The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2024
Chapter: Joan of Hart
Victoria Bond could not believe how fast the workman, worked. Most of the workers were from Scotland. They came to America to participate in a soccer match – that never existed. An item in the Register Guard said their families came along to root for the Rose and Sinclair clans. There were pipes and drummers going to and fro in the new Waterfront Park. They were practicing. The practicing went on for a month. By that time – it was done!
After finding John Presco, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. He was pretty shaken up. A month earlier he had a vision in the University of Oregon Library the day before October 7th. He was doing research for his book ‘A Rose Amongst The Woodwoses’ Twenty years earlier he found a book on rulings of the Sanhedrin that revealed Jesus was very close to these rulings. When I (he) found the book, missing, he thought of his old nemesis ‘The Green Swastika’ who had hid a book about Rosamond The Cupbearer from him. He called the Uof O police. They came.
Victoria and The Wizard grilled John extensively about what he said to Mr. Swastika.
“We shared alot of information. But, I kept the core of my book, a secret…..or, did I?”
“What did you let slip?” asked The Wizard?”
“I dare not tell you, then you will know the incredible secret that will stand Christianity – and Judaism – on it;s head!”
“You can tell us!” Victoria said, and put her hand on John’s forearm.
“I believe I told Green I suspect Jesus was an upstanding member of the Sanhedrin!”
Both Victora and John were spray with warm coffee, as The Wizard let go a mouthful!
“For fuck sake! I hope you did not suggest this idea to anyone else!” cried Wizard. And out of his attaché came his dart gun – and hit John Presco with a tranquillizer next to his Adam’s Apple.
…..
The British Art Department never opened its doors to the public. British Billionaires paid for it’s wonderful restoration. Every day, at tea time, a door opened, and out marched a Scotch Guard that carried loaded weapons. just in case…they came! And….they would come! And…Mr. Green will lead them, and point out…..Mr. Presco!
Prelude to The World Holy Word War
Posted on October 7, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
Yesterday, on October 6, 2023, I went to the Knight Library to look for a book I found twenty years ago, that proves Jesus was a Priest overturning rulings by the Sanhedrin. He was not a prophet, or a Zealot, though I believe his judgements were the PRELUDE to the War of the Jews against Rome. When his revolt was defeated, his history was altered to keep the suppression of his followers – going – as long as it takes. The suppression of Jesus ‘The Freedom Fighter’ led to the attack on Israel – on the Sabbat. I did not find that book, but took this pic of me amongst a wall of books about the Jews. I knew my prophecies were about to come true. I am for Reformed Judaism which is being demonized by Israelis.
Joan Shakespeare – William Hart
Posted on November 15, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2022
In thirty minutes Victoria and Miriam would be landing in Eugene Oregon. Our intelligence agents for BAD (the British Anglian Directive) were in shock and had been ever since the Librarian at Wormsley had shown Victoria the ancient genealogy of Shakespeare and the Bard’s Will that left everything to his grandson, Hart.
“There’s a Hart in my family tree!” The head of BAD exclaimed. I am kin to the Hart family of Connecticut, and possibly Sir Isaac Hull, a Captain of the U.S.S. Constitution.”
“Oh my!” the Librarian said, excitedly. “You are kin to Princess Diana Spencer, and all the Harts in America, via, Stephen Hart. And you are British, or course. This makes you a literary ambassador, a Hand Across the Water. You are kin to Senator Thomas Hart Benton, the first propirator of the Oregon Territory. How long have you been interested in Shakespeare?”
“Most of her life!” Starfish piped in. “And she’s really interested in American History! We are heading to Oregon where Tina Kotek just won the race for Governor.”
“How wonderful! You must look up John Presco who is kin to Alexander Webb, and thus the Arden family. He has used our reference library on several occasions. He is kin to all members of the Getty family via his second, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor.”
“That’s your middle name!” Starfish – screeched!
“Oh my! It appears you are American Royalty! Did you know the Gettys are kin to Ian Fleming?”
“Who’s that?”
“You never heard of James Bond? They made ten movies about him.”
“We don’t watch movies!”
“Only the movie PI.”
“Do you read books?”
“No!”
“No books!”
“We spend allot of time on our smart phones.”
“Oh. Well…. perhaps you can look John up? He lives in Springfield. Did you know Sir Sam Mendes is directing a play about your kin, Hamnet? He already directed a play about your kin Liz Taylor. He made two James Bond movies. I can give him a call. He would be glad to meet a descendant of Shakespeare.”
“No. We are running late!”
“Got to go!”
“Stephen Hart was the progenitor of many descendants who now live in
all fifty of the United States, as well as Canada, South America,
Europe, and probably other parts of the world.
He was born about 1605 in England. By 1632, he had arrived in New
England on the Lyon. Four years later he was among the original
settlers of Hartford, Connecticut.”
To be continued
Wolf’s Son – A Rose Amongst the Woodwoses
Posted on November 25, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
A Rose Amongst the Woodwoses
by
John Presco
Chapter Two
John Wilson Lands In Salem
John Wilson stood on the deck of the Eagle (later renamed the Arbelle) surveying the new Colony the Puritans had made in the American Wilderness. This Man of God could not help but entertain the family legend that he descended from Leif Erikson, for sure his father, Thararldson, who remained a pagan even though his wife converted to Christianity. It is alleged said wife withheld sex from him, until he too converted, so he would surely have sought out other women of Woden, who would lay with him, and begat children.The name Wilson comes from Wolf’s Son. It is alleged that King Henry of Normandy made a Wolfson a Knight Templar. A line of Wilsons became lawyers at the Temple where they dwelt. It is said a Wilson took part in The Memorable Masque of the Middle Temple and Lincoln’s Inn at Whitehall Palace that encouraged other members of the Templar Bar to invest in the Virginia Company. Sir Richard Martin wrote this masque. A hundred investors settled near Jamestown, that is known as Martin’s Hundreds. The Webb family were investors, as was Bacon and Shakespear.
This Colony was founded by pseudo Knight Templars, actors, poets playwrights, and secret investors in the Rose Theatre. Marlowe taught John poetry when he was a boy. It is for this reason William Wilson’s pagan past was disappeared by friend and foe alike as William ascended to the highest positions of the Church of England. Even his brass in Saint George’s Cathedral was disappeared because his epitaph was too revealing. It celebrated the marriage of Margaret of Denmark to the King of Scotland.
Sir John Thomas Wilson lived at Ravenscraig castle that was built just for Margaret. Wilson was allegedly the last of the real Knight’s Templar, and revealed to the Queen a secret Bible. There was a dispute who owned Orkney and other isles, that resorted in a trade. William Sinclair took possession of Ravenscraig, and vacated Orkney, ending a long feud. It was at Ravenscraig that John met Lady Ada Antoinette Erasmus, a Lady in Waiting. They soon married, and Wilson was now in a illustrious family tree that had its roots in Bohemia. William Rosenberg was a sponsor of John Dee.
Sir John Robert Wilson II, Earl of Cuper, Burgess of Edinborough1425–1492 Lady Ada Antoinette Erasmus
When Frederick William, completely inexperienced in politics, succeeded his father as elector in December 1640, he took over a ravaged land occupied by foreign troops. Under his father’s powerful favourite, Graf Adam von Schwarzenberg, Brandenburg had changed sides from the Swedes to the Habsburgs and had thus been drawn into the struggle on both sides.
Frederick William | elector of Brandenburg | Britannica
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_of_Denmark,_Queen_of_Scotland
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothea_of_Brandenburg
Richard Martin (Recorder of London) – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Hohenzollern
A Rose Among The Woodwoses
Posted on April 1, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
A Rose Among The Woodwoses
by
John Gregory Presco
Copyright 2019
Chapter One
Roseflower
Lady Mary Wilson Webb, inherited the job of keeping the fire lit below deck. All those who had gone before her, had failed. The fire tendered in a square iron tray, held together with rivets, then filled with sand, had become the altar of the Pilgrims. It, and the black pot hung on a trident, was watched most of the day by the lost souls packed under the creaking and leaking timbers. Moving about was almost impossible. Everyone was frozen in their place. But for the brave excursions above, met by some tempest, and cold sea spray, the wayfarers relieved themselves in a vile oaken bucket that was too close for comfort. Bible’s were taken out from under pillows when a lady went to tithe the Oaken Monster as they called it. Reading verses aloud, was the polite thing to do.
Tiring of the gory and bloody Biblical tales, that increased the Cargo Dread, the men brought out their bawdy jokes that they had memorized and gathered since their school days. The women pretended they ne’er heard a one. But, that guarded secret was soon out. And, a new kind of boredom set in. It was dreadful. Ones farting was amplified in the silence. The women ran out of perfume. Everyone got to know what a women really smelled like, including the women! Everyone was grateful for the occasional flying fish that was thrown in the pot, to cook all day, like temple incense.
The men ran out of jokes. Nothing was ever going to be funny again. The art of Mary keeping the fire alive was the highlight of their existence. You could hear the beards growing. In the glow of the red coals, the women felt like roses among the Woodwoses.
Two weeks at sea and another three weeks to go. Something had to be done.
“I brought my father’s book on rhetoric with me. Does anyone know it? My kindred William Shakespeare read it and was quite impressed. I saw him perform at the Rose theatre, on several occasions. He and my father were friends. They used to go the Bearbait Theatre and sit among the Protestant Spies. There were lawyers of the Temple present. Thomas called them the Roman Senators. There were horrific scenes of animal torture going on in the round arena. It was like the Roman Coliseum. I know enough about rhetoric where I can teach you. It will make the time fly.”
“For God’s sake, Mary. Why have you withheld this book from us!”
“My father was taken prisoner by the Inquisition, put in prison, and tortured. His books were ruled heretical, I don’t want to instigate spurious opinions about me and my father, for, I have nowhere to go to get away from you if you start in on that!”
“In Jesus’ name, relieve of us of our excruciating tedium! We are dying here Mary! Don’t be cruel!”
“My tutor taught my brother and I rhetoric from your father’s book. We can have a rhetorical argument about having Mary produce it for our salvation from our mind-numbing malaise!”
“Good idea! But, it is fair we all receive a sample. Is it not?”
“Would you care to elaborate?”
*****
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_man
On March 31, 2019 I found Thomas Wilson’s book ‘The Art of Rhetorike’. There are several spellings. After reading forty, pages I believe my theory that Thomas Wilson had a hand in writing some of William Shakespeare’s’ plays, if not all, is sound.
On this day, I copyright my idea that I arrived at with my battle I am having with Meg Whitman, and the alleged owners of the California Barrel Company, over ownership of this company name that once made barrels. I spoke with an attorney. I am critical of Quibi. To discover Apple TV is being backed by Steven Spielberg, and a bevy of Hollywood talent, is ironic, for Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor and Richard Burton are in my Rosamond Family Tree, as is, Sir Thomas Wilson. I do not want Shakespeare to fall into either capitalist camps, because William made Acting more than an Art Form, as I will show in my novel. Then there is the question……..
Who owns America – and why?
I will give my reader a good example of how Rhetoric fits well with Shakespeare’s’ work. Peter G. Platt has written one of the finest essays I have read. I am envious.
http://www2.idehist.uu.se/distans/ilmh/Ren/platt.htm
Then, there is this illustration. It took my breath away. Do you know who he is, the man leading noble women with chains linked to the tip of his tongue. He is my hero.
What really got my interest is this line……….
“And God save the Queen’s majesty.”
Where were Britain’s great Rhetorical Men when the Brexit issue came up?
http://www.people.vcu.edu/~nsharp/wilsded1.htm
http://www2.idehist.uu.se/distans/ilmh/Ren/platt.htm
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Royal Shakespeare Company reopens theatre with play about the bard’s family life
Charlotte McLaughlin – Yesterday 3:15 AM
The Royal Shakespeare Company (RSC) will reopen a theatre with a new play about the inner working of the famous playwright’s family life.
Women’s Prize for Fiction 2020© PA Media
The best-selling Hamnet book by Maggie O’Farrell will be adapted to run at the newly refurbished Swan Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon.
The story pulls back the curtain in an imagined tale on the “neglected life” of William Shakespeare’s wife, Anne, daughters, Susanna and Judith, and son, Hamnet, who died at the age of 11.
O’Farrell won Waterstones Book of the Year and winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award in 2020 for the novel, which has sold over 1.5 million copies.
She said without Shakespeare’s grief at his son’s early death there would be no Hamlet or Twelfth Night.
O’Farrell added: “That Hamnet the boy will now be appearing in a play with his name, in the very town where he lived and died, is an incredibly moving thought.”
The novel has been adapted by Olivier award-winning playwright Lolita Chakrabarti and sees the RSC work with director Sam Mendes’ production company Neal Street Productions.
Joan Shakespeare (married name Joan Hart; baptised 15 April 1569 – buried 4 November 1646) was the sister of William Shakespeare. She is the only member of the family whose known descendants continue down to the present day.
Life[edit]
Joan was Shakespeare’s younger sister.[a] She married a hatter named William Hart with whom she had four children, William (1600–1639), Mary (1603–1606), Thomas (1605–1661), and Michael (1608–1618).
She may have been a secret Catholic, the author of the “J. Shakespeare” who wrote a Catholic testament. (See Religious views of William Shakespeare#Shakespeare’s family.)
Little is known about Joan’s husband, William, apart from the fact that he was sued for debt in 1600 and 1601.[3] He died in April 1616, and was buried 17 April, a week before William Shakespeare died. In his will her brother left her a legacy of £20, some clothing and the right to live in the western part of the double family house on Henley Street in Stratford for a nominal yearly rent of one shilling. She continued to reside there for the remainder of her life, dying at the age of 77.[4]
Her son William never married. Her other descendants via Thomas lived in Stratford until 1806. Thomas inherited the Henley Street house known as Shakespeare’s Birthplace.[3] He had many descendants. By the 18th century Joan’s descendants were identifying themselves as carrying the poet’s family line. John Hart (1755–1800) was identified as “the 6th descendant of the poet Shakespeare” on his gravestone in Tewkesbury Abbey Churchyard, Gloucestershire.
In literature[edit]
In her essay A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf created a character, “Judith Shakespeare”, supposed to be Shakespeare’s sister. In fact Judith was his daughter. It is unknown whether this was a mistake or a deliberate conflation of the two women. In her story Shakespeare’s sister is denied the education of her brother despite her obvious talent as a writer. When her father tries to marry her off, she runs away to join a theatre company but is ultimately rejected because of her sex. She becomes pregnant, is abandoned by her partner and commits suicide.[5]
A teenage Joan appears in Laurie Lawlor’s novel The Two Loves of Will Shakespeare (2006), in which she is presented as an aspirant poet who resents the restrictions placed on her as a woman. She writes sonnets, one of which her brother plagiarises. She is in love with Richard Field, but he pursues Anne Whateley.[6] In Shakespeare’s Will, Vern Thiessen‘s speculative biographical play about Anne Hathaway, Joan is a “bitch” who is constantly interfering in Anne’s life.[7]
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