All authors who wrote about my family and my sister, Christine, violated my copyright.
In 1988 I had a Rose Reading. The woman reader saw me sitting on a hill looking down on these children on a playground.
“You were trying to heal them all.”
When I met my neighbor, Sandra, and when she told me she lived in the orphanage I would go by when I took a walk in the Oakland Hills, I saw what the Seer saw. I used to take a rest at the orphanage, and meditate on their, and my fate. There was always talk about the four Presco children being put in a orphanage.
I almost died of Whooping cough when I was eleven. I was sent to LA to visit my relative and came down with this rare illness. My aunt Lillian told me about the time I came outside looking for her and Uncle Dick. I was blue, and my finger contorted. Dick put me upside…
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