I Am John

I am The Rock

This morning I realized I had founded The Church of the Rock when I founded The Church of Art. In looking at the horrific inequeties of my mother, Rosemary Rosamond, I had to face the truth, that she did everything in her power to destroy me. She succeeded. I died. I was reborn. Rosemary destroyed my bond with my sister, Christine. I long wondered why she named us John and Christ. She destroyed her father, and my father. How about my brother? She was irate she was born a woman. She is the embodiment of the false and corrupt Catholic church that has stifled the return of the Son of God. Vic said;

“She was writing a book, using everyone as mere characters.”

Rosemary was born of Mary Magdalene Rosamond, a devout Catholic, whose cousin was Mary Dominica Wieneke, the head of the Order of Saint Francis – THAT FLED TO AMERICA – from Von Bismark. There was, and still is, a sense of destiny here. Dominica had visions when a child. Stark will not publish this. She had a brother named John, who became a Catholic Priest. My mother once suggested I become a Franciscan Monk. When I was seven I went to live with her mother who saw something special in me. I suspect the Order was looking for a Messenger. The Wienekes and Starks are borning children. Mary marries Royal Rosamond, who informs her his ancestors are staunch Protestants, and members of the Orange Lodge. Catastrophe!  Mary was authoring a book. When I began to write poems as a child that were very adult, the Rosamond Women became alarmed. My brother was the special one.