Gideon Computer Has Come True

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My brother helped design the computer for the Space Shuttles and the X-15. His racist/misogynist blogs are the blueprint for Trump’s candiancy. Breitbart is a watered down decaf version of Mark Presco’s rants. When I asked him why he did not contribute to Tom Snyder’s lying biography of our famous sister, he said;

“I couldn’t think of anything nice to say about her.”

When alas Larry Sidle got back to me on facebook, he said this off the top;

“I loved Christine, and always will.”

Trying to capture my image, Larry clicked on “call” and we are looking at each other face-to-face on our computer screens. He is wearing a blue knit sailor’s cap. I see us sitting on the Santa Monica Pier watching our last sunset. We had been in isolation, but, now we are free, two lost souls Captured by the Gideon Computer Prison System. Larry is an ex-con who says what only Raphael said at her best friend’ funeral. Last week, my ex-brother-in-law set me free by giving testimony to the truth Mark Presco knew, but did not offer it to Tom Snyder, that I was Christine Rosamond’s Mentor.

If Mark read Snyder’s lies before they were offered up to the public, then he read the Rosamond’s draft of her autobiography that Vicki Presco showed me, and, was disappeared. Mark was controlling much information. He is not a writer or an artist. He is a neo-Nazi and says as much. Trump may be charged with aiding and abetting the enemy, launching Cyber-Warfare, and a second Cold War. Mark made war weapons for Hugh’s Aircraft, and had the same security clearance as the President.  Three minutes after I posted this, we had a power outage.

Snyder tried to lure my new-found sixteen year old daughter away from me because she was THE END of my autobiography ‘Capturing Beauty’. Trump denies he knew nothing about the Russian hacking before our national elections where the Voice of the People is heard by casting a vote. Mark told me he got to read the proof for ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ where members of his family are accused of looting Christine’s house the day of the funeral. This is a lie. Garth had his good friend lurking in the background making sure we did not take Rosamond’s stuff, or, so Vickie Presco told me when I caught him ease-dropping on our conversation. As usual, Rosemary and Lillian were vying for the limelight. There would be a tug-of-war with heads of Scientology over my daughter, which I lost. The adult Heir, Shannon Rosamond Sidle, is Larry’s only child.

Christine took the photo of me we see above in order to do my portrait. I was going to be her first male subjects. Her fans were asking questions. Was she a Lesbian. When Rosamond saw the electrical energy around me, she freaked. Chris tried to pay the debt she owed me several times. But, I had already received payment for being true to myself. Three Seers said I died in 1967 on the rocks by the sea. I beheld an entity sitting on a rock with one foot in the ocean. I saw a great Starship sitting on the horizon. I am a living computer. There is no way I can keep communicating on the mundane level. Trump is going to download a shitload of darkness on the whole planet. He is Mark’s ruler.

Larry recalled the ‘Idle Hands’ commune I lived in with Nancy, the Zorthian sisters, and Christine. He had come to San Francisco to see her. In 1986, Nancy bid me author the history of the Hippies because I could recall so much.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2016

“”Greg these are precious to me, you
have brought back so many memories an feelings that seemed lost .. but for in my heart… thank you so much… I always knew that you were Chris’s mentor … weather ya consciously tried to be or not. I remember her watching your every brush stroke with the fascination of a child watching a magic trick.. the painting of yours with the sky raining down burning rocks .. or watever .. comes to mind!.. I’ve had a cupla strokes… an lost my ability to speak for a while… and being able to communicate this way is a blessing.

The end of my life, or, my spiritual work, may be coming to an end. How about both?

Jon Presco

In 1986 I began my science fiction novel ‘The Gideon Computer’. My friend Nancy Hamren suggested I author the history of the hippies because I could recall so much. Instead, I wrote a story about the Last Hippie in the future who gets arrested for murder and thrown into the Gideon Institute that was designed just for him years before, because he is ‘The Artful Dodger’, the Bohemian who can not be pinned down. John McKaffe was called to testify about the Obamacare site. He is a fugitive from justice. I saw the future. It has arrived. I apologize for being Mr. Know-it-all, and I told-you so, but, we don’t live forever. I am downloading my knowledge for this reason – because there is a bad-ass virus in the works.

The Gideon Computer

In 1986 I took LSD for the last time, and began to write two Science Fiction novels. Berkeley Bill Bolagard was the Last Hippie – of the future! He dressed like Wild Bill Hickok. Monica was the love of his life, and considered the most beautiful woman in the world. Bill had lost her due to his foolishness. But she will come to him at the Gideon Institute, the first privately owned prison in the world.

Yesterday I talked with a friend about why google disapeared my huge blogs. They were like woven nets cast into the sea, and were catching many fish, for I owned a great brand name, an architypal theme. I was bigger then Disney!

Nine months ago I began reading my poems in public as Sergeant John Monday of the Cosmic Police Force.

Last night I listened to a woman on the T.V. speak fondly of Steve Job. She had a calm sexy voice, like the voice within the Gideon Computer that bid wayfarers;

“Talk to me, Pilgrim!”

This vice told me Jobs took LSD and lived on an Ashram.

Jon the Nazarite


Wild Bill Hickok

James Butler Hickok
May 27, 1837(1837-05-27)
Troy Grove, Illinois, US
August 2, 1876(1876-08-02)(aged 39)
Deadwood, Dakota Territory, US
Cause of death
Murdered by Jack McCall
Resting place
Mount Moriah Cemetery
Lawman, gunfighter, gambler

Gideon Computer Politics

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The end of my life, or, my spiritual work, may be coming to an end. How about both?

Jon Presco

In 1986 I began my science fiction novel ‘The Gideon Computer’. My friend Nancy Hamren suggested I author the history of the hippies because I could recall so much. Instead, I wrote a story about the Last Hippie in the future who gets arrested for murder and thrown into the Gideon Institute that was designed just for him years before, because he is ‘The Artful Dodger’, the Bohemian who can not be pinned down. John McKaffe was called to testify about the Obamacare site. He is a fugitive from justice. I saw the future. It has arrived. I apologize for being Mr. Know-it-all, and I told-you so, but, we don’t live forever. I am downloading my knowledge for this reason – because there is a bad-ass virus in the works.

With the rise of privately-owned prisons, incarceration has become big business in America. The private prison industry has quietly boomed over the last few years, with the federal private prison population more than doubling in the decade from 2000 to 2010. Today, the private prison population is more than 130,000, and private prisons hold some 17% of federal and 7% of state inmates . All of these bodies represent profit to the companies like Corrections Corporation of America (CCA) and GEO Group that own and operate these facilities; the two corporations, which have an essential duopoly on the industry, pocketed more than $3.3 billion in revenue last year.

James Butler Hickok(May 27, 1837 – August 2, 1876), better known as Wild Bill Hickok, was a figure in the American Old West. His skills as a gunfighter and scout, along with his reputation as a lawman, provided the basis for his fame, although some of his exploits are fictionalized.

Hickok came to the West as a stagecoachdriver, then became a lawman in the frontier territories of Kansas and Nebraska. He fought for the Union Army during the American Civil War, and gained publicity after the war as a scout, marksman, actor, and professional gambler. Between his law-enforcement duties and gambling, which easily overlapped, Hickok was involved in several notable shootouts. He was shot and killed while playing pokerin a Dakota Territorysaloon.

Hickok was born in Homer, Illinois (now Troy Grove, Illinois) on May 27, 1837. His birthplace is now the Wild Bill Hickok Memorial, a listed historic site under the supervision of the Illinois Historic Preservation Agency. Hickok was a good shot from a very young age and was recognized locally as an outstanding marksman with a pistol.[1]
In 1855, at age 18, Hickok moved to Kansas Territory following a fight with Charles Hudson, which resulted in both falling into a canal. Mistakenly thinking he had killed Hudson, Hickok fled and joined General Jim Lane’svigilante “Free State Army” (or Jayhawkers, also known as the “Red Legs”). While a Jayhawker, he met 12-year-old William Cody (later known as “Buffalo Bill”) who, despite his age, was a scout for the U.S. Army during the Utah War.[2]
Because of his “sweeping nose and protruding upper lip,” Hickok was called “Duck Bill.” In 1861, he grew a mustache following the McCanles incident, and began calling himself “Wild Bill.”[3][4]When later recounting his exploits to audiences, he claimed that his nickname until 1861 had been “Shanghai Bill”, a name given to him, he said, by The Red Legs (because of his height and slim build).[5]Although Hickok photographs seem to indicate he had dark hair, all contemporary descriptions confirm he was, in fact, golden blond (as reddish shades of hair appeared black in early photographic processes).[6]
Hickok used the name William Hickok from 1858 and William Haycock during the Civil War. Arrested as Haycock in 1865, he afterward resumed using his real name of James Hickok. Most newspapers continued to use the name William Haycock when referring to “Wild Bill” until 1869. Military records after 1865 used his correct name, although acknowledging he was also known as Haycock.[7][8]
[edit] Early career
In 1857, Hickok claimed a 160 acres (0.65 km2) homesteadtract in Johnson County, Kansas (in what is now Lenexa).[9]On March 22, 1858, he was elected as one of the first four constables of Monticello Township, Kansas. In 1859, he joined the Russell, Waddell, & Majors freight company, the foundation company of the Pony Express. The following year, he was badly injured by a bear while he was driving a freight team from Independence, Missouri to Santa Fe, Texas. According to Hickok’s own account, he found the road blocked by a Cinnamon bearand its two cubs. Dismounting, he approached the bear and fired a shot into its head, but the bullet ricocheted from its skull, infuriating it. The bear attacked, crushing Hickok with its body. Hickok managed to fire another shot, disabling a paw. The bear then grabbed his arm in its mouth, but Hickok was able to grab his knife and slash its throat, killing it. Badly injured with a crushed chest, shoulder and arm, Hickok was bedridden for four months before being sent to the Rock Creek Stationin Nebraska (built on land which the company had recently purchased from a local, David McCanles) to work as a stable hand while he recovered.[5]

1 Blow the trumpet; sound the alarm on Zion, God’s sacred hill. Tremble, people of Judah! The day of the LORD is coming soon.

2 It will be a dark and gloomy day, a black and cloudy day. The great army of locusts advances like darkness spreading over the mountains. There has never been anything like it, and there never will be again.

3 Like fire they eat up the plants. In front of them the land is like the Garden of Eden, but behind them it is a barren desert. Nothing escapes them.

4 They look like horses; they run like war-horses.

5 As they leap on the tops of the mountains, they rattle like chariots; they crackle like dry grass on fire. They are lined up like a great army ready for battle.

6 As they approach, everyone is terrified; every face turns pale.

7 They attack like warriors; they climb the walls like soldiers. They all keep marching straight ahead and do not change direction

8 or get in each other’s way. They swarm through defenses, and nothing can stop them.

9 They rush against the city; they run over the walls; they climb up the houses and go in through the windows like thieves.

10 The earth shakes as they advance; the sky trembles. The sun and the moon grow dark, and the stars no longer shine.

11 The LORD thunders commands to his army. The troops that obey him are many and mighty. How terrible is the day of the LORD! Who will survive it?

12 “But even now,” says the LORD, “repent sincerely and return to me with fasting and weeping and mourning.

13 Let your broken heart show your sorrow; tearing your clothes is not enough.” Come back to the LORD your God. He is kind and full of mercy; he is patient and keeps his promise; he is always ready to forgive and not punish.

14 Perhaps the LORD your God will change his mind and bless you with abundant crops. Then you can offer him grain and wine.

15 Blow the trumpet on Mount Zion; give orders for a fast and call an assembly!

16 Gather the people together; prepare them for a sacred meeting; bring the old people; gather the children and the babies too. Even newly married couples must leave their homes and come.

17 The priests, serving the LORD between the altar and the entrance of the Temple, must weep and pray: “Have pity on your people, LORD. Do not let other nations despise us and mock us by saying, ‘Where is your God?’ ”

18 Then the LORD showed concern for his land; he had mercy on his people.

19 He answered them: “Now I am going to give you grain and wine and olive oil, and you will be satisfied. Other nations will no longer despise you.

20 I will remove the locust army that came from the north and will drive some of them into the desert. Their front ranks will be driven into the Dead Sea, their rear ranks into the Mediterranean. Their dead bodies will stink. I will destroy them because of all they have done to you.

21 “Fields, don’t be afraid, but be joyful and glad because of all the LORD has done for you.

22 Animals, don’t be afraid. The pastures are green; the trees bear their fruit, and there are plenty of figs and grapes.

23 “Be glad, people of Zion, rejoice at what the LORD your God has done for you. He has given you the right amount of autumn rain; he has poured down the winter rain for you and the spring rain as before.

24 The threshing places will be full of grain; the pits beside the presses will overflow with wine and olive oil.

25 I will give you back what you lost in the years when swarms of locusts ate your crops. It was I who sent this army against you.

26 Now you will have plenty to eat, and be satisfied. You will praise the LORD your God, who has done wonderful things for you. My people will never be despised again.

27 Then, Israel, you will know that I am among you and that I, the LORD, am your God and there is no other. My people will never be despised again.

28 “Afterward I will pour out my Spirit on everyone: your sons and daughters will proclaim my message; your old people will have dreams, and your young people will see visions.

29 At that time I will pour out my Spirit even on servants, both men and women.

30 “I will give warnings of that day in the sky and on the earth; there will be bloodshed, fire, and clouds of smoke.

31 The sun will be darkened, and the moon will turn red as blood before the great and terrible day of the LORD comes.

32 But all who ask the LORD for help will be saved. As the LORD has said, ‘Some in Jerusalem will escape; those whom I choose will survive.’ ”

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1 Response to Gideon Computer Has Come True

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    The Gideon lockdown is here.

    Seer Jon

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