No Biographer Has Been So Harassed

No biographer has been so harassed as I. It is the real story in many respects. When I graduated from Serenity Lane’s New Hope program in 1987, my aftercare package said;

“Write! Write! Write!”

I just realized that’s what is missing in the Kesey mural, Ratched’s framed photo on the book shelf. That’s the money shot! Tourists will raise their arm and point………

“Look! There’s Nurse Ratched!”

I had almost dropped out of NH after a councilor interrupted the reading of my First Step which was about 30 pages. I told him it was long. He said it did not matter. He stopped me; “To get control of the group back.” One person went outside and stood there. He almost left the program, to. It is a rule that one’s First Step is never interrupted. What I had described was a terrible accident while on a large dose of LSD, that ruined my life. Another member said I gave him acid-flashbacks. Apparently no other member Serenity Lane talked about the use of LSD. I did not continue. I went to the head of Serenity Lane and launched a complaint. Hillary Larson read my FS, and bid the councilor to come into her office, and apologize to me.

I finished my FS and graduated. At my graduation was my childhood friend, Nancy Hamren. She was the first girl I kissed. We were twelve. Nancy got me an invite to ride on Further in the Eugene Celebration with Ken Kesey who she introduce me to. Nancy met Christin Rosamond Benton in 1958 when she came to our home on San Sebastian with my late friend, Bill Arnold. Christine lived with us at the famous SF commune ‘Idle Hands’.

So, there I am on The Bus, completely sober. The crowd was cheering me, in my mind, the first Hippie Tripper, who altered the consciousness of Serenity Lane, with his flashback. I have thirty years sobriety today. A million people want what I got.

What Hillary Larson saw in my FS was that I had a near-death experience. She started seeing me one-on-one.

I just got an e-mail from the head of the Reseda High Alumni assuring me she kept our communication private. She wished me well in my endeavors.

Above is a photograph I took of Nancy talking with Ken Babbs at the dedication of the Kesey Mural. I ask about the old Creamery mural, and she gives me clues to who painted it. I found one of the artists.

No one wants to hear the story of Kim Hafner. Because her parents went to Reseda High where Garth Benton attended, they might be mentioned. However, there is real history being made with the back stabbing Kim Hafner instigated  that can be included in the history of Springfield whose Mayor promised to get rid of this cities backward ways, and the reputation it has in having no acceptance of things some citizens deem, strange.

In looking for the video of Nancy and I, I found a prophecy in a post made on March 5th. 2016. It appears I am angered by Trump shouting at people to get out. The Russian Troll Farm has not been made public. The elections are nine months away. I throw out that hated name HIPPIE and replace it with ROSMIRIANS. I mention the Roza Mira. The next post points to the place I died.

Without nurse Ratched, there would be no Kesey Mural. She is a unsung member of the Kesey Family. She is………………..Dark Daughter! It is she who stopped my First Step, and attacked me where I live. She doesn’t want my autobiography to see the light of day. She disappeared Christine’s autobiography. A ghost writer wrote another wherein she it titled “mentally deranged” .

Who is she, really? Where did Ken – see her? Her real name is……………..LEGION!

I have been trying to turn them. They are the Dark Daughters of the Roza Mira Psychic Institute. They have been around since 1958, when Russia began experimenting with psychics. One of them just got caught. Maria Butina is letting go a massive barrage of psychic sparks. They have taken over the mind of Kim Hafner who gathers with about three of my neighbors who are Springfield Half-wits. She controls them with her weener dog, Lola. This is why Kim is so intent on declaring me insane! She does not want you to read what you just read.

You see, the Christian Nazis have been throwing Americas Gifted Psychics in the Psycho Ward, lest they be put out of business. This is the truth Ken Kesey stumbled upon. This is why Nancy wanted me on the bus. She knew I owned the gift since I was a child. Ken was under severe psychic attack.

I am trying a new style of writing that combines reality with fiction, and, psychic hits. I was a surrealist painter from the age of 12 to 16. There is a way to overlay statements, and develop multiple meanings.

John Presco 007

Copyright 2018

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On March 10, 1970, Nina Kulagina, a housewife and former member of the Red Army tank regiment, stopped a frog’s beating heart using only her mind. Kulagina, who claimed to have psychic powers, was sitting in an observation room room at the Ukhtomskii Military Institute in Leningrad, Russia. The freshly removed frog’s heart was sitting in a solution that could keep it beating for up to an hour, and scientists were measuring beats per minute through electrodes they’d hooked up to the amphibian’s tiny ticker.

According to the Soviet doctors monitoring her, Kulagina’s own heart rate increased dramatically during the seven minutes it took her to mentally stop the frog’s heart. It had taken her 20 minutes to prepare for the exercise.

Next, she tried to elevate the heart rate of a human physician in the room who was skeptical of her powers. Both were hooked up to EKG machines. Within a couple minutes, analysts noted that the physician’s heart was beating at a “dangerous” rate, and the experiment was terminated. But video of it quickly made its way to the U.S. Defense Department. Did Kulagina truly have psychic powers? Or were the Soviets attempting to outwit their enemies by hinting at an extrasensory arsenal? American opinions were divided, but one thing was for sure: the Soviet psychic and the dead frog had certainly captured their attention.

With the coming of the hateful Trumpite Shout-downs, it is time to rekindle The Generation of Love.  “Get out!’ has replaced the ‘Human Be-in’ that Nan Yogurtmundi and I attended at the Polo Grounds in 1966. Let us put tiny cymbals on our fingers and imitate the naked Sadgurus.

I have come to Change The Name. We buried Hippie in 1966 and renamed him Freebie. That did not take. I told Belle of Rosamond, which is a spiritual movement in Russia. I hereby give us the name ROSMIRANS. ‘Wondrous Rose of Peace from the Sea’. And, why we are at it, let us change the name of Springfield to – Nancyland? How about Creamville  Nancy and I have roots in San Francisco and Oakland.

Nancy’s Yogurt Saves the World

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