I have spent thousands of hours, and done tedious research for this blog Royal Rosamond Press. Over a week ago, my ex-friend, Christine Wandel, told me my ex-friend, Stefan Eins did not read the one blog I sent him in an e-mail, along with the images he asked for. He did not tell Christine we had conversed on the phone.
My ex-friend, Amy Oles, sent me a strange video on RH negative bloodlines in the middle of my plan to come East and see all my friends. In a telephone conversation she suggested I write a book on Family Incest. I told her that has proven to be a thankless task, and, people get angry when I try to save them. I had already delved into this subject – all through this blog – which Amy never reads. All my friends are not writers – or readers!
I opened up in a new group I joined titled ‘Oakland History’. Members liked my posts and encouraged me. I must have opened too much, and, gone too far, because I was unfriended by the owner. Why? He/she could have given me a warning MY HISTORY IS GOING TO BE ERASED – WIPED CLEAN! I think he/she felt they were in my shadow. Did I make their history – look puny? The same crap happened with my ex-friend, Marilyn Reed.
The message I get from these ex-friends, is, I should pay way less attention to me, and pay more attention to them – and their agenda – whatever it is, because, they really don’t say. They play their cards close to the vest, and, it’s kind of a BIG SECRET! A HUGE MYSTERY………….if you will. All four have suggested they are linked to Aliens. I suspect they want me to stop writing about the puny stuff I blog about, and get on this……..
ALIEN INVASION FROM OUTERSPACE!
There is a hint these outer space folks have traveled a billion miles in order to stick their sexual reproductive organs in little children and fuck their lives up – but good? When I ask for a hint of motive, I am threatened with EXCOMMUNICATION. My daughter and her mother excommunicated me after I supplied proof they were into Scientology – who believe in malevolent beings from another planet. They, and all members of my family have contributed but a handful to the two biographies – the OUTSIDERS published, after the tried to oppress my recollections. Why? Are they from OUTER SPACE?
Thirty-two years ago I took the LSD a Native American handed me outside a bar, wrote a suicide note, and, began my two Sci-Fi novels. The head of Serenity Lane where I got sober, suggested my books were about me, because it was not safe for me to tell my real history, directly. Upon see the image of Hollowhornbear, and reading how Herbie died, my fictional vision quest, came to an end. Now I am going on a real Vision Quest! I am going home to the city I was born in during an amazing star shower. Whoopie! Yay for me!
I canceled by TRIP back East, because Chris and Amy could not hear me say….
” I need to stay grounded, and focused. I tend to get spacy when I travel, if I find myself on shaky ground.”
What irks me, is, I have committed to writing a hundred thousand opinions, and folks look trough the pages for these five words.
What?____Butt. ____Shit!____ Fuck!____Whiz-bang!
When these five words line up on a page, they then look for THEIR NAME. If they detect, somehow, you are writing something negative about them, then they are going to ERASE you from their life. They will – smack down hard on the DELETE button! Note I left spaces for other words and interpretations. Our President likes to fill in these empty spaces.
“Spacy?…………Cool! I guess!”
Now, guys are not like this. Call up an old buddy, tell him your coming to visit , and he says..
“Hey great! I will put everyone and everything on hold for you. I will do anything you say. I will prepare your way. I will put my dog in the kennel because that bitch don’t like you! She has poor taste! Hardy-har-har!”
Christine Wandel made a JOB LIST for me. Besides weeding and tree re-planting, she wants me to get on a ladder and look in her old attic for water damage.
“Chris! I am not the same dude I was the last time you saw me back in 1985. I may not fit in the opening of the attic, because I put on a hundred pounds!”
There is a moment of silence as she takes this in, and, I hear sniggering.
“How (snigger) did that (snigger, snigger) did that happen?”
If any of my readers have looked at my videos where I read from ‘The Gideon Computer’ you know this is how my novel began. Berkeley Bill Bolagard, climbs up in an attic. What I saw, was the end of my life – as predicted – as I tumble off the ladder, and break my neck. This is all Christine needs, is a lifeless corpse on her floor.
Now, the reason I have not finished the GC, is because John the Baptist pay a visit. What the fuck! In no time I am on my way to becoming a Theologian! No one reads any of that bullshit, because, it looks like this
Holy______Shit_____What?______Fuck_______Me!
Here is Stefan Eins tripping out in Flint Michigan.
An hour ago I googled two books ‘In Cold Blood’ and ‘The Onion Field’ because I want to write a True To Life Novel about the Golden West Murder. To my……whatever? I am reading evidence Truman cheated. Say it aint so! This was/is still, my escape tactic. Truman got there before me, and, I am the Mad Hatter to his White Rabbit. Are we talking about Targeted Human Beings?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Cold_Blood
When I come to Oakland – as an Investigator – I will be dressed as one of my characters you see above. One of them will be the embodiment of John the Baptist, who warmed me I am a Targeted Individual who are being rounded up and sent to the Gideon Institute. Being that I am never allowed to be the Victim, then, it stands to reason, I am the Grand Master of……………………The Vortex Whiz-bang! And………………….may not know it!……….Yet! If I become aware, than, all my prisoners……….are released! Whiz-bang!
Oh, you only see………..one character?
Jon Presco
“Oh my God__Shit___Whiz-bang! We are going to meet for the first time – after being friends on the Internet for six years! O’K. Great. But, you must watch this, first. There will be a test before you get on the plane! Screeee___Whiz-bang!”
Here is the threat I received from Alley Valkyrie ten months ago. I did not know her. Belle did not tell me to stop calling her or write about her until after I received this threat that was carried out.
“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”
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