The False De-Nazification of Ukraine

When I died, I was shown The Kingdom of Truth. When I came back into the world, I beheld my two friends by the fire they lit on the beach to – warm me up! There was steam coming from my blue-jeans, at my knees. I was curled up in a fetal position. We then had to walk a mile to the car – in total darkness. When I look at this video of McClure’s Beach, I don’t know how I could – see! My friends could not. I led them by their hands. On Christmas Eve I found a small blue light on a key chain on my bathroom floor. My cat likes to take my things, hide them, and play with them. I have a collection of these lights. It helps me with my PTSD. I have several first-aid kits, to deal with my wounded hand – back then. I turn on these little lights to see if it would have made a difference.

In the Kingdom of Truth I beheld Beauty beyond compare. It was so very hard to be back. On the drive home a Swastika appeared on a cow lit up by the headlights. When I beheld Rena by a waterfall aop Mount Tamalpias, I beheld – Beauty beyond compare. I was in heaven again.

In the last hour, the lightbulb in my plastic Santa burned out. The wind is blowing. A great storm is brewing. We are on the brink of a big war. Huge evil lies have been told in order to keep evil men in power. Rena’s late husband flew off a British aircraft carrier in the Mediterranean, and got shot down by real Nazis. He was held prisoner by the Vichy government. Commodore Sir Ian Easton became the head of the British Defense Staff that was founded by Winston Churchill. Who President Zelensky was compared to after he came to the United States. This is a profound coincidence – to say the least. It is a date with destiny. Republican’ and Russian trolls are degrading Zelensky, and bashing our President’s support of him. The God of the Kingdom of Truth – has chosen a side!

War has – it’s own beauty. Why is this – historically – the truth? It is….The Last Temptation. I can assure you God has been looking for a way to prevent a nuclear war. He did not invent nuclear weapons. I beheld His conventual armies – coming out of the sea! Here is a video of the rocky ledge my feet dangled over after my hard shoes slipped at the zenith, and I slid about twenty feet. There were two sea lions on the rock below. My largest thought, was….they are going to witness my fall. Then I felt the great pain from the wound in the palm of my hand – with much blood. I went into shock and could barely move. My two friends had to hold on to me as we crossed this bridge in the rock.

Make a war banner of Five Stars on a blue field, and put it on a lance. It is 8:05 A.M. December 27, 2022. Prepare for battle!

John ‘The Second Noah’


Helen of Britania

Posted on June 28, 2016 by Royal Rosamond Press



Zelensky, Churchill
President of Ukraine Volodymyr Zelensky addressing a joint meeting of Congress in the House Chamber of the U.S. Capitol on December 21, 2022, in Washington, DC, and U.K. Prime Minister Winston Churchill visiting the White House in 1941. While conservative pundits criticized Zelensky’s choice of clothing, some compared him to Churchill wearing a siren suit during a visit to the White House in December 1941.GETTY IMAGES

While many conservatives raged against Zelensky over his decision to appear at such a high-profile meeting wearing “war casual,” as writer and podcaster V.F. Castro described it, others drew a parallel between the Ukrainian leader’s attire and Winston Churchill’s historic appearance at a White House during World War II in a siren suit.

“If you’re upset by Zelensky in his olive drab fatigues today, wait till you see Winston Churchill wearing his air raid outfit to the White House,” wrote a Twitter user sharing historic images of Churchill visiting the White House in 1941.


In December 1941, as the war raged on in Europe, the then-British Prime Minister visited the White House wearing a practical, military-style one-piece item of clothing—the siren suit, or “romper suit,” as Churchill preferred to call it—which he often wore during the years of war.

The idea behind the siren suit was that Churchill could easily slip it over his clothes in the event of an air raid, which were common in London and the rest of the U.K. between 1940 and 1941—but the suit became more of a symbol than just a practical piece of clothing.


The same can be said for Zelensky’s “uniform,” the army-green T-shirts and sweatshirts he’s been wearing during public appearances since the beginning of the war.

After Russia’s invasion of Ukraine began on February 24, Zelensky has quickly shed the uniform of the politician—suit and tie—to embrace a style of clothing that put him closer to Ukrainians fighting off Russian troops.

Zelensky has stuck to this attire—a statement of solidarity with the Ukrainian people—through high-profile interviews, official speeches (including to the European and the British Parliament) and his recent visit to the front-line city of Bakhmut in the Donetsk oblast.

British Defence Staff USA

Posted on August 2, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

Treacherous Republican-Christians, and their disgraced ex-president, tried to end our alliance with Britain, formed by the artist , Winston Churchill.

John Presco

British Defence Staff in the USA

Location:USAPart of:Ministry of Defence

The Ministry of Defence (MOD) protects the security, independence and interests of our country at home and abroad.

We work with our allies and partners whenever possible. Our aim is to ensure that the armed forces have the training, equipment and support necessary for their work.

The MOD works with the United States on joint overseas operations and contingency planning, bilateral defence co-operation, interoperability and engages on defence trade.

Our team in the United States assists this work and communicates the broader transatlantic defence relationship, elevates the UK’s interests and reputation and provides high-quality advice and reporting to the UK on all aspects of defence business.


The MOD is responsible for: defending the UK and its overseas territories, providing strategic intelligence, providing nuclear deterrence, supporting civil emergency organisations in times of crisis, defending our interests by projecting power strategically and through expeditionary interventions, providing a defence contribution to UK influence and providing security for stabilisation.

The British Defence Staff in the United States comprises some 750 military and civilian MOD personnel based in over 30 states across the US. Their mission is to protect and advance the UK and its interests by reinforcing the transatlantic defence and security relationship.


Preserving global peace & security — The UK and the US co-operate to address the world’s most pressing security challenges.

Supporting trade and investment — Driving forward industry, the UK works with the US on facilitating defence trade and investment.

Co-operating in science, innovation, energy and higher education — The UK and the US collaborate in science and innovation; including advanced defence technologies.

Departments at post

The Portal of The Way

Posted on April 17, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

I have seen God. I have gone through the Portal of The Infinite Truth!

Below is the path I took to get to the rock at McLure’s Beach. Note the path in Leonardo’s painting. Note the portal in the rock above the cave. After falling on the zenith of the rock, my two friends had to help me down. I was bleeding profusely from a deep gash in the palm of my hand. They carried me over the land bridge that the sun sets in the back of, like the eye of God, whom I saw on the other side of this rock, sitting on a rock, with one sandal in the sea, and the other, on the sand. He had his back to me.

Seeing God, has long been a problem for me. Not seeing God, has long been a problem for you. And, that is that!

Jon ‘The Seer’

My Death And Seeing God

Posted on April 17, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

Going Into Shock & PTSD

Posted on August 12, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press


In 1987 I returned to McLure’s Beach and climbed the rock I fell on. I was utterly alone. There was no one in the parking lot, and thus no one for miles. I had gone thru the New Hope Program and had a year of sobriety. I had been in hypnotherapy. I had to do this.

I had not climbed but thirty feet, and was heading for the bridge, when I came upon a plaque nailed into the rock.


This plaque was not there in 1967, and the thought that six people who came after me, met their death, was otherworldly. I was entering The Land of the Known Dead. I thought about the collective grief of their families. Their tears had come here. I closed my eyes, took some deep breaths, told myself I can do this, and proceeded.

I do not think Keith and James knew I was going into shock, because they were in shock at seeing me wounded. The powerful dose was incapacitating. We could not walk. Like a heavy gravity we were pinned to the sand. We could only watch and wait until the inital impact subsided.

After James tried to wash my wound, and after I got soaking wet, I told him to leave me be. He went and sat with Keith about fifty feet away. I sat at the edge of the water listening to the strange sound that the gravel made as each wave receded. It sounded like many engines. All of a sudden landing craft were coming out of the ocean, and I was in the a middle of horrendous battle. A young man fell next to me, mortally wounded. When he died, and with his last breath, he uttered his last word;


I believe I was that soldier.

I watch that scene from Saving Private Ryan where the captain goes into a tunnel of silence. The engine of war is grating up and down my backbone. My teeth are chattering. I can not make it stop.


John ‘The Seer’

Posted on September 23, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press


Above is the cave Keith Purvis took me to with his kin and our mutual friends. It is located a hundred feet from the rock I fell on a year later. When I was authoring my theological novel ‘Where Art Thou?” I found myself sitting in front of this cave beholding ‘The Tree of Life’ in the back of this abyss, surrounded by a hundred galaxies. I had pondered God’s first question to the man and woman he created, and believed I had come upon the answer as to why Adam and Eve became invisible.

I had just finished reading Tolkien’s Ring Trilogy when Keith Purvis, James Taylor, and myself, set out for McClure’s Beach to drop Stanley Augustus Owsley’s latest and most powerful dose of LSD. On the beach, Keith suggested we each drop two doses. That was our first mistake. We had stopped and got some hotdogs and buns which was a cosmic joke, because you can’t eat anything – on two doses! We brought no water or soda – our second mistake. The date was February 11, 1967. It was unusually warm. However, the nights were still cold.

As we climbed the large rock at the end of the beach, I began to feel the effects of the LSD. I looked up to see Keith and James disappear into the sun that was setting atop the rock. I had a vision of us as Hobbits taking the Ring of invisibility to the mount to cast it in so we three could end the War in Vietnam.

When I stood up at the zenith, I was in a flash of bright white light. I lost my footing, and was tumbling down the rock. I put my hands out to stop my slide, and cried out as a sharp piece of rock tore into the palm of my hand. My feet were dangling over the edge. I looked down a hundred feet at the sea lions on a rock. I went into shock. I did not have the strength to pull myself up. That’s when I felt my friends grab the army shirt I was wearing, and pull me up. I looked at their eyes and they were black orbs due to the dilation of their pupils. They could barely move. We were in deep trouble for it was a treacherous climb up, and would now be a life and death struggle to get down. Keith and James had to hand me down to one another because my legs were gone. It took us a half hour to get down, and by that time, the LSD had become a monster. We had taken too much.

James tore up my army shirt to make a bandage for my wound that exposed a bone. He took me in the water to wash my wound, and we both got soaked by a wave. We had made the final mistake. The sun was setting, and it was getting cold. Then, I saw them, these beautiful white horses coming out of the waves. It was a very peaceful sight as I sat in the sand. Then, they came, with their beautiful banners flapping in the sea breeze. They contained the cote of arms of their noble families. My ancestors were amongst them. The Lords of Rougemont and Guyere, sent knights to capture Jerusalem. We were captured in battle and hung together on a gutter of a Crusader Castle we could not defend. We were left their for weeks, in our white tunics stained with blood.

Not once in my blogs have I mentioned John of Patmos. When I read Revelations many years later, I wondered. I wondered if we had fought the coming battle of Armageddon – and won! Had we prevented a worl war?

As the knights came out of the sea, row after row, I knew I was about to die. These knight meant business. All of sudden I felt and smelled their fear. People were going to die. These knights were riding into hell. Much blood would be shed. Why? I was powerless to stop them. I was wet and cold and going into shock. We had no warm blankets. And then I heard the helicopters and the tracks of the landing barges. I was in the present. I was in Vietnam.

Jon the Nazarite

Copyright 2012

To be continued

John of Patmos is the name given, in the Book of Revelation, as the author of the apocalyptic text that is traditionally canonized in the New Testament. According to the text of Revelation, John is living on the Greek island of Patmos, where by some, he is considered to be in exile as a result of anti-Christian persecution under Roman emperor Domitian.[1][2]

In Christian denominations, John of Patmos is regarded as a prophet and a saint who receives divine revelation. He has been referred to as John the Divine, John the Revelator, John the Theologian, Eagle of Patmos[3] and John the Seer.

The Death of Creative Siblings by the Sea

Posted on March 26, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press


Marilyn Reed bid me to see a woman, a Seer, and alas own a picture of how my late sister died. She asked me if I would abide by her findings. This is to say, what if I am wrong, and the written version by the hired ghost writers is correct?

Several days later, I remind Marilyn she asked me to get a reading at the Berkeley Psychic Insititute back in 1987 where a woman said this at the beginning of my two hour reading;

“You own your own creation. You died!”

In the second hour of the reading I got to ask questions. I began this reading as a skeptic, but, I did own a picture of where possibly my death took place.

“If it is true what you told me, where was I when I died?”

“You were on these beautiful rocks by the sea. You were in much pain. You had to let that pain go.”

My fall on a dramatic rock that buttressed into the sea at McClure’s Beach came to mind. My feet were hanging over the edge of a hundred foot drop. There was a bad gash in the palm of my hand. I could see my bone.

Yesterday I read Julie Lynch has sold an idea for a Televison series that might come out next year. She claimed a famous director bought her script about Christine Rosamond, several year ago.

“Before the Wave: The Life Story of Christine Rosamond
Not yet released
When the idealistic artist known as Rosamond defiantly emerges from a dark childhood, suppressed by abuse and alcoholism, and rockets to worldwide fame, becoming the world’s most published painter, she discovers that her road into the light is twisted, wrought with sabotage, and at the tips of her reach.”

Christine and I – DIED! I am dead to my family because they keep competing with one another and me in order to get close to the Fame & Money they hope outsiders will give them. I will never lay eyes on a family member again. You got to let us go. You got to stop feeding off us, feeding off the dead! Alcoholism is a disease. My sister died on her first sober birthday. I will be sober twenty-nine years in April. Christine and I do not want to see Julie Lynch exploiting our disease – for money!  Go do your own paintings. Try writing a poem. Leave us alone!

Here is a good view of the house Christine stayed in. Look how steep it is to the water. Shamus Dundon claimed he was jogging here to get warm because it was a “blustery” morning. Christine is free of your lies! Stop feeding off our energy.

Jon Presco

Greg 1975 Christine

Point Reyes is a prominent cape and popular Northern California tourist destination on the Pacific coast of northern California. It is located in Marin County approximately 30 miles (50 km) west-northwest of San Francisco. The term is often applied to the Point Reyes Peninsula, the region bounded by Tomales Bay on the northeast and Bolinas Lagoon on the southeast. The headland is protected as part of Point Reyes National Seashore.

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