Buy Me This House

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In my letter, I told Rena I render floor plans as a hobby. It relaxes me, like knitting? I design homes around my muse. I put her in these homes, like a beautiful doll? Is this what freaked her out? Did my muse pay extra attention to this house craze I own, she pouring out the bits that mention my obsession, then showing Deputy Dan my reconstructed letter? I asked Dan if he read my love letter that Rena recalled – completely!

“Yes I read it. It was about seven pages long. She insisted I read it.”

“Don’t you find it odd, Dan, that you are calling someone you don’t know, who lives in another state; accusing this person of stalking, by evidence show you by a woman who has to own a Super Memory. I mean Dan……….Isn’t this material for one of those Paranornal T.V. shows?'”

That got a laugh out of Dan.

“Perhaps, she did not tear up my letter, and is only saying she did to add to the dramatic affect. I own a copy of that letter. A comparison, could be made.”

There was silence. Dan now realized how foolish he looked, and would look in a court of law.

“One could make a case I am being harassed here.”

By paranormal means. Even via……witchcraft! I almost added.

After seeing the movie ‘The Accountant’ I began a chapter called ‘The Janitor’. It was about a woman who choses to become a night janitor because the fear she has owned most of her life is increasing with intensity. Her social life consists of her getting a Starbucks coffee after work, and chatting with the employee.  I quit this chapter, because Rena could not kill anybody – outright! She is capable of having fantastic sex with her victim, and coming away owning that persons soul. Folks who have done me wrong, should be concerned, if I move Rena Christiansen around with my keyboard – destroying people. I had her making a mistake in her long eight hour poetry recital, and seeking relief for her imperfection by taking another job for her wealthy boss who owned a disreputable international tycoon.

“Christian ‘Chris’ Wolff (Ben Affleck), a mental calculator, works as a forensic accountant, tracking insider financial deceptions for numerous criminal enterprises brokered to him by a woman’s voice on his phone that originates from a restricted number. As a child, Christian had been diagnosed with a high-functioning form of autism and offered an opportunity to live at Harbor Neuroscience Institute in New Hampshire. Although Christian had bonded with Justine (Alison Wright), the mute daughter of the institute’s director, his father declined, believing that Christian should overcome the hardships inherent in his condition rather than expect the world to be accommodating. The pressure of raising a special-needs child later drove Christian’s mother to leave him and his neurotypical younger brother, Braxton, with their father, an army psychological warfare officer, who arranged for them to receive extensive military training around the world, such as martial arts and sharpshooting. Christian now uses those skills to protect himself in his dangerous life as an auditor of criminal enterprises, a job for which he accepts payment in various non-cash forms such as rare comics, gold bricks, and paintings by famous artists.”

For two years I placed OUR home in Tiburon. But, in the last three months I have been looking at the Delta. Four days ago I designed a Delta house, with boat dock. I found just the right boat. Now, I went shopping for some land. Yesterday, I found MY dream home. It overlooks the little wharf where my grandfather, Victor Hugo Presco, lived in a houseboat. I met Hug once. My father took Mark and I down there. If I get this house I will sit in one of m bedrooms that is my office. I will finish my novels here!

However, that may not be the truth, because, there is a bedroom and bathroom – under the house! How perfect! This is where I really want to live. But, she might want this room. Rena and I may have a fight for this room, for, this is where it all comes to an end, our charade. We both want to return to our beloved cell.

I will buy a Powerball ticket today. God willing, I will own my first home. If someone buys this house before I win, then I will contact the owners to see if they will rent me that room. I need that room! The Bohemian needs a place to dwell. He needs to release, his vagabond soul. ‘The Gideon Computer’ must come to an end – soon! After posting my video of thunderstorms in the jungle, the rain and flooding, has begun. Are these – the End Days?

There is a place I can sit, and watch the lights of the bridges at night. I can see the cars come and go. Nearby, are train tracks. Perhaps she will arrive by train……..the Beautiful Assassin of my heart. Own the dream home, and she will come. Beauty needs a place, to rest her head.


Jon Presco

Copyright 2017

Victor Hugo Presco

For awhile, my grandfather lived in San Francisco and was a business partner of his brother, Oscar. They remodeled houses and built cabinets. Hugo is listed as a house painter on Vic’s birth certificate. Rosemary told me after the brothers went their own way, Victor Hugo ended up living in a tar paper shack under the Bay Bridge. She got it wrong, it was the Carquinez bridge in Crockett, where Hugo made a living gambling. I had a talk with the old curator of the Crockett Museum who knew my grandfather. He told me he was one hell of a nice guy. Rosemary told me 5,000 people came to his funeral, including the Mayor of San Francisco. The curator told me there were scores of gambling joints in this small company town that preyed upon workers for C&H Sugar.When Vic was delivering produce to Crockett one day, he took his two sons down to the wharf to meet his father who lived in a houseboat. When Victor Hugo answered the door, in a gruff voice my father introduced his sons to the man who had abandoned him, and walked away, we never to see this man again.

Rosemary told me Vic took the money Hugo’s friends had given him to buy a headstone and got drunk. What he did with the body, is a mystery. I would not put it past my father to have weighted his father down with rusty chains and dumped him in the bay. Captain Victime never paid a Vet bill if he could help it.

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Russian Spy Has Sex With FBI

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Two years ago I posted this prophetic post, that now has much meaning with the election of Trump who judged beauty contests in Russia. If you watched MSNBC tonight, you know it is coming unwound. President Nixon is now a model. In 1970 Rena told me one of her sisters was the mistress of Robert Vesco, who was close with Bebe Reboso, Nixon’s close friend. All three of Rena’s sisters were fashion models. She had spent the previous summer with her sister in Washington D.C. She told me she was not happy with what her sisters were involved in. Rena was a very good lover, and very aggressive.

The age of consent is seventeen in Nebraska. I suspected her sister in Washington was hooking her up with rich and powerful men. Did she go for it, once of twice? Did this sister introduce her to her husband that was thirty years her senior. Sir Ian Easton worked for the British Defense School that sustains the relationship between the U.S. and Britain. Today, Parlaiment met. Our President’s pussy grabbing was brought us. Trump made it a habit of walking in on naked beauty contestants. I wonder back in 1970 if there was a club that preyed upon beautiful women all over the world. Could a real beauty fetch a million dollars? How much would a wife cost, her genetic material, that would guarantee a Lord or a Sir, sire beautiful children.

After I backed Dan Wayland off with the threat I would inform my Congressman of this stalking order, I wondered why Rena’s husband, a real cattle producer, did not call me, and back me down. I found out they were divorced. Rena had lied to me. Now knowing THEY were reading my blog, I wondered what spooked them. I had posted on Rena staying at the Harkin’s home. Then, the answer appear.

There is a Russian Spy who seduced an FBI agent. Would I get the FBI involved if my newspaper was a target? Look at the date of the post on Svetlana. THEY would not have to go far into my archive. This is what freaked them out. Had Sparky found Rena for me? Was he on to something? Bruce and Svetlana were hiring ex-convicts to smuggle used computer into the USSR. Why used? What did they want from me?

It appears the Donald Trump thinks he invented Sex The Cold War Weapon, and, is having trouble believing he is a victim of SCWW. Our Animal Instincts are very powerful. This is why we have a church ever ten blocks.

Jon Presco

“Attorneys for Mr. Miller, who will be tried separately, asserted in court papers earlier this year that in having an affair with a purported Soviet operative Mr. Miller did nothing that other F.B.I. agents have not done. Mr. Miller contends that he was attempting to use the Ogorodnikovs to infiltrate Soviet intelligence.”

LOS ANGELES, April 26— Svetlana Ogorodnikov, who is being tried on charges that she recruited an F.B.I. agent to spy for the Soviet Union, burst into tears in court today when another former F.B.I. agent testified that she had invited him to have sex.

”Why you lie – liar!” Mrs. Ogorodnikov declared, interrupting the testimony of the former agent, John E. Hunt, who had been describing a dinner meeting he had with her in June 1982.

Mrs. Ogorodnikov is being tried with her husband, Nikolay, on charges that they conspired with Richard W. Miller, who was then an F.B.I. agent, to pass classified documents to the Soviet Union.

Mrs. Ogorodnikov, who is 34 years old, has contended in court papers that her activities with F.B.I. agents had been in connection with her role as an F.B.I. informer. She said she had had an affair with Mr. Hunt when he was assigned to her case, and later with Mr. Miller. The Government has denied that Mr. Hunt was involved in an intimate relationship with her.

Purpose of Meeting Described

Mr. Hunt described in his testimony a series of meetings he held with Mrs. Ogorodnikov in 1982 in an effort to get her to provide information to the F.B.I. about officials of the Soviet consulate in San Francisco.

Mrs. Ogorodnikov, a Russian who immigrated to the United States with her husband and son in a period of relaxed Soviet emigration policies toward Russian Jews in 1973, had distributed Russian films here with the help of consular officials and had gained their acquaintance, he testified.

But after February 1982, he said, Mrs. Ogorodnikov vacillated as to whether she would cooperate with the bureau and whether she would continue to meet wih him.

Mr. Hunt testified that the June 6 meeting ”was more to build rapport than to obtain information.” They went to a Hollywood cocktail lounge for drinks, and on departing Mrs. Ogorodnikov suddenly told him, he testified: ”I love you. Can’t we go someplace?”

Mrs. Ogorodnikov’s first outburst came at that point.

Mr. Hunt, pressing on, said that he refused and took Mrs. Ogorodnikov home. He said she had told him, ”Well, if you won’t take me, I’m going to go find somebody else who will.”

Mrs. Ogorodnikov then denounced Mr. Hunt as a liar again, continuing to speak until Judge David V. Kenyon Jr. called a temporary recess.

Government’s Assertion

In its opening statement to the jury, the Government portrayed Mrs. Ogorodnikov as using sex and money to draw Mr. Miller, who was described as a troubled man with career and marital problems, into obtaining secret documents for the Soviet Union.

Attorneys for Mr. Miller, who will be tried separately, asserted in court papers earlier this year that in having an affair with a purported Soviet operative Mr. Miller did nothing that other F.B.I. agents have not done. Mr. Miller contends that he was attempting to use the Ogorodnikovs to infiltrate Soviet intelligence.

Mr. Hunt testified that he first asked Mrs. Ogorodnikov to cooperate wih the F.B.I. in February 1982 and that she turned him down. After several other meetings, he testified, she telephoned to ask for a meeting, and they met May 19.

Mr. Hunt said she told him at that meeting that she wanted ”to warn me” about her best friend, Nina Thomas. ”She said Nina Thomas in the past had deliberately involved married men in extramarital affairs and then attempted to blackmail them,” Mr. Hunt testified.

Consul’s Character Described

Mr. Hunt, who is married and a grandfather, said he told her ”there was nothing to be concerned about.” Last week Richard Kendall, a prosecutor in the case, said Mrs. Ogorodnikov had identified Nina Thomas to the F.B.I. as a K.G.B. informer.

Mrs. Ogorodnikov remained generally reluctant in the spring of 1982 to divulge information about Soviet consular officials, Mr. Hunt told the jury. But at a meeting in April she talked in detail about the character and foibles of the man who was then consul general in San Francisco, who was identified in court only by his last name, Chikvaidze.

Mr. Hunt said she told him that Mr. Chikvaidze, a Soviet Georgian, ”had an alcohol problem, was a womanizer,” was not accepted by his staff and had trouble controlling them, Mr. Hunt testified.

The former agent testified that she confided a bit about her personal life at that time, telling him she wanted to divorce her husband and that if she did ”she would be happy to tell me everything she knew.”

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“WASHINGTON — Milo Yiannopoulos, a polemical Breitbart editor and unapologetic defender of the alt-right, tested the limits of how far his provocations could go after the publication of a video in which he condones sexual relations with boys as young as 13 and laughs off the seriousness of pedophilia by Roman Catholic priests.

On Monday, the organizers of the Conservative Political Action Conference rescinded their invitation for him to speak this week. Simon & Schuster said it was canceling publication of “Dangerous” after standing by him through weeks of criticism of the deal. And Breitbart itself was reportedly reconsidering his role amid calls online for it to sever ties with him.

Mr. Yiannopoulos’s comments, which quickly created an uproar online over the weekend, put many conservatives in a deeply uncomfortable position. They have long defended Mr. Yiannopoulos’s attention-seeking stunts and racially charged antics on the grounds that the left had tried to hypocritically censor his right to free speech.

The Spy Who Loved Too Much

I met Bruce Perlowin through my friend Michael Harkins.

Perlowin’s wife, Svetlana, is no stranger to CBS’ 60 Minutes. In 1984, Sveltana Ogorodnikov was convicted of being a Russian spy. The ‘Spy Who Couldn’t Go Home’ scandal was the most watched 60 Minutes show in their history. She was also featured on “The Best of 60 Minutes for the decade of the 80’s, “Mike Wallace Remembers 25 years of 60 Minutes,” and “35 years of 60 Minutes.” Additionally, Perlowin’s co-founder of Medical Marijuana, Inc., Don Steinberg, was also featured on 60 Minutes for his role as the largest marijuana smuggler in US history, back in the 70’s.

Svetlana, Perlowin’s wife of 35 years, is also one of the co-founders and one of the largest shareholders of Hemp, Inc. (OTC: HEMP). On the horizon for the couple, is a major motion picture on Perlowin’s life as the ‘King of Pot’ as featured on CNBC’s “Marijuana, Inc. Inside America’s Pot Industry” in 2008, which was the most watched documentary in CNBC history. The documentary is still re-airing 4 years later. (

Even with mass publicity, a Discovery Channel show, a motion picture in the works and a reality show featuring the company’s products (in which three segments have already been filmed), Perlowin remains humble and is proud of how other marijuana companies are moving forward. “It’s gratifying to see the concept and company that I founded soar to new heights as the new management gets national media recognition. Although I have moved on to another venture in the same industry, I am proud that my legacy is provoking worldwide interest,” Perlowin stated.

Rena Easton as Irene Westhaven

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Yesterday I realized Rena lied to me when she said she was not interested in becoming a model like her three older sisters after she saw what this profession had done to them. One of them was the mistress of Robert Vesco who prepared Donald Trump’s way.

In 1970, Rena left Grand Island Nebraska with her twenty-six year old lover. She was seventeen. They got out of the car at Venice Beach where Rena paraded around in a bikini that I and my good friend beheld her in on Pismo Beach. This friend kidnapped her, drove three hundred yards down the beach until he turned around. Rena had demanded he go back and get me. Consider Paris and Helen of Troy. He had to have her after beholding her beauty at the Beauty Contest he judged. All hell breaks lose. Casandra freaks out.

“There is the face that launched a thousand ships!

Rena and her lover did not get out of the car on Nob Hill,so folks can see her beautiful face. She told me one of her sisters was going to be on the cover of a magazine – wearing a bikini. What fourteen year old would not want to be a top model like her older sisters? I think it was the sisters, and Rena’s grandmother – whom she lived with – who discouraged her.

No sooner on Venice Beach, knocking them dead, then Lover-Boy calls the muscle guys working out “FAGS!” Six of them chased this Nebraskan down the boardwalk, catch him, and put him in the hospital. That evening Rena and I meet. Her ride on the Faggot Wagon had come to an end. All this way, and no further. She did not have clue where he went. She had waited by the Venice Pier for fourteen hours, until I cam along at 3:00 A.M. I was the Last Man Standing, who looked down on the crashing waves, and asked;

“Where are you?”

How could she betray a beautiful poet?

Rena married Admiral Sir Ian Easton who entered ‘White Crusader’ in America’s Cup. That is the White Crusader racing America’s entry in the photo above. Did Rena marry the real James Bond?

My Muse and I went swimming at Monte Rio Beach about ten times. She would not allow me in the water with her because she put on a show, a beauty contest, that blew the competition out of the water. I title her a Kraken.

Before she sent me her long letter she wrote on Christmas, I found her house she lives in pictured above. She informed me she was with her second husband living on a hill overlooking his cattle ranch. They were divorced. She lied.

I have depicted Rena as the American Eagle. Look at her eyes! To see Miss U.S.A swoop on stage as this eagle, blew my mind. She was going for the Redneck Tea Party vote. I think Rena wanted to slip me in her back pocket with the other Trophy-Lovers she collected. Then she read her seventeen year old self – was still the star of my show! At sixty-one, she got very possessive. What a trip! With Thomas Hart Benton’s collaboration with John Steinbeck, we are looking at Great California Love Story.

When we went to get her things at this pad on the beach, one of the dudes who lived there, was on acid. He made whistling sounds, held out his finger and said;

“Come pretty bird! Come sit on my finger!”

I saved my muse whom I had asked to come into my life.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2015

“Don Roscoe and Humphrey Bogart had many things in common, the foremost being, they owned yachts that were far superior to Jack London’s wreck ‘The Snark’. On the San Francisco Bay, one could see Don’s yacht ‘Bohemian Roe’ racing Bogies Boat ‘Santana’ past Alcatraz Island. Every other boat owner looked on in awe. From the Berkeley Hills you could make out this incredible sight that American Intellectuals titled ‘The Zenith of Western Culture’. This infuriated the Swells in Los Angeles, and other Hollywood Stars who were befuddled. The Kennedy family took note, and shrugged their shoulders.”

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Rena had graduated from high school, and was looking to go on adventure. Her grandmother did not have the money to send her to Europe, so she set out on a Road Trip with her boyfriend.

After I rescued Andromeda from the Sea Monster, I took her North, into the California Redwoods. I showed Rena the Giant Sequoia on our way to the Russian River. Having an alcoholic father, I don’t think Rena was ever sent away to Camp. In desperate need of a place to swim I took my beautiful muse to the beach at Monte Rio. Eureka, she had found it, her perfect Summer Vacation spot. Here this straight A student could take a well deserved time-out before attending the University of Nebraska.

Easton joined the Royal Navy in 1931 and qualified as a pilot at the start of World War II in which he saw active service on aircraft carriers.[1] On 4 January 1941, flying a Fairey Fulmar of 803 Squadron from HMS Formidable during a raid on Dakar he force landed, with his aircrewman Naval Airman James Burkey and was taken prisoner and held by the Vichy French at a camp near Timbuktu until released in November 1942.[2] He was appointed Assistant Director of the Tactical and Weapons Policy Division at the Admiralty in 1960 and was seconded to the Royal Australian Navy as Captain of HMAS Watson in 1962.[1] He went on to be Naval Assistant to the Naval Member of the Templer Committee on Rationalisation of Air Power in 1965, Director of Naval Tactical and Weapons Policy Division at the Admiralty in 1966 and Captain of the aircraft carrier HMS Triumph in 1968.[1] After that he was made Assistant Chief of Naval Staff (Policy) in 1969, Flag Officer for the Admiralty Interview Board in 1971 and Head of British Defence Staff and Senior Defence Attaché in Washington, D.C. in 1973.[1] He last posting was as Commandant of the Royal College of Defence Studies in 1976: he commissioned armourial bearings for the College which were presented during a visit by the Queen in November 1977.[3] He retired in 1978.[1]

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Among the charges that emerged during the 1970s, the SEC accused Vesco of embezzling $220 million from four different IOS funds. During 1973, Vesco fled to Costa Rica. Shortly before his departure, hoping to end the SEC investigation into his activities, Vesco routed substantial contributions to Richard Nixon through Nixon’s nephew Donald A. Nixon.

Vesco was also investigated for a secret $200,000 contribution made to the 1972 campaign to re-elect Nixon. As counsel to International Controls Corporation, New Jersey lawyer Harry L. Sears delivered the contribution to Maurice Stans, finance chairman for the Committee to Re-elect the President. Vesco had wanted Attorney General John N. Mitchell to intercede on his behalf with SEC chairman William J. Casey. While Vesco fled the country, Stans, Mitchell, and Sears were indicted for obstruction of justice, though charges against all three were dismissed.[9]

FREMANTLE, Australia — New Zealand syndicate officials, no strangers to boat construction controversy, threatened Friday to protest Britain’s use of a new keel cast in Australia.

The officials charge the keel for Britain’s White Crusader was cast in Perth despite a stipulation that boats challenging for the America’s Cup must be designed and built in the country of the challenging club.

White Crusader Syndicate Director Ian Easton admitted the keel was cast in Australia but said a replacement of the original keel was considered a modification and allowed. Easton refused to say if the new keel has been used yet on White Crusader.

Easton said the cost of molding a complete new keel in the country of origin plus flying it to Australia would be prohibitive and ‘greatly favor the defenders over the challengers.’

‘The rules are very clear, like black and white,’ said KZ7 Syndicate Chairman Michael Fay. ‘I don’t believe the British would be sailing with a keel that isn’t legal. I don’t think they would jeopardize the points earned so far.’

FREMANTLE, Australia — Body searches of America’s Cup crews may be necessary if race officials suspect the use of pocket-size devices providing up-to-the-minute weather information, an official with Great Britain’s White Crusader Challenge said Friday.

Ian Easton, a director of the syndicate, said he believed at least one challenging team was using the illegal visual pager system. If true, that would violate the rule disallowing transmission of any weather reports to a competing yacht after the 10-minute warning gun is fired.

“If the race committee instituted a search of a boat before the start of a race, it should look at asking crewmen to empty their pockets,” Easton said.

“These devices are quite small and can be easily hidden–or thrown overboard for that matter.”

Easton said he is not prepared to name the syndicate he suspects.

“There is some evidence, but not enough” to go to race officials, he said. “It would be awful if the Cup was won by a crew using these devices.”

From the Royal Thames Yacht Club, White Crusader was designed by Ian Howlett and was a traditional 12 metre design evolved from the DeSavery Lionhart ’83 boat of the previous Americas Cup event. However, White Crusader II was a radical design and designed by David Hollam. This second boat was used as a trial horse against White Crusader, but the team eventually decided to use the more conventional designed boat. Tank testing was carried out at Southampton University and HMS Haslar. The deadline for acceptance of challenges was 1 April 1986 and Admiral Sir Ian Easton wrote his own personal cheque for $16,000 as an entry fee deposit. Harold Cudmore acted as skipper-tactician and starting helmsman who then handed over the helm to Chris Law for the remainder of each races. Both boats were originally named simply Crusader One and Two but the “White” part of their names were added when millionaire Graham Walker (Of White Horse whiskey fame) gave heavy sponsorship to the British challengers at the last minute before the event started so the “White” was added to their names.

To my chagrin, after beholding her in her bikini, she would not let me in the water with her, for in the water this Danish…

devoured two men who were putting the make on her while she was swimming. When we left the Monte Rio beach I noticed a empty towel and a portable radio playing “She was a gypsy woman.”

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The Californian


“I see you are quite left-leaning. Please do not, in your urban world, be too hard on cattle producers, or, red-neck women. We are human too.”

Of all the bullshit lines I have heard in my life, this one by ballirena Rena Victoria Easton, will go down in infamy, for it is Twainish, Hartish, and thus, forgivable. It is a literary masterpiece, the epitone of the cultural warfare that has ravaged our Freedom Land. This war of words brought the Evangelical Cause to back Trump, who declared The Media the ‘Enemy of the People’ and brought this to light, this lewd suggestion from my competition. Did I tell you I am a newspaper man?

“Milo Yiannopoulos lost his keynote speaking slot at the Conservative Political Action Conference after tapes surfaced of the right wing provocateur and senior Breitbart editor advocating for sexual relationships between “younger boys and older men.”

Mark Twain hung around with Jessie Fremont who was the patron of Bret Harte, whom she got a job at the San Francisco Mint, where he – a Freemason – coined the term….


Both authors penned words for the  ‘Californian’ an early newspaper, which is the title of the Television Series I will be hawking in my next post, because, I found something material that I want, that I must have, besides the Love of Rena, who will be a star of this series. Here are Twain’s contributions to the Californian.

Rena did not give her phone number in he infamous letter, and I forgot to include mine, in my infamous letter. Otherwise, I might have got an angry call – during the witching hour – from La Belle Ballerina, demanding I erase all I have written about my Muse, and, will I please burn the image of her she gave me, or, The Montana Nazi Cattle Producers, will call on me – wearing sheets!

Movie Producers have long wondered if there will be a sequel to ‘Birth of a Nation’, and ‘Gone With The Wind’. When I got that call from Deputy Sheriff, Dan Mayland, that broke my heart, he assured me that Rena was not attacking this blog, Royal Rosamond Press. They were just trying to scare the B-Jesus out of me – terrorize me – the future California Secessionist, who is out to make the President of the United States – look bad!

I was aching to ask Rena if she would send me copies of all her half-naked photos so I could render masterful works of art from them. I thought about running this idea past Deputy Dan, who may have filed a fake stalking report, because he is… of them! My people, my producers, will be contacting him.

“She was very adamant about you not getting the impression she is trying to censor you.”

“Fine. Just fine! But, in God’s name, would you ask her to send me all the naked photos she’s got? Do it for Art, man. Do it for Art!”

This telephone conversation is a Classic, because Dan was relaying ‘The Last Message’ of the beautiful woman I love, and will always love, because she had the most beautiful back I ever beheld on a human being. It was this respect for the First Amendment, that made me suspect Rena had fallen in with a bunch of Evangelical neo-Nazi End Timers who befriended her at the church I contacted in my effort to FIND HER…….again!

“In 2013, a dispute at a ski club in his hometown of Whitefish, Montana, drew public attention to Spencer and his political views.[32]

The National Policy Institute think tank,, and Radix Journal all use the same mailing address in Whitefish, Montana[33]

“In 2013, a dispute at a ski club ” How perfect is this? What drama. The camera comes in close for a shot of Rena dismounting a ski-chair. She takes off her goggles, and exposes the steel-gray eyes of a Aryan Killer, who is titled ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’ because she is the Black Widow of Montana. Many rich and powerful men have gone up the mountain with her, but, few have returned. Law Enforcement does nothing about it. All members of the snooping press are found in a back alley, beaten to a bloody pulp. This poem will open every episode.

“I see a lily on thy brow and a faded rose on thy cheek.” My mother, Rosemary, and her sister, Lilian, used to fight over who the actor, Errol Flynn, loved the most.

Last night I recalled looking at Rena’s bare back as we sat in the golden grass having our lunch. Below us was the sea, and, nearby grazed half a dozen sheep. I was drawn in to its perfect form. All of sudden, I realized I could not part with this back. I wanted it with me all my days. I let out some Soul Whimpering, then, suppressed a great heavy sob that caused Rena to turn, and ask with a scowl on her face;

“You’re not thinking of – OWNING ME – are you?”


Last night, I looked at the truth this was the first time I wanted to own another human being. Is this why people get married? Because my parents were hideous to one another, marriage was way down on the bottom of list of things I wanted to participate in. I began to get very stressed-out. This is when I discovered ambient Jungle Music soothed the savage breast of my childhood traumas, that perhaps this seventeen year old beauty could vanquish. But, she was dealing with a shit-load of evil she got from her parents, that eventually led her to join a church in Bozeman: And, no sooner did she mail off her wondrous Christmas Letter full of bright hope, then, THEY read the idea that I was the True Messiah, and the Jesus that millions of folks have fallen in love with, is a fake!

“REEEEEEEENA! Your ex-boyfriend is the Anti-Christ, who thinks you are his Spirit Guide.”

The Mormon remedy I put forth, as you listen to the soothing sound of  a waterfall, is, that Rena and I are transported back in time. We are  Native Americans, and, we are living like Adam and Eve in the wilderness in 10 B.C……….when four disciples of Jesus come upon us natural born heathens, and avert their eyes, for…..we are naked.

“Please, beautiful creatures. Don’t run away. We want to introduce you to our Master ‘King Jesus’! He’s right over there!”

POOF! All gone, my heresy! I didn’t know! I am innocent! I am just a dumb brute – in love! Hit is maestro!


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My grandmother and grandfather were Californians. I titled my first essay ‘A Family of Foundlings. When I found Rena, she had been in California two days. Most Californians come from other states. When Mary Magdalene Rosamond came to California from Iowa, I suspect she was seventeen. I suspect Dead Mary came to visit her granddaughters as the Blue Angel. She looked in on the old crone who watched over the four Presco children.

Mary married Royal Rosamond in Ventura by the sea where they met. They had four beautiful daughters who would have examined Rena, if they met her. They would be in awe, at the sight of both of us, for we are their parents……reunited! We are carrying on ‘Their California Dream’. Here they are on Anacapa Island with a group of writers. Royal wrote for ‘Out West’ magazine, and was a member of the Mark Twain Society. He wrote a series ‘Humor In the United States. He had to know Lummis, the greatest promoter of California – after Jessie Benton Fremont.

I believe what alarmed Rena and her Nazi-Christians, was the idea that she could listen to ‘The Birth of Venus’ and born the child we did not have – by candlelight! A Foundling Child, if you will. This had to be pure evil to the dumb-racist at heart.

Here is my grandson, Tyler Hunt. The real evil ones took him out of my life, and put hi in the arms of brutes, drunks, and con-artists, in order to replicate what happened to my daughter. Are you getting to see the BIG PICTURE here? Folks all over the world have been jealous of Californians, none more so than the Christian-right. But, what is truly extraordinary, is that Rena is jealous of me. She became jealous OF US soon after we met her. Because of her abuse as a child, Rena suffers for painful low self-esteem.

I think many who came to the Land of Sunshine, were looking for a life without self-doubt. Did Mark Twain and Robert Lewis Stevenson own a load of doubt. And, thus, they picked up a pen, a quill, and upon an empty piece of paper a Fairytale People’s were born.

The proof is in the pudding. Did that loud-mouthed pussy-grabbing misogynist monster carry the state of Montana, he soliciting howls and grunts from the Cattle Producers – who take pride in demonizing Hollywood Producers, cuz, they don’t make enough Eastwood pictures to please all ten million of them rugged souls. Chill Wills where are you?

Did Rena confess to her Rapture Ready Group, that she put on the most impressive bikini made, and walked down the Venice Boardwalk, then, across the sand – to the sea? She was puzzled why she was not turning more heads. What she did not know, the Natives know how to get a good look – without being noticed!

She swore to hate us Californians. She made a vow – that one of us is going to pay! We had seen her kind before, as they did the John Wayne side-winder swagger to a certain drug store in Hollywood. Oh yeah! They were talking about her animal magnetism and her Black Panther gate. They had a fresh contract at the ready. Then, she was gone, in an old beater, heading back to Oakland.

When our hands touched as we lay on my friend’s floor. And when an incredible wave of energy went thru us, Rena Victoria Easton, became a Californian. Then, there was our kiss, that lit up……….The Cathedral of the Souls!

Mary Magdalene Rosamond, and Irene Victoria Easton, are Teutonic Beauties. From them are born ancient legends, and our best stories. Come to Rose Mountain where awaken the Bohemian Kings. A Bohemian Foundling Child will form the base for a New Nation, that will go back to being pixilated…the old fashioned way!

Here’s my message to you, Rena – and you can go tell Deputy Dan – you and your fake cattle producers………better stop fucking with our California Unicorns!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2017

In 1892, Lummis published Some Strange Corners of Our Country, recounting some of the areas and sights he had discovered. Between 1893 and 1894, Lummis spent 10 months traveling in Peru with Bandelier.

After the men’s return, Lummis and Eva returned to Los Angeles with their year-old daughter, Turbese. Unemployed, Lummis landed the position of editor of a regional magazine, Land of Sunshine. The magazine was renamed Out West[9] in 1901. He published works by famous authors such as John Muir and Jack London. Over his 11 years as editor, Lummis also wrote more than 500 pieces for the magazine, as well as a popular monthly commentary called “In the Lion’s Den”.



My grandfather was a Newspaperman – of sorts! He sold 400 copies of The Oklahoman, and 200 copies of the Oklahoma Times, at his newspaper stand in Oklahoma City. He tutored young people in poetry and had plans to build a Poet’s retreat on the Buffalo River.The Ozark Historian, Otto Rayburn, was supportive of this.

It is the objective of my newspaper to restore the dream of these two men who published their own magazine. Rayburn published ‘Arcadian Life’, and Royal’s Gem Publishing, published ‘Bright Stories’. Royal also published one novel under ‘R.R. Rosamond Publishing’ founded in 1931 in Ventura where it was printed.

Above you see letters sent to Royal, and two books he published. Rosamond’s poems are here, along with photos of his daughters, and his friends who were writers, camping on Santa Cruz Island.

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

Milo Yiannopoulos lost his keynote speaking slot at the Conservative Political Action Conference after tapes surfaced of the right wing provocateur and senior Breitbart editor advocating for sexual relationships between “younger boys and older men.”

“Due to the revelation of an offensive video in the past 24 hours condoning pedophilia, the American Conservative Union has decided to rescind the invitation,” said Matt Schlapp, chairman of the group which sponsors CPAC, in a statement Monday afternoon. The group called Yiannopoulos to “further address these disturbing comments,” but defended its original decision to invite him as a nod to “the free speech issue on college campuses.”

Yiannopoulos, a senior editor at the conservative Breitbart News, is no stranger to controversy, but the CPAC’s recent embrace of the crusading anti-political correctness provocateur has been discomfiting to some conservatives. Yiannopoulos was banned from Twitter after stirring up online harassment of Ghostbuster star Leslie Jones. And a planned Yiannopoulos event at the University of California, Berkeley was recently canceled when protests against him turned violent. The incident prompted Trump to threaten Berkeley with a loss of federal funds.

He said that for the country to make such an invitation was to “abandon all its principles,” and suggested that the move came because the government was desperate to make trade deals.

“We didn’t do this for Kennedy, we didn’t do this for Truman, we didn’t do this for Reagan, but for this man … we say, ‘Please come and we will lay on everything, because we are so desperate for your company,'” he said. “I think this country is greater than that.”

The Californian (1860s newspaper)

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The Californian was a San Francisco literary newspaper published weekly from May 28, 1864 until February 1, 1868.[1]


The Californian was started in May 1864 by publishers P.J. Thomas, A.A. Stickney and John Collner.[1] Charles Henry “Inigo” Webb was the first editor, and Fitz Hugh Ludlow was one of the first contributors. Bret Harte was an editor, and Mark Twain was hired at a salary of $50 per month. Harte contributed articles as well, and the periodical jumped to the fore among its competitors in the San Francisco Bay Area including the Golden Era.[2][3]

The paper was published in the “imperial size”, an industry term. It measured 22 inches across and thirty inches high with easy to read pages that ran three columns across.[4] According to Ben Tarnoff, “Readers expecting tales of honest miners, or lyrical tributes to California’s landscape, would be disappointed. Like Harte himself, the Californian took pleasure in puncturing cliches. It could be populist or aristocratic, radical or conservative–but always contrarian.”[4]

The publication featured poetry and condensed novels by Harte—these poked fun at the literary styling of authors such as Charles Dickens, Mary Elizabeth Braddon and James Fenimore Cooper.[4] Twain also contributed his condensed novels Whereas and Lucretia Smith’s Soldier. Several other San Franciscan poets contributed including Harte, Charles Warren Stoddard and Ina Coolbrith.[4]

After a period of rest at Lake Tahoe, Webb resumed editing duties in November 1864. He continued in this role until April 1865.[1]

Twain submitted “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” which was published in December 1865 (it had been originally published in the Saturday Press).[4] This story and others were later published in a book of the same title.[5][6] Webb had become both owner and editor of The Californian. By 1866, however, Webb disassociated from the publication and returned to the East Coast after his irreverent tone and burlesque style which frequently targeted California life and Californians did not endear him to his audience.[7] Writer and poet James F. Bowman then served as de facto editor.

Ambrose Bierce‘s first contribution to The Californian was in September 1867, a poem entitled “The Basilica”. He followed with his first non-fiction essay, “Female Suffrage”, in December.[8]

Charles Warren Stoddard was brought on board late in the life of The Californian. Stoddard expected to write articles, but instead kept the books and mailed subscriptions. Stoddard and Bierce became good friends.[9] In 1867, Stoddard wrote a book of poetry entitled Poems. Bowman wrote a grandiose review of Stoddard’s work in The Californian, then turned around and savaged both Stoddard and his earlier review, writing anonymously in the de Young paper Dramatic Chronicle.[9]

The paper was initially located at 728 Montgomery Street in San Francisco but by April 1865 was moved to an alley off of Montgomery Street.[4]

Branding Royal Rosamond Press

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Below is an article on how to brand your company or non-profit organization. This is made extremely easier if your kindred owned businesses with your company’s name. This morning I purchased a business card, and other items whereupon is the name


My grandfather was a Newspaperman – of sorts! He sold 400 copies of The Oklahoman, and 200 copies of the Oklahoma Times, at his newspaper stand in Oklahoma City. He tutored young people in poetry and had plans to build a Poet’s retreat on the Buffalo River.The Ozark Historian, Otto Rayburn, was supportive of this.

It is the objective of my newspaper to restore the dream of these two men who published their own magazine. Rayburn published ‘Arcadian Life’, and Royal’s Gem Publishing, published ‘Bright Stories’. Royal also published one novel under ‘R.R. Rosamond Publishing’ founded in 1931 in Ventura where it was published.

If any respectable gentleman or company owns, or is seeking to own a resort on the Buffalo River, and is seeking a name with great branding, let me know. I see;


Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Copyright 2014

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Otto Ernest Rayburn (1891-1960)

Otto Ernest Rayburn was a writer, magazine publisher, and collector of Arkansas and Ozark lore. Vance Randolph, in his introduction to Rayburn’s autobiography, Forty Years in the Ozarks (1957), defined Rayburn as a “dedicated regionalist” and added, “There is no denying that, in the period between 1925 and 1950, Rayburn did more to arouse popular interest in Ozark folklore than all of the professors put together.”

Otto Rayburn was born on May 6, 1891, in Hacklebarney settlement, Davis County, Iowa, to William Grant Rayburn, a farmer, and Sarah Jane Turpin Rayburn. The family soon moved to Woodson County, Kansas, where Rayburn grew up. In 1909-1910, he attended Marionville College in Marionville, Missouri. In the spring of 1917, Rayburn bought forty acres near Reeds Spring, Missouri. In June, he enlisted in the U.S. Army and served in France. He was discharged at Camp Funston, Kansas, in May 1919. For the next few years, he taught in Kansas and Arkansas schools.

In 1924, he became school superintendent for the Kingston Community Project of the Board of Missions of the Presbyterian Church. He regarded the six years he spent at Kingston (Madison County) as one of the most important epochs of his life. On September 26, 1925, Rayburn married Lutie Beatrice Day of Hopkins County, Texas, and brought her back to Kingston. They had two children. He was attracted to Kingston by its isolation, “a community that has a splendid highway in but no road out.”

In Kingston, he published his first magazine, Ozark Life: The Mirror of the Ozarks, beginning in June 1925, edited jointly with James T. (Ted) Richmond. The sixteen-page paper struck the tone that continued in virtually every periodical Rayburn ever undertook from then on, a tone that the late twentieth century calls boosterism or hype. Kingston is “Nature’s Beauty Shop,” and the King’s River valley is “one of the fairest dimples in the face of the smiling Ozarks.” He also wrote a column, “Ozark Folkways,” for the Sunday Arkansas Gazette for eight years beginning in 1927, as well as the column “Ozark News Nuggets” in the Sunday Tulsa Tribune.

Rayburn and Richmond sold the magazine in 1931. The same year, in Eminence, Missouri, Rayburn started The Arcadian, sometimes known as The Arcadian Magazine, with the subtitle, “A Journal of the Well-Flavored Earth.” Rayburn wrote much of the material himself, but he also published poetry, fiction, and commentary by other writers. The Arcadian Magazine ceased publication in mid-1932. Rayburn enrolled at East Texas State Teachers College in Commerce, Texas, and published another magazine, Arcadian Life, subtitled, “A Journal of Ozarkian Lore and Pastoral Living,” at Sulphur Springs (Washington County) and Commerce, Texas, from 1933 to 1936. During the summer of 1936, Rayburn received his World War I soldier’s bonus. He returned to Arkansas and discovered Caddo Gap (Montgomery County), a village in the Ouachita Mountains. He taught in the Caddo Gap school and had a writers’ workshop at the Shadow Haven Tourist Courts, owned by Ida Sublette Cobb, a poet and the mother of promin!
ent Republican politician Osro Cobb.

In 1940, Rayburn was commissioned by Duell, Sloan, and Pearce to write the American Folkways Series book on the Ozarks. Ozark Country came out in December 1941. His most successful extended piece, it went through four printings. In 1941, after Ozark Country was finished, he moved to the Rural Dale School in Saline County and in 1943 started another magazine, Ozark Guide. In 1945, he retired from teaching and moved to Eureka Springs (Carroll County), where he opened Rayburn’s Book House. In Eureka Springs, he gave guided tours, sold real estate, and managed the annual folk festival, in addition to publishing Ozark Guide. He published The Eureka Springs Story in 1954 and his autobiography in 1957.

Rayburn died on October 30, 1960, in Fayetteville (Washington County) after a short illness. An Arkansas Gazette editorial called to him a “Champion of the Ozarks” and noted that “His Ozark Folk Encyclopedia, a monumental collection. already has served useful purpose and will continue to do so.”

My uncle Vincent Rice became my art patron when I was sixteen. I had given him a seascape I had done, that he had framed and proudly hung over his mantle. Later, he would save a painting I did when I was thirteen, and frame it. I worked at Vinnie’s warehouse one summer, and he gave me his car, the 1957 Ford Fairlane in the photo above.

Vincent married Roy Reuben Rosamond’s oldest daughter, June. They had no children, and tried to make the Presco children their surrogate children, with little success. Vincent did his best to help us, he letting us live on the house on Glendon, for little, or, no rent. When he died, he left a good chunk of money to my siblings and I, and our cousin. I immediately made plans to acquire a scanner and new computer so I could publish historic letters and photographs on the internet.

Above are two photos that were on file at the University of Arkansas that I sent for. They appeared in the Otto Rayburn collection. Otto also was a good friend of my grandfather. Otto was a good friend of the artist, Thomas Hart Benton, the cousin of Garth Benton, who married Christine, Rosamond Presco, and born, Drew Benton. The Hand of Fate is at work here. Above are two letters from Rayburn that I will donate to the UofA. In 1998 I donated Rosamond’s ‘At Martha Healey’s Grave’ a small book I republished under my registered newspaper, Royal Rosamond Press Co.

The `Back to the Earth Movement’ was not invented by Hippie. In the 1930s many Americans were seeking a return to the Arcadian lifestyle
that was disappearing fast. My grandfather, Royal Rosamond, was at the vanguard of that movement, he leaving his beautiful wife and
four daughters to go live in the Ozarks where he was born where he would write four novels about the Billy Boys. He was good friends of
Otto Rayburn who bid him to find Californian poets who would contribute to his Magazine `Arcadian Life’.

The log cabin on the cover of this issue was built by Royal on his forty acres in Arkansas where he established a fishing retreat for
poets. Royal played the fiddle and collected quilts. He taught poetry in his attic studio in Oklahoma City where he died estranged
from his daughters. His wife, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, thought her husband quite the irresponsible Fool, and bid Royal not to come
home, she more capable then he of raising their children. One can say my grandfather dropped out of society. Five years ago I located
his unmarked grave and put a marker there. He was son of two roses, Rosamond, and Ida Louisiana Rose.

Lillian told me of the time she and her father went the dunes in Ventura where lived a colony of people in humble shacks. I am
wondering if this is not a splinter group of “The Dunites” that made a colony of Seekers in Oceana near San Louis Obispo. Royal called these people “his people” and visited them frequently. There was a Scotsman who played the fiddle for Lillian.

Professor Ernest Wood was a Theosophist working at the Theosophical Society in Madras, to whom Baba gave an explanation as to what he
meant by spirituality. Lillian said women from the Theosophical society befriended her mother Mary, and she thinks they contributed
to her independent nature.

It is important to understand we did not invent the core aspects of Hippiedom, so that we can establish a legitimate history that will
carry forth our best attributes. It is my plan to restructure the Family Creative Unity so it may last many lifetimes, and be enjoyed by all members of our family.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011

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I Found Her


I was going to title this blog ‘Camping With Rena Easton’ but, then started composing about what a great camper she was. Why? Why was she so great? The answer is…..I found her, in a doorway, near the Venice Pier, at 2:30 A.M. For the next fifty days she went everywhere I go, slept where I slept, and ate what I ate. We lay down on floors, in a backyard, in a tent. We both had nowhere to stay. We were rarely apart. She would not let me in the water with her. I still wonder why.

When she glided out of that doorway, I suppressed a gasp. She took my breath away. It was impossible to look at her. I had to look away to gain my composure. Now she asks;

“Can I walk with you?”

To this day, this is the most profound question ever sent my way. I suppress the urge to say “What?” in order to stall or time. Feeling weak in the knees, I look up at her. She is tall, a inch shorter than me, but, she has me completely dominated. I take her in, and my heart skips several beats. Rena is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking the earth. Her eyes are locked on me, boring into my being, waiting for my answer.

“You’re half cat, half woman. Aren’t you?”

“Yes! But, what does that have to do with my question?’

Jon Presco

Copyright 2017

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We Will Soar At Black Point

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Those with Free Spirits, who know how to be released, and soar, come to Black Point and Fort Mason. Here we will make a stand for Arts and Culture. Here the Nation of California will be born. The epicenter is here. We will put on a lightshow. They will see our light in the sky, and in the bay, playing with whales and dolphins. They will marvel.

Jessie Benton Fremont held a salon at Black Point. Mark Twain was a frequent guest. Rena gave me permission to install her in ‘The Muse Hall of Fame’. If not for the painting I did of Rena, Christine would never have married Garth Benton. I am the official Benton Historian. There is not other.

I just read Carrie Fisher predicted her own death, as did Mark Twain, and, allegedly my sister. Carrie was hired to do a screenplay about Christine. Debbie died the next day.

Join us!

Jon ‘Master of the Rose’


Blunt said, Fisher also had a scary premonition.

“She put a cardboard cutout of herself as Leia outside my room, with her date of birth and date of death on her forehead,” he told the Times. “I’m trying to remember what the date was, because it was around now — and I remember thinking it was too soon.”

JOELY: I’ve been having an out-of-body experience. The world lost Carrie and Debbie, of course, but– and– and Princess Leia and we lost our hero. We lost– our mirror.”

Our members are to hear much about this Cathedral of the Soul in the near future, and at present I wish merely to announce its name and present to you a brief picture of what it is. This cathedral is that great holy of holies and Cosmic sanctum maintained by the beams of thought waves of thousands of our most advanced members, who have been prepared and trained to direct these beams of thought at certain periods of the day and the week toward one central point, and there becomes a manifest power, a creative force, a health giving and peace giving nucleus far removed from the material trials and problems, limitations and destructive elements of the earth plane.

While men have been busy planning, building, and directing great spires and towers of earthly cathedrals that would reach high into the heavens and become the material abiding place for those in devotion and meditation, we have been creating this cathedral of prayer and illumination, Cosmic joy, and peace high above every material plane and ascent into the Cosmic itself.”


Mark Twain

Twain’s landing place was San Francisco. As Ben Tarnoff explains in his deftly written, wholly absorbing “The Bohemians: Mark Twain and the San Francisco Writers Who Reinvented American Literature,” the city was an ideal crucible for an ambitious young writer on the make. It prospered during the Civil War and had a literate population that craved a new kind of writing. Important patrons such as Jessie Benton Fremont and Thomas Starr King nurtured the nascent talents of Charles Warren Stoddard, Ina Coolbrith, and most prominently Harte, a disciplined dandy and a brilliant mentor and editor who founded The Californian, a literary paper where Stoddard published his first poem and Twain refined his style in the fall of 1864.

Jesse Benton Fremont

by Susan Saperstein

She is thought to be the real author behind the successful writings of John C. Fremont (general, senator, presidential candidate, and the Pathfinder of the West) describing his explorations. Jesse Benton Fremont (1824– 1902), Fremont’s wife, was also the daughter of Missouri Senator Thomas Hart Benton, a leading advocate of Manifest Destiny, a political movement pushing expansion to the West. And in her event-filled life, some of her happiest times were at her house in San Francisco’s Black Point area, now known as Fort Mason.

The Fremonts lived there between 1860 and 1861. The prop- erty included three sides of the point, and Jesse described it “like being on the bow of a ship.” They had a clear view of the Golden Gate, so named by John when he first viewed it in 1846. Alcatraz was so close that Jesse is said to have called the lighthouse on the island her nightlight.

The Spanish called the area Point San Jose and built a battery in 1797. However, cold winds and fog soon made the cannons useless. By the time the Mexicans were ruling in the 1820s, the area was known as Black Point for the dark vegetation on the land.

Their house was one of six on the point. Jesse remodeled the house and added roses, fuchsias, and walkways on the 13 acres. Their home became a salon for San Francisco intellectuals. Thomas Starr King, the newly appointed minister of the Unitarian church, was a fixture for dinner and tea. Young Bret Harte, whose writing Jesse admired, became a Sunday dinner regular, as did photographer Carleton Watkins. She invited literary celebrities when they came to townó including Herman Melville, who was trying to get over the failure of Moby Dick. Conversations in her salon led to early conservation efforts when Jesse and a group including Watkins, Starr King, Fredrick Law Olmsted, and Israel Ward Raymond lobbied Congress and President Lincoln to preserve Yosemite and Mariposa Big Trees. Jesse’s husband, however, often away on business ventures, was not a regular at her gatherings.

Jessie Benton Fremont at Blackpoint

Historical Essay

by Jo Medrano

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Mrs. General Fremont on porch at Black Point, 1863.

Photo: San Francisco History Center, SF Public Library


Mrs. General Fremont on her porch at Black Point, c. 1863.

Photo: Jesse Brown Cook collection, online archive of California


Black Point (now Fort Mason), 1870. Spring Valley Water Co. brought water through the flume that skirts the cliffs. Small farms run down to the shore. Alcatraz is in the distance.

Photo: Private Collection, San Francisco, CA

John C. Fremont bought a farm for his wife Jessie on the north edge of San Francisco, on a small rocky peninsula then known as Blackpoint, about 1860. At the time of purchase, they were living in Bear Valley in the Sierras. In Bear Valley Jessie Fremont developed physical problems due to the intense heat. She wrote that a buried egg would cook in just a few minutes. One account states that it was 106 degrees at sunset–not an uncommon temperature that year. So we can probably imagine her delight when John C. came back from a business trip to San Francisco in 1861, and told her they were moving to the city. Blackpoint was a self-sustaining farm, and Jessie’s favorite home. She had relatives living with her, as well as visits from other relatives in addition to local and national celebrities.


Spring Valley Water Company flume is visible at right; Small farms on the hill above c. 1870

Photo: Private Collection, San Francisco, CA

As a matter of fact, a influential San Franciscan, I.W. Raymond, visited the Fremonts in Bear Valley and traveled with them to see the place that wasn’t yet named Yosemite. He was a key person in the 1864 action of President Lincoln which made Yosemite a protected place.

Black Point is described in “Jesse Fremont: A woman who made history” as “a small headland jutting out into the channel entrance of the harbor, in fact directly opposite the Golden Gate, affording an unbroken view westward to the Pacific and eastward toward the mountains of Contra Costa.” Jessie said she “loved this sea home so much that I had joy even in the tolling of the fogbell”. It was here she planned and built her “sunset beach.”

The federal government took over Black Point soon after Jessie and John Fremont went back east to be involved in the civil war. John fought for compensation for the expropriated house and land until the day he died.

When Thomas Starr King first walked to the pulpit of the San Francisco Unitarian Church in 1860, the eyes of the congregation turned to this small, frail man. Many asked, “Could this youthful person with his beardless, boyish face be the celebrated preacher from Boston?”

King laughed. “Though I weigh only 120 pounds,” he said, “when I’m mad, I weigh a ton.”

That fiery passion would be King’s stock in trade during his years in California, from 1860 to 1864. Abraham Lincoln said he believed the Rev. Thomas Starr King was the person most responsible for keeping California in the Union during the early days of the Civil War.

King’s reputation as a noted orator had led the San Francisco congregation to ask him to come west, with little hope he would agree. During his 11 years as minister of Boston’s Hollis Street Unitarian Church, King increased the congregation to five times its original size and pulled the church out of bankruptcy. Ralph Waldo Emerson, noted essayist and poet, said after hearing one of King’s sermons, “That is preaching!” Churches in Chicago and Brooklyn sought King as their minister, but this popular Boston pastor rejected them. San Francisco, he decided, offered the greatest challenge.

California in Crisis

California was headed into a crisis. At hand was a showdown between the free states of the Union and the slave states. California’s governor and most members of the state legislature were sympathetic to the Confederacy. The only effective voice against slavery, Sen. David C. Broderick, had been killed in a duel the year before.

The San Francisco congregation’s initial disappointment about King’s slender, boyish appearance soon gave way to wonder, then delight at his rich, golden voice. Not only did King establish his reputation as an orator and preacher that first Sunday in San Francisco, but the news soon spread statewide, attracting worshipers from Stockton and Sacramento.

Less than a month after King arrived in California, the Republican National Convention met in Chicago and nominated Abraham Lincoln as its presidential candidate. In the following election, Lincoln carried California by only 711 votes.

Southern states soon abandoned the Union. The crucial question on the minds of many Americans was: Would California join them and deliver the state’s immense natural resources into the hands of Confederate President Jefferson Davis? Support for secession was strong in southern California, where the Confederate flag had flown over Los Angeles’s main plaza on the Fourth of July.

At that time the U.S. Congress was so convinced of a secessionist plot that it required Easterners to secure passports for travel to California. Justifying Congress’ fears was a secret paramilitary California secessionist organization of about 16,000 members, called the Knights of the Golden Circle.

On George Washington’s birthday in 1861, King fired an opening salvo in support of his country. He spoke for two hours to over a thousand people about how they should remember Washington by preserving the Union.

Pledging California

“I pitched into Secession, Concession and (John C.) Calhoun (former U.S. vice president), right and left, and made the Southerners applaud,” King recalled. “I pledged California to a Northern Republic and to a flag that should have no treacherous threads of cotton in its warp, and the audience came down in thunder. At the close it was announced that I would repeat it the next night, and they gave me three rounds of cheers.”

Speaking up and down the state, King visited rugged mining camps and said he never knew the exhilaration of public oratory until he faced a front row of men armed with Bowie knives and revolvers. His friend, Edward Everett Hale, who made a similar contribution to saving the Union through his moving story, “The Man Without a Country,” said, “Starr King was an orator no one could silence and no one could answer.”

King covered his pulpit with an American flag and ended all his sermons with “God bless the president of the United States and all who serve with him the cause of a common country.” At one mass rally in San Francisco, 40,000 turned out to hear him speak. A group of Americans living in Victoria, B.C., sent him $1,000 for his work to preserve the Union. King was beginning to turn the tide.

In 1861, he threw himself into the gubernatorial campaign of his parishioner, Leland Stanford. King and author Bret Harte often accompanied Stanford on speaking tours. Stanford won an overwhelming victory and King sighed with relief.

“What a privilege it is to be an American!” he said. “What a year to live in! Worth all other times ever known in our history or any other!”

A New Front

The battle to keep California in the Union won, King now turned to the needs of its soldiers. The Union Army lacked provisions and medical personnel. Much of its food was rotting because of spoiled goods sold to the Army by war profiteers. Soldiers lacked sheets and blankets, and disease took a greater toll than Confederate bullets.

In response, the Rev. H.W. Bellows of New York organized the U.S. Sanitary Commission, a forerunner of the American Red Cross. Starr King immediately pitched in to help. Out of $4.8 million the commission raised throughout the U.S., King raised $1.25 million in California. About $200,000 came from San Francisco, a figure all the more impressive because of a series of natural disasters in the state, including a massive flood that turned the Sacramento-San Joaquín Valley into a vast lake and a drought that wiped out the wheat crop.

Now King found himself raising funds for flood and drought relief. He also carved out time to work for the rights of San Francisco’s African Americans and Chinese.

“We know,” said Edward Everett Hale of King, “that here is a heart as large as the world, so that you can not make it understand that it should hold back from any service to be rendered to any human being.”

Because of King’s success in patriotic and charitable causes, powerful friends encouraged him to run for the U.S. Senate. But he refused, saying he feared it would lead to political compromise and impair his ability to speak forthrightly. “I would rather,” he said, “swim to Australia.”

Relaxation and joy came from exploring California’s wilderness. He was among the first 100 Euro-Americans to visit Lake Tahoe. To him, the blue lake and green pines seemed in harmony with the deepest religion of the Bible.

Yosemite Valley and its giant trees gave him special delight. Back in New England he enjoyed exploring the White Hills of New Hampshire and wrote a book about them, “The White Hills—Their Legend, Landscape and Poetry.”

On entering California’s great valley, he said, “The Ninth Symphony (by Beethoven) is the Yosemite of music! Great is granite and the Yosemite is its prophet!” He climbed above the falls, attracted by a dome of granite towering 13,600 feet over the valley. Today it bears his name, Mt. Starr King.

San Francisco Church

Despite his many commitments in California, King always put his church first. When he arrived in San Francisco in 1860, the congregation struggled with a $30,000 debt. Within the first year, King managed to raise the funds to pay it off. Now he turned his attention to an expanding congregation in a too-small church. In October 1862, he set an $80,000 fundraising goal. By December of that year, the cornerstone of a new church was laid. In January 1864, King and his congregation celebrated the completion of the new building at 133 Geary street, adjacent to present-day Union Square. (The congregation eventually relocated its church again in 1889 to the corner of Franklin and Starr King streets in San Francisco, where the First Unitarian Universalist Society church stands today.)

His congregation now prosperous, the Union Army driving to victory and the Sanitary Commission on solid footing, King decided to take a much-needed sabbatical. He planned to rest, travel and write a book about the Sierras.

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Dancing In The Catherdral of Souls



When I heard from a schoolmate Rena was a dancer living in the Isle of Wight, there appeared  a rainbow that I traversed to where she was. In the coming months I saw us being married in the Cathedral of the Souls, to Enya’s song. I would enter, turn, and hold out my hand, and she entered. This became a meditation. I was told by a seer that I go to this cathedral every night where I have a reserved seat at a great oval table. Behind me is a hooded figure. This is saying, I am the Grandmaster. I was also told people come into my being, and, take!

When people learn I am a hippie, a artist, a poet, a spiritualist, they say to themselves;

“That’s what I am. I took LSD, too. I should have these things. I deserve fame and fortune, and not Jon. Jon is a garbage can for my bad experiences. He is a taker and parasite. How did he end up with the beautiful woman – meant for me!”

To read this, filled me with joy! Here is the California Kid, meeting his Nebraska Cowgirl. She has looked at this blog. She danced for the Royal Ballet!

“I see you are quite left-leaning. Please do not, in your urban world, be too hard on cattle producers, or, red-neck women. We are human too.”

Only if you agree to not be so hard on yourself! I have always feared the beauty of the Black Swan, the protectors of Cattle Ranchers everywhere!

I was a Rosicrucian at sixteen, without being aware I was such. My grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, was befriended by them. Anyhow, I do not have anymore time to argue with people who get near me. At times, I will speak directly to you from the Cathedral. I will give you what you need. I will give you rest in the Sanctuary.

Atop our mountain we went to see the sunset on the side of grassy hill. I would make a seat for Rena, and she would get in. We traveled like this until the Milky Way appear. We never took drugs. What I am offering to those, who can take it, is not bought at Target, or on Amazon. It is not a AP or an attainment. The real wolves are at the door. We are going where they can not go. Hold on!

Jon Presco

“The Cathedral of the Soul shall be your Cathedral and mine, and the dwelling place of the great masters of the past and future.”



By The Imperator
[H. Spencer Lewis]
[From The Rosicrucian Digest January 1930]

IT SEEMS fitting that in the issue of this magazine for the beginning of the year 1930 and at practically the twenty-first year of our Rosicrucian activities in America under the present cycle, I should have the opportunity to announce the existence of a new and beautiful star in the Cosmic, which will hereafter be known as the Cathedral of the Soul.

Fourteen years ago, the first foundation stones of this invisible immaterial yet not intangible cathedral were laid by me with due ceremony and reverential consideration for the part I might be taking in a work that seemed to be Cosmically directed and divinely decreed. Having prayerfully received and considered the instructions for this great work for seven years, it was my joy to bring the inspiration into some form of earthly manifestation and thus fourteen years ago, the plan that was decreed seven years previously became a living Cosmic reality.

Our members are to hear much about this Cathedral of the Soul in the near future, and at present I wish merely to announce its name and present to you a brief picture of what it is. This cathedral is that great holy of holies and Cosmic sanctum maintained by the beams of thought waves of thousands of our most advanced members, who have been prepared and trained to direct these beams of thought at certain periods of the day and the week toward one central point, and there becomes a manifest power, a creative force, a health giving and peace giving nucleus far removed from the material trials and problems, limitations and destructive elements of the earth plane.

While men have been busy planning, building, and directing great spires and towers of earthly cathedrals that would reach high into the heavens and become the material abiding place for those in devotion and meditation, we have been creating this cathedral of prayer and illumination, Cosmic joy, and peace high above every material plane and ascent into the Cosmic itself.

In this cathedral there will be the music of the spheres and the chimes of Cosmic rhythm, there will come from its spire the call to worship at various hours of the day and week throughout the years to come, and our prepared and advanced members will reach this cathedral with their thoughts and their soul consciousness and dwell therein and carry on the great work of bidding others welcome, touching them with the hand of fellowship and the heart of sympathetic understanding. From its high altar will go forth the illuminating words of Cosmic inspiration and divine illumination. Into this great cathedral we will call those who are seeking for the first portal of the Cosmic Assembly. Hereafter, it will be our ambition and our pleasure to direct the sincere and the devout, the worthy and the needy to this great cathedral. The story of what it is and what it means will be issued in a beautiful booklet to aid those who are starting on the path with their gaze turning upward, away from the desire for knowledge of a material nature, and seeking the more glorious life giving, soul inspiring illumination of the Cosmic hosts.

The Cathedral of the Soul shall be your Cathedral and mine, and the dwelling place of the great masters of the past and future.

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Creation Dawn

Rosamond Press


My semi-autobiographical novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ begins at the Golden West Saloon in downtown Oakland where Bill gets drunk and passes out. He comes to standing mid-span on the Golden Gate bridge looking at the setting sun. There is a ceremony about dropping the bomb on Hiroshima. This novel is about the Guilt Code we all carry. The premise of this story stems from the old hippie saying;

“Don’t lay your guilt-trip on me!”

Today, the President of the United States put a wreath on a small pyramid at the Hiroshima monument.  A week ago I anointed a veiled women my Spirit Guide and Last Muse from the Other Side. I thought I had a month before she brought me to the core of my story. We have arrived. Her name is Gertrude Farquharson Boyle-Kanno, a renowned sculptress who married  Takeshi Kanno, a famous poet who performed his ‘Creation Dawn’…

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