Blocked From Seaing

When I first found Lara Roozemond, I SAW her tweet page. I asked her a simple question; “Where was the pic of the sea taken?” No response. I then left messages and questions on other pages. No response for months, until she asked me to take down the post on Royal and our famous family eyes. The message at the bottom of the seascape say;

“You have been blocked from following and viewing……”

I have told several therapists that I do not own a picture of how my sister Christine died. I may now own pictures of the person she reborn into. The world famous artist, who signed her images of beautiful woman with her middle name ROSAMOND, drowned mysteriously at Rock Point that look like the sea in back of Lara.

My sister drowned on March 24, 1994. Lara ROOZEMOND was born in August of 1996. It takes about two years for a soul to clear the imprints of a life, before they are reborn. Christine loved horses. She dreamed of a kind father who owned horses, and took her riding all the time. She wanted to be born into a family like Lara’s family. When I saw this video of Lara playing the piano, I whispered;

“Christine.”

Lara is looking far away. Look into her eyes! She is not in her body. She is in that famous house at Rocky Point. Play both videos at same time. Turn down the sound on the sea shot. Not only is this a Gothic shoot, it is Pre-Raphaelite. This is what my favorite artists tried to capture, this Beautiful Soul.

The late Ian Fleming has allowed me to…..see! He led me here! Rosamond has fans all over the world. They want closure. They want to know, her work, and her spirit, has gone on! Beauty and Art, will always find ‘The Way’.

Let me make this clear, Lara is not Christine. She is her own person. We grow into our Creative Beings. We do not emerge from cocoons. Artists and Musicians are forever searching the vast Library, and the Endless Museums for the soul the Muses have assigned to us, to take us, so far. Lara, Christine, and I, are located in…………..

The Rose Wing.

We love this place where we go to share pictures. This is what matters. For in doing this, we pay our debt to our muses, who take us by surprise, and make us their prisoners.

“Victoria loves her piano bar down on the wharf. Her body begins to tingle at the sound of her black buckled boots on the old wooden floor. No one knows when she will appear. She has fans here. There is a hush. She picks up the mike and nods to Jake, who strikes the keys to her cell. Victoria Bond……….is now free! For a little while. Then, it’s time, to go, go back to prison. This is why she wants no one to follow her, and see, where she go, and, the darkness she now, know.”

Jon Presco

I’ve never been wrong
But you’re the the only one I trust to show me the way
I always hear your voice
And in my dreams I hear you calling my name
What is it about you?
Some kind of light shines from your face
And I can’t turn away.
I’m like a prisoner
Captured by your eyes,
I’ve been taken
And I’ve been hypnotized.
I’m like a prisoner
Captured by your eyes
I’ve been taken
And I’ve been hypnotized.
And your eyes say everything
You want to keep me here forever, I can’t escape
One minute’s so sincere,
Then you completely turn against me and I’m afraid.
You don’t have to say you love me,
‘Cause if you want me, I’ll stay
‘Cause I can’t turn away.
I’m like a prisoner
Captured by your eyes
I’ve been taken,
Taken by surprise.
I’m like a prisoner
Captured by your eyes
I’ve been taken
And I’ve been hypnotized
I’m like a prisoner.