I have attended hundreds of AA meetings in Lane County. Belle asked me to writer her about how I got sober. This is when I became suspicious. Belle Burch did not want what I have. Indeed, she looked a bit hungover when we met at the Wandering Goat. She had ten days to look at my blog. She had to have read my famous sister drowned on her first sober birthday, and, our sobriety was the crux of my auto-biography.
When I met with Belle in a get to know you meeting, she remained ANONYMOUS. She concealed her activity with anarchists, OCCUPY, and SLEEPS. I felt threatened by her and the anonymous people behind her in OUR community. I felt she was stalking me because I was the brother of a world famous artist, and had been close with Nancy, a good friend of the Kesey family. To protect myself, and my copyrights, I had to blog on the fact we had talked about her helping me with my autobiography. If I had sent her many long e-mails telling her about all my private matters, that she could write her own book about her very personal relationship with me. I suggest this was possible. Alley Valkyrie read this suggestion. Alley is a author.
What Belle, Alley, John Monroe, and others did, was launch a campaign to destroy my anonymity, and render me a pariah in this community. These three people had dealt with the terrible disease of alcoholism amongst the homeless. They had to know, they were TRYING to drive me insane, and take another drink. This is attempted murder. People who were, and are, given money to help people, want me dead. There is a $400,000 gift to the homeless at stake.
I called the FBI several days ago, and told them about my neighbors who said I should be “locked up”. My sister’s best friend was “locked up” in Camarillo State Hospital by her parents. It was a involuntary “lock up”. I got the ACLU to tey and help me get her out. I was unsuccessful. A year later, Sue’s father called me up. He was sobbing.
“Greg! What have they done to my daughter! They destroyed her!”
“I told you! I begged you to gather out of there!” and, we cried together.
They gave Sue about seven shock treatments. I will destroy all those who tried to destroy me, and take away my sobriety. Consider it – done! Belle and her gang experimented on me. They wanted to see if a collective, a coven of nobodies, could bring down somebody, who is somebody. Many of these people wore masks. They enjoyed their anonymity. Some of them are the famous Eugene Anarchists. Many of them are – INSANE!
https://rosamondpress.com/2019/05/21/i-just-talked-to-fbi/
Above is a photograph of me getting off the train in Eugene. This is March of 1987. Regardless of what strange things people say exist in this blog, I saved my life that day. I took the first step in restoring my sanity. I got what many people want. I will employ the people who tried to destroy me, get the message to those who suffer.
Step Two: “Came to believe a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity”
John Presco
Copyright 2014
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The Traditions recommend that members remain anonymous in public media, altruistically help other alcoholics, and that AA groups avoid official affiliations with other organizations. They also advise against dogma and coercive hierarchies. Subsequent fellowships such as Narcotics Anonymous have adapted the Twelve Steps and the Twelve Traditions to their respective primary purposes.[5][6]
“I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
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Flitting With Belle
After composing this blog I googled the movie ‘And God Created Woman’. My mind has never been more blown as I beheld BB Bridget Bardot on a bicycle that looks very much like the one I gave to Belle in exchange for modeling. I ask Belle Burch if I can call her BB. This a great validation from the Great Muse that this is a great Love Story, that is bigger than Belle and I. Indeed, we have been captured by this story that bids us to continue, to go forth, until we arrive at the Happy Ending. This is the story of Beauty and the Beast. I asked Belle to marry me several times in my e-mails. Consider Saint Steven’s Rose at our meeting. Belle is in love with a young man, but, she meets the Beast, an old man, who lives in a castle, with rose garden. When Belle met with me I gave her a rose from my garden. Her parents gave Belle her name somehow knowing, she had a date with destiny. BB stand for…………
La belle et la bête”
Beauty and the Beast.
Jon
Here is the e-mail I sent Belle.
“BB…..may I call you BB? ‘Poems To a Woman Arrested’. Have you thought of being a reporter? “I cover the pavement!” Outlaw Reporter?
asleep in a tent on the concrete
in front of city hall
to the sounds of a quiet radio
“But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;”
Critique………work on your contrast to create more poetic drama.
Thursday is a good day to disturb the great white linen stretched and gessoed on a frame. We will take photos and make it shudder. Can I pick you up in my 72 Ford pick-up I call Big Blue? Give me a time. It is fare to warn you I live in Springfield near the mall.
I forgot to say PRESCOWITZ is BRASKEWITZ the BRA also PRE.
Here is the poem that inspired your Waterhouse.
Jon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brigitte_Bardot
Bardot caught the attention of French intellectuals. She was the subject of Simone de Beauvoir’s 1959 essay, The Lolita Syndrome, which described Bardot as a “locomotive of women’s history” and built upon existentialist themes to declare her the first and most liberated woman of post-war France.[4
Two days after Belle and I met at the Wandering Goat, she asks me to give her “details and stories”. Why? I told her she is going to be the heir to my blog. All the “details” she could ever want are in Rosamondpress.
“I want those details and stories. Please.”
At our meeting, Belle had a chance to talk about my homelessness, and hers. But didn’t! Go look at our movie where she questions me about what kind of artist I am – in a very cute way. Where does that come from? She would have made a great reporter for Rosamondpress.
“I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?
To Belle Burch
Apr 20”
What is Bohemian Belle after? It appears she is a very busy person. Why does she think I got gobs of time to author a “life story” just for her edification? She must be fishing for specific information. Like what? How about if I am dying of cancer and amgoing to leave Belle gobs of money, money that she and Ambrose are in desperate need of. Ambrose would be interested in my cancer story, and not my sober story. How about my homeless story? Would Ambrose Holtham-Keathley want more details about my homeless plight? Note in the list f things Belle wants from me, my cancer story is last on the list! That’s a dead give-away! Excuse my pun!
If I give Belle Burch my life story in e-mails, then she, and others, might believe this material is outside my copyright. Wrong! I own a special copyright given to ministers that protects all our letters and revelations.
I have been called ‘The Reluctant Messiah’. You can say Belle is ‘The Reluctant Muse’. I have decided to turn my first chapter ‘The Last Muse’ into a script for a movie. This will make a great comedy.
If I had to do it all over again, I would have taken Belle to dinner when we first met, and told her ‘The Plan’.
“The plan is……you do nothing! You say nothing! You tell no one – anything! All you got to do – is NOTHING! I will do it all. Your job is to just sit there and keep your mouth shut!”
“Sounds like you want me to be your model!”
The other mistake I made, was exchanging Bluebelle, my beautiful bicycle, for ten hours of modeling. I forgot to take a photo of it. When Belle came home to her lover riding Bluebelle, his great expectations – soared!
“Is he dying? How long does he have to live?”
“Oh shoot! I forgot to ask!”
“YOU FORGOT TO ASK!!!!”
The French people are going to love ‘The Reluctant Muse’. I asked Belle Burch if I could call her BB, after Bridget Bardot.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
flit (flĭt)
intr.v. flit·ted, flit·ting, flits
1. To move about rapidly and nimbly.
2. To move quickly from one condition or location to another.
n.
1. A fluttering or darting movement.
2. Informal An empty-headed, silly, often erratic person.
La belle et la bête”
http://www.bartleby.com/246/390.html
OME into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, 5
And the musk of the rose is blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky, 10
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d 15
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
Hello Belle! I got my autistic friends over and we are watching Beauty and the Beast for Easter. Hollis and I referred to them as “our children”. They are my orphans, now.
The bath scene is my favorite, too. Reminds me of being on the road with a woman. You have to treat her extra nice. The star was/is a dancer. I love her energy.
I was moved by your poem, but could have been more moved if you employed more contrast to get more poetic drama. You are in a unique position. I want you to be a reporter for my paper. Did you read the Real Estate Show about radical artists taking over a vacant building in NYC? There is a invite for me to go to NYC. I would like to take you, on the train. Still in planning stage.
I see you on you Bluecycle on Easter, being happy. This makes me happy. I will write about my homelessness. When I was 17 I hitched to NY in January. I had stopped my drunken mother from beating on Christine,
I showed my friends the movie we made, and they loved it! They want to meet you.
Love
Jon
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On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:
Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.
Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.
I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.
Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?
I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?
On Sat, Apr 19, 2014 at 10:27 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
O.K. Belle, the only one that made me chuckle a dozen good times after a date. My mother wanted my name to be spelled JON. A nurse put an H in it and that’s how it appears on my birth certificate. Rosemary was furious and started calling me GREG. My father called me GREGORY, because that is how my middle name is spelled. When I got sober, I recovered JON.
Now to AMBROSE which is also AMBROSIUS. In Bohemian this name is spelled BRASKEWITZ, as I told you. Now I wanted a pen name as a writer JON AMBROSE. In PRESCO there is also a ROSE.
Now, to you, mystery hands with message! Are those your hands in the RG? Did you get arrested confronting JON REUZ, who returned my call just after we met. I just watched the movie Croutching Tiger.
On Saturday, April 19, 2014 9:34 PM, Belle Burch wrote:
Hey Jon,
It’s Belle. Still wondering if you’re real. Thank you again for the bike. Let’s set up a time for me to do some modeling. Thurs and Fri are possibilities for me.
By the way, Why “John Ambrose”? Is that your middle name? Nom de plume? Highly synchronistic, as my current partner’s legal first name is Ambrose. I’m very curious about this.
Also, I thought you preferred to spell your name without the “h”?
Here’s the poem I said I’d send you.
Haven’t read any of your emails yet, will get to that soon.
Untitled
Last night I fell
asleep in a tent on the concrete
in front of city hall
to the sounds of a quiet radio-
some show about the Bermuda Triangle.
How things, people
disappear there.
Whether or not it exists.
Interviews with people
who believed in it,
interviews with people
who didn’t. Its history.
Amelia Earhart. (Airheart?)
It seemed to go on
for centuries.
There are people out there
who don’t have state IDs, passports,
birth certificates,
social security numbers,
who technically
legally
don’t exist.
The faeries who put people
to sleep for 100 years must live there
in that West Atlantic Vortex.
I got lost in it,
like Rip Van Winkle*,
and woke
to a changed world.
I texted a lover in New Orleans,
‘I’m stuffing almonds into a banana,
around my neck is a red bandana
and I love you.’ It was all true.
I walked through what is known
in Eugene as the Barmuda Triangle,
the magical trine of Luckey’s,
Horsehead and Jameson’s downtown.
If you order food at Jameson’s,
it gets run across the street
from Horsehead.
Luckey’s has the best pool tables,
and a fantastic little Mexican foodcart lovechild
that only accepts cash.
At the Horsehead,
there is a touch screen machine
where you get to choose
what music is being played.
You pay money for this privilege.
If you pay more money,
your songs get played
first.
This is a triangle
you can only get lost in
if you’re a real person.
* bandana around my eyes to keep the
blazing orange streetlights out
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:34 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Dear Belle
Our café experience was better then ‘My Dinner With Andre’. It was a very creative happening!
Here are some posts you might be interested in. My ancestor was the Master of the Falcon Art College in Holland, and a member of the Swan Brethren. He used a rose to sign his name. Here are photos of me when I was 26 in my sister’s studio. There is an energy field around me. I am 24 in the photo of me in blog ‘defying mafia’.
If you want a character reference, call Marilyn, the woman who was my first girlfriend. We are still close today.
Your friend
Jon
P.S. nothing in the blog is true.
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https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/capturing-belle/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/defying-the-boston-mafia/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/01/05/den-bosch/
I see you on you Bluecycle on Easter, being happy. This makes me happy. I will write about my homelessness. When I was 17 I hitched to NY in January. I had stopped my drunken mother from beating on Christine,
I showed my friends the movie we made, and they loved it! They want to meet you.
Love
Jon
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On Sunday, April 20, 2014 11:51 AM, Belle Burch wrote:
Yes, those are my hands in the RG. That was the first time I had ever appeared in the news as an activist.
Yes, I got a misdemeanor along with 11 other people for trying to talk to a silent and (cowardly) hiding John RUIZ.
I LOVE Crouching Tiger. It’s one of my favorites. The scene where the two young warrior lovers are in the bath together in the desert is my favorite part I think.
Is Bohemian a language as well as a place? Or are you referring to Romani? Was Romani the language that was spoken in Bohemia?
I’d like to hear more of your personal life story. “When I got sober”, “When I was homeless”, “When I was fighting cancer”……. these are words you drop and then let flit by without much detail or explanation or storytelling. I want those details and stories. Please.
Tell me what you thought of my poem. Did it make you feel anything? Did it make you think? If so, what?
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:34 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Dear Belle
Our café experience was better then ‘My Dinner With Andre’. It was a very creative happening!
Here are some posts you might be interested in. My ancestor was the Master of the Falcon Art College in Holland, and a member of the Swan Brethren. He used a rose to sign his name. Here are photos of me when I was 26 in my sister’s studio. There is an energy field around me. I am 24 in the photo of me in blog ‘defying mafia’.
If you want a character reference, call Marilyn, the woman who was my first girlfriend. We are still close today.
Your friend
Jon
P.S. nothing in the blog is true.
Rosamond Publishing
Rosamond Publishing
Showcasing the artwork of Christine Rosamond Benton (1947-1994) known simply as Rosamond. As you link through Rosamond’s life work, you will be able to see/ experience Christine’s evolution as a painter and a woman. This web site assembled as a tribute
View on rosamond.com
Preview by Yahoo
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/capturing-belle/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/defying-the-boston-mafia/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/01/05/den-bosch/
On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.
I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.
I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?
Jon
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https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/prophets-of-the-tree-rings/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/pre-raphaelite-model-and-muse/
Tomorrow I will be meeting with my Muse, Belle, for the first time since we met at the first Friday Art Walk.
Today, I found my personal Grail at the Museum of History.
Jon Presco
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (25 July 1829 – 11 February 1862) was an English artists’ model, poet and artist. She was painted and drawn extensively by artists of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, including Walter Deverell, William Holman Hunt, John Everett Millais (including his notable 1852 painting Ophelia) and her spouse, Dante Gabriel Rossetti. She featured prominently in Rossetti’s early paintings of women.
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Every night, the Beast asks Belle to marry him, only to be refused each time. After each refusal, Belle dreams of a handsome prince who pleads with her to answer why she keeps refusing him, to which she replies that she cannot marry the Beast because she loves him only as a friend. Belle does not make the connection between the handsome prince and the Beast and becomes convinced that the Beast is holding the prince captive somewhere in the castle. She searches and discovers multiple enchanted rooms, but never the prince from her dreams.
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Discovering the true identity of Belle Burch was a brilliant piece of detective work that got me several death threats. Sam Spade would love my real story. With the mysterious death of Tracy Twyaman – its all good for me! I a the King of Detectives!