Tonight, over England, there will be a sign in the heaven.

One years ago I began to do a painting of my Muse, Rena Christiansen. I fell in love again with my beautiful unattainable woman. For a Knight of the Round Table, this is The Ideal. One can say the same for a Poet and an Artist.

Before I beheld Rena, I began to sketch her with a lead pencil at twelve. I had to get the hairline just right, how it fell over her high cheekbones. When she came out of that darkened doorway by the sea and asked if she could walk with me, I knew, she was the one. Not but two minutes earlier was I on Venice pier looking down on the waves as they came ashore, and asked;

“Where is she!”

To rescue a beautiful maiden in distress is the dream of all gallant knights. Rena let me rescue her. She let me care for her for fifty days on a mountain top, where each evening we went to our special place to behold the stars.

I was born October 8, 1946 just after susnet. There was an amazing starshower. These stars will be seen over England where Rena lives, if she is still alive. I asked for a sign so I could be with her again.

When my Astrologer began her five hour (recorded) reading of my chart, she began
with these words;
“Jon, I have never seen a chart like yours, never knew it was possible. It
begins where all charts in theory begin, on the exact cusp of Pisces and Aries..
For this reason I had to move up the time of your birth ten minutes, or in
theory, you were not born. As it is now, you barely escaped becoming a veritable
prisoner in this lifetime, that is, all the information you came here to share.”

Jon Presco

As many as 750 meteors an hour are expected to streak across the sky from dusk until about 10pm, according to NASA experts.
Space scientists are worried that the shower, known as the Draconids, could damage satellites by frying their electronics and sending them out of control.
The light show comes as Earth passes through a cloud of dust left behind by a comet called Giacobini-Zinner, with previous storms occurring in 1933 and 1946.
There were also high rates of meteors seen in 1985, 1998 and 2005, but unlike the Perseids shower in Summer the Draconids are not an annual event.
In most years the Earth misses the stream of comet debris and nothing is seen at all.
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Many of the meteors may be lost in the glare of a waxing Moon that is approaching its Full phase, but Britain is well placed to view the shower if skies are clear, unlike America where it will still be daylight when it happens.

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The conventions of the romancegenre: Gawain appears to fit neatly into the genre of the medieval romance, a French poetic form which had great influence in England beginning in the middle of the twelfth century. The romance has several characteristics: a celebration of warrior society, a setting amidst the feudal nobility, close attention to details of pageantry, and ­ most importantly ­ an emphasis on the chivalric concept of courtly love. This last idea hinged on the relationship between the ideal hero ­ the knight errant ­ and the noble woman he loves. However, in the aristocratic society of chivalry, the most supreme kind of courtly love was for an unattainable woman, often the queen of a knight’s lord. A knight’s love for this lady would inspire him to braver deeds, just as, in the traditional Arthurian material, Sir Lancelot was driven to great accomplishments by his love for Queen Guinevere Thus, in a larger sense, the code of chivalry focused on the protection of the weak and fair elements of society by the loyal, self-sacrificing knight. But it also included a knight’s fidelity to his court and king, and his respect for other warriors and the rules of combat.

Rena Christiansen: My Thalo Angel

When Christine Wandel fell in love with me I was doing a large painting of
McLure’s Beach where I died. There were stars in the sky and a crescent moon. I
was trying to show that heaven is here on earth, right under our noses, but,
only a few own the eyes to see, and the ears to hear the Song of Angels. I was
painting the sky with stars.
The large painting I did of Rena had her standing on a grassy hill after the sun
had set and the evening sky was a rainbow with stars coming out in the thalo
blue. There was a crescent moon cradling a star. Rena was wearing a thalo blue
cape the color of Carla Bruni’s sweater. I painted stars along the edge. For two
months I have been thinking of posting this photo, for the entity I saw was
wearing a thalo blue robe and had jet black hair filled with tiny stars like
diamonds.

I was born three minutes past sunset when the stars began to fall from the sky.
God painted the sky with stars when I was born, when I died, and when I was
reborn.
“Draconid activity occurs between October 6 and 10, with a peak on October 8 (if
it occurs at all). In 1933 and 1946, the shower produced brief but intense
meteor storms (more than 5,000 per hour);”
The best and bravest thing I have ever done, was say goodbye to Rena
Christiansen, and let her go, let her live her young life so she can know her
fate. I understand now that we wereto be married before we had intercourse. We
were destined to have a sacred marriage.
Last night, I fell asleep next to Rena. I conjured her energy, her scent, her
flesh lying next to me. I awoke two hours later in dread. I could not find her
in my dreams.
For months now I have noted and mentioned to a dear friend, my angel does not
talk to me anymore. Both my blogs are full of posts where I write about the
messages I recieve while asleep. I sobbed, and sobbed.
The liars who wrote my late sister’s biography testify to a rogue wave that came
ten thousand miles across the Pacific Ocean, like a tsunami, and take
Christine’s life the very second she predicts this was possible.
Rena Christiansen kissed her grandmother goodbye in Grand Island Nebraska, got
in her boyfreind’s car, drove to L.A. went to the beach, and after an ordeal,
ended up on the edge of the Pacific Ocean watching this lone figure walking her
way. There were stars in the sky.
Here is the place I died.
“My nomination for the most beautiful spot on earth.Click the thumbnail above to
see the full panorama.”
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Dear Rena, my Thalo Blue Angel, if you are here, on this planet, please let me
know. I must let you know who you are, to me. I want to marry you. I want to
stand under a cathedral of stars, and when this song is done, you are by my
side.

Rena and I spent six weeks together. We never listened to a radio, watched TV..
or went to a movie. We had no freinds. We had no electricity, and lived by
candlelight. But what we did every night on our mountain top, was watch the
sunset, and the gods paint the sky with stars. And then we went to be bed, and
in each other’s arms we dreamt a dream of long ago. And we go wherever the stars
took us that night.
Rena and I deserved each other. I believe, we, along with other beautiful souls,
helped bring the Kingdom of Heaven to Earth. We have no desire to change or
convert anyone, or heal the ugly and the jealous! If the jealous dark ones can
not respect the beauty they behold, then they deserve just what they get – hell
on earth! These monsters have got a mountain of attention hurting and denying
beauty. For what!!!!? My story will create a heavenly shield – and sword!

Suddenly before my eyes
Hues of indigo arise
With them how my spirit sighs
Paint the sky with stars
Only night will ever know
Why the heavens never show
All the dreams there are to know
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Night has brought to those who sleep
Only dreams they cannot keep
I have legends in the deep
Paint the sky with stars
Who has paced the midnight sky?
So a spirit has to fly
As the heavens seem so far
Now who will paint the midnight star?
Place a name upon the night
One to set your heart alight
And to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars.