June 2013

I love Aries women. I have Aries rising. For years I wanted to see a statue of Liberty looking out the Golden Gate – again. There is a plan to turn Treasure Island into a organic community. Spans and Hands across the water. A golden ball of fire sets into the sea. Jon http://www.cheemahproject.org/ https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/04/07/aries-woman-libra-man/…

John Fremont had a bodyguard of forty Mountain Men and five Delaware Indians. John’s father-in-law, Senator Benton, was in the back pocket of John Jacob Astor who sold his holdings in the Northwest when it looked like the British army would invade in 1812, which they did. The Benton family did business with the Boone…

When I die there will be no first-hand account of these times and events that changed the world. Bohemianism is here to stay and needs to be understood and defined. Above is the shoe factory I and a hundred artists lived in just outside Boston that burned down. That is me up a tree with…

On the my last day in Vancouver I heard there is a plan to tear down the last freeway in that city. Here is a video of the Hippie Museum that shows some Hippie fashions: http://www.boreme.com/posting.php?id=17961 Here is another blog of mine where I honor Boho fashion. https://bohemianworlddesign.wordpress.com/ Here is the statue Pacifica being blown-up…

Went down a road and didn’t see the “No Trespassing” sign. Ran into a “I own the land, got a gun, and will shoot you!” kind of guy. I was wearing a hat with a propeller on top. I smiled, because I am an endangered species who soars high like an eagle. Jon It’s a…

In this prophetic post on June 11, I turn myself into a art-piece. I am an exhibit in the Portland Museum. I would later go to the Portland Historic society nearby and discover my blue Ford truck. There is no doubt in my mind I can see the future. My Muse takes me there. She…

On the train home from Vancouver British Columbian, I told a beautiful woman from Bristol England; “I am a living museum!” http://www.museumofvancouver.ca/exhibitions/exhibit/1960s-1970s-you-say-you-want-revolution This declaration occurred just after we pulled out of the Amtrak station and after we crossed a river with three bridges. Tracy had sat down next to me at the small table in…

Here is a photo of my grandson, Tyler Hunt, at Vicki Presco’s home. Vicki married Jim Dundon, the brother of Michael, and was surnamed Dundon. Vicki’s son, Shamus Dundon, is helping Tyler put together a car I bought him. Vicki’s grandsons, Alex and Sean, are kin to Tyler, my grandson. Kasandra Dundon was present. That…

When Michael arose Saturday morning I told him about the ray of sunlight that came into our campground before any other camp. I had told Thane the evening before that the Axe Hrothmund will be empowered by the rays of the rising sun. I went to the Dundan camp and brought it back to the…

Magic lies under the surface of Creation. When one sets out to make magic, this magic comes to the surface. Being an artist, poet, and writer, I am a dowser for magic. I look for magic where it appears it does not exist. Most of the time……I find it. “Seek, and thou shall find.” Clever…