I took a break and watched MSNBC. They had a segment on people dying while being treated in a hospital.
EXTRA!
For a month I have been preparing to blog on the amazing celestial events that are occurring. There are – signs! This morning, September 16, 2023, I read about a Ring of Fire event over Eugene Oregon.
John ‘The Seer’
Eugene gets front-row seat for ‘Ring of Fire’ eclipse in October: Farmer’s Almanac
Story by Andrew Foran •47m
PORTLAND, Ore. (KOIN) — On Oct. 14, Oregonians can expect a spectacle in the form of an annular solar eclipse moving over the region.
According to the Farmer’s Almanac, this annual eclipse is special because for viewers in some regions, including Oregon, the moon’s position will make the sun appear like a ring of fire in the sky.
During the eclipse, the moon will be near its furthest point from Earth, the almanac says, which will result in the moon looking smaller than usual. The last time an eclipse like this appeared over the United States was over a decade ago in 2012.
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Nine lucky states in the western US will have a front-row seat for the annular eclipse: Oregon, Idaho, California, Nevada, Colorado, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas.
Specifically, the Farmer’s Almanac said that the direct “path of annularity” extends from the central Oregon Coast down to the Gulf Coast, going directly over Eugene, Ore.
At 9:16 a.m., the ring phase of the eclipse will appear above Eugene for nearly four minutes, but if you aren’t in Eugene, don’t worry, you can still see the eclipse although it won’t be a full ring.
In Portland, the Farmer’s Almanac said that the eclipse will be at 87% coverage at 9:19 a.m., and in Seattle, the eclipse will be at 80% coverage at 9:20.
Eugene gets front-row seat for ‘Ring of Fire’ eclipse in October: Farmer’s Almanac© Provided by KOIN Portland
After My Death On LSD
Posted on September 18, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
While attending Serenity Lane in Eugene Oregon, getting help for my alcoholism, I heard there was going to be a meeting of Meher Baba Lovers from all over the world at a Seminary College in Portland. It was a three day event. When it came time to have lunch in the cafeteria I found an empty table, I thought. After taking a bite of my food, I looked up to see three gentleman standing over me. They wanted to say they were sitting there, but, ended up staring at me.
After being seated, one of them asked me;
“What do you do to make yourself look so much like Meher Baba?”
I put down my fork and responded to gentleman with the big mustache, and, who looked like Baba himself;
“I molded a plastic mask of the Avatar and strap it on each night. It is painful, but, it does the trick! Now, tell me your secret.”
This morning my Angel told me this upon waking;
“Google Rick Chapman. You missed something Jon.”
I found out that Rick and others were called the “Baba-boys” by the Avatar of the Age who wanted these boys to spread his anti-LSD and drug message. After my death on a massive dose of LSD on McClure’s Beach, two days later I was bid to take another dose so I could come back into my body. A group of people were waiting for me in the next room. They were members of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love. When I spoke to them, I said this;
“I am going to take this drug from you and dilute it in the ocean.”
This was February 1967. I was a original Hippies. I spread my anti-LSD and Marijuana message to all those who were close to me. I was not aware that my DNA carried a message that rendered all members of my natal family, alcoholics – and insane! The loss of my daughter and grandson, and the wanton destruction of my Rosy Family Tree that I recovered from oblivion, is proof we are being driven insane.
A half hour ago I watched a video that ISIS made. It shows a British journalist giving a MESSAGE to the world, claiming he does this of his own free will, and not because there is a gun pointed at his head. This is the epitone of Madness.
When I died, I saw God and His Liberating Truth. I will speak of this event not to make you Believe, or have Faith or Religion, but that you be grounded in your divine creation, in a heaven that lie at your feet. You were born in His image. You have the right to brush your fingers across the horizon of the sea, and whisper…….”I am!”
In the photo of me above you will see strands of energy around me like angel hair. This energy has protected me for many years. Guns have been put to my head, the trigger pulled, but, these weapons jammed! A month after my death I beheld a picture of Baba on the wall of our commune, and went into a deep trance. I saw that we suffered in similar ways.
Jon the Nazarite
Going Into Shock & PTSD
Posted on August 12, 2013 by 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.
“6 KNOWN DEATHS”
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;
“Mother!”
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.
Jon
http://wrybread.com/gametone/leftcoast/mcclures.shtml
http://www.meherbabatravels.com/books/authors-of-baba-contents/rick-chapman/
Saint Francis and The Perfect Master
Posted on December 24, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
In 1987 Marilyn bid me to get a reading at the Berkeley Psychic Institute when I was in the Bay Area. I agreed, but was highly skeptical. A young woman began the reading by saying this;
“You own your own creation – You Died!”
https://www.joincake.com/blog/what-do-you-see-when-you-die/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Perkins_(politician)
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