San Sebastian Avenue
by
John Presco
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What you are going to read is key antidotes that explain the core crisis the world famous woman artist, Christine Rosamond Benton, experienced all her life. I am reluctant to share these truths, because there are sharks in the water surrounding us. We are adrift at sea in our Radio Flyer. I demand the City of Belmont and the University of Stanford – send a rescue team!
Garth Benton’s daughter, Drew Benton, was thrown on….The Burn Pile! Let all those who used Drew as a child to get Their Way in the art world, come forth and make it right! I will not – fix this for them! I am in need of repair. I need an operation – with aftercare! I am – The Survivor! This blog has given the art world – so much!
In preparing for Drew’s eulogy, I had a conversation with Jennifer Dundon….
“Do you know why I ended up sleeping on your couch in that house in Blue River? I promised Bill’s sister I would NOT kill myself with alcohol, and leave her alone in the world with the truth – her brother killed himself! Your father told me to get on a train and he’ll help me get in Serenity Lane where he worked as a counselor!”
I had a conversation with Drew last night as I wearily sat on the edge of my bed.
“As long as I remember I was your mother’s parent. She was abandoned for reasons that are too dark to speculate about. But, she was put next to me – in my light – and I healed Christine! She never sat or stood next to Mark in all the family photos. I was your mother’s defender. Your father avoided me after I failed to keep my…..child…..alive. You know, why!”
Study the photo above. Look at Christine’s hands. What’s missing? Our father had a big garage full of toys. We were not given – toys! Rosamond did not – have a doll. She would later hold paint brushes, because – I held paint brushes! My beloved sister – emulated me! My brother – torpedoed me his whole life. Today I do not know if he is dead. I sent his son an e-mail, asking him if my tormenter had left this planet. I just got a reply. I heard he gave instructions to family members – not to let me know if he is dead! Shamus Dundon – may know. He has not contacted the Bullhead police! WTF?
Not quite dead! And, never fully alive!
When Mark Presco told me he read the rough draft of Snyder’s Book of Art Evil, I asked him why he didn’t contribute? He said….
“I couldn’t think of anything nice to say about Christine!”
I was on the way to pay for Drew’s cremation, when I asked “Why me?” I demand the Bullhead police department, and all other alleged Art Lovers – launch a worldwide search for Mark Presco! And, when you find him, demand HE PAY! He was a millionaire who refused to pay his taxes. The IRS was auditing the Benton Family. Study Mark’s expression. This is what it says…
“I don’t know you people. I’m only interested in saving myself!”
What is my expression saying?
“Why are you fucking with us. Leave us alone! You don’t love us!”
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
In 1986, Bill Arnold’s sister invited me to Los Angeles to celebrate my fortieth birthday. We had a great time. I got drunk. In the morning we sat at a table and wet through the contents of a black box that was owned by her father. In it was the account of Bryan Arnold riding in the train along the tacks where his son was struck and killed a 12:20 A.M. October 9, 1964. A witness said Bill drove onto the tracks, then turned off his headlight. In the black box were pamphlets on Suicide. Vicky Arnold asked;
“Did my brother kill himself?”
Six hour later, Vicky begs me to stop drinking because I was killing myself with alcohol. A year later I entered Serenity Lane and am thirty-six years clean and sober. I was asked if I drink, drug, and smoke cigarettes’ in a questionnaire. I told my doctor I want to have a drug screening test because my therapist asked me if I relapsed. My credibility was under attack again. Shamus convinced my daughter I was deluded. He said he was down in this DEATH YTAP – but left jest before the rogue wave “killed” his aunt. He give no count that appears in one of Rosamond’s bio. How – odd!
As A Child I Am Blamed For A Suicide
Posted on May 21, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
Twenty minutes after my eighteenth birthday, my childhood friend drove the Volvo my mother bought him on the the railroad tracks and turned off the headlights. My sister did not know Bill was a suicide before she drowned in 1994. She was sixteen when Bill died. She was a child. Tom Snyder read on my blog, that Bill’s sister and I looked at the possibility Bill took his life. She was fourteen – a child! This is extreme Child Abuse!
“It’s even more obvious in her work on ‘The Crossing’. She was very depressed, dealing with her unresolved feelings for her childhood sweetheart, Bill. He died before she could work it through with, or about him, and she resented Greg because she said he didn’t deliver on his promise to tell Bill how she felt. She really loved him, and maybe Greg saw that as a intrusion. Anyway, Christine told me he never delivered her message. Later. Bill pulled his car onto the tracks and died under the wheels of a train – a suicide according to Christine – and she never got over her failure to tell Bill her feelings for him. She felt very strongly she could have saved him, if he’d only known.”
Blamed For Bill’s Suicide
Posted on January 27, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
A week ago I read this passage from Tom Snyder’s biography of my late sister to my therapist in our last session. I wept. Yesterday I found out Bill’s sister is dead. She is the one who begged me to get sober. The four members of the Arnold family, are gone. I tried getting hold of Vicky Arnold to inform her I was going to publish this evil lie that my sixteen year old daughter was encouraged to get involved in – by several adults. She was innocent and completely clear of this. Heather Hanson’s claim that I suffer from some weird psychological disorder that does now allow me to get along with people – is another horrible lie she has to live with. When Heather’s peers read this filth they might say;
“Looks like your father killed his best friend out of jealousy!”
That I declared the Miracle Family to be my Literary Family two days ago, is profound. Vicky was very supportive of my writing knowing writing played a big role in my sobriety. Bill wrote two plays and sent them out. A editor made a special trip to see Bill when he saw his age. In a long letter we talk about my book ‘Elfin’ and ‘The Gideon Computer’. I found another letter to Nancy Hamren where I discuss some advice from Hillary Larson, the ex-head of Serenity Lane. Nancy considered herself the love of Bill’s life, as did Christine, but my sister and Bill were never lovers. Nancy became close the the Kesey family, and compared Bill to Ken. I do not include Christine Rosamond, in My Literary Family due to all the corrupting input. Her two daughters should have had more control and input. Vicky and Nancy were concerned that I might be a suicide. There was no such concern from the Hanson family who claim they are healers.
The law firm owned by Robert Brevoort Buck played God and created a alternative family, and alternative reality. As the surviving artist in my natal family, I was not provided normal use of a fame that creative people traditionally share with one another. My reputation was deliberately destroyed. My recovery was severely attacked by a The Hallucinators, Pierrot, Snyder, and Morris. I have published very little about Christine and my childhood lest more truths get plagiarized and turned into lies that are placed next to accounts of the alleged sex abused of children. Because my sister was a candidate to kill herself, some readers may wonder if I am responsible for Rosamond’s death. Bill and I were famous artists at a young age. Christine emulated us, and wanted the bond we had. It’s a miracle I have remained sober.
Self-Help books are written by authors that have overcome great obstacles. Snyder is a hired ghost writer that did not suffer from alcoholism – or incest. Next, I will post on all the horrible and evil things said about the artist ‘Rosamond’ who is kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and Carrie Fisher. Fan’s of Rosamond were not pleased to learn she was a alleged victim of incest. Who wants to see those infamous Rosamond eyes staring at you on your wall, as you read a lot of testimony from the ex-husband who is very interested in giving evidence he is not responsible for the debts incurred. How many women get divorced in America, and are stuck with a large bill?
Once again, Sydney Morris gave his seal of approval to increase the sale of prints, and not make money off sensational books and movie scripts. Robert Brevoort Buck set up much of the Buck Foundation, which includes Alcohol Justice, that has prestigious people on the board. Why didn’t Robert make sure every care was taken to insure the Rosamond Estate – and our family artistic and literary legacy – was in the best of hands? Instead, we get Rape Artists, and a Suicide Cult. Outrageous!
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“It’s even more obvious in her work on ‘The Crossing’. She was very depressed, dealing with her unresolved feelings for her childhood sweetheart, Bill. He died before she could work it through with, or about him, and she resented Greg because she said he didn’t deliver on his promise to tell Bill how she felt. She really loved him, and maybe Greg saw that as a intrusion. Anyway, Christine told me he never delivered her message. Later. Bill pulled his car onto the tracks and died under the wheels of a train – a suicide according to Christine – and she never got over her failure to tell Bill her feelings for him. She felt very strongly she could have saved him, if he’d only known.”
There was no note or letter, thus, no promise by me. This was a quote from Garth Benton who had to have seen, or heard of, the 276 page autobiography his ex-wife was working on – that was disappeared. Were there any more thoughts about Bill, who never kissed Christine? This is another evil attempt to divorce me from Rosamond’s family. Shannon said she has not read Snyder’s bio. I told her not to, because it put me in therapy. My therapists was concerned I would take my life. I got to tell her how I felt, and she was shocked.
When I found my daughter after she was disappeared for two years, I asked her if she read Snyder’s bio that she and her mother wanted to be in. She said she had not. Her mother did. Did she care if I killed myself? How about her sister and brother? It no longer matters. My Literary Family and I have survived the most evil literary attempt to destroy members of – a natal family! Vicky and I thought I would not have a child. She died childless. I consider her a member of my Literary Family, for this beautiful sister, who loved her brother, dearly, saved the life of his best friend. Thank you Vicky. You will always be remembered….and loved!
I am indebted to Barbara, my therapist, for saving my sanity and my life.
Greg
Removing Rosamond’s Mother – Rosemary | Rosamond Press
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My Kidnapped Family | Rosamond Press
My Daughter Duped By Frauds
Posted on February 7, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
Stacey Pierrot committed fraud by saying she would carry on Rosamond’s legacy with my late sisters best interests at heart. Without the Family Art Feud. my daughter and her mother best take the side of the non-chaotic outsiders. because it looks like they are set up to make millions. They might get Heather in their movie. So what her father kills himself because he feels betrayed. Rosamond would want this. Think how rich and famous you will be.
The biggest Pierrot Fraud, is that there was NO beach at Rocky Point, and, Christine chose this place to bring her daughter to go tide-pooling. Why here? Vicki Presco told the coroner they were hikers on Highway 1. She did not tell him they were overnight guests at a dramatic house overlooking a cove, that large waves rolled into – and crashed against a wall - causing the water plumes to carve out a bowl over thousand of years. There is a wind factor here. The stronger the wind , the larger the waves. The rocks drop off into deep water. There can be no “rogue wave” rolling up unexpectedly catching beach combers un-aware. This is like going to the bow of a ship that has a funnel to catch and magnify the waves that you could see from the house. It was why it was built there. This was a Sea Show.
Day before yesterday, my new Doctor asked me if I recalled hurting my back. I can produce a video showing how it happened. I was filming the Springfield Chalk Art Festival, and walking across a large area of concrete looking in the lens I did not see the five inch drop-off.. I came down hard, and my back hurt for weeks. I thought about mentioning it to my Doctor, but she was not open to my complaints. She did not order an ex-ray.
Last evening, Crystal called me from Pacific Source and wanted to run some questions by me. The previous day I met with the head Doctor of the clinic I have been going to for twenty years. I was doing house work, that was arduous. I could work ten minutes but then my back would begin to freeze up like a bad cramp.. The reality I am crippled, and it may get worse, was setting in. I was in a foul mood. The questions were asked to see if I was feeling suicidal.
In 1986, Bill Arnold’s sister invited me to Los Angeles to celebrate my fortieth birthday. We had a great time. I got drunk. In the morning we sat at a table and wet through the contents of a black box that was owned by her father. In it was the account of Bryan Arnold riding in the train along the tacks where his son was struck and killed a 12:20 A.M. October 9, 1964. A witness said Bill drove onto the tracks, then turned off his headlight. In the black box were pamphlets on Suicide. Vicky Arnold asked;
“Did my brother kill himself?”
Six hour later, Vicky begs me to stop drinking because I was killing myself with alcohol. A year later I entered Serenity Lane and am thirty-six years clean and sober. I was asked if I drink, drug, and smoke cigarettes’ in a questionnaire. I told my doctor I want to have a drug screening test because my therapist asked me if I relapsed. My credibility was under attack again. Shamus convinced my daughter I was deluded. He said he was down in this DEATH YTAP – but left jest before the rogue wave “killed” his aunt. He give no count that appears in one of Rosamond’s bio. How – odd!
I told Crystal writing is my therapy, and I began a self-help book in 1992. I told her about the Blue Angel my sisters saw when they were young. I’m going to send this post to the Head Doctor I talked to, and Governor Kotek, to see if they can pass a bill that protects the writing of Creative People from THIEVES, PARASITES, AND LIARS! Every day I worry about being RIPPED OFF, by frauds that claim they have Christine Rosamond Benton’s Children – in mind! I want our family children – out of their mind, and I want their mind in a Court of Law. Even behind bars!
Bill and Christine were gifted Artists. Bill became a playwright. Rosamond’s autobiography was disappeared and did not make it into the two bios and movie script of the hired ghost writers that were given money to exploit AN ACCIDENT. The medical profession deals with people who have accidents – all the time! Billions has been spent on people who survived – a close call! Why would Bill and Christine – kill themselves? My mother told me weeks after her daughter was dead..
“Christine took her life, and there is a movie script being written!”
I asked Rosemary who was aritng that script?
“Carrie Fischer”
I suspect Christine was going to announce there is going to be a movie about her at Rocky Point, where family and friends are gathered to celebrate Rosamond’s first sober birthday in AA. Something went terribly wrong! I told executor, Sydney Morris, he can not do a Probate because cause of death had not been established. When he ruled outsiders can write a book and make a movie, I sent Sydney and Pierrot a n e-mail saying they had no……REAL DEATH SCRENE! I have looked at a lot of genealogies and sceen the signatures of hundreds of doctors applied to Death Certificates. How real!
The head Doc asked me if I wanted to pass on my complaint to the doctor I believe VIC-TIMIZED me..
“I want to live in the solutuon, and not the problem!”
I wept for myself when I told Crystal I bought $600 dollars worth of art supplies with my Covid check, and I can not stand at my easel for more than ten minutes at a time. I told her about the photo of us in in American Flyer. Our father, Vic Presco, is…….VIC-TIMIZING us. He has my brother and sister kowtowed. He told me he used Wolf Larsen as a role model in raining us. This is true, because London depicted a full-blown narcissistic psychopath. I stood up to Captain Victim, as long as I recall, I took all the blows. He and Rosemary, gave me their best shot. A couple of times, I went to my knees, But I got up, and came out of my corner!
The other writing solution, is have our story be a Cable Series – with several writers on the staff. I want to be one of them. I want to play Old Man Presco. I want to tell the story of…
“My Old Man’s Fishing Pole!”
EXTRA! I just woke from my ‘Old Man Nap”. In the video I made about Vic’s fishing pole I talk about going into therapy for the first time at the clinic I went to two days ago. I forgot that I talk about Barbara who I was seeing in person – until the Covid struck. I recall that I was still able to walk because I would walk with Brembe around the block, and read my mail under the same tree with him. I recall thinking about Christians refusing to stay away from their church. Why did I recall this video?
The Carmel Pinecone wrote about the suggestion “they go to Monterey and rent “fishing poles”.so then can fish that morning. A month later Shamus Dundon tells me he and his mother stopped by Vic’s house to get some of his fishing poles before they went to Rocky Point Friday evening. A couple of weeks later I asked my father if he ever got his poles back?
“No!”
This is when my investigation began. I told Crystal about the photograph of us in the American Flyer, and how a human being who became a world famous female artist – was given NO TOYS to play with. In the video I talk about the sticks my brother and I were given to fish with. Christine and I are playing – with our hands. Captain Victim was conducting experiments on his children. Vicki Presco learned to be a good liar from Vic. Who taught her son how to be a good liar? In the video I talked about forgiving your abuser so you will not carry around his Bitter Ghost. Muses – avoid The Bitter Ghost adopted by children. I struggle with…..seeking revenge – all my life. Justice is like a Muse, but she has not wings. Just a blindfold. I was seeing three people at the clinic. Not one of them called for an x-ray of my back. Only when I found the courage to report my Primary Physician, was something done. Even then, I wondered if the head guy, thought I was faking it. I talked about MY CURLED TOES several days ago.
“Similarly, when someone experiences intense fear or discomfort, their toes may also curl up as a reflex. This is a way for the body to prepare for fight or flight, by readying the feet for action.”
I told Crystal how hard it was to answer the head doctor’s question about getting my old doctor in trouble. Getting people in trouble in my family, always ended up badly for me. My parents were REAL CRIMINALS who created a closed family system. You don’t go to outsiders for help. After Dee-Dee shot Vic in the back, he left the bullet lodged against his spine, so as to not get his second wife in trouble. Instead of getting toys, Vic put us to work as Lumpers for Acme Produce. We were eight and nine when we started pushing around a handcart, that Captain Victim always put more boxes of produce on. The other produce guys wanted to beat Vic up, but he boxed on board ships in the merchant marines.
In teh elevator I told the Head Doc I own a ferocious appetited for information.
“I bet you do!”
“I’m also a theologian.”
I admitted to being a Headcase. I was born with a big head that caused my father to accuse me of being the product of Rosemary cheating on him. I figured out what Jesus wrote in the dust. I might be a Mental Cripple, but I was not supposed to be a Physical Cripple. Vic did teach us how to not hurt our backs when we load produced on his truck, including hundred pound sacks of potatoes that at first we loaded in tandem. Something went terribly wrong?
Vic’s real children would never think of rebelling against the Roman Slave God. Only a child who carried the genetic material of an inferior man, would sabotage Captain Victim Master Family Plan. The Biggest Victim in the world, was Vic. There could only be ONE VICTIM in his house!.
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
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Rosamond Press 
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