Rena and I shared out of body experiences in our tent atop our mountain. We left our bodies because of the extreme abuse we suffered as children. We found each other over a long distance. I looked in the ocean and asked where she was. A minute later, she came out of a dark doorway. She came to me last night, while I was awake, and in my dream. When I called her at her grandmother’s in Nebraska in 1971, she said she was just thinking of me.
“I love you more from afar, than near!”
She recites poetry all day while at work. She says she has committed a million poems to memory. This is dissociation. This takes Rena of reality, and keeps her grounded. She is incredibly intelligent. She got all As, and was skipped a grade. Rena needs to be examined and helped by a top rate psychologist. She tore up my letter because I MADE HER AWARE she was leaving her body – and traveling! This is why she avoids people. I saw she had a façade by a waterfall, and talked to that extremely beautiful being, who said;
“Nobodies talked to me before!”
“What do you mean? You’ve conversed with others, right?”
“I mean, no one has really talked to me. You are the first.”
I also made her aware – she really loves me, and never stopped loving me, because she never left me. She didn’t have to. She captured the essence of me, like a long poem. I made her aware of this, and she was afraid she would have to give me back. She saw that we had been sharing the same soul. We were twins. We are soul mates. Christine saw this. This is why she took up art after seeing the large canvas of Rena standing atop our mountain watching the sunset. She wanted to go with!
Trump is a sexual and psychic abuser who uses fear to get people to submit to him. He lies in order to get his victims to doubt reality, and, be dependent on him, not his view of reality, but HIM. I am going to create a Soul Sanctuary, a refuge for us cosmic travelers.
Rena danced with the Royal Ballet. The movie ‘The Black Swan’ is a good example of dissociation. She is all about – perfection! She never misses a step. I asked her for a dance. I have to laugh! She tore my letter into tiny little pieces, put them in a paper sack, and threw them on the Sheriff’s desk.
“I want this man arrested – thrown off my stage!”
She then produces my letter she has rewritten in her hand, that she committed to memory. What kind of creature is this? I asked the Deputy Sheriff………if he was spooked. I asked him if she was still beautiful.
“She danced with the Royal Ballet.”
Two years ago before I recieved a letter from Rena, I learned she was a widow living on the Isle of Wight. I called to her in a blog, with this song.
Rena begins her letter, thus;
“Here I am!”
She is responding to another post. She had not read this one posted on July 26 2012
I thought she was dead. I grieved. Her ghost came to console me, be by my side. As fate would have it Rena’s daughter died in a car accident when she was twenty..
Former Bozeman High School state debate champion Kathleen Anne
“Katie” Easton, passed away as a result of an automobile accident early
Sunday, Jan. 10, 1999. She was born April 20, 1979, to Irene (Rena) and
Admiral Sir Ian Easton, K.C.B. D.S.C. on the Isle of Wight, England.
I had compared our relationship to Orpheus and Eurydice. This time, I rise from Hades to be with my beautiful and beloved muse once again. I called to her, while looking down at the waves. She emerged from a darkened door in te dead of night, and asked;
“Can I walk with you?”
“A year ago the spirit of Rena Christiansen came to live with me. She is still here. She married a Commodore and lived on the Isle of Weight. Her husband died, leaving her with two children. Her grief at being left behind was overwhelming. She had no ties with her natal family, and may not have been accepted by her husband’s family. I believe Rena died in an automobile accident in a foreign land, and her husband’s upper class family took her children into their closed circle. When I began my portrait of Rena – she winged home. She is my Eurydice. She is Andromeda I was her Hero who rescued her by the sea. I took her to the mountain of the ‘Sleeping Maiden’ and showed her heaven, we above the blanket of fog that came in my the sea.”
Apollo gave his son Orpheus a lyre and taught him how to play. This Orpheus did to such perfection that even Apollo was surprised. It is said that nothing could resist his music and melody, neither enemies nor beasts. Even trees and rocks were entranced with his music.
Orpheus fell in love with Eurydice, a woman of unique beauty; whom he married and lived happily with for a short time. However, when Hymen was called to bless the marriage, he predicted that their perfection was not meant to last.
A short time after this ominous prophecy, Eurydice was wandering in the forest with the Nymphs, when Aristaeus, a shepherd, saw her and was beguiled by her beauty. He made advances towards her and began to chase her when she attempted to flee. As Eurydice sprinted through the forest, she managed to escape him, but was tragically bitten by a snake and died instantly.
Orpheus sang his grief with his lyre and managed to move everything living or not in the world; both humans and gods were deeply touched by his sorrow and grief.
Apollo then advised his son to descend to Hades and see his wife. Any other mortal would have died, but Orpheus, protected by the gods, went to Hades and arrived at the infamous Stygian realm, passing by ghosts and souls of people unknown. He also managed to charm Cerberus, the monster known to have three heads. Orpheus presented himself in front of the god of the Underworld Hades (Pluto) and his wife Persephone.
Orpheus played his lyre, melting even Hades’ cold heart. Hades told Orpheus that he could take Eurydice with him but under one condition; Eurydice would follow him while walking out to the light from the caves of the Underworld, but he should not look at her before coming out to the light because he would lose her forever. If Orpheus was patient enough he would have Eurydice as a normal woman again by his side.
Orpheus was delighted; he thanked the gods and left to ascend to the world. He was trying to hear Eurydice’s steps, but he could not hear anything and he started believing that the gods had fooled him. Of course Eurydice was behind him, but as a shadow, waiting to come to light to become a full woman again. Only a few feet away from the exit, Orpheus lost his faith and turned to see; Eurydice was behind him, but her shadow was whisked back among the dead. Eurydice was gone forever.
Orpheus tried to return to the Underworld but a man cannot enter the realm of Hades twice while alive. According to various versions of the myth, Orpheus started playing a mourning song with his lyre, calling for death so that he could be united with Eurydice forever. Orpheus is ultimately killed either by beasts tearing him apart, or by the Maenads, in a frenzied mood. According to another version, Zeus decided to strike him with lightning knowing Orpheus would reveal the secrets of the Underworld to humans.
In any case, Orpheus died but the Muses decided to save his head and keep it among the living people to sing for ever, enchanting everyone with the lovely melodies and tones.
As for the Christmas card that came with Rena’s letter, I wonder if it was the source of alarm. A tiny piece of glitter had come off of it, and found its way to page one. For me, this speck became a star, that we could follow like Hanzel and Gretal, it taking us out of the darkness children of alcoholics find themselves in. Did Rena believe I was suggesting we live happily ever after together, and thus feel stalked? What I was suggesting was bringing our stories together so that we can be a shining star of hope to others. This was how I saw my autobiography ending.
Before you read what’s coming next, there is an account of me having a conversation with Jesus. My major copyright is a special one that protects all the writing of ministers. I am the head of my Nazarite Church. Let us not go bothering the sheriff with any more – alleged fear!
In 1989, I read the Bible for the first time. At 4:00 in the morning, I put Jesus to the test. I was not a believer. I closed my eyes and asked him to come into the darkness of family incest, and help us. And, there he was, radiating slivers of gold light. He said this to me;
“Be not afraid. I and my father in heaven are already working with these matters. Spiritual Courage, will be met with Spiritual Courage.”
“I saw the star making its way from your tree, to the snow in your poem, and then to me. It was so full of life. It was the promise of a completely happy life that has eluded you and I since we can remember.
I too was held prisoner. Both my parents were violent and insane alcoholics that played evil games with their four children till the day they day – and after.”
In her letter, Rena told me she deals with fear almost every hour of the day. That tiny little speck of glitter, was the fulfillment of a promise.
Jon Gregory Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
About ten this evening I put on my slippers and went to get my mail. I pulled a bundle out and noticed your letter nestled in a packet. On the walk back to my apartment I took a peek and noticed the beautiful handwriting, and the name “Rosemond”. There was this energy pouring from the envelope and flowing up my arm. When I opened it and saw the name “Bozeman” I began to cry. For several minutes I sobbed, let go tears of great relief as if you were my child who had been kidnapped, or lost, for all these years. And, now…..you are found.