The Saving Cosmic Change

Many of the enemies of Democracy that stormed the Capitol see attempts to Save the planet as a evil movement in disguise. Only they know what reality is. Right now, I get a glimpse of him, my Moriarty, my mortal enemy, Thomas Gideon, who is the epicenter of the War On Hippies. Rena and I are his model. He has worked hard with other think tankers to separate us – and destroy me! Mr. Gideon is the evil elf inside Trump’s brain pulling the levers, he desperate to save the Gideon Empire from total collapse.

John ‘The Seer’

Professor Moriarty – Wikipedia

Millions of Americans who viewed the twice-impeached Trump’s assaults on decency and the rule of law with shame and alarm will finally be able to breathe easily again, liberated from his strongman’s shadow. Biden will be a President who seeks to unify an internally estranged nation in contrast to Trump’s obsession with ripping at its social, racial and cultural fault lines to cement his power. Trump’s cynical weaponizing of race reemerged on Monday when his White House chose the national holiday honoring Martin Luther King Jr. to issue a commission report that minimizes slavery and insults the modern civil rights movement.But this is only one view of Trump. The 74 million Americans who voted to reward him with a second term saw him as a leader who voiced their anger at political, business and media elites. Trump channeled their belief that an increasingly diverse and socially liberal nation threatened their values, religion, gun rights and cultural heritage. His exit could trigger volatile political forces among a community that will mourn his White House. The continued devotion of Trump’s loyal base voters means that while Biden can wipe out many of the outgoing President’s policy wins, removing his influence from politics may well be impossible.

The acting Capitol Police chief’s tough task – POLITICO

Rachel Levine, transgender woman, picked by Biden as assistant HHS secretary – The Washington Post

Trump’s legacy will take years to purge from the American psyche – CNNPolitics

Opinion: I’ve had it with interviewing Trump supporters who go off the deep end – CNN

Welch seems to have sincerely believed that children were being held at Comet Ping Pong. His family and friends wrote letters to the judge on his behalf, describing him as a dedicated father, a devout Christian, and a man who went out of his way to care for others. Welch had trained as a volunteer firefighter. He had gone on an earthquake-response mission to Haiti with the local Baptist Men’s Association. A friend from his church wrote, “He exhibits the actions of a person who strives to learn biblical truth and apply it.” Welch himself expressed what seemed like genuine remorse, saying in a handwritten note submitted to the judge by his lawyers: “It was never my intention to harm or frighten innocent lives, but I realize now just how foolish and reckless my decision was.” He was sentenced to four years in prison.

QAnon Is More Important Than You Think – The Atlantic

When we reached out into the darkness and found our hands wanting to touch, to take hold of the greatness that is destined for, some, what ever status, for whatever level we chose, or was chosen for us, it was now way beneath us, for we were amongst the stars.

How we swirled in the cosmic design of the gods, our feet bathed in the river of our agony, that we can not own each other in that memory, that will last a lifetime.

Thou art my ghost that haunts the magical second of our Baptism. Too true our truths, suspended in our unlimited thirst, never quenched by having our fire, for a little while.

(1) Boris Shtokolov. КЛУБИТСЯ ВОЛНОЮ. 1955г. – YouTube

At my feet the swirling waves of theKura River,

In the dancing bustle of the waves,

The sun smiles brightly, as do my heart and the meadow,

Oh, that it would ever remain thus!

The red Kakhetian wine sparkles in the glass,

That is filled by my beloved,And with the wine I draw in her glances as well,

Oh, that it would ever remain thus!

The sun is sinking, already night is darkening,But my heart, like the star of love,

Flames in the deepest darkness, in brightest splendor.

Oh, that it would ever remain thus!

Into the black sea of your eyes rushes

The raging river of my love;

Come, maiden, it is getting dark and no one can hear us!

Oh, that it would ever remain thus!

The Arena of the Cosmic Event

Posted on February 2, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press


When Rena and I first kissed on my friend’s floor, a cosmic event occurred. We both found The Other. Cosmic Sparks, flew. The energy we created altered – much! How much?

Let us return to the place of The Kiss. It happened on Congress Avenue in Oakland California after my friend kidnapped Rena, drove down Pismo Beach with her until she demanded he return for me, he having left me standing there, watching him go crazy. He had to have her, just as Paris had to have Hellen.

So jealous was Brian of me, of us, that he locked us out of his apartment and went to stay at his mothers. Rena and I were now homeless. Brian gave us his tent and sleeping bag so we could sleep in the backyard. I went to Map Quest to look at that house again where I once lived. I had just given up my apartment there for a married couple and newborn child. I had gone to LA and considered moving there. I met Rena at the Venice Pier. I have never seen such a beautiful woman hence. Her animal magnetism was off the chart. She was a creature from another planet. The cosmic image above was posted on Facebook by my friend Persephone Rose who post a beautiful woman on her wall everyday. She thinks Rena is my Twin Soul. I concur, for we are both very isolated at this moment, if not most of our life.

Where I am going now will strain my credibility, if I own such a thing. In testing this, loss, I concluded that I am the living Historian of the John and Jessie Fremont History. Here is the history of our kiss, that led to the painting I did of Rena, that Christine beheld, and took up art. If she had done so, she would never had met the muralist, Garth Benton.

Outside the window of my ex-apartment was a small stream. On the first Earth Day, April 22, 1970, my friend James Harkins and I cleaned this creek up at my suggestion. Forty-four years later, creek was cleaned up on Earth Day. A cosmic mural was painted on a wall. There are Native American maidens. Here is the movie Avatar. Rena and I did this when we spent our first night in the tent.

After she devoured me with her kiss, we agreed we did not want to fornicate in a backyard. We left our underwear on as we explored each other’s bodies, taking in our energy. Rena had the most beautiful back in the world. My hand sent sparks of energy into the core of her as it sailed about her beautiful contours. I put our blankets half outside the tent so we could see the stars. I talked to her about the new places I have seen. I looked down into her soul as I stroked her face. We achieved spiritual mastery over the flesh, and merged with an energy that bathed us in the perfection of the better design. We were one with The Creative Truth.

Born April 7th. here was the Daughter of Spring, the primal fire of creation. We fell asleep looking at the stars, in each other’s arms. This was the Cosmic Earth Day. when Libra Man and Aries Woman master the polar opposite, come together, and create a new awareness. We could hear the faint language of Courtland Creek that to my horror was covered over with concrete. The larger redwood in the backyard, is gone. The house was denuded, by a monster, who scrubbed all the magic away. Why? He knew. A part of him, knew, and hated The Magic. This house will live forever in my book.

Here are the words Persephone put with the image of the Cosmic Earth Woman.

Jon Presco


I am awake today, for the first time
My vision has changed

My eyes now see the Universal Possibilities
In every person, in every event
There are no limits, no restrictions
No boundaries…

Every spectrum of Our colors are envisioned without judgment
We can become anything, do anything,
Our needs answered

My heart now feels the Universal Love
In every person, in every event
There are no limits, no restrictions
No boundaries….

Every hurt forgiven,

Earth Day 1970

The first Earth Day family had participants and celebrants in two thousand colleges and universities, roughly ten thousand primary and secondary schools, and hundreds of communities across the United States. More importantly, it “brought 20 million Americans out into the spring sunshine for peaceful demonstrations in favor of environmental reform.”[6] It now is observed in 192 countries, and coordinated by the nonprofit Earth Day Network, chaired by the first Earth Day 1970 organizer Denis Hayes, according to whom Earth Day is now “the largest secular holiday in the world, celebrated by more than a billion people every year.”[7] Environmental groups have sought to make Earth Day into a day of action which changes human behavior and provokes policy changes.[8]

In 2011, local artist Kristi Holohan and a group of youth volunteers created a mural in the Courland cul-de-sac on the Brookdale side of the park. Images of a Native American in a canoe, a giant dragonfly, a tortoise, and a K Line train illustrate the history of the creek. Across from the mural, a series of wooden signs give information about the wildlife that do or have lived in the creek.

Part of the East Creek Watershed, Courtland Creek was once a tributary of the larger East Creek that ran from the Oakland Hills down to the San Leandro Bay before the Oakland Coliseum was built. Large portions of the creek run underground, but here, a short distance away from the traffic and crime that plague nearby High Street, a shady walking path runs alongside a two block stretch of water. Groves of giant eucalyptus trees stretch up into the sky providing shade over fruiting blackberry bushes on the peaceful though littered stroll.

Unfortunately, both the cheerful mural and the park have fallen victim to urban blight

Every April on Earth Day, and every September on Creek to Bay Day, volunteers come out to clean up the park in addition to the regular citizens who report illegal dumping and graffiti during their walks through the park.

In spite of community efforts, garbage and abandoned furniture are continually left in front of the mural and the park, and the Fairfax end which features a basketball court and picnic table is marred by tall, overgrown weeds, graffiti can be seen on the mural, on the nature walk signs, and on at least one tree.


Courtland Creek clean-up is a top priority for the Melrose High Hopes Neighborhood Crime Prevention Council Beat 27X, which, along with Friends of Courtland Creek, District 4 Council, Department of Public Works and Oakland Public Art supported the initial installation of the mural.

Earth Day is an annual event, celebrated on April 22, on which day events worldwide are held to demonstrate support for environmental protection. It was first celebrated in 1970, and is now coordinated globally by the Earth Day Network,[1] and celebrated in more than 192 countries each year.[2]

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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