Royal Rose Of The World 3

Royal Rose Of The World

Chapter Three – A Family Of Foundlings

“The days of taking everything from me, and mentally torturing me, are over.”

I have come to believe Mary Magdalene hated Royal for what happened to her sister Eutrophia and the Brown family. Mary took my grandfather’s family from him. Aunt Lillian told me he came to see his four daughters a year after he was gone. He came to say goodbye. Royal was gone, but in the scheme of things, revenge always find a way of visiting the second and third generation. How the four Rosamond sisters escaped the Wrath of Mary, is the untold story here, that only I sought to capture, because it is clear to me I would be punished, in some eternal Catholic manner. For Mary came from a devout Catholic family who rescued the Order of Saint Francis after being forced to flee the to the New World to escape the Wrath of Bismark. Instead of dealing and healing this family tragedy, my newfound daughter I did not know I had, was employed to heal her mother’s family, who were left as orphans when their mother jumped off a cliff in Laguna Beach, ending her life.

When I went to visit my sister, I found negatives in an envelope put in victor’s photo box. After getting them developed, I beheld the mysterious Eutrophia, the sister of my grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond, who allegedly was murdered by her husband because he had a metal plate in his head after being wounded in World War One. We met Eutrophia’s sons Harold and Robert, on several occasions in Ojai. We were told not to ask questions. However, who is that little girl in the photos? Did Brown kill this child when he killed his wife? What became of this child?

For months I puzzled over this, phantom child. I then applied the truth I discovered that my mother, Rosemary Rosamond duplicated much of their mother’s life. Mary was a Leo and a very powerful woman. Her four beautiful daughters held her in awe, and dare not speak ill of her – even after she died. What was the hold she had over her children? I long wondered why Rosemary let Victor work his two sons like slaves. After the divorce, Rosemary worked her sons the same way. We were expendable. We had to run the house, do chores, tend to Rosemary’s emotional crisis. Out father was vilified – in our face! We were made to feel unwanted! Our mother expressed deep resentment that she was stuck with us by that bastard! Mark was told he had to support his mother in her old age, because she was forced to go to work – before Vic was out of the house! In studying the photos of Eutrophia, I saw that she was distressed, but hid her anguish within. In these photos someone has hung a sheet up as a backdrop, and Eutrophia is posing for a portrait. I considered the postcards that were made of Mary, and the campers on Anacapa Island. I studied the farm, and realized this was taken during the Depression. These people are very hungry! They are very desperate. Perhaps Eutrophia’s beauty will save the day. If one could only capture it! No such luck! Not like my sister, Christine Rosamond, who took up art because she had a three year old child to support, and was on Welfare! When Rosamond was famous and rich, she overstocked her house with food, because we were always hungry. Christine was convinced Rosemary kept us hungry on purpose, in order to control us. She would tell us she considered putting us up for adoption, she reminding us constantly how she sacrificed her life for us!

Here is what I believe happened. Eutrophia, her husband, and their little girl, got into their car, and drove away, leaving the two boys to fend for themselves. They walked to Mary’s house, and knocked on the door. They were abandoned! Mary had no choice. Her daughters knew what had happened to their cousins. She took them in, as if she was a church, the church of Mary Magdalene. Two days ago I talked to Marilyn on the phone for two hours about how we met, how everyone was against our forming a bond. We concluded that in our past life we were a Father, and a Nun, who fell deeply in love with one another. Marilyn looks like Mary, and we talked when were were fifteen and sixteen about her being my Mary Magdalene. At sixteen she gave me ‘The Last Temptation of Jesus Christ’ to read. After my death experience, I was very poor, and lost. Then, the most beautiful woman I had ever beheld walks out of a dark doorway, and asks if she could walk with me. She has been by my side, ever since. She is my beautiful Muse, who I did two portraits of in hope I could own the money to marry her, my Rena Christina. I am working on a video of my story ‘The birth of Venus’. It is more then a masterpiece. It is the Birth of the Rose of the World. My grandmother was an object of worship.

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Tarzan and Boy are Foundlings. On April 6 1998 I wrote Judge Richard Silver who was handling the probate of my late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, and declared my family was a Family of Foundlings. With the astounding discovery I made, that Edgar Rice Burroughs was a cousin of my uncle Vincent Rice, I believe I can launch a lawsuit stating my Copyright was violated, and, there was a conspiracy to keep me from finishing and publishing my Recovery Novel, that had a happy ending when my sixteen year old daughter came into my life. I did not know I was a father. Heather Hanson was lured away from me. He mother disappeared her when she was seventeen – and still a minor. When I met with my daughter to sign papers to make Heather my Trustee after inheriting money from Uncle Vinny, her new lover, and aunt Linda Comstock, prepared to ask me and my sober sister to invest in a Bar&Grill they had in mind. Flip was a bartender and cook. He was prepared to cook at Vicki’s house, and, set up a bar. I told Heather and her mother I was a Nazarite, and my sober auto-biography was going to be about two creative siblings – getting sober! I assured them I was not trying to convert anyone. I told them I began my recovery ‘Bonds With Angels’ two years before Christine died. I have compared Foundling to the Nazarite Children. Samson kills a lion, while Tarzan befriends one. We do see Tarzan about to kill a lion in a poster. Tarzan has a mate name JANE, and they have a child named JACK which is a form of JOHN. I was named after JOHN THE BAPTIST who was a Nazarite for life, and was a Nazarite while in his mother’s womb. Elizabeth was bid to sustain from drinking. I was bid to find a Higher Power as a member of AA. I declared myself a Nazarite in 1988.

When I met Heather and Patrice Hanson for the first time I brought a copy of Lawrence Gardener’s book to show them what kind of book I was writing. I talked about Grail Bloodlines and genealogies. The Da Vinci Code was published in 2003. Snyder’s bio of Christine was not published in 2000 but in 2001. I end my letter to Judge Richard Silver with this declaration. Proving there was no looting going on in Christine’s home after the funeral, I told the truth…

“This harpy is a damn liar!” The truth has been made manifest. I was born to author a biography of my family, that would have save the legacy of Rosamond – a name I clearly copyrighted! I have strengthened the FAMILY BRAND. Below are emails I sent Patrice Hanson wherein I mention I sent her the beginning of my first book ‘Bonds With Angels’. My sisters claimed they saw a blue angel standing at the foot of their bed when they six and ten. I filed a Judicial Complaint against Silver. Dan Brown writes fiction. My fight over our Rose Grail Line – is real! Linda Comstock saw my daughter – as her daughter – until Heather decided to keep her baby she was going to name Lily-Rose, after my mother and her sister. Why not….Roslinda? Linda wanted my daughter to be her Sister-Daughter – and DRINKING BUDDY! Her rich husband, and his rich drinking buddies – were eyeballing my minor child. When Tyler Hunt was born – his father threw him away! I was now both grandfather and father to this – FOUNDLING BOY – that Heather, Patrice, and Linda wanted to give to raging drunk – Bill Cornwall – and his father, because, Bill could not sire a child. I blame Robert Buck, Sydney Morris, and Silver for creating this evil rivalry, when they SOLD my family history and legacy to outsiders, ending all idea of Sober Family Solutions. Indeed, The Buck Team opened up my Rose Line to an invasion of un-related wanna-bes. Wasn’t there a hit show based upon The War of the Roses? There was a Stark clan – and two dragons in The Game of Thrones. Here’s our Stark Line.

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I believe Royal Rosamond was an aspiring photographer and captured this image of the destitute Brown family. I am sure this Socialist was impressed when Eutrophia took over the wheel and was taught to drive while out in the great Midwest. Bill and I worshiped John Steinbeck who would have loved Rosy, the nickname his friends gave him. When I met Rena Christensen-Easton, I saw my grandmother and her husband come to dwell on the earth one again. Time we would get it right. We had a second chance. Above is a photo of the last block on Washington Street that ends where the Venice Pier begins. In the 70s, every Friday and Saturday night young men whose girlfriends were knockouts, came here for a impromptu beauty contest. I do not know if this was going on when I met Rena in July of 10970. She was hiding in the dark doorway of one of these establishments at 3:00 A.M. in the morning. Her boyfriend had driven from Grand Island Nebraska to Los Angeles. I suspect he wanted to get his lover in the movies, or, perhaps, Playboy? Rena was waiting fore someone to come along – that she could trust. After calling the Venice Muscle Men “fags” they chased him down the boardwalk, caught up with this Cornhusker, a mile away, and put him in the hospital. Rena saw the muscle guys return, and waited, and waited for her boyfriend. She spent all her money buying cokes until the bar closed at 2:00 A.M. She saw Michael and I walk by, and, the soon to be most highest paid artist in the world, the famous……’Rosamond’. Rena watched me stop, while my sister continued to the end of the pier with her lover. Feeling left out, I looked down on the crashing waves, and asked; “Where are you? The love of my life?” I was calling to my new Muse because two days earlier I met with Marilyn for an hour, and she said we were through. She was my Twin Flame, a term I only learned about six months ago. Marilyn and I are dear friends today.

Rena watched the world famous artist to be, and future sister-in-law of the ex-wife of Thomas Pynchon, coming back her way. I walked twenty feet ahead. I was Christine’s teacher. She would give me credit for her amazing success. When she came at me from the dark doorway, I gasped. I looked, and could not catch my breath. Not but an arm’s length away, is the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I had to look away, if just to compose myself.

“Can I walk with you?” this apparition asked. I wanted to speak of the obvious, tell her there and then she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. This was the TRUTH! Who could believe it? Why me?!!!

“Of course! I was expecting you?” This is what came out of me.

“What do you mean by that?” This sea creature inquired, she scouring the interior of my soul in search of any foul hidden agendas.

“I was looking down on the waves, asking where she was, the love of my life! Don’t be afraid, I am a hopeless romantic.”

“Oh! Rena said.

When Christine saw the painting I did of Rena two years later, she took up art. When Christine Rosamond Benton came up to us, I introduced her to my family. “Christine. This is…….?” “Rena.” This fateful meeting took place at three in the morning. Michael would buy Christine her first art supplies. His brother was married to my younger sister. This is a creative family – event!

* * *

In six days, the first movie made from a Pynchon book, will premiere on the silver screen. ‘Inerent Vice’ takes place in Venice. It is about a PI who is visited by his beautiful ex. Consider the Playboy Beauty who drove West to get a contract with Ken Kesey to author her screenplay she had in mind. She was raised in the same town Rena was, Grand Island Nebraska. Consider the dangerous Alley Gang and Belle Burch, whom I asked to marry me so she could have these famous folks in her family tree, because, I am in need of a Bohemian Heir. This is the REAL Inherent Vice.

Last night I heard the Moody Blues perform this song on T.V. I heard it many time before, but, after learning about the Twin Flames, it was like hearing it for the first time. From what I gather from our recent communications, Rena has no appreciation for the incredible scene she starred in for 48 hours. Very wealthy men come from all over the world – for just a taste! I know Rena thinks no one noticed her, but, when you win the contest, it is gauche to look at Beauty directly. I had trouble – after she chose me. In the contest held on this block, you saw the hottest women in L.A. There were blonde Aryan Couples with matching pure blue eyes. But, here come the Chicano dudes with the most stunning women you have ever seen. I have to laugh!

The palm trees, the tan surfer, the perfect sunsets, and the most Beautiful Woman in the world – who is you! And, somehow, this is what you came here for, and its all…… icky-pooh! Then, I happen along! In hind sight, the Strong Men of Venice helped me become a legendary hero. Didn’t Hercules judge a beauty contest? We know Paris did. For years I have said this about Rena: “Her beautiful face launched a thousand Rosamond prints. It is coming back to me. Wings and the t-shirt store were once a bar.

The door Rena came out of says “t-shirts” in red print. Rena married Admiral Sir Ian Easton who entered ‘White Crusader’ in America’s Cup. That is the White Crusader racing America’s entry in the photo above. Did Rena marry the real James Bond? My Muse and I went swimming at Monte Rio Beach about ten times. She would not allow me in the water with her because she put on a show, a beauty contest, that blew the competition out of the water. I title her a Kraken. Before she sent me her long letter she wrote on Christmas, I found her house she lives in pictured above. She informed me she was with her second husband living on a hill overlooking his cattle ranch. They were divorced. She lied.

I have depicted Rena as the American Eagle. Look at her eyes! To see Miss U.S.A swoop on stage as this eagle, blew my mind. She was going for the Redneck Tea Party vote. I think Rena wanted to slip me in her back pocket with the other Trophy-Lovers she collected. Then she read her seventeen year old self – was still the star of my show! At sixty-one, she got very possessive. What a trip! With Thomas Hart Benton’s collaboration with John Steinbeck, we are looking at Great California Love Story. When we went to get her things at this pad on the beach, one of the dudes who lived there, was on acid. He made whistling sounds, held out his finger and said;

“Come pretty bird! Come sit on my finger!”

This Pretty Bird would become Victoria Rosemond Bond, when I found out Rena had married an Admiral and lived on the Isle of Wight. In a letter, my muse told me she had committed a million poems to memory. I had just seen the movie ‘The Accountant’ who had a photographic memory, There was allot of talk about the new James Bond movie, and I toyed with the idea I had a candidate – and new idea! I did not fully realize I was becoming a Black Mask Author. I now suspect I am the embodiment of Royal Rosamond, and have been since my near-death experience in 1967. This Hippe – died – and came back!

“I know who you think I am, but I am not he. My name is Victoria, Theresa, Bond, the granddaughter of Teresa Bond, the wife of James………….Bond. And, now you know!” I changed my Bond characters name several times, and settled on Victoria Rosemond Bond. She is the granddaughter of Tracy Bond. Her mother dropped her off at the College of Heraldry to be raised by the custodian couple. She was a Dust at the age of three, the age she started to committing to memory a million cote of arms. She did not have access to a radio of T.V. At LeRosey she is a star because she can tell her peers who they are related to. When it became clear she was a Slave of the British Empire, she was moved up the ranks. She was seen as a Black Widow Blackmailer who had damaging information – on everyone who is somebody.

Sabrina Victoria Eastman could not get to Osborne House fast enough. When she got behind the wheel of her 1961 Jaguar she named ‘Grey Cloud’ the young women who picked her up at the airport tried not to show that she had been warned. She was two shades a pale grey when they arrived at the palace built for Victoria and Albert. She tried to keep up on unsteady legs. The blood was returning to her hands now that she unloosened her grip. As they made their way into the basement she realized she had an experience better than sex. She was a virgin. All her blood veins were alive with an energy she did not know existed. She felt adventurous, and nauseous. She knew she would never be the same.

At the stainless steel door, Sabrina stopped, pointed up, and asked; “What does that say?” It says……….”I can tell that you are quite left-leaning.”

“Why is it there?” Sabrina asked.

“To remind us to never underestimate anyone. And, never think for a second a whacked-out poet-artist and Bohemian type, is not a true patriot.”

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1 Response to Royal Rose Of The World 3

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    The Accountant starring Ben Affleck, inspired me to write a James Bond book – that I hoped would become a movie. ““Come pretty bird! Come sit on my finger!”

    This Pretty Bird would become Victoria Rosemond Bond, when I found out Rena had married an Admiral and lived on the Isle of Wight. In a letter, my muse told me she had committed a million poems to memory. I had just seen the movie ‘The Accountant’ who had a photographic memory, There was allot of talk about the new James Bond movie, and I toyed with the idea I had a candidate – and new idea! I did not fully realize I was becoming a Black Mask Author. I now suspect I am the embodiment of Royal Rosamond, and have been since my near-death experience in 1967. This Hippe – died – and came back!

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