried out over his own secret frequencies – accomplished by having his electronics experts shave the standard crystals to specifications that enabled him to transmit and receive in-between regular frequencies.
At one point it struck Perlowin that his communications network was far superior to anything that the local Office of Emergency Services could muster. In a major emergency, he noted, all radio frequencies would be jammed from overuse.
Never one to think small, Perlowin had his own plan. If a major earthquake or other disaster struck the Bay Area, he had contingency plans to mobilize his entire organization to assist in the rescue operations. “With all our boats, trucks, 4-wheel drive vehicles, vans, pick-ups, wagoneers, jeeps, emergency repair trucks and spotter cars, and our ability to communicate with each other by radio – not to mention personnel used to working under dangerous and stressful conditions – we would have made an impressive impact helping the authorities,” Perlowin mused. “When the emergency was over we’d disappear and go back underground.”
But Perlowin’s altruism will never be tested. In March 1983, in Chicago, he was finally arrested. Ironically, what he was doing there had nothing to do with any drug deals. He was on his way to a three-day White Tantric Yoga seminar conducted by his spiritual advisor, Yogi Bhajan.
Despite his painstaking planning, in the end it was not his marijuana operation that tripped him up, but his money-laundering organization. One of his operatives in Sarasota, under pressure from the Feds on a separate drug rap, cut a deal for himself by handing over compromising documents on Perlowin’s money-cleansing methods to the FBI.
When he was busted, Perlowin had marijuana shipments contracted for – or already on the high seas – worth $120 million.
Through it all, Perlowin insists, he is proud of one thing. He stood firm on a basic principle: He never dealt cocaine, which he considers a “vicious and destructive” drug peddled by “violent people.”
Perlowin now spends his days in Federal Prison in Texarkana, and rarely has any man adjusted so well to prison life. Perlowin claims his confinement has improved his self-discipline and helped him to purge himself of “negative habits” (such as drug smuggling almost exclusively – to the exclusion to other meaningful life endeavors). He virtually vibrates with inner peace.
His days now, he says, are the “most calm and relaxed of my life.” A vegetarian, he says he meditates twice daily and reads 15 books a week. He is using his time to study for three degrees and, by the time he gets out of prison, he expects to hold PhD’s in nutrition, psychology and criminology.
Perlowin said he plans to combine the formidable organizational skills he developed as one of the world’s biggest drug dealers with his knowledge of Yoga, meditation and nutrition to forge a revolutionary new holistic approach to prison reform and rehabilitation.
He insists that the current prison system is in a “shambles,” with an 84 percent recidivism rate. “Everyone agrees it isn’t working.”
But he maintains that his method of reducing stress and changing violent behavior through Yogic techniques can turn the system around and produce at least an 80 percent success rate.
With the support of prison authorities, he’s already been allowed to put some of his theories into practice in a small pilot program in Texarkana.
“I’ve been an outlaw half my life,” he notes, “So I certainly comprehend the criminal mind.” On the other hand, he adds, he also understands the humanistic approaches that are necessary to genuinely alter the criminal’s conception of himself and society.
The private prison business is on the verge of becoming a $200 million industry,” Perlowin says with a modest smile, and he’s confident that when he’s released, sometime around 1990, he’ll be in the forefront of that business.
“Who,” he asks, “is better qualified?”
*J.L. Pimsleur is an award-winning reporter who has interviewed everyone from Fidel Castro and Malcolm X to Marilyn Monroe.
**True to his word, Bruce Perlowin never did testify against the far flung members of his organization and did all his time in prison. Because of that at least 100 people form the Perlowin Marijuana Smuggling Organization were never charged with any crimes.
I am the Master of the ‘Rose of the World’. The model Ruslana has been my guide. She was murdered by Russians. This post is from 2012. This blog is now a fingerprint key to the Art Lie Detector, and needs to funded, and employed to fight, and destroy Putin’s Troll Bots, who are…………….ARTLESS!
Putin’s man in the White House owns one work of art that is a reproduction. To watch this monster surround himself with beautiful women he abused, is a nightmare for the living and the dead. Trump is proof Putin wanted the very worst for all Americans. I demand all the Republicans get out of my families party and form the The Red Menace Party.
The Rose of the World was corrupted by the Money-Bots, the dirt that plays monopoly with their kind and send their brood off to art schools for get the some class. This poor man, who has no money – has bested the billionaires!
Jon ‘Of The Rose’
British TV producer and filmmaker Peter Pomerantsev has theorised that Korshunova’s suicide was related to her involvement with Rose of the World, a controversial Moscow-based organisation which describes itself as “training for personality development”. While researching for a documentary into Korshunova’s death, Pomerantsev learned that the model spent three months attending training session at Rose of the World. These sessions—which encourage participants to share their worst experiences and recall repressed memories—are modelled after Lifespring, whose controversial methods were the subject of multiple lawsuits for mental damages in the US during the 1980s. Korshunova attended training sessions with a friend, Ukrainian model Anastasia Drozdova, who committed suicide under similar circumstances in 2009. Friends of the two women reported changes in behaviour after several months at the Rose. Korshunova became aggressive, while Drozdova experienced violent mood swings and grew reclusive; both lost weight. After three months of training, Korshunova returned to New York to look for work, where she wrote of feeling lost and doubting herself. Rick Ross, head of the Cult Education Forum, argues that organisations such as Rose of the World “work like drugs: giving you peak experiences, their adherents always coming back for more. The serious problems start when people leave. The trainings have become their lives—they come back to emptiness. The sensitive ones break.” Only months after leaving the Rose, Korshunova was found dead.[19]
Leonard DaVinci would enjoy the vision of Daniel Andreev, he perhaps rendering beautiful images to go with the idea of a Divine Feminine that was explored by Denis de Rougemont who envisioned a One World Government.I found the Roza Mira oil and gas company. Are they associated with the Roza Mira Prophecy who has plans to unite all the religions of the world? My Bohemian Bank was calling for such a thing, we Bohemians anointing our own middle men in the oil game in order to fund the Arts.
” Monolit is, in turn, part of Roza Mira, a medium-sized independent Russian group trading oil products.”
Did the Roza Mira Training center try to employ super model Ruslana to help develop their brand name ‘Rose of the World’? If so, is Roza Mira looking at my blogs, and my famous sister, Rosamond?
Michell Bachman will endorse Mitt Romeny thus unite the Mormon and Evangelical cults that have transformed the Rebel Jesus Redeemer into a virginal feminine love object with a long white gown – and long hair! Loving and worshipping beautiful woman is a big taboo in this modern world – gone mad!
The idea of a Personal Jesus is about fifty years old. Billy Graham was intent on stopping Teen Love, and making Jesus the Love Object of teenagers so they will not make love to love music that worshipped beautiful women. Jesus was not born to be your personal savior, die on the cross FOR YOU, and you, and you, and you, and you! He never was your personal lover. Get over it! Not everyone gets a beautiful woman, or, a divine deity who knows everything about you. Not everyone get to be an Artist.
When Lover Jesus was turned into Political Killer Jesus by Tim LaHaye, the Christian Coalition, and Oil Billionaires, then American became home to a terrorist orginization whose divine leader gave this simple message;
“Love me! Worship only me – or I will destroy you!”
Sounds like Lucifer, the vain fallen angel to me!
Ruslana is a fallen angel, with long hair. We Nazarites take her into the Lord’s Fold.
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
The Rose of the World is envisioned in the development of the feminine nature in humanity: abhorrence for cruelty and violence, the expression of tenderness and love, the central concern for children, and the love of the beautiful. Women will assume positions of leadership, inspiration and wisdom. The current patriarchal order will be, at least partially, transformed under this empowered feminine influence in the Rose of the World.
I posted this, then took a break for two hours. I watched Rachel Maddow while eating dinner, and heard the term “Roses of the world”. In my video of Belle, I mention Rosamond and the Rose of the World, then turn off my camera, because, I told Belle what the crux of my book ‘Capturing beauty’ is about. The Sleeping Beauty Princess if named Rosamond. I sent her several e-mails on Rosamundi when she gave me her e-mail and phone number at The Wandering Goat – when Belle (beauty) offered to edit my book for a fee. Belle asked me what was a good time to come over and model. When I discovered she concealed who she is, I nixed that session. This is not the behavior of a predetor – on my part. I can not say the same for Belle – and her friends – some who are advocate attorneys! In the video, one of them is watching us converse!
What keeps coming up, for me, is the idea that members of SLEEPS, had a natural right to remain ANONYMOUS. This idea was born with OCCUPY. There is no such right! This is my greatest OFFENSE that I needed to be punished for. I now want my attorney to get Belle’s attorney in a court of law, because these reeks of CONSPIRACY! Rose McGowan is subjected to what several women is the Lane County put me through, including gaslighting my neighbors. Even reporting on this evil experience will ruin my career. But, being a reporter for my newspaper ‘Royal ROSAMOND Press’ is still my priority.
When I say I love Belle, and always will, I do so because I refuse to live life on THIER terms. I speak of the Anarchists who won her soul. She is an anarchist! these creeps created a alternative reality. How about a alternative Legal System – that they wanted me to obey – or else!
In this post I state I wanted to nominated myself for the Pulitzer Prize. These two reporters won a Pulitzer. They had each other. I had no one in my corner. I know the better I make my case, the worse Belle (Beautiful) appears. I agonize over this. Where is THE LOVE in the Weinstein Circle of Molest? Even the victims appear to lack – LOVE! Their motive were not – PURE!
I wrote Belle this poem two hours of meeting her, with the knowledge she may never call me. It speaks of a famous public square, like the kind POTUS says are being degraded and destroyed by the homeless. This poem is about real culture, and is not Hollywood.
Special mention must be reserved for attorney Lisa Bloom, a longtime advocate for victims’ rights, who appears to have sold her soul for $895 an hour and the promise of a movie deal. In a memo printed here in full, she tells Weinstein, “I feel equipped to help you against the Roses of the world, because I have represented so many of them.” She recommends paying a company to trash McGowan’s Google results, discrediting her as a witness. (Bloom now calls her actions a “colossal mistake”.)
This is the place we all have to get back to, or, life is not worth living. I just got off the phone with Marilyn Reed who is my first flame and muse, who is married to Jazz Drummer, Kenny Reed. This couple knows their music.
I just found out M made Nudie shirt knock-offs in L.A. The Reeds have been in my corner. I gave Belle M’s number as a reference. M and her choir ‘Inspirational Sounds’ will start a three month gig at the Jazz Station in downtown Eugene. For years, this reporter went to church to film Eugene’s longest performing musical group.
I was surprised that Teresa and Hollis were good friends. Teresa was our manager at McKenzie Meadows, and now works at the corporate offices of Umbrella Properties. I had Hollis over for a Sunday Dinner, and the Duck Games. Teresa beamed at me, knowing someone else cared about Mr. H. Many hearts were broken when I found him dead. I put together a memorial after I adopted him, and paid for his funeral. We found two half-sisters a month later. I put his ashes alongside the McKenzie River.
Hollis is rolling over in his grave at hearing the vicious slander of Kim Hafner, who tells my neighbors I am mentally deranged and the worst neighbor anyone could have. To contact my daughter and share vicious gossip, and make up lies about my life at the McKenzie, is a outrageous invasion of my privacy.
When I left Belle in Ken Kesey Square, I couldn’t wait to get home and look at our video. I am wondering why I did not ask her to dinner, or, bring her home with me. If I were twenty-four, I would have done both these things, then, took her to my bed! This is why I ran away her. On the onramp, I realized Belle may not call me, ever, and, I will never see her again! My heart is racing! I lost my chance! I open the window out shout down to her;
“Belle!”
I am twenty-four again. These are the best hours of my life. I get home and do a quick sketch of Belle. Then I begin my epic poem to her, to show her, that she seriously inspires me. When we meet again. I wanted – proof!
Mon Belle
When I was a gifted youth
I do not recall if I studied the artist Sandro Botticelli.
When a man
I wrote my version of ‘The Birth of Venus’
and did a painting of my muse
coming out of the sea.
I must have neglected this great Renaissance Artist,
and his beloved Muse – until now!
But, Since I beheld her, my Belle
and compared her to Simonetta Cattaneo de Candia Vespucci,
do I now behold all the clues of the petals
and the thread
that have brought me through the labyrinth of time,
to adore her once again.
And she recognizes me!
Centuries ago I was buried at her feet
in order to continue my long vigilance,
for she was only asleep.
One day she will awaken, and the City of Flowers
will again bask in her unapparelled beauty.
Bella! Mon Belle!
Following the Renaissance of the Miller Brothers
to the top of the hill in the lost city of Fairmount,
I came to the crossroads of time.
When I saw the intersection of Flora and Fairmount,
I knew it would be a matter of days
before I was with my Sleeping Belle, once again,
once upon a time
She is the one I came here for.
After finding the lost tombstone of George Melvin Miller,
the founder of Florence,
I began to see the grand design.
When she came across the piazza de Keasy
while the minstrel sang a song by the Grateful Dead
‘Saint Stephen’
I had my rose at ready.
When I handed it to her
I heard the lovers complain
Where is my Belle Rose!
This is the Renaissance Rose
that my ancestor employed to write his name,
Rosemondt.
When I told Belle what kind of work I do,
I described my painting of a woman coming out of the sea.
Many have asked me who she is. Now, I can say;
“She is Belle, the most beautiful woman in Florence.”
We will go there, soon,
to behold the sea, a shell, and the foam
In 1475
at La Giostra
a jousting tournament was held at the Piazza Santa Croce.
The gallant knight, Giuliano
entered the field bearing a banner
on which was a picture of Simonetta as a helmeted Pallas Athene
Her image was painted by Botticelli himself.
Underneath was the French inscription
La Sans Pareille, meaning “The unparalleled one”.
From then on Simonetta became known
as the most beautiful woman in Florence,
and later
the most beautiful woman of the Renaissance.
Simonetta Vespucci
I salute thee!
Jon Presco
Capturing Beauty – The Movie
by
John Presco
Copyright 2019
Two days ago I was going to nominate myself for the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism, because I realized I had captured the core members of SLEEPS with my little camera, and, I dod not give up reporting on a ongoing story abut the homeless. Belle Burch was the first. Then Alley Valkyrie, then Ambrose Holthem-Keathley. When I did this capturing, I was frightened. I was afraid when I crossed the street after seeing what looked like homeless people in Ken Kesey Square. After finding my homeless friend dead in his bed in the appartment I and Hud-Vash helped get him into, the 911 operator asked me to feel for a pulse. When I did, I considered I was breaking the Nazarite Vow I took. The 911 operator then asked me to take Hollis off hs bed, put him on the floor and minister CPR.
“You want me to put my mouth on his?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t think this will help. He’s very cold!”
When I wrote this, I used Hollis and I as a model. For a little while, there was just the two of us in his bedroom. We were not lovers. I loved Hollis, and I believe he loved me. With the vile news our President is using the homeless to hurt his perceive enemies, and at the same time appear more Grand t his Christian followers – and Jewish Voters – alas I have a forum, a group of elected Lawmakers to take my story to, and perhaps get Justice against those who terrorized me, slandered me, promised me that would destroy me and my newspaper. Yes, they wanted to see me stop loving some homeless people. They wanted me to shut up. They loved oppressing me.
My neighbore broke the Ten Commandments – then mocked me. They laughed ate me – with utter joy! The Mayor and City Council of Eugene ignored my complaint against Councilerperson, Emily Semple who knew of thie conspiracy to deny me My Civil Rights and Liberty. How they could do this, had to behinged upon their belief I was a dirty OLD MAN and leature who preyed on young women. How about inderage girls. Their belief was one of convenience, because they didn’t have a solution for the homeless problem either. God knows Idid my best. My solution was……….to love them! This is what I set out to do when I entered Ken Kesey, and, in a mintute fell in love with Belle Burch, at first sight. She too in a modle for my novel ‘The Royal Janitor;
An Ending
“I am going to kiss you now. Victoria opened her mouth just enough to match the beautiful open mouth of Miriam. She placed her lips upon her lips, as one would put a rose upon a freshly dug grave.
She was – right here, right there. And now she is somewhere else. But, not for me. My chance, our chance, is gone -so completely. How utterly unbearable, my being. So alone, all alone. Without her. I am left on the living side of death. Here, I must make my way.
I walk alone along the road. But I will never be alone. For thou art with me my love, on that road that runs on the dark side of the moon. You will go with me, her Lord, when I am in most need of her to be by my side. For she is with you, now. She knows the way.
John Presco
Copyright 2018
John Presco
When was the last time Hollis kissed a woman? He lived under a bridge. The sad lament for the homeless has been going on – FOREVER! It has been a huge problem – long before Jesus was born. There were homeless people in the streets of Rome. Many ancient cities were looking for a solution, and, moral permission to be charitable. Then the Septuagint was published, they found it in the commands of the God of the Jews. Civic minded peope – were amazed! Their god never ordered farmers and owners of fruit trees to not pick, or, reap all the harvest;
‘I am a stranger and an alien residing among you; give me property among you for a burying place, so that I may bury my dead out of my sight.’ Genesis 23:4
You shall also love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt. Deuteronomy 10:19
The alien who resides with you shall be to you as the citizen among you; you shall love the alien as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God. Leviticus 19:34
‘Cursed is anyone who withholds justice from the foreigner, the fatherless or the widow.’ Then all the people shall say, ‘Amen!’ Leviticus 27:19
When they were few in number, of little account, and strangers in the land, wandering from nation to nation, from one kingdom to another people, he allowed no one to oppress them; he rebuked kings on their account, saying, ‘Do not touch my anointed ones; do my prophets no harm.’
I paid for Hollis’s funeral after the Army was going to put “INDIGENT” on his record. They were going to put him in the ground with honors. They gave me flag after I adopted my dear friend. The President of the United States has nothing on me -or Hollis! We did our duty. I did not serve in the military. I was drafted. At a standdown Hollis asked a legal representative if I was a Vet, because I was officially in the service when I was drafted. The verdict is still out on this matter. Was Trump drafted? We are the same age. Many homeless people – are veterans! Uusing Veterans to detory the perceived enemis of the Evangelical Rapture – is fucking insane! Jesus said this is the greates commandment;
“Love one another!”
Trump has no love for the homeless. How can Christianity turn their back and pretend they do not see? Who saw, that all this, was coming, was, going West? This BAD NEWS is in the Emerald Valley. The Devil is at our gate! If the President comes to Oregon with bunch of foreign games in his pocket, to play – We will practice State Rights!
Former Secretary of State Rex Tillerson said Wednesday that Israeli officials “played” President Donald Trump in their conversations with him, warning that a “healthy amount of skepticism” is needed in dealings with Israel’s prime minister, Benjamin Netanyahu.
In the last thrity-two years I have made love to one women, my daughter’s mother. Before that I loved, and lived with a ex-prostitute who danced nude in a famous saloon in New Orleans. We both were terrible alcoholics. We tore each other up. We had to break up – for the last time. Laurie got into AA a year before I did.
I saw the History of Hank Williams and his wife Audrey. They fought all the time. Hank was hitting the whisky and writing the most profound literature in American History. His songs were from that world, from his days of wine and roses. Then, he saw the light…………..for a little while. Then, he died on a very lonely stretch of road in a the middle of the night. They showed that road.
Hank died utderly alone but for the seventeen year old boy he paid to be his shaurfer. I saved my life with the help of my brothers and sisters in AA. Am I liucky to be alive? Am I lucky I am still writing for my newspaper? I got a church to be the minister of! Then, I got some painting to do – masterpeices!
As an old man, I wondered if I would ever fall in love again. When I beheld Belle, my heart skipped a beat – several times. Scientists have studied what causes this. In hindsight, when I entered Kesey Square, I entered a Saloon, and, there she was. When Belle hid her true identity from me, I was on the brink of chaos. I met many beautiful women in bars, and had their names written on pieces of paper – put in a cigar box – to prove it. Otherwis, my blackouts had erased my memory of them. I could have taken their beatuful bodies home with, but, in the morning I would not remember…….making love. I would not remember their names. I was living a very lonely existence. I was………..terrified!
You can see that terror in Hank’s eyes. He tried to quit, many times, and failed. He knew he was a doomed man. For awhile he was more popular than Jesus. He carried the cross for many. When Belle asked me in a e-mail to talk about getting sober, I became suspicious. Members of SLEEPS – needed what I got – because they were all users! There was a $400,000 dollar donation waiting for some group. Did they get asked about what they are going to do about the Disease of Alcoholism – and they needed my testimony? This is typical of a user who – can’t quit! Only as a last resort, will they try.
So, I heard the songs coming from the human-homeless Juke Box. Look closely, and see Belle make slight movements that said;
“Do you want to dance!”
I think I will learn how to make a movie from my videos. Let me give it a try by stariting, here………..I want to splice this into the sad Russian song, in a loop. Belle is playing at Bolshevik Author. I knew this was going to do deep, deeper than she knew. This video is a work of art. My model to be, did not allow me to photograph her. I disobeyed! I knew she was a………..Beautiful Schemer. Sounds like a song.
I will always love Belle. Always.
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes I’d been there before, been there before
Well, I ain’t always right but I’ve never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Ain’t nothing wrong with the way she moves
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
I have walked into some very bad-ass bars in my life, but, never encountered a Mad Dog like Alley Valkyrie. Oregon still is……..The Wild West………..and Trump just blew intoto town, to really stir shit up! Will Alley fly home from Paris?
I would have never known Belle was leading a double life if she hadn’t sent me her Piriate Poem informing me she was a Honky-Tonk Woman who liked to eat and party in the downtown, where I found my Old Honky-Tonk bars still ticken in Oakland, with stabbings, and shootings. John Lee Hooker. Roy Orbeson, Hank Williams. America had some hard banging souls. Some gritty muels, and pigs out by the barn. And we had our radicals, our preacher men, our share of child prophets – hitten the Honky-Tonk Road!
Sure I wanted to play some more, put on my tux coat, and kick my boots up on a bar table. Sexy women. Sure love to play, and play, and play, all night long.
“You see, your honor, it was she who wheeled me in. She stuck her tongue out ant me, and, it was showtime!”
I did my drinken and the ol Golden West, with my friends who star in my first novel. The Gideon Computer begins at the Will Roger’s Hotel. I am a sucker for bald women in tiled hotel bathrooms. I wanted Belle to help me finish these very long poem. And she did, And she does. And, she will again – oh Lord!
I pushed you away my darling Clementine, because I was terrified of grabbing you by your waist, with one hand, and going for my next beer, with the other.
Here is the threat I received from Alley Valkyrie ten months ago. I did not know her. Belle did not tell me to stop calling her or write about her until after I received this threat that was carried out.
“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.”
I told Belle and Alley Valkyrie I am a registered newspaper in Lane County, and I owe it to my peers not to cave to threats and demands. These threats were carried out, and Alley posted on the Mayor of Eugene’s Facebook disgraceful slander. On Alley’s facebook I read physical threats made by her friends. Not one word have I removed. I am in solidarity with the People of France and Paris.
Jon Presco
“Please, go ahead and blog my threat.
You have no fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into
You also have no idea how many people are already on to you, and how many people have my back. We also have six other mutual friends who are going to learn about your behavior ASAP
And just so you know as well: if you write anything about me that could be construed as defamatory, you will be hearing from my lawyers ASAP.”
Alley Valkyrie posted to Kitty Piercy
This man’s name is John Gregory Presco, DOB 10/8/1946. He lives in Springfield, Oregon.
He frequents Eugene, especially the Whiteaker neighborhood, and regularly shows up at activist events. He is a stalker, a harasser, and an obsessed de…lusional sicko.
If you need a concrete example of his behavior and why I am posting this, his delusional writings can be found at https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/
If you see him in your neighborhood, on the street, or anywhere, call him out. Expose him. Make it known that you will not accept and tolerate someone who harasses and obsesses over young women in our community. This man is a very sick individual. Anyone who deliberately makes women feel unsafe should not be tolerated in this or any community.
As I was walkin’ ’round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes
And I knew without askin’ she was into the blues
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls
In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff
I picked up my matches and was closing the door
I had one of those flashes I’d been there before, been there before
Well, I ain’t always right but I’ve never been wrong
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
Ain’t nothing wrong with the way she moves
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
Had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by
Wind in the willow’s playin’ “Tea For Two”
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stoppin’ strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band
The followers of John Darby, and the Fake Evangelical King of America and Jerusalem, have attacked the Statue of Liberty. I bid all people of French descent to for Militias and defend the gift and symbol of Democracy.
The Louisiana Purchase was not legal and was opposed by Thomas Jefferson. I gifted this territory to my ex-fiancé.
My claims are very sound, while the claims of America’s Militias are pretentious! The Red States of the Midwest will come over due to the devastating tariffs. Are the Rapture Loons suggesting that only European Immigrants will be Raptured. No Jew, and the Nation of Israel believes in the Rapture, or, that Jesus was a Jewish Messiah. I have shown that he descends from Priam and Paris, who Solomon and David. In my book I will show the connection between the Gauls, Galatia, and Troy! There is a lineage from Jesus and…
My newspaper, and this reporter, have been predicting a war would be declared on California, and the Liberal West, by The Neo-Confederate Evangelical Nazi Party. a’k.a. ‘The Red State Menace of The End Time Killer Jesus’ whose promise to destry mostof the world in order to establish his kingdom, is now Government policy.
Christian Charity was there from the start. The real Jesus gave Biblical lessons on how to treat the poor, the homeless, the lame. Evangelical LAWMAKERS should have made the homeless their top priority. Instead, they made taking over the Republican Party founded by my California Kindred, the number one DESIRE of their King Jesus. Jesus hated the rich – and the Pharisee Lawyer Hypocrites who said they were God’s holy people chosen to interpret the Torah for the good of all God’s people. We saw these Holy Lawyers going after Democratic lawmakers for proving Trump’s lackey – IS A LIAR – and should have been held in contempt!
Our Founding Fathers did not found this Democracy on words found in the Book of Daniel and Revelations. They did not lay down preparations for the Great Tribulation. They never heard of The Rapture. Millions of Evangelicals are bid to take their belief system out of their church – AND THRUST IT IN THE FACE of non-believers and secular lawmakers. We are talking about PROPHECY! I prophesized this take0ver was coming. I was right. I am proof prophesizing – WORKS!
Play both videos at same time! I am sure Trump’s handlers have shown Trump the Tribulation video. Was Carson in the room, agreeing God wants more starving babies on his planet so more people will convert – AND LOVE HIM?
“LOVE ME! I NEED MORE LOVE! LOVE ME – OR ELSE!”
Take note that the two Trade Towers are still standing when the blessed day of holy destruction – comes! And, I must bow down to my obese neighbors as they torment me in the name of Jesus, because they claim they are “God’s holy people”? They are INSANE! They are – THE BAD SIGN!
Millions of Christians have abandoned empirical truth, to live in a fantasy word ruled by their Antichrist Ruler, Donald Trump, who has lied over twelve thousand times, while declaring the Free Press is the enemy of the people. I believe Trump is in league with Putin, who has hated California more than any foreign leader, because he is the only foreign leader who hates California! How about Washington and Oregon? These Western States aren’t buying the dumb-ass bullshit fed Beer-drunk NASCAR Bubbas, and fake Nashville cowboys, not to mention the Judgmental 500 hundred pound lardos for the rapture and end time king Jesus – who is in the back pocket of Big Business!
Big Hog Money Man has been funding the Religious-right, and other groups who hate environmentalists. Most Christians think trying to save Planet Earth, is of Satan. This attack is the last vicious gasp of mentally ill Haters who have seen the polls, that says 90% of young people are extremely interested in saving the environment. This is a political game at the expense of the poor and the homeless. All churches should be ashamed of themselves. This HOG MAN in the White House is trying to sway young voters, and make them ‘Haters of the Earth’.
This BIG LIAR for Jesus devastated the Midwest farmers and their land. Many have lost their farms and are facing homelessness. For years Trump declared himself the King of New York! Did he do anything to help the homeless in his Home State? No!
Russian Hackers will be working the homeless problem in order to get Trump back in the White House. This is a National Attack by Putin. Why not fly the homeless to Siberia? Name your price Mr.Putin. What will it take to get your jetliners on the runway? I know how to put the crown of the Romanoff on your head!
I wondered if The Trumpire was going to ship the homeless to Greenland if they owned, it a big ugly joke to put our homeless at Europe’s front door.
Trump and officials in San Francisco and Los Angeles have been at odds over what the president believes is their failure to tackle the growing number of people living on the streets.
“They’re in serious violation,” Trump told reporters aboard Air Force One. “They have to clean it up. We can’t have our cities going to hell.”
Trump said the issue was an environmental one because “tremendous pollution,” including syringes used by homeless addicts to inject drugs, was flowing into the Pacific Ocean from Bay Area cities.
Earlier in the day, U.S. Housing and Urban Development Secretary Ben Carson rejected requests from California for more money to fight homelessness, saying the Trump administration was already doing its part.
Governor Gavin Newsom and other Democratic elected officials, including the mayors of Los Angeles and San Francisco, asked Trump this week for federal funds to expand programs to provide stable living environments for the homeless.
“Your letter seeks federal dollars for California from hardworking American taxpayers but fails to admit that your state and local policies have played a major role in the current crisis,” Carson said in response.
All day long visions of my novel ‘The Royal Janitor’ overwhelmed me. I am experiencing a flood of creativity and inspiration. I now know what my book is about. I knew it would come to me if I stayed the course and trusted my inspiration. I was shown this opening scene. Turn down volume on first video.
This letter is still be composed.
Dear Roozemond. I was looking at your video today, and for one minute I beheld how great you are. I know your daughter wants to be great, too.
I believe most of the people of the world want to be seen as great. How can we, the people, bring that choice to the multitude……..today?
The Dutch-led joint investigation team (JIT) named the men as Igor Girkin, Sergei Dubinsky and Oleg Pulatov from Russia, as well as Ukrainian Leonid Kharchenko.
The JIT, which is seeking to try the suspects under Dutch law, had previously said it had a “long list” of persons of interest and appealed again for witnesses as the investigation continued.
Who are the suspects?
The most prominent of the four is Igor Girkin (also known as Strelkov), who prosecutors say is a former colonel in Russia’s FSB intelligence service. He was given the minister of defence title in the rebel-held eastern Ukrainian city of Donetsk.
He is believed to be the highest military officer in the area who was in direct contact with the Russian Federation. In a statement Mr Girkin said: “I can only say that militia did not shoot down the Boeing.”
Image copyrightReutersImage caption An investigator inspects the wreckage of Malaysia Airlines Flight MH17
The others charged are:
Sergei Dubinsky (known as Khmury), who prosecutors say was employed by Russia’s GRU military intelligence agency, was a deputy of Mr Girkin and in regular contact with Russia
Oleg Pulatov, known as Giurza, who the JIT says was a former soldier of GRU special forces and deputy head of the intelligence service in Donetsk
Ukrainian national Leonid Kharchenko, who has no military background but led a combat unit as a commander in eastern Ukraine, according to prosecutors
“These suspects are seen to have played an important role in the death of 298 innocent civilians”, said Dutch chief prosecutor Fred Westerbeke.
“Although they did not push the button themselves, we suspect them of close co-operation to get the [missile launcher] where it was, with the aim to shoot down an aeroplane.”
Investigators, he added, had “evidence showing that Russia provided the missile launcher”.
The passenger jet left Amsterdam’s Schiphol Airport at 10:15 GMT on 17 July 2014 and was due to arrive at Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia the following day.
A few hours after take-off, the plane lost contact with air traffic control about 50km (30 miles) from the Russia-Ukraine border.
At the time, an armed conflict was raging on the ground in eastern Ukraine between Russian-backed separatists and Ukrainian government forces, and several government military aircraft had been downed in the previous weeks, while government air strikes were being carried out on rebel-held areas.
The plane crashed in the Donetsk area, in territory controlled by separatists. Parts of the wreckage were found distributed over an area of about 50 sq km (19 square miles).
In October 2015, the Dutch Safety Board concluded the plane had been hit by a Buk missile, causing it to break apart in mid-air.
Unnamed Dutch officials have told news agencies that Russia refused to co-operate with the investigation but the foreign ministry denied this, saying Russia had always been interested in establishing the truth.
Russia accused the JIT of using dubious “sources of information”, including evidence “fabricated” by Ukraine, while ignoring evidence offered by Russia.
In July 2015, it vetoed a UN Security Council resolution that sought to set up a special tribunal to prosecute those responsible.
Under Article 61 of Russia’s constitution, no Russian citizen can be extradited to another state.
A former rebel official in Donetsk, Andrei Purgin, said it was “absurd” to accuse the separatists of involvement in downing the plane, Russia’s Interfax news agency reports.
Asked by AFP news agency, Ukrainian security services said they had “no information” on Leonid Kharchenko’s whereabouts or whether he was even still alive.
Who has welcomed the charges?
Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky welcomed the Dutch-led inquiry’s conclusions, Reuters news agency reports. He said he hoped “those who are guilty of this brazen murder of innocent children, woman and men will be put in the dock”.
UK Foreign Secretary Jeremy Hunt said Russia “must co-operate fully with the prosecution and provide any assistance it requests” in accordance with UN Security Council resolution 2166, which was passed in response to the downing of MH17.
“The international community stands together against the impunity of those responsible for the despicable murder of 298 innocent people,” he added.
Nato chief Jens Stoltenberg said the bringing of charges marked an “important milestone in the efforts to uncover the full truth and ensure that justice is done”.
Who were the victims?
A total of 283 passengers, including 80 children, and 15 crew members were killed on the flight.
Image copyrightVariousImage caption Those killed were from across the world
The dead included 193 Dutch nationals, 43 Malaysians, 27 Australians, 12 Indonesians, 10 Britons, four Belgians, four Germans, three Philippine nationals, one New Zealander and one Canadian.
Image copyrightReutersImage caption “It’s a start” – Silene Fredriksz, mother of one of the victims
Speaking ahead of Wednesday’s announcement, Silene Fredriksz, who lost her son Bryce, said that in the five years since the downing of MH17, some relatives had died not knowing the truth.
“We all get older… I hope that I will know the truth before I close my eyes,” she said.
Barry Sweeney, father of 28-year-old British victim Liam, said he was still looking for the truth.
“It’s not going to bring anyone back, but if I found out why it happened, it would bring a bit of closure,” he said.
Opening Scene ‘Daughter Dead’
