3 min (0.7 mi) via Oakdale Ave and Gateway St
This is what I wore on Halloween – to Walmart and back – with the help of my walker. On the way, I passed the Scary Cemetery that Jill Hill had erected along my common path. She did not tell me she was going to do this. Why? She texted a photo of her Big Boo because she won first prize at a church four days earlier..
One of the biggest mistakes of my life was returning Brembe-Colt to his owner. Her live-in lover was kicking Colt. A month later I found him with his with his jaw bleeding and skin hanging. He was very thin. I took him to the vet and spent $200 dollars repairing him. I saw my primary care doctor, and got a letter making Colt-Brembe my service cat. However, he was no longer a indoor cat. I could not keep him in. This is when Kim Haffner went after Colt- and Clark, another cat that played with the children. Brembe acted like my doctor, Haffner is a nurse of some kind that worked at the Johnson Unit. She kicked Clark and swatted her off her car. This Animal Abuser kept mentally ill humans in line. Alas, I am ready to file – several complaints!
I have been struggling with prostate cancer for fifteen years. I had a scary bleeding incident eight years ago. I am on the cusp of not being able to urinate. I am scared.It is a 1.5 mile walk to Walmart. I never walked far with catheter. I went by the garage Jill and her man just rented and was going to ask them for a ride to pick up my antibiotics.
I’m pretty sure the Fire Department would have made Jill take down her scary display because that is a EMERGENCY firetruck access alley. I had fears of dying. Jill had been doing Halloween for days. She has a great need to be seen.
John Presco
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Brembe ‘The Life Saver’
Posted on February 11, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
My service cat, Brembe, tried to save my life yesterday. My shower curtain was open a bit, and he saw me. His eyes became wide with alarm. Water was rolling off me. My hair was dripping. He came towards the tub. He was trying to talk to me. His mouth was opening and closing. He came closer. I told him everything was fine. He backed away, not taking his eyes off me.
Brembe came into my life two weeks after my bleeding incident I mention in my last post where I thought I was going to die. We take a walk each night which is good for my diabetes. He won’t use his litter box after seeing all the dog owners taking their dogs out to do their business. I was talking to a dog owner walking her dog, and, there is Brembe squatting while her dog looked on.
He put his paw in my med box, saw to it I had food, tries to pick up that pen. When I told him how much I love him. he moved his mouth, and tried to speak. Warning, the bottom pics are graphic. Brembe would take a pee when I did, and even a poop. He wants to be human.
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
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Clark Had Owners
Posted on June 13, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
When Clark showed up after being gone for almost a year, I took a walk around the block to see if I could spot him/her again. There she was on the porch of his owners who moved three months ago. I’m sure they went looking for their cat. When she saw me, she came running across the street, and, we walked to my home. When Lisa told me she knew where Clark was for all this time, and, she took Kim Haffner’s side as I accused her of kicking Clark, I wondered why? Lisa suggested I was abusing, or, neglecting Clark, and, had verbally abused Bryan by saying to him he had killed Clark and Colt. As The Mob left my door I shouted;
“Who are you guys – THE GOD SQUAD?”
That stopped them in their tracks. I hit a nerve.
When the Kristites and Kimites attacked me the first time, I was getting a hard look from my neighbor, Junior, who I believe is kin to our ex-neighbor, Will, who formed The God Squad that met in our rec room after I suggested we have a meeting about the kids being out of control. I was not invited. I was invited to the Bible Study group will formed – of ex-convicts he met while in prison. I went to one meeting. When I did not attend the next Will blocked my way and asked why I did not attend;
“We will come and get you next time!”
I told Will to get out of my way. I tried to go round, and he blocked me. I gave a written report to the managers. I told them about Will having the children shout “We’re the God Squad!” when they left the rec room. His 10 year old son was trying to convert a girl while she was on a swing. He read from the Bible.
“I don’t want to be saved!” she said, and then heard about the awful things that would happen to her – if she did not submit to Jesus.
Shortly after, my diseased friend, Sandra, was telling me Will’s ex-con buddy was harassing her. He used to live in Will’s appartment and got arrested after physically assaulting his wife, or lover. This ex-con and Will were suggesting Sandra was being a racist because she refused to say hello to her ex-neighbor who is now asking if she called the cops on him. Sandra was terrified. She was dying of leukemia. I took her shopping and called her every night. Then, she took the morphine she saved, and killed herself. Does Junior know this history? In trying to figure out why Krista got in my face, and took Kim’s side, I considered Junior fill her in. When Kim said; “We are going to get rid of that cat.” I have to wonder how much Junior knows. Does he know what happened to Clark?
I have resigned myself to accept the real possibility they will disappear Clark. The threats to do so, have caused me to back off from these Jesus Freaks who want to believe I am the enemy of Christ. After the last attack on Clark, I decided I will not be restrained. I will talk to the FBI again and file a report. I will contact the department that deals with low-cost housing.
I have been in standing with management since I moved here. Teresa can vouch for my character. She was thrilled to learn I had helped her friend Hollis Williams get a home. I paid for his funeral after I adopted him. We could find no relatives – the. We found two half sisters later on. I sent them their brother’s flag.
What I am wondering, did Lisa know this woman before she captured Clark? Is she a fellow Christian. I was friends with Tito, who used to live with Lisa. We used to have deep discussions. As a theologian I had a problem with the Rapture and Anti-Christ.
“What if I declared myself the Secular Anti-Christ. Would that make Jesus come that much sooner – and the rapture?”
When I saw a poster of Colt, I called and his owner came a got him. When he came to my door, I called the owner. I regret this because her lover severely injured that cat. Kim and I took Colt to the vet and I spent $200 dollars. The vet said he would never be an inside cat again. Kim heard this. So did Silver who I wanted to pay the cat owner fee to, but, told her it may not be my cat for ever long. She was happy someone was taking care of Colt who came to visit at the office. Then Kim began to change. I wonder if Kim and Lisa talked to her about me – knowing she was a Christian. I believe I have a case against them, a conspiracy to deprive me of my Civil Rights.
I know Jesus nor God bid any of my past or present neighbors help them overcome evil at McKenzie Meadows. Will got saved in prison and was using prisoner tactics to try to convert me. They went to your cell if you did not show up for a Jesus meeting. They hate snitches. They promise to get back at you. They will hurt anything you love. Jesus is the answer – for them!
I asked Lisa why Clark was not living with her friend who lives here.
“She’s an outdoor cat, and can’t be locked up!”
Does Clark need to be converted to Christianity? How would you start? By feeding him cans of tuna with the sign of the cross on the label?
I know Lisa was jealous of me and the cats who took walks with me around the block. Didn’t they know I was a devil – even THE ANTICHRIST? Oh sure there was a light around me, and I am good looking. I was friendly to all my neighbors. I believe they are moving more Christians in here – who may not want to pet a cat that was petted by Satan Himself!
I’m now going to try to find Clark’s owners who told me to come see them if Kim Haffner kicks their cat again. They were not happy when I told them. I will tell them Clark is not safe after Haffner’s threat;
“We’re going to get rid of that cat!”
“Who do you mean by “we”?
John Presco
Copyright 2020
I Love My Ducks
Posted on January 16, 2012by Royal Rosamond Press
LeGarrette Blount is doing well in the NFL. Other Ducks will soon join him.I posted the following two years ago.
Jon
“The Witches ate your kitty!”
Posted on September 5, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
On the evening of July 4th. I went looking for Brembe who chose to be a outdorr feline. I was concerned about the fireworks. I rescued him from being abused by his owner. He had trouble being shut-up in a house that he couldn’t get out of when he wanted. He had panic attacks. We worked on it almost everyday. I had seen him in back of Crazy Dave’s waiting for his roast pork. I have not seen him hence.
Almost every evening we took walks together. He had stopped using the kitty-box at all his adopted homes. He wanted to do it like the dogs do it. When we came upon a small dog on a leash, Brembe would touch noses with his friends. People were amazed. I was amazed! My doctor was going to sign papers to make Brembe my Service Cat. But, then he decided to be his own person, come and go as he please, and bond with his human friends.
I understood the sight we made was getting mixed reviews. This was a superior animal. We got dirty looks. I surmised they came from Christians, who reserved all good scenes like this for their Personal Savior. Others, were just jealous!
“Who does he think he is – Jesus Christ?”
Last week, when I tried to share with Kim Hafner the amazing coincidence I found in the bond my late friend Ben Toney had with Herbert Armstrong, I said this is proof I am a prophet. This is when Kim let me know she is authoring a biography about me – in her head – and it is not pretty. I told her I am a Nazarite, which is an ancient Judaic sect, and thus being a Nazarite prophet, can not be viewed throught the Christian lens. When she detected I was about to tell her I was part Jewish, she changed the subject, and would soon run in her house – lest I spoil her Gossip Tale she shared with my neighbors.
After our walk, Brembe and I would sit under a grove of evergreens. I would read my mail. I would have Our Talk, now and then;
“There is a good chance I am going to lose you. There are jealous people in the world that see me as some kind of devil. They will try to hurt me, thru you. This is the choice we both made. Your freedom is of great importance to you. I am prepared to lose you. I respect your choice by rejecting ownership.”
Jews are famous for their humor and sense of irony. I employ humor to convey a deep message, because, most people are not ready for the direct message. Humor is a means to protect myself, when I am doing a healing. I have owned the gift to heal people since I was a boy. When I became a follower of Meher Baba, and studied the religions of India, I discovered I am doing a massive healing, on a level few can grasp. Bremde got it right away. He let me know this, when he began healing me – in kind! He was so intent on doing this. He owned a concept of truth. He was going around healing others in the complex. We made our rounds.
I have found no humor to shield me from my utter grief. What spares me, is the agreement Brembe and I made. There is no doubt in my being, that Brembe will come back as a human being. He suffered pain and cruelty. He understood life was not fair. It was this unfairness we worked on together.
Two weeks after we found each other, Brembe was like my shadow. When I took a poop, he took a poop in his cat-box next to me. We took a pee together. He loved watching my toilet flush. He would jump up and watch my T.V. Then he would block the T.V. so we could spend some time just looking at each other.
John
Meher Baba
One of seven prepared messages given during the Fiery Free Life
When people suffer physically or mentally, individually or collectively, they want immediate relief from that suffering. All over the world, man’s strife is subject to the opposites of pain and pleasure. Man does all he can to avoid the former, and he does all he can to have the latter. But he cannot always avoid pain or always have pleasure.
Pain and pleasure are inseparable twins, born of a multitude of cravings and desires. Where the one is, the other also invariably is as a constant companion. Consequently, man is interminably caught up in the quick interplay of these two opposites, unless and until he goes to the very root of both of them and frees himself from the self-perpetuating ignorance, which gives rise to a million cravings.
The scars left by the nonfulfillment of desires, or by the assailment of unwanted happenings, are difficult to erase so long as the mind continues to be swayed by the winds of multifarious cravings. And when the usual worldly ways of seeking redress from suffering come to an impasse, man desperately turns to the Supernatural for exploring unknown possibilities of seeking amends and recompense. This is the realm of miracles.
But even miracles, in the last analysis, are illusory, even as every happening of this world is illusory. There can be no special point in producing some petty imitation illusions in the mighty Infinite Illusion already created by God. The healing of physical or mental suffering can be achieved through the exercise of supernatural powers, just as it can be achieved through ordinary natural remedies known to man. But such healing has ordinarily no special spiritual significance. It is far less important than true spiritual healing, which takes away from the mind the very seeds of all possible suffering.
Miracles are justified only when they are performed for the purpose of drawing humanity at large toward the final goal of realizing God; otherwise, they are definitely an interference with the natural evolutionary process. In fact, people should look upon physical and mental sufferings as gifts from God. They bring their own lessons of the futility of the passing, and the intrinsic worth of the Eternal.
When accepted with grace and understood in their very root-cause, they chasten the soul and introduce it to the abiding happiness of Truth.
The New Nurse Ratched – Kim Hafner
Posted on September 4, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
My downstairs neighbor used to work at the old Johnson Unit. Then they built the new Johnson Unit, and, they let her go for the obvious reason. Note the mean and lean couple going to visit grandma. The husband lingers behind because he hates his dingy mother-in-law – with a passion!
“That witch tried to destroy our lives!”
EUGENE, Ore. — A new mental health facility is in the works for Peace Health Hospital’s location near the University of Oregon. Dale Smith, director of Behavioral Health Services at the hospital, said the new $13 million psychiatric unit is needed for their Eugene campus. “This allows for patients to be treated in their own community with their own support systems and their follow up system in place,” said Smith.
The Real Nurse Ratched
from
Capturing Beauty
EXTRA: Cheryl’s caregiver just came down and swept up the rubble on my balcony that is caused by her big bamboo tree. We had a very cordial and human conversation. I debated about posting the videos of Cheryl in crisis, because, she says she loves me. I suspect she does not like Kim denigrating me. I’m going to leave those videos up for now, because I am going to post on my – real crisis – next.
I made a complaint with our managers about my neighbor’s dog damaging my ears with its loud barking that echoes in the stairwell. I loss hearing in my right ears for several days. When I told Hefner about my ears, she threw me the bird. After I came back from the office, Kim was talking to two of our neighbors. She told these two women I was mentally deranged and was verbally abusive to “everyone” who lives in our appartment complex. I asked one neighbor if I abused her in any way, and Kim said;
“You don’t have to answer him!”
She told my two neighbors our feud started when I recently accused her (in writing) of damaging my sister’s biography I gave her to read a year ago. She had it more than a three weeks, and returned it to me with severe dog-ears on about ten pages. I asked her not to let anyone read it. I suspect she did. I let it go, because I did not want to get into it with her. This is proof I was not out to get her over my families’ book.
In this video she tells me she has been in contact with my daughter. I made the mistake of asking her to look at her facebook. They might be having telephone conversations. Kim says “Your daughter’s right. Too bad you can’t talk to her.” “She agrees with me totally!” “You called my family, so I had every right to talk to her.”
I called her mother yesterday, Sept.3, 2018 and told her Kim has been gossiping about me, and, I think she passed my sister’s tragedy around after I asked her not to. This is a classic case of Celebrity Stalking and a Gossip Feeding Frenzy. That my daughter, Heather Hanson, feeds this stranger’s stalking, is more of her and her families, stalking. The Hanson’s never met my famous sister, nor have the Hafners. I confided in Kim, believing she was my friend. I wanted to get her feedback. She shared my information with my neighbors. She told them about my book that contains rumors of incest.
While waiting to see my new therapist I read exerts from Mark’s, Garth’s, and Vicki’s evil biography of our late sister. Here are the words of Scott Hale, Christine’s live-in lover who takes credit for much of her success – at such a cost! (page 52)
“She had me cornered. I was trying to reason with her and get away before things got out of hand. She kept coming at me, and the bed was right there, so I finally whapped her. And it was like Bozo the clown. She bounced off the bed as if nothing had happened, and just kept right on coming. I was finally able to get around and out of the room, and years later I asked her if she remembered me slapping her during that episode. She had no memory of it whatever.”
Four months ago, Kim asked me if I thought people were against me. I told her about the report I filed about the ER guy thinking I was on illegal drugs, when I had a bad reaction to a legal drug I started taking. I have a copy of the response to their investigation. In this video, my private medical matter is used as more evidence I am “mentally deranged” .
Kim opened a file on me that she shared with my daughter who I have not spoken to for six years, ever since she and her lover called me a “parasite”. She was my Trustee who shared all my financial information with a drunk she was fucking for three months. My attorneys suggested I sue her because she did not care about my physical or mental well-being.
Ms. Hafner claims she worked at the Johnson Unit and told my neighbors I should be taken there. Did she tell my daughter this? Was my daughter happy to hear that I wasn’t doing well? Did she ask Ms. Hafner to keep on SPYING on me, and giving her the most negative report possible? Did my daughter make my neighbor feel like – A INSIDER – one of the family? Did Kim and Heather worry I might take my life? This is the classic Nurse Ratched syndrome.
There is the real possibility my daughter, or, someone close to her is writing a biography about my famous family, and would want as much denigrating information they can gather in order to destroy my credibility. That this Blob is employed to get the goods on me, is an egregious invasion of my PRIVACY.
Christine Rosamond, a world famous artist, was severely denigrated and slandered in Tom Snyder’s book. This slander destroyed the Rosamond estate for my nieces. This is more of the same. Christine titled me her “teacher”. When I tried to tell my strange neighbors Christine married into the historic Benton family, the Ward Boss got all huffy-like.
“Don’t listen to him. He is all kind’s of crazy upside his head!”
This video is one of the greatest reviews any writer has ever received. I am also an artist. I am going to do a panting of The Blabber Blob with her hand raised, bringing down the wrath of The Lord. She is pleased that I am not going where she is going. She want’s to see me in hell! I told her about the Nazi-Christians in Charlottesville I had blogged when she took me to the store. I think this is when she realized we could never be a twosome. I never came onto her. Kim says she read things I wrote about her. I posted negative things about evangelical on facebook. Did she read these posts – and facebook messages from Heather? She claims she is not a reader.
I told Kim there was child sexual abuse in Christine’s biography, and is why I don’t want it passed around – and talked about! Ms. Hafner is guilty of Cyber-bulling me. Has she considered I might take my life? Having worked on a psych-ward, and had training as a nurse, Kim knows better than to tell someone she believes has mental problems, they are un-loved, friendless, familyless, and even hated. This is a supreme parasite and demonic lair whose motive is, I defamed her religion?
Sounds like she had a crush on me. There are not many available bachelors at Lardo Estates. I didn’t have a clue I was being ogled. When I went for a walk with my cat Brembe, I was not looking for pussy to grab. That’s when they began to hate me behind my back.
“Who does he think he is? We aren’t good enough for him!”
The first sign that my friend and neighbor had betrayed me, was when she defended my upstairs neighbor, Cheryl, who had a major freak-out three years ago. She came to my door, screaming “CALL 99!” The operator had me get away from her so she could heard me. When her caregiver came up the stairs, I handed her the phone. She had gone to her car for a smoke, and was going to be right back. Just enough time to VICTIMIZE me!
Kim and I used to swap stories about Cheryl who is mentally ill. She drove high on meds. I suspect after contacting my daughter, and being told to get all the negative information on me she can (for her book?) she began a dossier on me, a case file. You can hear her goal, which is to get me carried off to the Johnson Unit – like her bosom buddy was. Would this be the end of my daughter’s autobiography, that is a best seller, and, she and her insane mother – are rolling in the doe?
My Judas said I was verbally abusive to Dave, who threatened to disappear my cat, who I have not seen since July 4th. Dave told me he has a gun, and his enemies are hiding in his tye-die shirt. I believe we have arrived at the end of my auto-biography ‘Capturing Beauty’.
“When I decared myself an artist at the age of twelve, I soon understood there were people who were jealous of me, and wanted me locked up in a looney bin. When I became a writer at the age of forty, I learned people were jealous of me, and would do their damnedest to see my shut away in a psycho ward. When I became a theologian, I knew she was out there, my personal Grand Inquisitor and Defender of the Faith…….and, one day, we would meet – if I was lucky! I knew she would do evil things to make sure I am thrown away in a Snake Pit for being critical of her religion. I captured her on video.
Many famous and infamous artists and writers ended up in asylums. Most of them languished away, not owning a clue what happened to them.
“Where did I go wrong? Oh God! I’m so sorry! Forgive me!”
As a newspaper man, and a reporter for my paper ‘Royal Rosamonds Press’ I got the scoop of the millennia. I wasn’t supposed to discover my daughter and this BLOB were conspiring to destroy me. I was supposed to FEEL this was going on, and, having no proof I have been utterly betrayed, I end my life. This is The Dark Ugly Side of Women all men know is there, and avoid. Jesus did not avoid it. Nor John the Baptist. One was crucified, and the other beheaded. My video of Hafner is a beheading – with castration!
With some daring do, I own this truth. I could not have found the truth if I had not confronted The Supreme Abuser of Creative Men. This is quite an achievement. I would have missed her, if not for those dog-eared pages I found in the libelous biography of the World Famous Artist………….Christine Rosamond Benton!
In the end, Christine and I share that same Ugly Tormenter. Ken Kesey, never met his Grand Inquisitor, and he knew it. So, he made her up.
I never believed in the Antichrist, but, believe in the……Un-Mommy, who with pleasure, will burn your best report cards, slash your winning ribbons, crush all your trophies. She will do her best to make as many women as possible, hate your guts!
And, then, the church bells ring!
John Presco
Copyright 2018
P.S. An old friend just called and suggested I enter my video in a short film festival. I am going to splice these videos together and title it ‘Thanks For The Feedback’.
A reclusive writer has not seen a soul for five weeks, and, ventures out of his abode, thinking things are safe, and, everyone has calmed down. I think I discovered what Thomas Pynchon learned………Writers never learn! So best, not venture out, or, solicit an opinion – ever!
I added Phone Book War. My neighbor to the side of me is a real recluse along with her daughter. I have never seen a man at their door. After six years, I still don’t know their names. When they dropped free un-wanted phone book in front of our doors, I ended up with three of them.
“Rather then throw these new things away, let’s lay them on old man Presco’s door. He probably has a old rotary phone!”
I took two in just to stop the Phone Book War. A new one was put out for me. I moved book No.4 towards my helper’s door, she moved it back. I kicked it onto her welcome mat. She leaned it up against a box, so I wouldn’t miss it. I knocked on her door and told her to stop playing mind games with me.
“I have two books already!”
For dare having a conversation with her after six years, I am her abuser. She was down there with Kim on Victim Row, listening to Liar Kim say I bought my sister’s biography at Goodwill, and thus it was of course going to be damaged goods. I went and got my camera. I had yet to make the video where Kim says she has been bad-mouthing me to my daughter. This woman in pink tells a LIE! She is a LIAR, like Kim. Then they wonder why they get a reaction from me. All three of the women in this video – ARE LIARS! One is a – SLANDERER!
Later, I knocked on pink ladies door, and said she should know something about me after all these years.
“I am a writer. I am writing about my sister and I. She was a world famous artist!”
She could care less. You can see the aguish she carries – before she moved in! Kim offered these WOUNDED LOSERS a punching bag, a man, to take it all out on! This is a REAL WITCH HUNT!
Don’t miss the long dog piss down the walkway at the end of my film. If Kim’s dog likes you, it rushes at you and pees on you. If you are on it’s shit-list, it tries to bite you and burst your eardrums. There is not middle ground at Lardo Estates. If you get on the wrong side of the Ward Boss, she is going to abuse you anyway she can. She got away with this until they installed hidden cameras.
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