The Labyrinth of Rosamond

We have arrived. Here is the post that got Alley Valkyrie and her lover, John Monroe, all shook up. They launched their Campaign of Hate on Facebook days after I posted this. Belle asked me to remove all mention of her mother, yet she asked me for more personal information. Catherine Vandertuin was a public figure and is pleased I am raising her Labyrinth Walk form the dead. Belle had a great story – under her nose! Our story…..lives!

With the discovery of the Labyrinth and Lands End, I can build my Time Portal into the future, so, I can go home. My work is almost complete. No artist and writer has ever been so oppressed in the history of art. There is a reason for this. I am……The Collector!

John Rosamond Presco ‘Futurian’

Copyright 2021

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Capturing Belle in Labyrinth

Posted on April 22, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press

Marlborough Maze at Blenheim Palace, Oxfordshire, UK

I just discovered Belle’s mother, Catherine Vandertuin, brought Gamelan music to the UofO. My surrogate daughter studied this music, and played it when she attended the UofO. Her uncle, Ron Ramus taught Tai Chi here. Belle’s father, Jeffrey Burch, introduced a Labyrinth Walk that was accompanied by Belle’s mother.

My autobiography is about making my way into the center of Rosamond’s Labyrinth, where I find her, Mon Belle. Belle Burch is at the epicenter. In Friday she will pose for my rendition of Belle Rosamonde in the Labyrinth.

It is uncanny to discover this Labyrinth Walk conducted by Belle’s mother and father whom she talked about briefly. This post shows two painting of Fair Rosamond being found via the clue of the red thread. The Rosamond cote of arms depicts a weaving needle made into a cross with two roses to the side.

Belle’s mother died nine years ago when my muse was fourteen. There is something being reborn here, are awoken. The Descent of Innana (1997) is like Pan’s Labyrinth. (2005). “There will be signs.”

“Catherine brought Javanese gamelan music to Eugene in 1992 with the founding of Gamelan Nuju Laras, well known for accompanying labyrinth walks created by her partner, Jeff Burch.”



Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

Above we see a genealogy published in 1947, the year Christine Rosamond Benton, was born. It shows the Scarlet Thread Line descending from the royalty of Crete where the great labyrinth was made. The ritual practiced within was conducted by the “mistress of the labyrinth”………The Rose of the World?
On this day, February 20, 2013, I declare Rosamond Clifford the embodiment of the Labyrinth Mistress, and a Mistress of the Holy Grail.
You also see the descent from the Milesian Kings from who the Kings of Ireland descend. Cretans migrated to Miletus.

John Aubrey, in his “Remaines,” 1686, tells us that his nurse used to sing the following verses to him:

p. 167

“Yea, Rosamond, fair Rosamond,
Her name was called so,
To whom dame Elinor our Queene
Was known a deadly foe,
The King therefore for her defence
Against the furious Queene
At Woodstocke builded such a Bower
The like was never seen.

“Most curiously that Bower was built
Of stone and timber strong.
An hundered and fifty dores
Did to this Bower belong,
And they so cunningly contriv’d
With turnings round about
That none but with a clew of thread
Could enter in or out.”

This is the tale of Rosamund’s Labyrinth, a tale of love, jealousy, hatred; a tale whose truth is lost in the mists of time. What we have are myths, legends, songs and stories, passed down by word of mouth, from that medieval time.

Hannahannah (from Hittite hanna- “grandmother”) is a Hurrian Mother Goddess related to or influenced by the pre-Sumerian goddess Inanna, although the similarity in name to the Biblical Hannah, mother of Samuel (according to 1 Kings); the Canaanite Anat, and the Christian Saint Anne are coincidental, the name Hannah in Hebrew having a different etymology deriving from a native root. Hannahannah was also identified with the Hurrian goddess Hebat.
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Eugene lost one of its most creative artists last week. Cancer stole Catherine Vandertuin from us when she was far too young. In her too-short time here, Vandertuin, the founder and artistic director of Eugene Chamber Theatre, applied enormous energy, creativity and collaboration to the innovative theater/music productions of Dust and Dreams, Antigone, The Descent of Innana and Ice Cure, the last adapted from an original manuscript. She also collaborated in various puppet and mask theater productions. Her vision was to create multi-disciplinary works that explored themes of balance and wholeness. Catherine brought Javanese gamelan music to Eugene in 1992 with the founding of Gamelan Nuju Laras, well known for accompanying labyrinth walks created by her partner, Jeff Burch. Although her theater work and family obligations eventually forced her to give up the gamelan, Catherine’s contribution continues in Nuju Laras’s successor, Gamelan Sari Pandhawa, and the 90-piece Javanese gamelan Gamelan Kyai Tunjung Mulya, whose construction she commissioned and supervised. Gamelan Kyai Tunjung Mulya was ultimately donated to the UO where it is used to teach UO students and other community members. Through her teaching at LCC, collaborations with other community artists, and irrepressibly creative spirit, Catherine made Eugene a much more artistically vital place, and her legacy will live on in the audiences she touched and the artists she taught and inspired.

The Sacred Labyrinth Walk, Illuminating the Inner Path, is the ancient practice of “Circling to the Center” by walking the labyrinth. The rediscovery of this self alignment tool to put our lives in perspective is one of the most important spiritual movements of our day. Labyrinths have been in use for over 4000 years. Their basic design is fundamental to nature and many cultures and religious traditions. Whatever one’s religion…walking the labyrinth clears the mind and gives insight. It calms people in the throes of life’s transitions.

Georgiana Lotfy, Licensed Marriage, Family Therapist, Doctor of Ministry, has facilitated labyrinth and meditation presentations for several years. She can be reached at

We extend an invitation to people from all faiths, especially those who are in transition and/or are struggling to find a means of prayer or meditation.

Join us as you learn about this ancient meditation tool of prayer, as we become “spiritual beings on a human path, not simply human beings on a spiritual path.”

Entrance To Rosamond Labyrinth Found

Posted on February 2, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

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“Worried that over time his work would lose significance, the sculptor behind Mount Rushmore proposed a secret room  behind Abraham Lincoln’s hairline, that would contain details of the work done on the mountain and of the society that created it.”

Why carve out such a big room that only contain a titanium box? What society are they talking about? Borglum was the Patron of my kindred, John and Jessie Fremont who was the first to emancipate slaves in America. President Abraham Lincoln destroyed the Fremont’s life. Why would they allow his image to be carved at Mount Rushmore? I believe I know what was stored in this Secret Room. I will reveal this in my book.

John was born in France. I suspect his family owned ancient secrets that he told his future wife, Jessie Benton about. Her father was Senator Thomas Hart Benton, who sent his son-in-law West to blaze the Oregon Trail. I believe John was behind the Grizzly Bear Rebellion that led to California becoming a State. But, there is evidence this was not his intention. There was talk of making the Golden State a New Nation.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2017


With four Great Danes in tow, the Borglums set up their studio in a cottage tucked amid grapevines and palm, pepper, orange and oak trees in the foothills of Sierra Madre on the northwest corner of Hermosa Avenue and Live Oak, now called Orange Grove Avenue. They called their four-acre ranch El Rosario, meaning the rose garden.

Belle of The Labyrinth

Posted on November 27, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

Capturing Beauty


Jon Presco

Belle was a born actress who lost her mother when she was nine. Her facial expressions tell stories.  My hypothetical dilemma would have fascinated Salvador Dali who spent most of his life trying to free our minds from the fantastic surrealist prisons he invented that were vastly superior to our fleeting moments of freedom. Was Salvador ever a ‘Prisoner of Love’? Was he ever chased down the street by a gaggle of screeching Sirens?

Art, Literature, Poetry, Ballet, and the Stage are packed to the ceiling with Creative Obsessions. Failed Artist, Alley Valkyrie, in the inventor of Un-Art. Not Forbidden Art, there is enough of that around, but art that goes thud in the night.  Artaud warns of this bludgeoning that renders us artists, impotent in every way. I thought it was our age difference, at first. But now I conclude it is the poem I wrote Belle three hours after we  met. No man, or woman, ever wrote Alley a poem. Not even the New Age Orwellian, John Monroe. What came between Belle and I has been the National Topic for two weeks.

“Quit making art – or you have to answer to me and the Lane Eleven! I mean it! If you apply one more stroke to your portrait of Belle, I will make sure your mug will be posted on every telephone booth in the Whiteaker. I will personally encourage residents to spit on you – even piss on you!”

In our video below, Belle asks if I am videotaping her. I say I am.

“May I ask why?” This natural born flirt and model asks – with much animation! Pro photographers can’t get pro models to do what Belle does – with ease! Every tenth frame she has changed her pose. She is aware she is posing.

“I have a blog, and I write about, poets, artists, and Bohemians, the history of them, and why they should survive as a people, and not be persecuted.”

“We can talk. What’s your phone number?”

Great! We have established a common goal! Belle is an artist and a poet!

Keep in mind, Alley, Belle, and I are advocates for the Poor and Homeless, which can describe an aspect of Bohemianism. With the Dali Connection to just about everything in this blog, I am set free! I own a Great Artistic Liscence that might allow me to get away with murder! It is the antithesis of O.J.’s Glove.

“Look your Honor. Everything fits! It’s all tied together. It’s as if Art is God, and God looked down on Mr. Presco and said………..”In him, I am well pleased! Did not God send Belle to Jon so he can render the most important, redeeming, and beautiful works of art?”

“Art itself has set Mr. Presco free. There is nothing more We Mere Men of Justice can do in this case. We are out of Presco’s league!

“Curses! I loath the Patriarchy!”

“Dali is dead! Long live the Savior of the Art World!”

I have tried hating Belle for what she did. She sicked the Hounds of Hell on me. But was it her mother’s voice that rose up from Hades, and………..

“Forgive my dear Belle. Blame it on Venus in Retrograde, and The Descent of Inanna. Behold -Belle! Not my daughter. Not my creation. But, the Labyrinth Dancer!”

Le Femme Fatal in Rosamond’s Labyrinth

Posted on January 30, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press


Rena had to have read several blogs where I talk about Ronald Schwary optioning the second biography about my late sister, the world famous artist, Rosamond. Rena had to have read my concerns about the lies told about my family being broadcast on the silverscreen, and thus, viewed by tens of millions of people who would not believe anything in my biography because my story never made it to the big time. This fight for ‘First Story Out’ began hours after Christine drowned. The Rosamond Movie was being pushed at Christine’s funeral, which had a theme that my friend coined;

“Don’t let the Dream die!”

Rosemary Rosamond had been wooed by the idea she would portrayed by an actress in the movie about her daughter. Who would play my mother, Faye Dunaway? The possibility that Rena contacted Stacey Pierrot in order to be the new vehicle for the movie they have on hold, is a real possibility. Vicki said Pierrot wanted Vicki to ask me to take down my vanished blog that contained the book review of Snyder’s awful biography ‘When You Close Your Eyes’. In this book Snyder says Rosemary had an incestuous relationship with one of her sons. Rosemary had two sons.

This theme is the one Pierrot has really been working, because it disqualifies, me, besmirches my character, suggests there is a covert agenda I and my mother owned in order to keep me in the Family Spotlight as a five year old artist, and thwart the art of Rosamond through terrible abuse, a tag-team of abuse.

Another motive for Rena filing a false police report, is to thwart the revelations I have been posting about the real incest in my family, that might lead to a suggestion Rena was sexually abused by her alcoholic father. As a survivor of incest, who has been in hypnotherapy, and attended Incest Survivor’s meetings, I know how threatening it is, how painful it is, and how damaging it is to be brought out of the Darkness.

The last time I saw Rosemary, who died in 1997, she came on to me, as usual. She did her best to seduce me, and failed. However this is covert sexual abuse. I was physically overtly incested by my father when I was around three and half years of age. He was left in charge of me because I was sick while Rosemary took my siblings somewhere.

Three days ago I wanted to make peace with my brother Mark, give him one more chance to be the brother he had not been for a very long time. Once again I came to the very real possibility Rosemary had succeeded with Mark, where she failed with me. My brother has not been available to anyone. He disappeared two years ago.

Knowing I was getting sober, and no longer trying to kill myself, Rosemary called me at the home I was renting from a sober sister in AA. Rosemary said this;

“You know….I’m the only one who could sexually please your brother. Do you get what I am saying to you?’

In the other room my roommate was having a major freakout, for when she answered the phone, she heard the ghost of her very abusive dead mother.”

“Well, who in the hell are you?”

Twice Rosemary sent Robbie over to intimidate Christine’s new boyfriend with a gun. Robbie is six months younger them me. He was a Screaming Eagle in Vietnam who did atrocious things. He and his buddies were renegades who wen out on their own can came back wearing a necklaces of Vietcong ears. within meeting minutes of meeting Robby, he took me outside, knocked me on my ass, and wanted to fight me. That my surviving siblings instigated, and inflamed outsiders war with me over Christine’s biography – is an outrage! They drew my daughter into this and destroyed our miracle. I have every reason to suspect these monster got to Rena.

The reason Rena apologized to me about being a “abusive girl” is because she has been following OUR STORY, and she saw that our narrative ended in the desert of Winnemucca when I reveal how quickly she transferred our bond over to my friend James – as planned twelve hours earlier, after I got a glimpse of the inner Rena, the Femme Fatal, who took delight in breaking her boyfriend’s heart. I’m talking about wicked delight, that scared the shit out of me!

When Rena sent her letter to me, she is telling me she wants our story to go on, but, can we skip over that part and go on to happier things. Well, we cant’ because this desire to destroy men might be an indication of incest!

In 1987 I called Rosemary on the phone and asked this question;

“Did your father incest you and that is the reason he was banished from the house!”

“Who told you that – aunt Lillian!”

Bingo…..the cat was out of the bag, but, not quite. Rosemary went on to tell me how she went to Oklahoma and confronted Royal Rosamond. She was in the Waves. She told me he admitted he had molested her in front of his friends. Allegedly Royal said this;

“Well, you don’t look the worse for wear!”
“He said this in front of his friends? How many friends were present?” I asked.
“About two or three!” Rosemary said.
“What was their reaction to what your father said?
“They laughed!”

This is where my descent into hell began. I had less then one year of sobriety. I had read books on co-Dependency and Incest. The rule is, pedophiles NEVER admit they sexually abused children – least in front of their peers! Rosemary had lied! Why? What is the truth?

When I went to Nebraska to see Rena, I had plans to ask her to marry me. If she had accepted, then she would have been Rosemary’s Step-daughter.

When I saw the women of Bijan (Sara Moon) I was blown away, because, Rosemary was the subliminal model. But, ultimately, Rena is the Muse because the painting I did of Rena Easton launched Rosamond’s career, and Bijans. There are other Rosamond imitators out there. For this reason, I am going to use the mother of two creative children as the vehicle of my story ‘Capturing Beauty’. Here is the archetypal ‘Rose of the World’ – gone bad! Here is the namesakes on Royal Rosamond’s grave – come back from the dead, to destroy those who promised her immortality on the silver screen, but instead – demonized her and her two artistic children.

The game is over. The Queen of Femme Fatals, will wear her rosy crown. The face that launched a thousand Rosamond prints, will don all the Rosy Masks and have her vengeance. Kali the mother destroyer, will call her beautiful children unto her, and lay waste to her competition. Rosamond…..Medusa! The bull at the center of the Labyrinth. Andromeda tied to a rock. Perseus and Pegasus. Medea and the Maenad ‘The Raving Ones’. Rena – unleashed! This is what the world wants to see – the rise and fall of lethal women.

In 1973, Christine Rosamond offered to teach me her style so I could have money and a home. I wish I had not turned her down in hindsight, because I might be able to get Rena back in my life, and she be my wife – at last! Together, we would have been a part of the Rosamond Sara Moon craze. But, the sad truth is, Rena already turned me down, my offer to come live in Nebraska where I would do paintings of her and become famous. How dare this ‘Janitor’ accuse me of defiling her life she has with cowboy who had no qualms about his wife working till she drops – as a janitor!

Rena married the wrong men, and now she blames me for being afraid and lonely? Bullshit! How dare she depict me as a low-life scum-bag sneaking about in order to get just a taste of her beautiful and sexy life style. This is sex abuse, an attempt to publicly castrate me – for her and her husband’s own good! Rena began a cultural battle over her Red-neck hubby and the artist. By depicting me as a sub-human monster lurking about in the dark underground, Rena Christensen un-masked………The Phantom of the Opera!

Oh good for her! For this my story in regards to Art World and the Rose of the World, where Erik, the abused and deformed child – kills his abuser – and flees into the basement of the opera house. From here his GENIUS creates operatic masterpieces. He is the Muse-Angel of Muse-Music who inspires Christine, and she becomes a Star.

Erik take Christine into the labyrinth where we see a painting of Christine, a model of a stage, and a mannequin of Christine in a wedding dress. Erik has designs on Christine. He stalks her, and captures her. In the end, he gives her up, and she marries Raoul.

After I designed that ranch house for Rena and her husband, it hit me. I was making a doll house for my Muse – who I loved. I saw myself as Erik trying to Capture Beauty, because I am deformed due to the abuse I suffered as a child.

In the unmasking of Bijan, and the revelation he was hired by Red Baron Publishing to crab some Rosamond’s market and make unknown men rich, is the crux of the story of the Phantom, for I am the artist that began it all! It is me – who painted a large canvas of Rena Christensen in hope she would one day marry me.

To be threatened with arrest for making a doll house for Rena Easton, is profound beyond belief, for, here is the proof, that life imitates art! Rena is now down in the catacombs, enshrined in ‘The Muse Hall of Fame’. I have captured beauty, and here, she will forever remain. For Rena learned how to capture men’s souls, and never give them back. Just ask her.

Soon, my first love will sit down for a video taped interview and tell the world what it was like to fall in love with a real artist.

I hereby extend a hand of mutual recognition to Bijan Djamalzadeh, who seeks to create a legacy for his creative endeavors. May the Christine Rosamond, and Jon Presco legacy merge with Bijan. The story of how two severely abused children managed to become very creative people, is the miracle here!

Greg and Christine! Erik and Christine! Step forward – and take your bow!

“The two, Bijan and Christine were competing for gallery space at the same moments in time and so no ‘legacy’ yet existed.”

When Rena sent me her letter with the name Rosemond on the envelope, I wept, for Christine had kept her promise to Erik. Rena will be at my graveside. She will never forget me.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

“I can teach you my style. It’s easy. You too can be a success!”

She ended this declaration with her infamous cynical laugh and cackle that I wondered at it. Why was I being made this offer?

“It may not last, thus you have to hurry and make up your mind!” she added with aplomb. And now I knew I was in trouble, because on one in our family ever gave anyone anything without a thousand strings

“Christine.” I interrupted. “You don’t need my approval to be a famous artist. I am happy for your success that validates my own art, as I have been told art was a waste of time. You have proven it
was not. You have a success no one in the family has ever owned. This is great,”

To be clear, the photographer Sarah Moon, who’s work is shown here, is NOT the artist, Sara Moon (note the H in SaraH). The photographer is an ex-model who found her fortune the other side of the lens – and is well worthy of it for sure. ‘Sara Moon’ is the professional name of the Iranian born, German National, artist Bijan Djamalzadeh who was commissioned to paint in the style of Christine Rosamond by Red Baron Publishing in LA. Within two years he moved to Verkerke and his work became markedly different and is very different again today. The two, Bijan and Christine were competing for gallery space at the same moments in time and so no ‘legacy’ yet existed.

And anyway, very often, more than one person adopt similar styles and each make their own way and (if they are lucky) make their own living: Rosamond/Moon, Dylan/Donavon, Elvis/Cliff, Bush/Amos and so on.

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“My biopic on the artist Rosamond was optioned by Oscar-winning producer Ronald Schwary and my courtroom drama placed second out of three thousand scripts in the 2007 IndieProducer Screenplay Contest.”

Ronald L. Schwary was born on May 23, 1944 in the USA as Ronald Louis Schwary. He is a producer and assistant director, known for Medium (2005), Scent of a Woman (1992) and Meet Joe Black (1998).

Vicki Presco told me she read the rough draft of Julie Lynches biography of our late sister, Christine Rosamond. Mark Presco told me he read the draft of Tom Snyder’s biography about this world-famous artist known as Rosamond ‘The Rose of the World’. Both books were failures. There are two screen plays out there. Sandra Faulkner claimed she interviewed Christine just before she died for her book that never saw the light of day – after I pointed out these notes belonged to my two nieces. My family did not want Shannon Rosamond in control of the autobiography because she would own a podium from where she could broadcast her claims of abuse, too!

In my biography I reveal my mother Rosemary blessed Vicki and Mark’s take over the Rosamond Legacy, and the undermining of the surviving artists. Christine, Shannon, and myself had openly confronted Rosemary’s drunken abuse and her living vicariously through her gifted children. She constantly claimed we got our gifts from her. She told the un-gifted ones it was their turn to be in the creative limelight so Rosemary could claim this after-death success was her success, it all due to her blessing the normal ones who never went against mommy.

Stacey Pierrot invited other vain women to come and stare in our pool so Rosamond’s fans will fall in love with them. Pierrot introduced Faulkner’s ‘Love Match’ on her webpage in 1997. Vicki, the Christian, told me she hates Julie’s sexy treatment of our sister. I had no say so. Mark and Vicki had no knowledge our families real history. I hold them responsible for destroying our amazing legacy.

The Phantom of the Opera (French: Le Fantôme de l’Opéra) is a novel by French writer Gaston Leroux. It was first published as a serialisation in Le Gaulois from September 23, 1909 to January 8, 1910. It was published in volume form in April 1910 by Pierre Lafitte.[1] The novel is partly inspired by historical events at the Paris Opera during the nineteenth century and an apocryphal tale concerning the use of a former ballet pupil’s skeleton in one of the Paris Opera’s productions.[2] Nowadays, it is overshadowed by the success of its various stage and film adaptations. The most notable of these are the 1925 film depiction featuring Lon Chaney, Sr and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s 1986 musical.

Plot summary[edit]

Christine Daaé travels with her father, a famous fiddler, throughout Europe and plays folk and religious music. When Christine was six years old, her mother died and her father was taken to rural France by a patron, Professor Valerius.

While Christine was a child her father told her many stories about the “Angel of Music,” who is the personification of musical inspiration. Christine meets and befriends the young Raoul, Viscount of Chagny. One of Christine and Raoul’s favourite stories is one of Little Lotte, a girl who is visited by the Angel of Music and possesses a heavenly voice.

Christine now lives with ‘Mamma’ Valerius, the elderly widow of her father’s benefactor. She eventually is given a position in the chorus at the Paris Opera House (Palais Garnier). She begins hearing a beautiful, unearthly voice which sings to her and speaks to her. She believes this must be the Angel of Music and asks him if he is. The Voice agrees and offers to teach her “a little bit of heaven’s music.” The Voice, however, belongs to Erik, a physically deformed and mentally disturbed musical genius who was one of the architects who took part in the construction of the opera house. He is in love with Christine.

Christine triumphs at the gala on the night of the old managers’ retirement. Her old childhood friend, Raoul, hears her sing and recalls his love for Christine. He then hears the “Angel of Music” speaking to Christine. Some time after the gala, the Paris Opera performs Faust, with the prima donna Carlotta playing the lead, against Erik’s wishes. In response to a refused surrender of Box Five to the Opera Ghost, Carlotta loses her voice and the grand chandelier plummets into the audience.

After the accident, Erik kidnaps Christine, takes her to his home (the cellars) and reveals his true identity. He plans to keep her there for a few days, hoping she will come to love him. Christine begins to find herself attracted to her abductor. But she causes Erik to change his plans when she unmasks him and, to the horror of both, beholds his face, which according to the book, resembles the face of a rotting corpse. Erik goes into a frenzy, stating she probably thinks his face is another mask, and whilst digging her fingers in to show it was really his face he shouts, “I am Don Juan Triumphant!” before crawling away, crying. Fearing that she will leave him, he decides to keep her with him forever, but when Christine requests release after two weeks, he agrees on condition that she wear his ring and be faithful to him.

On the roof of the opera house, Christine tells Raoul that Erik abducted her. Raoul promises to take Christine away to a place where Erik can never find her. Raoul tells Christine he shall act on his promise the next day, to which Christine agrees. She, however, has pity for Erik and will not go until she has sung a song for him one last time. Christine then realises the ring has slipped off her finger and has fallen into the street somewhere. She begins to panic, but neither is aware that Erik has been listening to their conversation and that he has become extremely jealous.

The following night, Erik kidnaps Christine during a production of Faust and tries to force Christine to marry him. He states that if she refuses, he will use explosives (which he has planted in the cellars) to destroy the entire opera house. Christine refuses, until she realises that Erik learned of Raoul’s attempt to rescue her and has trapped Raoul in a hot torture chamber (along with The Persian, an old acquaintance of Erik who was going to help Raoul.) To save them and the people above, Christine agrees to marry Erik. Erik initially tries to drown Raoul,using the water which would have been used to douse the explosives. But Christine begs and offers to be his “living bride,” promising him not to kill herself after becoming his bride, as she had both contemplated and attempted earlier in the novel. Erik eventually rescues Raoul from his torture chamber. When Erik is alone with Christine, he lifts his mask to kiss her on her forehead, and is given a kiss back. Erik reveals that he has never received a kiss (not even from his own mother) or has been allowed to give one and is overcome with emotion. He lets Christine go and tells her, “Go and marry the boy whenever you wish,” explaining, “I know you love him.” She leaves on the condition that when he dies she will come back and bury him.

Being an old acquaintance, The Persian is told these secrets by Erik, and upon his express request, The Persian advertises Erik’s death in a newspaper about three weeks later. The cause of the death is revealed to be a broken heart, and as promised, Christine returns to bury Erik and gives him back the ring.

Rosamond ‘Mistress of the Labyrinth’

Posted on February 20, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press


Above we see a genealogy published in 1947, the year Christine Rosamond Benton, was born. It shows the Scarlet Thread Line descending from the royalty of Crete where the great labyrinth was made. The ritual practiced within was conducted by the “mistress of the labyrinth”………The Rose of the World?

On this day, February 20, 2013, I declare Rosamond Clifford the embodiment of the Labyrinth Mistress, and a Mistress of the Holy Grail.

You also see the descent from the Milesian Kings from who the Kings of Ireland descend. Cretans migrated to Miletus.

I was good friends of Keith and Brian Purvis whose mother was an O’Neill. Keith, who was Christine’s lover, claimed his kindred were the O’Neill Kings who are associated with the Red Hand of Ulster. Brian was Rosemary’s lover. Brian tried to kidnap Rena on Pismo Beach. Rena was Rosamond’s Muse, and reminds me of Angelena Little the Celtic singer. The O’Neill DNA wanted to form a blood-bond with the Rosamond women.

The poet Swineburne was obsessed with Fair Rosamond. William Morris, who was a great influence upon J.R. Tolkein, dedicated his poems to Rossetti who did a painting of Fair Rosamond ‘In Defence of Guenevere’. Here are the Lords of the Celtic Ring of Fire.

In the claim I filed in Rosamond’s probate, I employ these poets and artists, and this ancient history, to make my case that the creative legacy I founded as a boy should not be sold to outsiders, but, should remains in my family so that we may add to these legends that even today decide who is worthy of sitting on thrones.

The Rosamond family lived in Feangh where a Red Hand King had camped. James Rosamond fled Ireland to Canada after a battle with a gang of Catholics. In Arcadia the Roamond Woolen Mill was founded. The Red Thread had come to the New Found Land. Here is a Red Thread Family larger, more powerful, and richer then anything Alan C. Fox can muster with all his millions. We have overcome the world!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2013

A ship with shields before the sun,
Six maidens round the mast,
A red-gold crown on every one,
A green gown on the last.

The fluttering green banners there
Are wrought with ladies’ heads most fair,
And a portraiture of Guenevere
The middle of each sail doth bear.

A ship with sails before the wind,
And round the helm six knights
Their heaumes are on, whereby, half blind,
They pass by many sights.

The tatter’d scarlet banners there,
Right soon will leave the spear-heads bare,
Those six knights sorrowfully bear
In all their heaumes some yellow hair.

Morris, William. The Defence of Guenevere,

One of Swinburne’s earliest works about love is Rosamond, a drama in the Elizabethan style, but one that employs a medieval setting and real historical figures as characters. Published in 1860, this play is extra-ordinarily significant for the poet’s future themes and artistic development. Rosamond possesses many of the virtues of Swinburne’s later tragedy Chastelard, which has attracted somewhat more critical attention, but the earlier work is usually dismissed as a mere Pre-Raphaelite exercise. Both plays, however, prove inspired throughout by Swinburne’s youthful enchantment with courtly love topoi. In these dramas we can discern the depth of his fascination with the topoi of medieval romance and tourbadour poetry, as well as their effect [37/38] on his treatment of the carnal and the ideal aspects of his constant theme, love.

“In 1825, in the village of Fenagh in county Leitrim in Ireland, a gang of Catholic youths attacked the Rosamond home. The Rosamonds were staunch Protestants. James, aged 20 (born 1805) and his brother Edward, aged 15, attempted to protect their mother. A shot was fired by Edward and a youth was dead. The boys fled to Canada. James went to Merrickville where he worked for James Merrick as a weaver. Edward, still fearing arrest, worked his way eventually to Memphis, Tennessee.”

Magnus, son of Muirchertach Muimnech (from the Annals of Connacht), wrote in 1244:
Fedlimid mac Cathail Chrobdeirg made an immense hosting eastwards into Brefne against O Raigillig, to avenge his fosterson and kinsman, Tadc O Conchobair. They encamped for a night at Fenagh.,_County_Leitrim

Milesians are a people figuring in Irish mythology. The descendants of Míl Espáine (which is the Irish form of Latin Miles Hispaniae, “Soldier of Hispania”), they were the final inhabitants of Ireland invading the country from Iberia, and were believed to represent the Goidelic (or Gaelic) Celts.
The Lebor Gabála (Book of Invasions — probably first written in the second half of the 11th century AD) describes the origin of the Gaelic people. They descended from Goídel Glas, a Scythian who was present at the fall of the Tower of Babel, and Scota, a daughter of a pharaoh of Egypt[1]. Two branches of their descendants left Egypt and Scythia at the time of the Exodus of Moses, and after a period of wandering the shores of the Mediterranean (including sustained settlements at Miletus and Zancle) arrived in the Iberian Peninsula, where they settled after several battles. One of them, Breogán, built a tower at a place called Brigantia (probably in the coast of Galicia, near A Coruña (Corunna), which was then “Brigantia” (today Betanzos) and where a Celtic tribe called “Brigantes” is attested in ancient times — see Tower of Hercules) from the top of which he, or his son Íth, first saw Ireland.[1][2]
Cretan period
Beginning at about 1900 BC artifacts of the Minoan civilization acquired by trade arrived at Miletus.[5] For some centuries the location received a strong impulse from that civilization, an archaeological fact that tends to support but not necessarily confirm the founding legend—that is, a population influx, from Crete. According to Strabo:[6]
Ephorus says: Miletus was first founded and fortified above the sea by Cretans, where the Miletus of olden times is now situated, being settled by Sarpedon, who brought colonists from the Cretan Miletus and named the city after that Miletus, the place formerly being in possession of the Leleges.
The Red Branch Knights had a passion for building great duns or forts, many of which remain to this day, and excite the wonder and awe of visitors. Besides Emain itself, there is the majestic fort of Dun-Dalgan, Cuculainn’s residence, a mile west of the present town of Dundalk. This dun consists of a high mound surrounded by an earthen rampart and trench, all of an immense size, even in their ruined state; but it has lost its old name, and is now called the Moat of Castletown, while the original name Dundalgan, slightly altered, has been transferred to Dundalk.
The Red Hand of Ulster (in Irish: Lámh Dhearg Uladh) is a symbol used in heraldry[1] to denote the Irish province of Ulster. It is an open right hand coloured red, with the fingers pointing upwards, the thumb held parallel to the fingers, and the palm facing forward. It is less commonly known as the Red Hand of O’Neill.[2] Its origins are said to be attributed to the mythical Irish figure Labraid Lámh Dhearg[1] (Labraid of the Red Hand), and appear in other mythical tales passed down from generation to generation in the oral tradition. The symbol is rooted in Irish Gaelic culture and is particularly associated with the Uí Néill clan of Ulster. In some versions, a left hand is used and/or the thumb is opened (such as Tyrone GAA’s crest).
[edit] Mythical origins
It is generally accepted that this Irish Gaelic symbol originated in pagan times and was first associated with the mythical figure Labraid Lámh Dhearg or Labraid Lámderg (Labraid of the Red Hand).[1]
According to one myth, the kingdom of Ulster had at one time no rightful heir. Because of this it was agreed that a boat race should take place (possibly in Strangford Lough) and that “whosoever’s hand is the first to touch the shore of Ulster, so shall he be made the king”.
One potential king so desired the kingship that, upon seeing that he was losing the race, he cut off his hand and threw it to the shore — thus winning the kingship. The hand is most likely red to represent the fact that it would have been covered in blood. According to some versions of the story, the king who cut off his hand belonged to the Uí Néill clan, which apparently explains its association with them. Another variation of this story concludes that it was none other than Niall of the Nine Hostages who severed his own hand in order to win his crown from his brother.
The surname O’Neill is an Anglicization of the original Gaelic Ua Néill, composed of the elements ua, meaning “grandson” or “descendant,” and of the Gaelic name Niall. The meaning of the Niall is disputed, but has been suggested as “cloud”, “passionate” or “champion”.[1] The progenitor of the family is said to be Niall Noigiallach of the Nine Hostages, which legend claims was the High King of Ireland in the fifth century. However, it was the grandsons of Niall Glúndub, himself a descendant of Niall Noigiallach that lived in the tenth century, that would have been the first to use the surname.

Ros son of Feargus Fairge

For centuries, the myth of the Míl Éspaine and the Milesians was used in Ireland to win and secure dynastic and political legitimacy. For example, in his Two bokes of the histories of Ireland (1571), Edmund Campion tried to use the myth to establish an ancient right of the British monarch to rule Ireland. In A View of the Present State of Ireland, Edmund Spenser accepted and rejected various parts of the myth both to denigrate the Irish of his day and to justify English colonisation of Ireland in the 1590s (at the height of the Anglo-Spanish war).[5]

Greek mythology did not recall, however, that in Crete there was a Lady or mistress who presided over the Labyrinth, although the goddess of mysteries of Arcadian cults was called Despoine (miss).[12] A tablet inscribed in Linear B found at Knossos records a gift “to all the gods honey; to the mistress of the labyrinth honey.” All the gods together receive as much honey as the Mistress of the Labyrinth alone. The Mycenean Greek word is potnia. “She must have been a Great Goddess,” Kerényi observes.[13] It is possible that the Cretan labyrinth and the Lady were c

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1 Response to The Labyrinth of Rosamond

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Dion DeSantis is not captured in Rosamond’s Labyrinth from where he will never return – to sanity! The Ghost of Walt pursues him with the head of Medusa!

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