I was told by three seers I died. I wonder what kind of people want James Bond to rise from the dead and be in a movie that will entertain them for two hours. Is there a Secular James Bond Cult that wants to see a powerful and invincible human being, do almost supernatural things, so, members of this cult do not even consider Jesus?
By connecting James Bond to the Knight Templars and Shroud of Turin, I have put an end to those Happy Agnostic Days and Ways? I mean, they just want him – TO POP UP – and go about his predictable business – as if nothing has happened. Is not this……ARTICIAL INTELLIGENCE BOND?
A hundred years from now I see robots doing the Pop Goes the Weasel Dance.
Give the handle a couple of more cranks….
John Presco
On 24 December 1852, an ad in the Birmingham Journal offered lessons in the “Pop Goes The Weasel” dance, described as a “highly fashionable Dance, recently introduced at her Majesty‘s and the Nobility’s private soirees”.[9] On 28 December 1852, an advertisement in The Times promoted a publication that included “the new dance recently introduced with such distinguished success at the Court balls” and contained “the original music and a full explanation of the figures by Mons. E. Coulon”.[10] Eugène Coulon was a well-known dance-master.[3] In January 1853, the Bath Chronicle featured an advertisement from dance master, Mr. T. B. Moutrie, for “instruction in the highly fashionable dances” including “Pop Goes the Weasel”.[11]
The Portal of The Way
Posted on April 17, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
I have seen God. I have gone through the Portal of The Infinite Truth!
Below is the path I took to get to the rock at McLure’s Beach. Note the path in Leonardo’s painting. Note the portal in the rock above the cave. After falling on the zenith of the rock, my two friends had to help me down. I was bleeding profusely from a deep gash in the palm of my hand. They carried me over the land bridge that the sun sets in the back of, like the eye of God, whom I saw on the other side of this rock, sitting on a rock, with one sandal in the sea, and the other, on the sand. He had his back to me.
Seeing God, has long been a problem for me. Not seeing God, has long been a problem for you. And, that is that!
Jon ‘The Seer’
My Death And Seeing God
Posted on April 17, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
Going Into Shock & PTSD
Posted on August 12, 2013by 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
John ‘The Seer’
Posted on September 23, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
Above is the cave Keith Purvis took me to with his kin and our mutual friends. It is located a hundred feet from the rock I fell on a year later. When I was authoring my theological novel ‘Where Art Thou?” I found myself sitting in front of this cave beholding ‘The Tree of Life’ in the back of this abyss, surrounded by a hundred galaxies. I had pondered God’s first question to the man and woman he created, and believed I had come upon the answer as to why Adam and Eve became invisible.
I had just finished reading Tolkien’s Ring Trilogy when Keith Purvis, James Taylor, and myself, set out for McClure’s Beach to drop Stanley Augustus Owsley’s latest and most powerful dose of LSD. On the beach, Keith suggested we each drop two doses. That was our first mistake. We had stopped and got some hotdogs and buns which was a cosmic joke, because you can’t eat anything – on two doses! We brought no water or soda – our second mistake. The date was February 11, 1967. It was unusually warm. However, the nights were still cold.
As we climbed the large rock at the end of the beach, I began to feel the effects of the LSD. I looked up to see Keith and James disappear into the sun that was setting atop the rock. I had a vision of us as Hobbits taking the Ring of invisibility to the mount to cast it in so we three could end the War in Vietnam.
When I stood up at the zenith, I was in a flash of bright white light. I lost my footing, and was tumbling down the rock. I put my hands out to stop my slide, and cried out as a sharp piece of rock tore into the palm of my hand. My feet were dangling over the edge. I looked down a hundred feet at the sea lions on a rock. I went into shock. I did not have the strength to pull myself up. That’s when I felt my friends grab the army shirt I was wearing, and pull me up. I looked at their eyes and they were black orbs due to the dilation of their pupils. They could barely move. We were in deep trouble for it was a treacherous climb up, and would now be a life and death struggle to get down. Keith and James had to hand me down to one another because my legs were gone. It took us a half hour to get down, and by that time, the LSD had become a monster. We had taken too much.
James tore up my army shirt to make a bandage for my wound that exposed a bone. He took me in the water to wash my wound, and we both got soaked by a wave. We had made the final mistake. The sun was setting, and it was getting cold. Then, I saw them, these beautiful white horses coming out of the waves. It was a very peaceful sight as I sat in the sand. Then, they came, with their beautiful banners flapping in the sea breeze. They contained the cote of arms of their noble families. My ancestors were amongst them. The Lords of Rougemont and Guyere, sent knights to capture Jerusalem. We were captured in battle and hung together on a gutter of a Crusader Castle we could not defend. We were left their for weeks, in our white tunics stained with blood.
Not once in my blogs have I mentioned John of Patmos. When I read Revelations many years later, I wondered. I wondered if we had fought the coming battle of Armageddon – and won! Had we prevented a worl war?
As the knights came out of the sea, row after row, I knew I was about to die. These knight meant business. All of sudden I felt and smelled their fear. People were going to die. These knights were riding into hell. Much blood would be shed. Why? I was powerless to stop them. I was wet and cold and going into shock. We had no warm blankets. And then I heard the helicopters and the tracks of the landing barges. I was in the present. I was in Vietnam.
Jon the Nazarite
Copyright 2012
To be continued
John of Patmos is the name given, in the Book of Revelation, as the author of the apocalyptic text that is traditionally canonized in the New Testament. According to the text of Revelation, John is living on the Greek island of Patmos, where by some, he is considered to be in exile as a result of anti-Christian persecution under Roman emperor Domitian.[1][2]
In Christian denominations, John of Patmos is regarded as a prophet and a saint who receives divine revelation. He has been referred to as John the Divine, John the Revelator, John the Theologian, Eagle of Patmos[3] and John the Seer.
The Death of Creative Siblings by the Sea
Posted on March 26, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
Marilyn Reed bid me to see a woman, a Seer, and alas own a picture of how my late sister died. She asked me if I would abide by her findings. This is to say, what if I am wrong, and the written version by the hired ghost writers is correct?
Several days later, I remind Marilyn she asked me to get a reading at the Berkeley Psychic Insititute back in 1987 where a woman said this at the beginning of my two hour reading;
“You own your own creation. You died!”
In the second hour of the reading I got to ask questions. I began this reading as a skeptic, but, I did own a picture of where possibly my death took place.
“If it is true what you told me, where was I when I died?”
“You were on these beautiful rocks by the sea. You were in much pain. You had to let that pain go.”
http://www.berkeleypsychic.com/
My fall on a dramatic rock that buttressed into the sea at McClure’s Beach came to mind. My feet were hanging over the edge of a hundred foot drop. There was a bad gash in the palm of my hand. I could see my bone.
Yesterday I read Julie Lynch has sold an idea for a Televison series that might come out next year. She claimed a famous director bought her script about Christine Rosamond, several year ago.
“Before the Wave: The Life Story of Christine Rosamond
Drama
Not yet released
When the idealistic artist known as Rosamond defiantly emerges from a dark childhood, suppressed by abuse and alcoholism, and rockets to worldwide fame, becoming the world’s most published painter, she discovers that her road into the light is twisted, wrought with sabotage, and at the tips of her reach.”
Christine and I – DIED! I am dead to my family because they keep competing with one another and me in order to get close to the Fame & Money they hope outsiders will give them. I will never lay eyes on a family member again. You got to let us go. You got to stop feeding off us, feeding off the dead! Alcoholism is a disease. My sister died on her first sober birthday. I will be sober twenty-nine years in April. Christine and I do not want to see Julie Lynch exploiting our disease – for money! Go do your own paintings. Try writing a poem. Leave us alone!
Here is a good view of the house Christine stayed in. Look how steep it is to the water. Shamus Dundon claimed he was jogging here to get warm because it was a “blustery” morning. Christine is free of your lies! Stop feeding off our energy.
Jon Presco
Point Reyes is a prominent cape and popular Northern California tourist destination on the Pacific coast of northern California. It is located in Marin County approximately 30 miles (50 km) west-northwest of San Francisco. The term is often applied to the Point Reyes Peninsula, the region bounded by Tomales Bay on the northeast and Bolinas Lagoon on the southeast. The headland is protected as part of Point Reyes National Seashore.
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The Bridge of Life and Death
Posted on September 23, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Bridge of Light
The bottom two photos show a hole in the rock I climbed, twice. The second time I crossed over this bridge, I was bleeding profusely from a deep gash in the palm of my hand that I had to use to get us over this narrow place. I left bloody palm prints on the bridge. My two alarmed friends handed me across. Their eyes were black saucer due to the high dosage of LSD we took, that made it very difficult for them to stand. I was going into shock and could barely use my legs. This is when I had a vision of being lifted down from the cross. If I was left on this rock, I would die on this rock.
Here are some photos I took of the piece of the rock I retrieved when I returned twenty years later. It fits the rock I painted for the Coalition President Obama formed to fight ISIS. I used Mount Sinai as a model.
In February of 1968, my two friends and I walked down this path to
the sea after dropping one of most powerful doses of Owsley’s finest
LSD to date. It was unseasonably warm.
http://www.dancooperart.com/pages/country/calif/pathtomclures.html
After walking along a sandy beach, Kieth Purvis, and James Taylor,
began to climb this beautiful rock that the sun sat upon. I followed
after them. Halfway up the LSD began to kick in, and all of a sudden
my legs felt very weak. Almost to the top, I looked up and saw Keith
and James walk into the sun. This was a very powerful dose, and I
knew we were in for a ride.
I stood up at the zenith of the rock, for just a second. I was
wearing hard-sole shoes and suddenly my foot gave way on the jagged
rocks and I was going down – hard! I found myself tumbling down the
steep side of the rock and put my hands out to stop my slide over
the edge. A jagged rock tore into the plam of my left hand and tore
away the flesh exposing part of the bone. I had stopped my fall just
a foot from the edge, my feet almost dangling over a two hundred
foot fall to the sea below. I was looking at sea lions on a rock
below, and thought that they would be witness to my fall if I could
not get back up.
I called to my friends, and they came to my rescue. One held the
hand of the other as he came down the slope and grabbed for my hand
to pull me up. This accomplished, the three of us sat huddled atop
this rock staring at each other and our incredibly dialated eyes.
The first part of a LSD trip can be harrowing as you feel all this
energy shooting up your spinal colomn, and it is best one be on
their back, in a secure invironment. Our looks told each other this
was more then a powerful dose. Someone said they could not move.
Someone said we have to get off this rock while we still can.
The sun was now an hour from setting. We literally crawled down from
that rock, hanging on to each other, helping each other over the
most difficult parts. There was a rocky bridge about seven feet
across.
The first words I spoke after I came back to life, after lying in my room for two days, was’
“I am thirsty. I would like a glass of water.”
Tim Scully’s sister had approached me, knelt, took my hand, and asked me what I wanted. Tim was a member of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, as was my friend who was with me when I died on a powerful dose of Orange Sunshine, of which I had an hour before taken another dose so I could get back into my body. There were about five members of the Brotherhood present who had heard of my death. I never met them.
When I took a few sips of water from the crystal goblet, I said this;
“With this water I swallow, I wash the drug LSD from my system, into my urinary track, and I need to use the toilet, where I will flush this drug into the sea, and dilute it, take it from you forever. The game is over.”
And I rose, and did just that. I purged Orange Sunshine from my body, and a movement I was a part of. Later, I would tell two young men who were preparing a batch of LSD for Europe;
“The cops are outside waiting for you.You’re going to get busted.”
Most of the Brotherhood got busted – after the powerful king-like entity that was inside me, rebuked them, with permission of the Lord of Truth I beheld on McClure’s Beach February 11, 1967. I was being asked to be a anti-war Messiah. The LSD I took, did not go with me where I saw my sisters adorned in the jewels of heaven. Back here on earth, I was adorned in precious jewels with wisdom beyond compare. LSD was doing damage to a very delicate God-consciousness that I have been attuned to most of my life.
Above is a photograph of the cave I visited for the third time. The first time was with a group of about eight people who were taking LSD in order to “Know thyself”. This was at the end of 1965. It was not a matter of who you knew, or, what you were. We were not into attainment, inheriting money from your dead kindred so you could carry on their lifestyle. We sought the death of the ego so we could be liberated.
Yesterday I noticed that the Mendes da Costa family are kin to the de Rover (Roover) family who married into the Rosemont family, and were members of the Swan Brethren of which William of Orange belonged. William was made a loan by the famous banking family of Suossa in order to launch his invasion of England in what is called ‘The Glorious Revolution’ that evangelicals claim has come to America, and one day will establish a theocratic state vs. a democracy.
For months I have been asking folks; “Did Jesus establish a democracy?” I got no answer! It looks like Jesus’ kindred helped found – THIS DEMOCRACY – along with my kinfolk! Evangelicals want it both ways! They want to rule a earthly and heavenly kingdom, but, can’t produce Divine Permission – or a Deed of Trust – like I can! One need only look at County Records to see who owns those sixty acres at Plantation Point. I wonder what bank holds the mortgage?
This Promised Land by Samuel Josefa de Mattos, looms large, for this promise was made to one who appears to be kin to Samuel, and, WE shed our blood fighting the British for this “Jew’s Land” in the American Revolution.
Above is the oldest surviving painting of four generations of the de Rover family being ushered by Saint George before ‘Our Sweet Lady’ who was venrated by the Swan Brethren. Who is she – really?
I have climed in many posts I am the true Swan Knight who descends from a Secret Linage. Today, that linage is found. There is a link between the Sephardic Jews and the Huguenots that is just being uncovered.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
1648 DIEGO TEIXEIRA (ABRAHAM SENIOR) (Portugal-Germany)
A former Spanish diplomat, he decided after moving to Hamburg to return to Judaism and had himself and his sons circumcised. Despite a vicious denunciation by the Viennese court, the Hamburg senate refused to confiscate his property and wealth. Teixeira founded the international banking house that became known as Teixeira de Mattos. In 1655 he was appointed by Sweden as its local diplomatic and financial minister. Teixeira was active in the Jewish community and helped build the new Sephardic synagogue in Hamburg.
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