I am now going through my archives and locating the blogs where I say the royal facecards were speaking to me in Dutch. Tolkien was born in the Orange Free State of South Africa. I just discovered that Gandalf died, and came back. I say “I am Seer Jon” and Gandalf, as is Joaquin Miller. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siener_van_Rensburg
https://rosamondpress.com/2018/11/05/abolitionist-war-of-the-wolfings/
https://rosamondpress.com/2018/11/05/the-wendlings/https://rosamondpress.com/2013/08/05/joaquin-miller-and-william-morris/
In Dutch a Rangar is a Ranger, a Sherriff of the Shire. I have compared them to the Judges of the Torah and the Nazarites. When I climbed the rock at McClure’s Beach, that the setting sun sat upon, I was reminded of the Tower of Modor. We were ring bearers, come to cast the great elven ring into the molten sun. I was twenty years of age.
There is a hole in this rock, that looks like a radiant eye. My two friends had to carry me over the bridge of this eye. I had fallen and you could see my bone in the palm of my hand.
That was February 1967. Two years later I declared myself a Pre-Raphaelite. William Morris, and the Rossetti family were my kindred. I had no children.
Jon ‘The Nazarite Pre-Raphaelite’
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