It is with deep love and respect that I cross this threshold. I am bid to speak of Kate Easton, the late daughter of Rena and Ian Easton. She was twenty years old when she died. Like Rena, she graduated from High School when she was seventeen.

I know there is not a day that goes by that Rena does not think of Kate, and wonder what wonders she would be performing, if, she was alive. When Christine and I lost our beloved Bill Arnold, we did not know how we could go on. Bill was brilliant. He had an I.Q. of 180. He was an Army Brat. His father was a Colonel in the Army and moved his family to many nations. I was Bill’s first friend he made out of the Military.

Bill was an artist, poet, and playwright. He was nineteen when his car was struck by a train in Utah. Christine did a painting called ‘The Crossing’. She puts herself on the tracks to show how a great part of her died when Bill died.

We are going to take a close look at my death, because I was suffering from ‘Survivors Guilt’ as the seer said. When you Creative Partner leaves the planet, one has trouble going to your empty canvas, to create, because your dear friend’s brush, is stilled. A beautiful competition, is at an end.

Bill and I owned one of those rare friendships, where two creative souls take an oath to see the world together as creative beings. There is going to be a wondrous competition going on. You are going to share each other’s Muse, and in many respects, you are each others Muse.

When I came home from Bill’s Funeral, and walked in the door, my mother started crying. She said this;

“Oh my son. I don’t know how you can go on living without your friend Bill.”

Bill’s spirit stayed with me for a long time. He go where I go. I longed to follow, have him once more show me his discoveries.

In 2010 I began a portrait of Rena from the only photograph I have of her. All of a sudden, Rena’s spirit came to visit me. She watched me make coffee in the morning, and when I walked to the movie theatre, she walked with me. This spirit was very vivid. I shed many tears. I called Marilyn and told her what was going on. I told my dear friend I think Rena is dead.

“I think she died in a car accident. I think her family was with her, and they are dead.”

When I died, I lost everything – especially my family. As I died, they came to me one at a time, and we said goodbye. However, there was a divine “Hello” I will never forget, for alas, in that place, we get to see who we really are, and we are beautiful beyond belief. The veil of illusion – is no more!

When I came back, I desperately wanted to tell my family what happened to me, and how I saw them. I was soon in hell when I encountered The Wall that did not allow me to lift their veil. They needed their veils, their, arguments, their duality that was their soap box, their engine, that drove their lives towards the brink. I became the Catcher in the Rye, and did all I could to save them.

Most of my friends and lovers are Aries. Kate was an Aries. One day two of my Aries friends were over for dinner. They started arguing amongst themselves about what T.V. show to watch. My Aries girlfriend got involved. All three were born on April 17th. I walked up to the T.V. and switched the channel without consulting the Committee of Fire & My Way!

“Excuse me, if this Libra becomes the Dictator for a change!”

Case closed. We all enjoyed my choice. Oh, I have Aries Rising!

I would have loved to have met Kate. She appears to have had an investigative mind. With a Stellon in Scorpio my astrologer said this to me;

“You have an unlimited imagination, with great detective skills. You would make a great detective because there is no rock you will not look under. Indeed, you will lift the ocean itself in order to get to the bottom of things.”

Kate left this world the year my sixteen year old daughter came into my world. What I am going to show you now, is how my Muse brought two creative families together to make an American Artistic dynasty. This would not have happened, if I had not approached an empty canvas and said;

“Rena Christensen. I am going to capture you!”

When I approached another empty canvas, the spirit of Rena came to stand beside me. No, not Rena.

In 1999 my investigation into how we are connected on a spiritual plane began in urnest. I recall saying this on one of my posts.

“1999. Here come the Magician with three Hermits to reveal the secrets of creation.”

I suspect Kate was a Magician. She was Rena’s Magical Daughter.

We must continue the Quest, own the Spiritual Courage to go where Kate now go. She is painting the stars of heaven for us so we may never lose our wonderment.

Jon Presco

“Paint The Sky With Stars”

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 placed 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 placed 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.