My grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, had close friends that belonged to the Theosophical Society. I met one when I lived with Mary for seven months. I was being – considered! I suspect she met Krishnamurti through members of the Black Mask.
My daughter was put in a evil trance by her aunt and mother – who took me to a winery in Sonoma that Scientology bought! A woman Sea Scout showed me a large barn where stalls were being made for Alcohol and Drug Councilors. I was asked to come on board. Patrice had filled them in – before I saw my daughter for the first time!
Look at Heather’s eyes! These are the eyes of her great grandfather, Royal Rosamond!
I and my daughter are destined to build several Crotona Colonies. There are thirteen roses on my great grandmother’s tiffany glass window.
I saw Krishnamurti in 1975 in San Francisco.
The Rose Master
The Creation of Beachwood Canyon’s Theosophist “Dreamland”
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