Rose of the World Foundling

Above are e-mails I exchanged with Tyler Hunt’s grandmother who helped raise him for four years of his life. Heather lived with her mother who helped pay the rent and the bills. In the one letter, Patrice says I threw her and her two sons out of my home because I was afraid Randall Delpiano’s Sicilian family would murder me. There is a town called Piano Lupo in Sicily which may be the home for the Delpaino family. Having taken the Mafia to court in Boston in 1971, I was not afraid of the Delpainos.

What I was afraid of, that one of my bad-ass friends would hurt Randy, because one of them offered to because he was menacing me in front of my abode – with a baseball bat!

The truth is, Patrice went outside to talk to him, and he wanted to have a personal chat with his wife in their apartment a hundred yards down the street. Patrice was gone two hours. When she came back to my place, there was a glow about her – and she looked freshly showered. My intuition was, she just had farewell sex. How many of my readers have had – one more sex act for the road! Farewell fucks – are hot!

I was in the kitchen cooking for the boys, and their mother, when I interrupted Patrice’s afterglow with this question;

“Are you considering going back with Randy?”
“I haven’t made up my mind!” Patrice answered.

I walked back to my pot on the stove, and was stirring this answer around in my mind. What had transpired in the last two hours that would make this mother consider putting her sons in harms way. You could hear the suspense they were in, they now at their mother’s mercy – who never considered that once Randy got his wife back, his bad-ass family would want revenge, anyway! Did Randy refresh his Sicilian threat – after sex and a smoke?

Risking ones life to save a four and seven year old from physical abuse, was now rendered meaningless, because Patrice had bonded with her abuser. I walked out of the kitchen and told Patrice;

“The time for you to make up your mind has expired. I want you out of my apartment!”

In this letter is the archetypal excuse that my daughter throw in my face every time I question her motives, and catch her in lie. It is the Form Excuse that is now being applied to my grandson who is accused by his mother of peeing on the back seat of that rental car that I believe was driven to Oatman. Heather told me they had not taken that car when I called, she on the road to Oatman. I told her I do not buy the lie that she was driving around in town when Tyler had to pee.

“Why didn’t you just pull over in the desert, or, go into a store?”

Consider Bill Cornwell saying I would lose my daughter and grandson because I got “tired”. Not quite a Sicilian threat, more like the Godfather choking on a orange peel while playing with his grandson.

And, that is that the end of my relationship with my offspring – over a urination accident! I survived the Sicilian Death Threat, but not the giant urine stain – that could only be made by a adult who had topped off their tank with beer!

Then there is the threat from a big Scientology honcho who agreed to mediate the battle I was having with the owners of the Bankcroft House, who told me my daughter was required to take this special course because she got caught lying to her mother. In this letter Patrice says she was not a member of Scientology. However, no sooner had she found my dead sister on the web, she sent off a lettoer to the head of the Santa Rosa Mission, claiming she appeared as an agnel in the dream I had of my daughter. I never said Patrice was that angel. I spoke of the angel my two sisters saw when they were six and ten years of age who I believe was giving me lessons in my sleep, this according to my reading at the Berkeley Psychic institute.

In the Scientology letter, the focus in on Rosamond, my famous sister. Rosamond is at the epicenter of Patrice’s Miracle. When I told Patrice about my near-death experience the Seers saw, she asked me if I rand into her dead mother, the suicide. What I got from this question, was, her mentally ill mother was all well on yon hither side, and was orchestrating the real miracle, being I was just a disposable tube used to transfer Rosamond’s Talent over to the unborn Heather Delpiano! Consider Randy’s mental illness, he not able to stop imitating Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead – even after going to prison. I am positive our real Airy Fairy came up with all kinds of weird stuff as to why she was meant to go back with her husband – now that she was with Rosamond’s Niece.

Above is a photo of Mario a.k.a. tattoo Mike. I own a new window shade Mike once owned give to Marilyn by his brother. Marilyn’s husband, Kenny Reed was a good friend of Mike, who went after the enemies of Scitneofly, and then turned on them.
Charlie Mason was inspirited by the Scientology lessons he took. I was wondering if that big hancho was going to separate my daughter from me after I told her Scientology was using my daughter and her mother – like slaves!

Use magnifyer to see read the e-mails and letters.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

When he was a UCLA student 15 years ago, Mario Majorski was a committed enough Scientologist that he helped file a federal lawsuit against a professor who called the church a cult.
On Sunday, Majorski stormed the church’s Celebrity Centre in Hollywood with a sword in each hand. He was shot dead by a security guard who police say had every reason to fear for his life and the lives of hundreds of others gathered on the property.