William Morris had become a guide in the new direction I was mapping to change my life. I lived in an old shack in the Oakland hills where my father stored some of his belongings. I took the old Victorian radio he loved and began to paint Pre-Raphaelite figures on it. My plan was to do this with other furniture and make a living. In a year I will rescue Rena on Venice Beach. https://rosamondpress.com/2011/12/22/babas-castle/
Some say I look like Gandalf. Does Gandolph of Brimside look like Gandalf? Mr. Tolkien took Gandolph away from Mr. Morris a Founding Father of the Pre-Raphaelites. In 1969 I declared myself a New Pre-Raphaelite. I was looking for a spiritual vehicle. According to a Seer I saw in 1987, I died after falling on beautiful rocks by the sea. In back of me is the painting I did of the Angel I saw giving the world back to me in the form of a hollow glass float.
Several years ago I declared war on the new Roman slave masters in the red state South who took over the abolitionist party founded by my kindred. Recently, a Dark Lord of Murder appeared on the World Wide Web, and declared war on Rome.
“Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, the self-proclaimed leader of the ‘Islamic State’ stretching across Iraq and Syria, has vowed to lead the conquest of Rome as…
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