My Spiritual Work With Women

“This also resulted in a wound which was constantly fresh, and therefore I always used to keep a colored handkerchief tied around my forehead.”

In 1970 I loved two very beautiful women, Rena and Christine. Christine stored and broadcast hundreds of images of beautiful women who went all over the world. Rena has stored thousands of poems in mind and recites them every day. This came about because of my contact with the Lord when I died. I saw the jewels of heaven adorning my sisters. Heaven is just a kiss away, for me, and, everyone I have contact with. Most are not aware of this.

Chris Wandel and Marilyn Reed are aware that I am in touch with the divine. Christine and Marilyn are grateful for the work I have done with them, they both being abused as children. I have known Marilyn for fifty two years, and Chris for forty-eight years. Surely a abusive stalker does not have such bonds. Rena should have investigated me by reading more of my blog that she did.

When I came back to life I saw a photo of Meher Baba on the wall of the 13th. street house. I stared at it intently and concluded he suffered like I had suffered. When I was about two I used to sit facing a wall beating my head against the wall in silence. When Rosemary would come in, I would start crying. Only when she left, would I stop. This became Rosemary’s favorite story about me, how one day she had it, got on top of me, took my head and beat my head on the floor, saying;

“You want to beat your head on the floor. I’ll beat your head! How’s this feel?”

My three siblings heard this story – many times! When Christine saw the movie ‘Mommy Dearest’ it morphed into the Hanger in Closet, gag, a lie invented to make Christine feel more special than me -now that she became a famous artist – not me!

After being kissed on the forehead by Meher Baba spent much time in a cave hitting his head against a cave wall.

Above is a photo of Dottie Witherspoon and I taken in 1971. Dottie took the photo of me up a tree with a cat. The Witherspoons are the famous Rednecks in American – and the world! To read Rena’s lecture to me about Rednecks was a cosmic joke.
I was not done with my spiritual work with Rena.

I have known Chris Wandel since 1967, and Marilyn since 1962. We are very close. We converse frequently. This should tell Rena I am not out to harm her. If she had doubts, she should have called me and I would have had her talk to them.

Rena talks about wrestling with her fear while in Starbucks, sitting by herself. I have never felt more pity and love for any human being. Rena told me she only feels comfortable talking to boys. One morning she let herself out of her beautiful cage when she talked with Jeffery, who was schizophrenic. There is a elvish being in her that inspired my story ‘Elfine’.

Meher Baba had contact with Hollywood stars. My kindred, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor worked with AIDS victims. Any Warhol rendered images of Liz.

In the photo below you can just make out the scar on my forehead.

Jon Presco

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2011/09/12/saving-dottie-witherspoon/

I then felt drawn to walk to the nearby temple of Khandoba in which Maharaj (Shri Upasni Maharaj) was staying in seclusion. He had been living on water there under Sai Baba’s direct guidance for over three years. At that time Maharaj was reduced almost to a skeleton due to his fast on water. He was also naked and surrounded by filth.

When I came near enough to him, Maharaj greeted me, so to speak, with a stone which he threw at me with great force. It struck me on my forehead exactly where Babajan had kissed me, hitting with such force that it drew blood. The mark of that injury is still on my forehead. But that blow from Maharaj was the stroke of dnyan (Marefat of Haqiqat, or divine knowledge).

Figuratively, Maharaj had started to rouse me from “sound sleep”. But in sound sleep man is unconscious, while I, being superconscious, was wide awake in sound sleep. With that stroke, Maharaj had begun to help me return to ordinary consciousness of the realm of illusion.

That was the beginning of my present infinite suffering in illusion which I experience simultaneously with my infinite bliss in reality. But it took me seven years of acute struggle under Maharaj’s active guidance to return completely to, and become established in, normal human consciousness of the illusion of duality, while yet experiencing continuously my superconsciousness.

The more normally conscious I became, the more acute my suffering grew. For years therefore I continued to knock my head frequently on stones. That was how I eventually lost all my teeth, for through the constant knocking they became prematurely loose. This also resulted in a wound which was constantly fresh, and therefore I always used to keep a colored handkerchief tied around my forehead.