I have told people who were close to me, that my family did not tell me my mother was dying, and I missed saying goodbye to her by eighteen hours. I also told these people I was not told my father had died. I found out three years later by a kindred doing our genealogy. It took me seven years to find out where Rosemary Rosamond was buried. Here is her grave, located in a military cemetery in San Francisco. My mother served in the Waves up in Seattle, spying on the Russians. She shared some secrets, and gave her older children warnings about the Cold War. This Rose of the World, was brilliant. She did hear me say I might have two children, just before she died. She would be amazed at the history I have uncovered. She would have gone into shock if she had seen the Stuttmeister tombs. She would have felt vindicated, she convinced she had married the wrong man, made a terrible choice. How could she have been so stupid! How could she be completely diceived? Soon, most of America will be asking this question.
What is so beautiful about ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ is the choices Christine has to make because she chose to be an artist – a singer of Opera’s with painted backdrops. She comes to believe she is being guided by HER MUSE, that soon appears to her as a DEMON.
I studied the responce of my comrades to the news about the lost graves of the two people who born me, and, there is no visible response. I have long wondered why. Today, I know the answer. They are glad I am DISQUALIED. They know there is fame and fortune, close by, lurking in the wings. They know, as Rosemary knew, I was Christine Rosamond’s Muse. I was her teacher. I never blocked her. She took up art when she was twenty-four after seeing the large canvas of my muse, Rena Easton. That the author of the Wikipedia entry on Christine, did not get my name right, tells me that after I day, all memory of me will be erased. My two siblings, Vicki and Mark Presco, have been seeing to that. They have been UN-BORNING me. They are not creative. Here is Mark’s racist and misogynist rant that I will try to get to Stephen Bannon. Why?
Vicki formed a partnership with her father THE ABUSER, and our sister who had a rose in her name. I will be telling my story from our mother’s point of view. Rosemary knew I was Christine’s Phantom of the Opera, and, so did Christine. She also knows she made the biggest mistake a mother can make………..Rosemary played favorites! This is the wicked secret all those faux authors are dancing around. This truth killed Rosemary. Why?
I was the only family artist since I was twelve. When Christine became world famous, our Rosy mother owned ALL the bragging rights, at my exclusion, that – lives on!
I am raising the Spirit of Rosemary from her grave so I can take her on a tour. First stop – Berlin!
Stephen Bannon has been dancing around his attic with his white-power voo-doo doll since he was a little jack-off. Here comes the real thing. Bannon will choke on it. Racist cowards can’t take the truth. this is why this fuzzy greenish troll hides behind a Master Liar. Americans have come to equate being a good liar, with making big money! This is the definition of Satan.
[Phantom] ( All I Ask Of You Reprise)
I gave you my music, made your song take wing.
And now, how you’ve repaid me, denied me and betrayed me.
He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing.
[Raoul & Christine]
Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me, each night, each morning…
You will curse the day you did not do!
All that the Phantom asked of you!
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My Brother the Misogynist and Racist
Posted on September 11, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
This was posted the day before the Krysta post. I am considering saying this, which I did later; “One advantage black folks have over white folks, they don’t have to be tolerant of their racist brethren.” I got that wrong. When Trump is President, he will rejoice when the social safety net is taken away.
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My mother was in the WAVES.