In nine hours the U.S. Government will shutdown. Sometimes I wonder if God elected me to protect the poor, being, I own God Awareness, and am more than symbolically religious. As it is with me, so is it the the Poor Children of God. The richest man in the world u trying to destroy me, with the help of the Presidetnt and the false Repubicans.
My brother removed the mark on my foregeead when he processed the family pics. I got it from repeatleny hitting my head against the floor and wall. I am eleven in this pic. At seven I worked as a bald ture spotter for Vic when he sold BF Goodrich. I’ve been working for Acme Produce for almost two years. When I was seven I was sent to live with my grandmother in Westwood. Vic had gone on stike. He felt he was a Sucker by having four children to raise. Mary me enrolled me in the second grade. I wondered if I would see my mother and siblings again.
Does Trump and Musk know, that the closer they get to destorying me and the poor, the closer they are getting to……..God?
John ‘The Nazarite’
Who Would Want To Be God?
Posted on March 6, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
Now that I AM a candidate FOR GOD, the question arises – WHO would want to be God? How did Meher Baba – become God?
Above is a photograph of me taken when I was eleven. My brother removed the mark on my forehead that was made by me sitting before a wall, and hitting my head against it – repeatedly. Everytime my mother entered the room, I screamed. I was about two. One time, she got on top of me and hit my head against the floor.
“You want to hit your head. I’ll hit your head – for you!”
My nephew used this as proof I was INSANE after I accused him of casing my sister’s death – when he took her daughter, Drew Benton, fishing on dangerous rocks.
When I saw th movie Tommy, Captain Walker reminded me of my father when he was young. An older Vic Presco looks like Tommy’s stepfather. Tommy is now on Broadway. Will scenes of incest and secual abuse be – cut? Was Meher Baba – abused?
John El
“When I came near enough to him, Maharaj greeted me, so to speak, with a stone which he threw at me with great force. It struck me on my forehead exactly where Babajan had kissed me, hitting with such force that it drew blood. The mark of that injury is still on my forehead. But that blow from Maharaj was the stroke of dnyan (Marefat of Haqiqat, or divine knowledge).
The more normally conscious I became, the more acute my suffering grew. For years therefore I continued to knock my head frequently on stones. That was how I eventually lost all my teeth, for through the constant knocking they became prematurely loose. This also resulted in a wound which was constantly fresh, and therefore I always used to keep a colored handkerchief tied around my forehead.
“I think A Quick One, While He’s Away is about child abuse and I think it’s about rape and I think it’s about women’s rights. But for me at the time, I wasn’t thinking of it in those terms. I was thinking just in terms of a story about somebody being deserted.
“It’s kind of an autobiographical story, I realised many years later,” he continues. “A child being deserted and being abused while the parents are away or the mother is away and then coming back and life being okay. I think the characters in the mini-opera were very real to me. I could see them and I could feel them. So when I started to go back to the idea, with the song Rael, I was on a mission to try to write a real opera. And I suppose I meant a rock opera.”
Townshend, who suffered physical and sexual abuse as a child, would go on to process the experience more fully on 1969’s multi-faceted Tommy. Meanwhile, on a formal level the striking Rael provided a platform for him to get there.
Mark On My Forehead
Posted on August 12, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press
Rosemary said I used to beat my head against the wall in a room by myself. When she came in and tried to stop me, I would throw a fit. When she left I would go back to sitting cross-legged and hitting my head. For years there was a bump and a scar that looks like it was taken out of my school photo.
Near the Fred Finch Orphanage were built two beautiful temples. In the divine view of a child healer I understood what was going on on a level few can comprehend. The great spiritual movers and shakers never get the credit they deserve, and thus only a few seek attention. When they do, it is for a very good reason. Meher Baba owned a spiritual injury on his forehead given by a homeless man who lived in filth.
My great grandparents had a fruit farm in Fruit Vale, a city that later became a part of Oakland. The old B&W is Dimond Ave.. The Finch orphanage is off Lincoln. I would take a rest here and look down on the children at play. My hypnotherapist said I learned to hypnotize myself when young in order to escape the pain. I made a healing agreement with Sandra when we were children. Did she see me sitting on the hill?
Temples and churches are built in hope angels will come and find a home in them. Christianity was built upon the idea that feeding the poor, and taking care of the orphans. was the Godly thing to do. Do these things and you will know God. Now, we have mega churches who back super candidates. Some of them are filthy rich. I will be titled ‘Insane’ for posting this.
Whoever, being a original hippie who became a follower of Meher Baba in 1967, I might be excused, along with the fact I took LSD and was hooked up to Tim Scully’s bio-feedback machine. The real hippies were about healing one another and the planet. Peter Townsend was a Baba Lover.
Jon Presco
Traditionally, the area between the eyebrows (where the bindi is placed) is said to be the sixth chakra, ajna, the seat of “concealed wisdom”. The bindi is said to retain energy and strengthen concentration.[1] The bindi also represents the third eye.[2] The Nasadiya Sukta of the Rig Veda, the earliest known Sanskrit text, mentions the word vindu/bindu.
Townshend came up with the concept of Tommy after being introduced to the work of Meher Baba, and attempted to translate Baba’s teachings into music. Recording on the album began in September 1968, but took six months to complete as material needed to be arranged and re-recorded in the studio.
“I then felt drawn to walk to the nearby temple of Khandoba in which Maharaj (Shri Upasni Maharaj) was staying in seclusion. He had been living on water there under Sai Baba’s direct guidance for over three years. At that time Maharaj was reduced almost to a skeleton due to his fast on water. He was also naked and surrounded by filth.
When I came near enough to him, Maharaj greeted me, so to speak, with a stone which he threw at me with great force. It struck me on my forehead exactly where Babajan had kissed me, hitting with such force that it drew blood. The mark of that injury is still on my forehead. But that blow from Maharaj was the stroke of dnyan (Marefat of Haqiqat, or divine knowledge).
Figuratively, Maharaj had started to rouse me from “sound sleep”. But in sound sleep man is unconscious, while I, being superconscious, was wide awake in sound sleep. With that stroke, Maharaj had begun to help me return to ordinary consciousness of the realm of illusion.
That was the beginning of my present infinite suffering in illusion which I experience simultaneously with my infinite bliss in reality. But it took me seven years of acute struggle under Maharaj’s active guidance to return completely to, and become established in, normal human consciousness of the illusion of duality, while yet experiencing continuously my superconsciousness.
The more normally conscious I became, the more acute my suffering grew. For years therefore I continued to knock my head frequently on stones. That was how I eventually lost all my teeth, for through the constant knocking they became prematurely loose. This also resulted in a wound which was constantly fresh, and therefore I always used to keep a colored handkerchief tied around my forehead.
The more I returned to worldly normality the more impatient my mother became to see me settled into the routine of life. To satisfy her I joined the Kan (Kavasji) Khatan theatrical company as its manager (1916) and traveled with the show to Lahore.
Several years later, after becoming almost three-fourths normally conscious while retaining full superconsciousness, I went to Sakori and stayed for six months (July-December, 1921) near Maharaj. At the end of this period Maharaj made me know fully what I am, just as Babajan had made me feel in a flash what I am.
During those six months Maharaj and I used to sit near each other in a hut behind closed doors almost every night. On one such occasion Maharaj folded his hands to me and said, “Merwan, you are the Avatar and I salute you”.
For about four months after this (January-May, 1922) I stayed in a small jhopdi (thatched nut). It was built for me temporarily on the edge of some fields in the very thinly populated area of what is now the Shivajinagar area of Poona. In this manner I began to live independently, surrounded by men who formed the nucleus of the mandali. One of these was the first to start addressing me as “Baba” [literally “compassionate father”].
Some of the men were drawn intuitively to me long before they had any clear idea of my inner state. Others were attracted to me by hints from Babajan and Maharaj. And still others I drew directly to me.
At that time both Babajan and Maharaj began telling various people, referring to me, that “The child is now capable of moving the whole world at a sign from his finger.” Once (May, 1922) Maharaj addressed a large gathering of the mandali and said, “Listen to me most carefully. I have handed over my key (spiritual charge) now to Merwan, and henceforth you are all to stick to him and do as he instructs you. With God’s grace you will soon reach the goal.” Still others, Maharaj asked individually to follow me.
‘Face of a Rose’
Posted on September 3, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
For three months I have been looking for a way to tell my reader what must be told. In 1971 I ran into a group of black people living in my building on Beacon Hill who were looking at Islam and Christianity, seeking a way to combine them. They were considering killing me until they learned about Meher Baba via another tenant who I took to see a film about his life. Two days later, Shaheb invited me into his apartment down the hall, and said;
“Why didn’t you tell us who you were. We were going to kill you. Meher Baba is the one we have been looking for.”
We ended up taking the Mafia to court. They had come to own our building and wanted all the tenants out. I talked Shaheb and his followers from arming themselves and holding a standoff in a building built in 1779, that was located two blocks from the Kennedy house, and three blocks from the State House. I went to court for six months seven blocks away. We won our case after a failed attempt on my life. Two thugs broke into the managers apartment, and cut the throat of the black labrador puppy that belonged a couple that was squatting. These killers smeared the blood of this innocent puppy all over the walls as I stood in the hall hearing its cries.
This is what Mary Ann’s attorney did not want the judge who preside of the child custody to recall, because he presided over our Jihad with the Mafia. Brit Tharaldsen was thirteen when she took the witness stand and told Judge Boutillini she would rather live with me that her own father. My stepdaughter then heard the Judge tell the bailiff to take me up to his office and handcuff me to his desk. Forty minutes the judge come in.
“I know I know you. Where do I know you from?”
“You don’t know me. We never met.”
The cock crows thrice.
In the last two days I have listened to an ex-Jihadist on CNN give a message aimed at young westerners flocking to ISSIS who are cutting the throats of journalists – MESSENGERS! I found the dead puppy stuffed behind the toilet.
I became a follower of Meher Baba in 1967 when I was twenty years old. I had a fall while on LSD, and members of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love were wondering if I was a Satguru, the one who would lead them in a cosmic holy war against the Military Industrial Complex. I was much more that that. I had seen God. I believe I am QUTB.
Ten years ago I founded Baja-Israel and placed the Shekinah on Santa Cruz Island. My female angel bid me to do these things, and, then she was gone. Where did she go? In my novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ I put her at the cosmic epicenter of a massive computer build to capture human souls. She is in disguise.
In my unfinished novel ‘The Lion of God’ I have Mary Magdalene, and Saint Thomas, running a cheap religious trinket stand in India, they pestering the good folks lined up to visit the tomb of divine saint. Here is the tomb of Hazrat Babajan who was considered a QUTB. Her name means ‘face of a rose’. She is kin to the Prophet Mohammed.
I also began a theological novel ‘Where Art Thou’ which is the first question put to Adam and Eve, and thus humanity. Young Jihadist are seeking conscious contact in the Web…..with God!
Meher Baba used an alphabet board to speak out against the use of LSD. I understood I had TRESPASSED, had found heaven while on a powerful dose of LSD. I have been repairing that rent for forty seven years. For the most part I succeeded in doing the impossible. However, there is a fresh tear in the Fabric of Heaven that is made by the World Wide Web that was invented by so called Hippies looking to create a alternative world. Several years ago young Arab men and women employed the computer to launch the Arab Spring that has morphed into ISSIS.
Before newspapers and television, there were books and messengers. Divine Messages were sent by the QUTB and for the most part were received and passed on by what can be described a spiritual osmosis. I caution against the word PSYCHIC TRANSMISSION, for we are God-made computers that are much more advanced then any computer can be. The term ‘made in His image’ is the key. When we hide from God, we are not only hiding from THE TRUTH, but are disappearing the opportunity to be one with THE TRUTH.
“Where art thou?”
Yesterday I found a Newsweek article in my new dentist office. It may explain how ISSIS came to be. Young people all over the world want out of THE LAB. They want to live life in ernest. We are growing numb to the human experience that is shame-based. My secret work has been to destroy the shame-base virus that always infects the Godhead.
To hear about the naked pics of celebs taken from THE CLOUD, is Biblical, a sign of New Genesis that some scholars say was written by a woman. I concur. Having studied the Indian religion at twenty, I had no problem believing Mary Magdalene was a QUTB. So called women scholars who attached themselves to the Holy Blood and Grail, could not accept my input about Meher Baba and Hazarat, because that is not the horse they rode in on.
What amuses me, is that no one has the guts to declare women have an ego, and it is identicle to the ego of a man. We Hippies discovered this while taking LSD with women. This was the naughty breakthrough, because religious men are prone to wrap women who get near them in a Shroud of Shame. No sooner out of the box, ISSIS is wrapping young women in shame.
Perhaps naked photos of ISSIS warriors posted on the Web, is called for?
Keep their heads wrapped!
“Who told you you were naked?”
Meher Baba’s great work was to unite all the religions of the world so that all humanity would own love, dignity, and respect for one another’s quest to know God. We so called Hippies were practicing what many preached.
Jon the Nazarite
http://www.newsweek.com/internet-making-us-crazy-what-new-research-says-65593
http://www.meheryuga.com/p/about-meher-baba.html
In 1954 Meher Baba declared himself to be the Avatar of the Age, which is a similar term like the Buddha, Christ or Prophet of the present time and said that all religions of the World should be regarded as “beads on one string.” He stated that he has come to redeem the humanity from the bondage of false spirituality and show the real path to God’s Love, which he explained could be found in one’s own heart.
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