Bruce had put some rag-headed Sheik Dudes on the wall of Wanda’s basement. They had Durka knives in the waist-wrap. These were Bruce’s teachers. He was off to see one on a jet, when he got busted. Now, Bruce is Doctor Gold Bar who claims he owns the Midas Touch. He repeats the word “gold” many times in this sexy video.
Pot does not lead one to your Teacher or Nirvana, anymore. It renders you a Golden Pimp who turns sexy babes out on the street to sell stock. But, who really wants to fuck Mr. Gold Bar who is selling Hot Medical Sex? You don’t fuck your stock. You sell it! Sell! Sell! Sell! Whoopee!
Bruce is a Florida Jew, and brags this is why he was born to sell. Alas, he has a respectable profession. He’s a Jewish Medical Marijuana Doctor who has bonded with Nurse Schuman, another Jew that plays on the name Shaman. This is not even a cosmic joke. It’s fraud. Its taking something that does not belong to you, something that was once free-spirited, capturing it, and using it to enrich yourself, after it has been converted, and rebranded! What once was BR – the Bohemian Ranch, is now GBR – ‘Gold Bar’s Bohemian Ranch’.
In GOLD is the mame GOD-L.
Doctor Gold Bar is the Ant-Bohemian. He has placed a price-tag on your Bliss. He has marked your forehead with invisible ink. Just blow some good weed on your brow, and how many shares you own, magically appears.
If you own a low number of stocks, such as 666, you only get a hand-job. If you own 10,000 shares, you get an invited to the Cannabis Club where you get anally penetrated by a gold monkey on a gold chain. This healing will bring you gobs of Good Luck, the other commodity Doctor Gold Bar sells.
This is the same kind of shit that surfaced just after my sister was dragged into the sea by a “rogue wave”. No sooner is she plucked out of the water by rescue personnel, then here they come with their cans of gold paint. They put their vile Bling Bling all over my sister – and our Muse!
No sooner did Bruce Baby leave Wanda’s Safe House in the Oakland Hills, then he is down in the flatlands pretending he’s got the mojo, got heap good Bling Bling!
Embarassing! This is the un-coolest dude ever born.
My niece, Shannon Rosamond, told me it was Sande Green who invited Christine to stay at the house at Rocky Point. Sande’s un-named husband would fly his private jet to Monterey on occasions. Did they rent the house at Rocky Point when they were in town, or, were they frequent guests of the owner?
In Snyder’s biography, Sande says Christine was intimidated by her husband’s wealth. Sande also tells how she got Christine drunk and up in the air paragliding over the Gulf. She says she was trying to overcome Christine’s fear of the water.
While my mother and I stood together outside the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel, a well-dressed man approached, paid his respects to Rosemary, and, gave me a dirty look without shaking my hand.
“Did you see the look he just gave you?” my mother asks.
“How could I miss it.” I replied.
“He’s a very wealthy and powerful man.” Rosemary told me.
I would wonder if he owned Rocky Point, and had power over my family, and saw me as a threat. Was this Sande Green’s husband? After seeing a photo of Alan C. Fox, this guy was not Fox.
When I and my friend arrived for the funeral, Michael pointed out an extremely beautiful blonde getting out of a limousine. Snyder met Sande and went gaga. Below are e-mails wherein I demand Shamus tell me the name of the owner of that house. He refused! Did Sande try to get Garth and Christine to mend their union?
Did you notice Snyder used the word “brisk”. This means it was cold. Why isn’t Christine wearing her down jacket the one she went fishing in? Surely having lived on the coast for years, she knew it would be “brisk” in March. The Ides of March had come and gone, but, it was still the season of prophecy.
What I mean by this, is, Vicki and Snyder are saying Christine did not die due to a plain ol accident (and thus no one is to blame) but died because this is how the Art God (or Goddess) makes artists – immortal. My sister is dead via an act of the Art Goddess. Who would dare demean this divine idea by wanting mere facts? Was this why that rich dude gave me a hard look? Was that – The Art God? If so, then Rosamond is to blame because she wanted to be famous – an immortal in the Art World. You got to pay the Piper!
When people with tons of money get in trouble, the first thing they do is call their Attorney. Why?
When poor people with no mney get in trouble, they might try consulting their Tarot Card Reader. Snyder interviewed Khara Bromily, whose husband conducted the services at Paul’s mortuary. The Death card came up for Christine! What else do you got to know! Case closed!
“Was there any indication to Khara in her vision, or the cards themselves, of death or impending doom? Did Christine have any concerns in that regard?
“My work is about health and foregiviness and self-worth. A death pronouncement can work against all that. But, if you are asking is a Death card came up, then the answer is yes?’”
Reminds me of Dragnet, or, an Art Movie.
As for Christine not having anything to record about herself, Sandra Faulkner was helping Christine with her 250 page autobiogrpahy that disapeared. Sandra quit the project? Vicki Presco showed me this biogrpahy she took from the estate a week after Christne was dead. Carrie Fisher (my kindred) wrote a screenplay.
“On occasion, Christine speaks for herself – these passages are included and italicized – from scattered pages of autobiographical notes, a few brief interviews, unfinished letters, and personal meanderings. These passages are all more striking for being so sparce. For Chrsitne was not a journal keeper so much as one who reached for clarity of mind by writing. The bulk of her comments, however, consists of scattered thoughts and the ideation of a woman
who was not well at the time she wrote them down.”
Snyder has a seance up in Khara’s room where they hear waves break in the distance. It must have been………The Season of the Witch? Khara is not sick, but owns well ideas. Snyder lies about Christine never accepting an invite from a patron. Sande flew Christine down to the Gulf. She spent the night at the Getty mansion. This lie is made to show how Christine broke one cardinal rule after another – thus she deserved what she got! It was in the cards! What an alibi! Now, if she plunged to her death while paragliding that day, then, other witches might have had to be summoned, and more folks with money, hidden from view.
Snyder says my sister was “feeling buoyant”. Was there some kind ot test being conducted out at Rocky Point? Was Christine – a witch?
Some professional has got to talk to Sandra Faulkner!
http://www.sandrafaulkner.com/
Jon Presco
Copyright 2013
“We were almost there when an ambulance passed us, going the other way. We both realized it was carrying Christine. My mind flashed back
over the last few months and years, and all the anguish for Nina and Drew and me, even for Christine. I was crying, and I turned to Nina — this is what I am ashamed of — and I said, ‘we’re free. And Drew issaved.”
On page 152 of ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ by Tom Snyder, he records his interview with Sande Green.”Christine and I met while I was still
with my husband.” Sande says, “who had a mural painted by Garth Benton, together with someRosamond originals. But one of our favorite
places to go – my husband had a private jet that could take us anywhere in the world – was the Monterey Peninsula. We’d fly in whenever we wanted, a limousine would pick us up, and we’d hang out for a few days.
On a trip to Pebble Beach in 1991, my husband mentioned some friends with a new gallery in Carmel, and it would be nice to visit with them. When the four of us met in the lobby, I was struck by two things about Christine: she smiled easily, and she was very quiet. That didn’t suprise because my husband’s wealth could be very intimidating.”
Can you please explain what brisk weather exactly means in detail and how and when to use it in a sentence? Jul 24 2009 20:28:03REPLYMr Wordy:It means cool (or cold), and often windy too. It suggests that the weather is invigorating — encouraging exercise, for example.
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