“Now, go out and see the view and try to love Baba through nature. This is all due to my love. This whole creation, this nature, all the beauty you see, all came out of me.”
-Avatar Meher Baba at Meher Mount, 1956
Above are two chairs atop Sulfur Mountain at Meher Mount located in Ojai California. These chairs may constitute a church, a religion, something Meher Baba forbid to be established around his teaching. In the top photo you can see Santa Cruz, Santa Rosa, and Anacapa Islands on the horizon. Today, I wonder if I can see the beginning of The End from this front row seat. Surely the terrible culture wars have heated up. I am afraid.
“The people of the warring countries seem to be different from each other merely by virtue of having different bodies and minds; but from the point of view of their souls, all differences are not only secondary but false.”
http://modernhistoryproject.org/mhp?Article=Kulturkampf
“Meher Mount is a 172-acre universal spiritual center dedicated to Avatar Meher Baba. Visitors come to Meher Mount in Ojai, California, for pilgrimage, for celebrating Divine Love and Oneness, for loving God through nature, and for service.
Meher Mount sits at the 2,500-foot level atop Sulphur Mountain. It overlooks the beautiful Ojai Valley on the north, the Pacific Ocean and Channel Islands to southwest, and the Topa Topa Bluffs in the Los Padres National Forest to the northeast. Avatar Meher Baba sanctified the property when He visited Meher Mount on August 2, 1956.”
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/05/30/babas-tree-atop-sulphur-mountain/
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/08/26/return-to-the-dunes-and-moy-mell-2/
Last night I attended Springfield’s Second Friday Art Walk. I parked near the Chalk Garden of Heavenely Delghts, as I just name the cement square where I suspect messages are beibg received from a creative dimension in concordance with the work Stefan Eins has been doing in New York with his Fashion Moda. I walked out onto the cement landing pad, and there was no sign, no magic, there – there! There were puddles of rain water filled with dead leaves. We are in Fall. This is the time of dying. What’s to see? What’s to understand?
An hour and half later I am walking across the CGHD with two friends, when one looks back at me and says;
“We have to do something with this space………………..!”
Here is a calling from one artist to another. Again, I am blown away at the timing of the creative occurances that keep happening on The Slab. At dinner I told Carolyn about Stefan and Brooke McGowan, and Herman Heintz who I want to invite to come to the Scary Dairy on the campus of University of the Channel Islands who expressed a great interest in being the suppository of Royal and Mary Magdalene’s Legacy who camped on the Channel Islands. Their daughter, Rosemary Rosamond, was very close with the Lewis family who sold some of their land to the builders of Camarillo State Mental Hospital. I was susposed to hear from a higher-up yesterday, and did not. Had they google me and discovered I am not a neat litte Artsy Fartsy bundled up with a pink bow, and instead I am some sort of Mad Prophet egging the Kurds on te wipe out ISIS, which might come back and hurt the university who would wish to stary religiously neurtrla, whch might mean they only want to be associated with creative people – who are secular and agnostice.
Today, the President of France swore he will own vengeance agisnt ISIS for the wicked terrorist attacks upon his people that left over a hundred and twenty unarmed souls, dead. Earlier that day I celebrated with my Kurdishh friends on Facebook the vicotory of armed Kurdish Warrior over ISIS, some of them armed women.
In 1967, while living with the Loading Zone in a large Victorian near downtown Oakland, I saw a picture of Meher Baba someone had put on the wall. I studied this image, intently. I connected with him. I read about him, and adopted his core teaching, which is, Baba had come to unite all the religions, put them on one string like pearls, in order to stave off the madness that religious strife can bring to the world. To this work, I have been dedicated – almost in secret – lest it be spoiled in the telling, the sharing. As of yesterday, Baba’s work lie in ruin. How about my work? Was I chosen to carry on, follow in the Footsteps of the Avatar? I am no longer a follower of Baba. He led me to follow star.
After reading and studying the Bible for the first time in 1987, I had a dream . I was a old man with white hair. I was walking behind old and important Rabbis, to the Wailing Wall. We were following a great teacher. A week earlier I dreamt I was in the living room of a Arab Doctor in Hebron. His wife had just come home from the hospitcal after giving birth. There were importan Rabbis around her – and the child. The handsom Arab Doctor came into the living room and looked right at me. He was very confused. I was just a light in the corner.
The reason I was in this procession, was, I had come up with a theory in real time. The Jews were angry at King David for moving the Holy Tribal Sanctuary from Hebron to Jerusalem. Why did he do this, I asked. Then, it came to me…..ACCOUSTICS!
“The hills and valleys are used to perform the Great Jubilee, where every fifty years the ark of the covenant is brought out of the tabernacle, so the Children of God can see their Lord who sits on the ark that is His throne. What I heard, was singing. Their were two choirs, one on the Temple Mount, and the other on the Mount of Olives. They are perfoming The Song of Songs. There is a resonance, a vibration in the air. There appear a Great Light. This is The Shekinah that ten years ago I placed on Santa Cruz Island, for sake keeping, because of the terrorism and religious strife that swirl around the Mount. Three days ago, my Angel bid me to released the Shekinah.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shekhinah
Before I contrinue, let me say this, I am The Caretaker of several Creative Family Legacies that need to find a home, because, I am not going to love forever. Here they are;
THE BENTON FAMILY
THE ROSAMOND FAMILY (Which includes Liz Taylor)
THE STACKPOLE FAMILY
THE MILLER FAMILY
THE DE BOURMONT FAMILY
THE WESTON FAMILY
When I saw the work of Herman Nitsch, right away I saw him doing his Art Theatre at the Scary Dairy.
Simon Zalkind, the curator of the Denver Museum of Contemporary Art, compares Herman’s theatre to “Happenings” and the events put on by “The Prankster”. When I heard Simon say this, I thought of my auguring the Kesey Mural, and the events of the surrounding Erin Sullivan and the Lost Springfield Creamery. As fate would have it, Stefan Eins and Brooke McGowan conversed with Herman at his show in New York.
Herman’s work reminds me of Zorthian. There is a crescendo coming, a masterpiece from the Creator……The Last Bohemia…..who wandered out of Egypt.
Jon Presco
“When truly understood, all conflicts and wars are seen to be a part of the divine game; they are thus a result of the Divine Will which finds expression in the world of manifestation, through the help of maya or the cosmic power which creates and sustains the illusory world of duality. The purpose served by maya in the divine game is twofold: First, it can be instrumental in entrapping the soul in the mazes of illusion, and second it can also be instrumental in freeing the soul from the clutches of spiritual ignorance and bondage. Maya should not be ignored; it must be handled with detachment and understanding. Wars are the working of maya; they would be spiritually disastrous or otherwise, according to whether they are inspired by attachment or detachment for the creations of maya.
From the spiritual point of view of the last and the only Truth, all souls are, in their essence, fundamentally one. War cannot create any real cleavage or division between the people who are fighting with each other. The people of the warring countries seem to be different from each other merely by virtue of having different bodies and minds; but from the point of view of their souls, all differences are not only secondary but false. The spiritual unity of all souls remains inviolable in spite of all wars; and from the point of view of ultimate reality, it remains true that no soul is really at war with any other soul. There is a war in different ideologies; and this war of ideologies extends to and involves not only the minds but also the bodies of the people; but the undivided and indivisible soul remains one in its unimpeachable and integral unity.”
Meher Baba
http://www.kcet.org/arts/artbound/counties/los-angeles/zorthian-ranch-altadena.html
https://rosamondpress.com/2014/07/09/folk-festival-at-zorthian-ranch-2/
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/09/01/recovering-the-lost-magical-mural/
http://www.kcet.org/arts/artbound/counties/los-angeles/zorthian-ranch-altadena.html
Play this song by Peter Townsend who is a Baba Lover.
Pacifica was a statue created by Ralph Stackpole for the 1939–1940 Golden Gate International Exposition held on Treasure Island in the San Francisco Bay. Stackpole’s largest sculpture, it towered 81 feet (25 m) over the entrance to the Cavalcade of the Golden West in the Court of Pacifica. The Court of Pacifica was dedicated to the heroic explorers of Pacific Ocean territories. Pacifica was the theme statue for the exposition, representing world peace, neighborliness, and the power of a unified Pacific coast.[1][2][3]
Ralph Stackpole was a friend of George Sterling and stayed with him and the artists and poets that gathered at Lake Temescal in Oakland. Ralph befriended Diego and Freda Rivera the famous muralist and artist. Ralph helped design the Paramount theatre and a giant statue for Golden Gate Exposition, a goddess named Pacifica.
Peter Stackpole was a staff photographer for LIFE magazine and spent much time in Hollywood shooting the stars, among them, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Peter stayed on Errol Flynn’s boat and was privy to his exploits. My grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, chased Errol from her home at dawn when he and a friend came serenading.
Michael was a good friend of Jim Morrison and the poet, Michael McClure, who he met at the Californian College of Arts and Crafts. Michael wanted to be a sculptor.
When the powers that be got rid of the Mudflat sculptures, and put an end to artists rendering more of them, Fascism took root in the Bay Area – and America. The END WAR message had to go. It was anti-Christian. because Everyone knows Jesus loved war, especially the war in Vietnam.
On Halloween night 1990 I was flipping channels and came upon Pat Robertson who was angry at the Statue of Liberty which he claimed was goddess worship in disguise. Pat said she was in costume, and was not bringing American citizens Freedom, but Satanic worship. Pat bid his followers to write their Senators and Congressman and demand Lady Liberty be torn down. On 911, Osama Bin Ladin brought down the Trade Towers because he claimed sexy goddess worship was born here, and spread through all of Islam in order to tempt and corrupt pubescent teenagers. It has been suggested Lady Liberty was a target of these religious terrorists who claim they are normal believers, bringing back a normal way of living.
For twenty four years I have been at war with the Christian-right. Many of my liberal friends think I am just expressing my radical atheistic beliefs – because I was a hippie! When I tell them I am a devout Nazarite and a orthodox Jew, then, they wonder if I am mentally ill. This is because they choose not to “know thy enemy” as well as they should. They believe they know what is norma,l and where the point of that compass is put. For most of their lives they have skirted organized religion, and taken their place upon the agnostic pedestals where they think they are safe. After telling them they are deluded and stupid, they began to skirt me, avoid me, because they like feeling normal, like feeling they are on neutral ground. This is just how the radical Christian-right wants them to feel, so they will turn on the real radical liberal element, and wipe them out.
I keep telling my Jewish friend, Mark Gall, that what the Nazi propaganda machine did to the Jews, the Christian-right has done to the Hippie Movement. His comeback is, Christianity is good for society in that it tends to those bearded men who live under bridges and drink alcohol. I inform Mark these folks are not hippies, but homeless people who can not afford haircuts, many of them veterans suffering from PTSD.
https://archive.org/details/Mudflat
When you take away the unfunded and free mudflat sculptures, two structure stand out, the Bay, and Golden Gate bridges. Peter Stackpole photographed the building of the Bay Bridge. His father sculpted the goddess Pacifica for the San Francisco World Fair. Ralph helped erect Coit Tower, and got his friend, Diego Rivera, to do murals for this famous landmark. Ralph’s decorated the Paramount theatre in Oakland. After the fair was over, naval ships used Pacific for target practice. Rockefeller destroyed murals.
Here is what I suggest. I bid every creative soul in America to walk out of those ticky-tacky art groups, and join the Artistic Socialist Party – and extend creative hands across the water – to Socialist France. Let the French socialist leaders know, we are ready for a new Statue of Liberty that will be placed on Treasure Island. I want to see her standing there, just beyond the Golden Gate, she thumbing her nose ad the Pat Robertson and his ilk! And every hour on the hour, she lets out a loud raspberry, then, her arms is raised by clever mechanics, then, her middle finger is extended. If we poets and artists do not do this, then we will soon conclude that it is feasible folks will be raptured before the End Days, and thank god for the Mormons and their baptizing of the dead. Mormons and Evangelicals are not normal, and are not Christians. They have successfully given the illusion they are – with the help of billionaires and capitalist bankers who see socialist bohemian artists – and hippies – as their bitter enemy. Why is that? Because we creative souls always find a way to be way more visible, then they, at next to no cost.
Religious fanatics will do anytbing to get attention! History has proven this. The VOTES of the Christian-right have been bought by billionaires and are being used to protect their castles from where they launch a legion of highly visible television commercials aimed at destroying their political enemies by shaming the shit out of them! This spells the end of our Democracy.
However, there is hope if you step back and take in the big picture. Thirty five million evangelical Republican voters, and their billionaire buddies, are all pointing AT ME, the last hippie, and saying;
“BE AFRAID – OF HIM! AND VOTE FOR BIG BROTHER JESUS!”
I might be the most demonized being in human hsitory – and I know my Bible more then the lot of them! I know why Jesus cursed the fig tree, and what he wrote in the dust. Do they?
In 1986 while visting Nancy at the Springfiled Creamery, she suggested I author the history of hippies because I could recall so much. I began my story ‘The Gideon Computer’ a year later. It is about the last hippie of the future who battles a shame-based American society that is ruled by shaming others, and finding them guilty of just about any old thing.
“Don’t lay your guilt-trip on me, man!”
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
Pacifica was a statue created by Ralph Stackpole for the 1939–1940 Golden Gate International Exposition held on Treasure Island in the San Francisco Bay. Stackpole’s largest sculpture, it towered 81 feet (25 m) over the entrance to the Cavalcade of the Golden West in the Court of Pacifica. The Court of Pacifica was dedicated to the heroic explorers of Pacific Ocean territories. Pacifica was the theme statue for the exposition, representing world peace, neighborliness, and the power of a unified Pacific coast.[1][2][3]
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