Rena and I were made in the image of God.

Capturing Beauty

I looked at Venus last night on Wikipedia, and may alas know why Rena Easton freked out when she read my letter – and listened to my tape

THE BIRTH OF VENUS

Christians named The Morning Star, Lucifer – and Satan! This happened when Jesus was made a God – because of his resurrection. All earthly beauty was moved over to the AFTERLIFE, and, Satan Paul held Beauty for ransom. He was a five foot tall bowlegged freak with a unibrow. He encourage his followers to stop having sex. I believe the majority of Jews worshipped Astarte. So did,….

MARY MAGDALENE ROSE OF THE WORLD

Christine Rosamond Benton took up art in 1971 after seeing my painting of Rena. I painted it at Peter Shapiro’s house. My brother stole it when hipped me off. I had a dream of Chistians turning Rena against me – after they listened to my tape. I played it for Patrice and Hether when we first met.

Every other day Rena and drove a mountain rode for swim at Rio Nedo beach. Im going to ask Heather Star to do a reading of

THE BIRTG OF VENUS

I have looked at a hundred AI Beauties, and some came close

Play both videos at the same time and come to heaven on earth.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucifer

Astarte is a powerful, ancient Semitic goddess of fertility, love, sexuality, and war, originating from the Phoenician and Canaanite pantheons, and closely related to the Mesopotamian Ishtar; she was widely worshiped across the Mediterranean, identified with goddesses like Isis, Aphrodite, and Hathor, and symbolized by the star (Venus), lion, horse, and dove. Her worship, often linked to the god Baal, involved rituals celebrating female power, life, and creation, but was later condemned in the Hebrew Bible (as Ashtoreth), though she remained a significant figure representing both life-giving and destructive forces.

By Waterfall With My Muse

Here is my prophetic post that ends thus; “I studied this beautiful creature as the sun sent beams of sunlight thru the canopy. I heard these unspoken words……

“You have found me!”

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/08/14/by-a-beautiful-waterfall-with-the-young-woman-i-love/

I think Rena became jealous of her young self, she summizing (with friend) I was still lusting after the seventeen year old Rena, and was only using the sixty one year old Rena to get to her once again.

Now, why on earth would she think that?

Greg

When Rena and I left the backyard, we went to that freak-out hotel on Telegraph so we could engage in intercourse in a bed. It was a disaster. No sooner did we get naked in bed, then we heard blood curdling screams and evil arguments – from every room. Folks were on bad drug trips. Our room was ugly and used – in an abusive way.

I looked at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, who did not belong here. What a mistake.

“Let’s get out of here! Get dressed.
“Where are we going.”
“It’s a surprise.”

We crossed the San Rafael Bridge around six in the afternoon. We got to Mount Tamalpais, and pitched our beloved tent at seven. We had two hours of daylight. Rena loved this place.

“I want to go swimming. Is there any place to swim?”

“Yes, follow me!”

Fifteen minutes later, we are standing on the trail looking at the beautiful pool of deep water that Catarac Falls fell into.

“Will this do?” I asked, and was taken aback at how incredible Rena looked against the forest. I was enthralled by her perfect profile and watched her eyes take in the beauty all around us.

But, Rena was not smiling. I had a hard time reading her. We hardly knew each other. That fact become very apparent, because we were now utterly alone. We were deep in a beautiful forest. I could tell she was feeling uncormfable. I suddenly realized if she went swimming in this forest lagoon, I would want to be in the water with her. She did not want that. I could tell she was hiding her discomfort – very well. For some reason she did not want us to be naked in that pool, and embrace. Under her facade I could see she was afraid. Why?

“Rena.” I spoke softly. “I don’t want to seduce you anymore. I want to get to know you. I want to be with the person behind that beautiful face. I want to talk with you. I want you to talk to me.”

Rena looked so startled, as if she had been found, or, found out. She was trapped inside her beauty. Her beauty was her shield that told everyone she was doing well, and there was no need to dig any deeper.

I watched her stagger, then struggle to keep her balance as my beautiful blue eyes told her I was speaking the truth. Indeed, I would never touch her again if I could not see the real Rena.

“No ones ever talked to me before.” she said.
“What do you mean. Surely people have conversed with you?”
“But, they’ve never talked to me.”
“You mean, I am the first one?”
“Yes!”
“I have trouble believing that?”
“It’s true!”
I studied this beautiful creature as the sun sent beams of sunlight thru the canopy. I heard these unspoken words……

“You have found me!”

This is one of the most incredible moments of my life.

In Roman folklore, Lucifer (“light-bringer” in Latin) was the name of the planet Venus, though it was often personified as a male figure bearing a torch. The Greek name for this planet was variously Phosphoros Φωσφόρος (also meaning “light-bringer”) or Heosphoros/Eosphoros Ἑωσφόρος (meaning “dawn-bringer”).^[2] Lucifer was said to be “the fabled son of Aurora^[3]^[4] and Cephalus, and father of Ceyx“. He was often presented in poetry as heralding the dawn.^[2]

The Latin word corresponding to Greek Phosphoros is Lucifer. It is used in its astronomical sense both in prose^[a]^[5]^[b] and poetry.^[c]^[d] Poets sometimes personify the star, placing it in a mythological context. As the Latin name for the morning appearances of the planet Venus, it corresponds not only to the Greek names Phosphoros and Eosphoros, but also to the Egyptian name Tioumoutiri, and the Old English term Morgensteorra (morning star).

A similar name used by the Roman poet Catullus for the planet in its evening aspect is “Noctifer” (Night-Bringer).^[9] This name respectively corresponded to not only the Greek name Hesperus Ἕσπερος (star of the evening), but also the Egyptian name Ouaiti, and the Old English term Æfensteorra (evening star).

Latin Lūcifer “light-bringer, morning star” (lux + ferre); used in the Vulgate for Isaiah 14:12 (Hebrew הֵילֵל בֶּן־שָׁחַר, Helel ben Shahar; translates to “Shining One, Son of the morning/dawn”), later applied to Satan in Christian tradition.^[10]^[e]^[f] The translation of the Hebrew word הֵילֵל, hêlēl means “Shining One”.^[14]

Sitting on the shore, watching my beloved Rena Victoria go into, and come out of the water, was my inspiration for ‘The Birth Of Venus’ that was written while I was living on the McKenzie River.

Several days later I recorded my story on tape. The next day Marilyn showed up with the latest Enya tape ‘The Celts’ that I spliced into my story. There is another half still to be told.

Jon

The Birth of Venus

By
Jon Presco
Copyright 1988

In the time before the coming of Man, before he learned to count the stars in the Heaven, and name the Seas that surrounded him, there was a morning star that danced in the deep blue sky at dawn’s first light. This was the time when wisdom and thoughts were not in man for he was not created yet. But there was whisperings in the inky night, and hushed tales reaching earth from distant stars, and in great tales yet to be stored in the hold of the moon, whose round sails traversed the sky, its sails adjusted and trimmed to the moods of the months and seasons, but not to the moods man, for even the gods did not have their whims as yet.

Then there was talking amongst the great rocks that buttressed into the sea, so deep and ancient the voices that only the seagulls could hear them and amass took flight over the horizon. There were rumors in the pounding waves as they marched to the shore that eternity was coming to dwell on Earth, and until then, only the breaking waves could count it. And they consulted the prophets in the rocks who had no form, who let the great waves take them bit by bit and turn them into sand till they fell like colossus back into the sea. But they were not vanquished for they dwelt in the spirit of all the land and had the wisdom to know they were not immortal, that their demise would take almost forever. But by then they would be wise, almost as wise as the gods, and by then, they would go wherever the gods would lead them, like dust captured in the tails of comets, they will follow.

But this rumor would not abate, for they did not understand the nature of it, from where it came, or where it would wend. Even the fish in the sea became agitated, and the shellfish wiggled deeper into the sand as if a great storm was brewing.

“Ahh!” the wisdom in the sea and rocks sighed with relief. “It is a great storm the god have in store for us. So, this is the nature of the rumor. But, we have withstood the greatest forces the gods have hurled at us. We can survive any tempest. Let it come and do its worst.

But in the Night they became aware it was longer, and the rumor would not desist. Now the birds on the land, and the song in the tree began to understand, and the great fatherly Night was awoken. Stroking his jet black beard, where gather a thousand stars, his deep piercing blue eyes searched for the offender, the rebels, so he might blot them out then file their existance atop the mountain tops pressed in stone. So many great bragarts had come and gone.

“What is it that awakens all that should be asleep, what nocturnal song is this that steals the Earth’s deep slumber, that wakes me falsely before it is time? Best not let the rising sun catch you at such play; for he is jealous of what you do when he is away. I his grandfather am too old for this ruckus, and I am left in charge of you like a nurse maid. Now return to your sleep, and be patient.” he ordered.

There was grumbling in the sea and rocks who were insulted by the Night. For their wisdom was treated like the buzzing of insects, and collectively they protested.
“Perhaps it is better for you to retire old man, and take your insults with you. For you are never here to see who you are really talking to. You are blind to how beautiful the world really is, and how great is our drama that unfolds at the signal of dawn’s rainbow, the ribbons of celebration that herald the arrival of your golden grandson. Oh how festive we can be, how young and eternal as we rejoice, as the color of the world returns – and the turquoise sea crashes like symbols upon the majesty of the cliffs!”

And now the animals joined in this rebellion and the Night gave out a great “Hush!
Quiet you fools. I have seen your antics. I have seen them reflected in the moon that appears in the day. It is my mirror I hold, for as you know I am full of curiosity. I might be senile and forgetful, but not as forgetful as you. The language of my time appears distorted, but not as distorted and forgetful as your dreams. Now to sleep with your arrogance, for you know I forget nothing. In your sleep I am your master, and it all comes back to haunt you. The ghost of your days are false, as is the false dawn.

Now for those whom sleep can not return to, I will have my daughter sing you a lullaby of the morning. For she is like a mother who has risen early to do her chores. She lights the little candle in the sky and her brightness clears the sleep from all who behold her. She is like my dear daughter. Who speaks ill of her? I will not ever give her away. She is too precious to me. To pure and shy. What goes on in the day is none of my business, or hers. It is full of arrogance, just as the Sun is. And even from him she shys away.

So come my daughter, and sing a quiet refrain. You are dutiful and prompt. You are patient and kind. Come, and sing a song about humility.”

But as the great Night turned to retire, his daughter did not sing. And this filled the Night with dread. Had she rebelled against him too? He was afraid to look fearing the mockery of the earth, for her creatures were now in frenzy of whispering that gave the Night a chill on his back.

“Look oh fatherly Night. Your daughter is gone. She is not there”

All beheld this were sad and alarmed, for they knew the Night had spoken wisely. Was this the rumor they had heard that was now a Nightmare; for all who beheld her were calmed by her beauty and her fresh young steadiness, and above all, her loyalty. Her song and her voice were liken to the Angels – who visit the earth.

Now the stars waning in the sky twinkled with confusion, and they beheld from their perch a great black cloud rising from the middle of the sea. And suddenly the sea was tossed into a tempest, and even it was afraid, and the sea is never afraid. And it embraced the wise souls within the rocks who hugged the rocks like a frightened child, but could not hold on, and slid back into the churning froth.

The trees on the edge of the land were trying to flee from the cloud, shuddering in fear. Their roots held for a little while, and then they were felled. The creatures on the land ran for cover, but the shrieks of the storm that ran faster they, and were in their dens before them, filling them with dread. The birds on the cliffs, and the rocks could cling on, and like leaves from a great oak they were plucked and carried in a great vortex around the black beating wings of the cloud that made the sea go where it did not want to go. Even the great fish in the sea were turned round and round. All but the clam was not safe.

Then there came from the menacing cloud and a bolt of lightening that turned the night into day. The Night cried out; “I am blind!” And the sea let go a terrible moan as a bolt of lightening pierced its depth, its ever present darkness, and not even the clam was spared as it tried to burl deeper into the sand, and was struck one mighty – but gentle blow.

The storm now went upon the land and raised havoc with those things who had never seen such fury. It struck angrily at the ground, and from it rose angry men, the first men. And they saw the tempest they were born into and the devastation around them. And the wisdom that had dwelt in the great rocks, flew from their crying mouths, saying; “This is a cruel land!” And they took felled trees to the sea and made rafts of them, then sailed away.

At first light, all was still and quiet. The sea had lost much of its voice that now filled the mouths of the captains of the ships, they using the wisdom that now found a home in them, commanding as the sea had done the new living things to make their crafts sturdier and defy the sea itself.

And they were wise enough to flea from the reach of the rocks that tried to pull them back and embrace them, jealous now that they were wise enough to avoid them. And they pointed to the stars who were startled, but pleased, as the wisdom from the captains declared them their only friends. But the stars were in morning and in unison asked the Night; “Where pray-tell is our sister? Why do you not let her come out and play with us?

Then came a warm wind from over horizon. It was the last sigh of the Night, and from it flew a Kite and it spoke of this rumor that had stirred the whole world; “Love is coming.”

“Love! What is Love?” And the world turned to the Night as he wearily receded over the land.
“I don’t know. Don’t ask me.” But from then on humanity would ask this question of the Night, in the night, and in a hushed embrace find the answer.

Even the captains at sea suddenly found themselves asking “What is Love?” and sat on the prow of their ships looking at the first light of dawn, then up into the heavens where once rose a beautiful star who the Night named Venus, whose lovely calm song and beautiful dance was yet to be beheld by men. If they had heard and seen her then they would know the moment they lay eyes on her, before the sea, the great rocks, the birds, the fish in the sea even suspected there was such a thing, that she was Love. Deep down in the core of all things they knew they were humbled; for with the coming of Love was a better and more endearing idea of what Eternity is. Only the Night knew this was the Truth. For only eternity could take a beautiful star out of the heavens, and as he sadly turned and beheld the pink ribbons in the sky that pulled from over the sea the great star that was the Sun, he whispered. “And only Eternity can put a star in the heavens.” But where oh where was his granddaughter?

There was a hush upon the land, but for the birds who rose early to tune the harps in their song. The wings of the great storm were now billowy giants in the sky, its mountainous peaks lit in the purest white, the finest gold, and decorated with the most heartwarming pinks and violets. This was the throne room of Zeus, the new god born to rule over men and their chaos. But, he was nowhere to be seen. No one dare ask after his fury for answers to the questions that haunted them. Perhaps the youth, the Sun know. In his delight, and in his daylight would come an answer. For something else had come to dwell on Earth….The Unknown.

“What will become of us? What is our Fate?”

Lying in a tide pool was a scallop shell it too exhausted by the storm. But suddenly the two halves opened up to expose the deepest and blackest pearl, and all gasped. For it was blacker and deeper then the blackest night. Then it began to turn a deep blue, deeper then any blue in the depths of the sea, or in the last light of the day. Then came a song so frail and faint all things hushed but the birds in flight. Only their flapping wings could be heard, but they now went into a glide circling to hear the song like an angels. And this song put a spark in the black marble of their eyes, and it shown like a star as they now beheld one resting in the shell.
Venus my daughter, rise!” Spoke a voice from deep the cloud. And it spoke as all the drops of rain, now as one. And the earth filled with the musical quality of the rain, and the sky cleared. It was the song of all questions yet to be asked “Do you love me?”, now joined as one in the answer, as they answered the song of Venus as she grew and rose from the shell, a dutiful maiden, always with a song in her heart.

She was beautiful, in a form not unlike that of men. But hers did not boast, defy, command, but had received the best qualities that wisdom deigned to create. Her form was as reasuring and comforting to the life around her as she was when she was a star in the sky. All that beheld her beauty was well pleased, for she was as perfect a compliment one could pay to life’s majestic design.

Then Venus began to dance. She saw all things as a mirror to reflect the beauty she felt, and she reflected it back. In the motion of her form her hands imitated the waves. Leaping, she mimicked the plumes of the waves that were thrown high into the air by the rocks. Her hair was like the wings of an albatross in graceful slow-motion flight as she pranced like a horse into the water, then arching her back, she dove into its depths. Her strong tapered legs like mating porpoises raised her to the surface. Then, standing in the pristine sea she wiggled her toes like fish playing with other fish, all the time not letting go of the two halves of the shellfish that born her.

Suddenly she heard a quiet voice inside her, and looked brightly about to see what other wonders were before her.
“Oh, Daughter Star. Tell me why you hold those shells so tight, and never let them go?”

Venus looked up and beheld a sliver of moon peeking at her in the sky, and asked;

“Is it you who spoke to me and gave me a name?”

“Yes Venus I did. We are dear friends. I have cradled you since the dawn of time.”

Venus smiled at ther lofty faraway friend, and then dearly at her shells.

“I carry these shells for they are my mother and father and I care about them so very much.”

Venus closed her eye as the world sighed at her innocence. She now knew who she was talking to. It was the Dream in the Night, the dream of long ago that took her places she could not go, but somehow, she knew those places well. For the day-moon was whispering all its secrets to her, reassuring her, that life would always be a wonderful mystery.

One response to “By Waterfall With My Muse”

Royal Rosamond Press October 18, 2016 at 9:24 pm EditReblogged this on rosamondpress and commented:Because……….what I predicted has come true, and what was so hidden, is now a an incredible drama upon the world stage, AM I, able to relate what Rena and I were doing on our Mountain. Because I died, saw God, and came back I was a Trantic teacher of a New Way. In a white canvas ten I placed my right hand on Rena’s flat abdomen, and poured energy into her being and our foreheads almost touched. We fell apleept this way. She was a beautiful empty vessel, who could not wait to go home and show-off her aura, and……..play! When she read my letter forty-four years letter, she saw the source of her power – and rebelled! We are very ancient. I suspect the Nazarites were modeled on Zoroastrian Judges that came from India, and judged Israel for hundreds of years. Tantric teaching was employed to repair damaged couples who made up the tribal states. They ruled on tribal arguments. They fixed – halos!” Meherzad (مهرزاد) is a Zoroastrian name which means sun, offspring of sun, spirit of the sun, or born from light. The name is commonly used by Parsis in India and North America.
http://www.ambppct.org/mTour.php
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chakra
In Hinduism, a chakra (Sanskrit cakra, “wheel”) is thought to be an energy point or node in the subtle body. Chakras are believed to be part of the subtle body, not the physical body, and as such, are the meeting points of the subtle (non-physical) energy channels called nadi. Nadi are believed to be channels in the subtle body through which the life force (prana) (non-physical) or vital energy (non-physical) moves. Various scriptural texts and teachings present a different number of chakras. It’s believed that there are many chakras in the subtle human body, according to the tantric texts, but there are seven chakras that are considered to be the most important ones.
The Vedas are the oldest written tradition in India, (1,500 – 500 B.C.) recorded from oral tradition by Brahmins. The original meaning of the word chakra as “wheel” refers to the chariot wheels of the rulers, called cakravartins. (A commontransliteration is cakra, but it can also be rendered as chakra.) The word was also a metaphor for the sun, which “traverses the world like the triumphant chariot of a cakravartin and denotes the eternal wheel of time called the kalacakra which represents celestial order and balance.
The birth of a cakravartin was said to herald a new age, and they were described as preceded by a golden disk of light, much like the halo of Christ, only this spinning disk was seen in front of them (perhaps their powerful third chakras). It is also said that the god Vishnu descended to Earth, having in his four arms a cakra, a lotus flower, a club, and a conch shell. (This may have referred to a cakra as a discus-like weapon.)
The chakra system and Kundalini yoga arose within the Tantric tradition, during the second half of the first millennium, common era. The word Tantra means tool (tra) for stretching (tan) and can be thought of as a loom in which the fabric of nature is woven from the union of opposites. In the West, Tantra is thought of primarily as a sexual tradition, yet sacred sexuality is only a small part of a broad weaving of philosophy which includes many practices of yoga, worship of deities, especially the Hindu goddesses, and integration of the many polaric forces in the universe. “

Here is my prophetic post that ends thus; “I studied this beautiful creature as the sun sent beams of sunlight thru the canopy. I heard these unspoken words……

“You have found me!”

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/08/14/by-a-beautiful-waterfall-with-the-young-woman-i-love/

Now, why on earth would she think that?

Greg

I looked at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, who did not belong here. What a mistake.

“Let’s get out of here! Get dressed.
“Where are we going.”
“It’s a surprise.”

We crossed the San Rafael Bridge around six in the afternoon. We got to Mount Tamalpais, and pitched our beloved tent at seven. We had two hours of daylight. Rena loved this place.

“I want to go swimming. Is there any place to swim?”

“Yes, follow me!”

Fifteen minutes later, we are standing on the trail looking at the beautiful pool of deep water that Catarac Falls fell into.

“Will this do?” I asked, and was taken aback at how incredible Rena looked against the forest. I was enthralled by her perfect profile and watched her eyes take in the beauty all around us.

I watched her stagger, then struggle to keep her balance as my beautiful blue eyes told her I was speaking the truth. Indeed, I would never touch her again if I could not see the real Rena.

“You have found me!”

This is one of the most incredible moments of my life.

When I received a letter from my muse, I was in big-idea-war with the author Charles L. Shields who un-friended me on facebook. Charles wrote ‘And So It Goes’ the biography of Kurt Vonnegut, my only hero. Charle’s friend, Boris Kachka, wrote an article for the New York Magazine about my ex-wife who was married to the author Thomas Pynchon. Mary Ann Tharaldsen was the sister-in-law of Christine Rosamond Benton, whose muse was my muse. To realize my muse, Rena Easton, became jealous of me moments after she first lay eyes on me, and may have helped Christine become a world famous artist in my place, is right out of a Vonnegut novel. If Kurt was alive he would be reading this blog.

On 11-10-2022….I saw on the internet the oldest writing known to man. I was working on the Cynthia Coin and studying Nike FYTS. I notice THE NUMBERS in the date. There are 3 Ones on the left side of the 0 ZERO, and three 2 Twos on the other side of ZERO.

Taking a break I watched a show on OPB about the Power of Zero, which is The Fool’s card. I do not own a brain for match – darn it – or I would be – more dangerous!

LUCID is a composite of LUCIFER which I now believe is A WOMAN. One scholar suggest she is Ana, or, Hannah. Wow!.

How VENUS becomes ARIES is the QUESTion. I was working on this when I discovered I am kin to Ian Fleming, and began my own Bond book to tackle these questions. We are looking at the creation of symbols that become our first Alpha- Beta. One’s Words can now be transmitted across distances – which in itself becomes a Media of Being that multiplies itself 0x0=1. There are 2 genders’?

I stood atop Mount Tamalpias looking at the hill and path a graphic artist put a blue castle on – with Rena Easton! We were – gods!

Did Ana Lucifer offer Jesus – ten kingdoms? Was she in the body of Mary Magdalene?

Is MOSES……THE FOOL? He brings humankind THE WORDS OF GOD. The Fool is ZERO. Moses is the ALPHA-BETA.. The Man before he infinite WORDS OF GOD, and THE AFTER OWNER.

John Presco

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fool_(tarot_card)

‘When Man BecameThe Goddess’

Here are two car commercials.

Mazarati Rena & Superbowl

Posted on February 3, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press

I just watched the first Superbowl commercial and it was about a black boy and a Mazarati. I offer my Muse the Rosamond Brand, and she calls the cops on me because she couldn’t wait to prove to me and my readers how loyal she is to her Red-neck. That was a $20,000,000 dollar commercial. What do these guys got? Is this how they are going to save the white race – by being stupid?

It looks like they love the racist destiny the NPI has mapped out for them that is going nowhere, but to the same hell all those beautiful German boys went to when they fell in love with Adolph Hitler.

In this prophetic post, I accept the truth Rena does not want to live with this poor hippie on a hill – for fifteen years. But, if I was a Red-neck, and stupid as a box of hammers, then this Super Woman will kill for you, throw folks in jail for you, invade Russia for you.

“besides, she had already parked herself in a little tent atop a mount overlooking the town of Monte Rio – for forty five fucking days with a hippie who was not going anywhere in life, because wanting to be someone, is not cool.”

I was watching a car commercial and saw a Rena look-alike in it. ‘The Italians are coming’ is out of this post I made over two years ago.

Maserati Sunset

Rena and I sat on our hillside watching the western sky turn into a rainbow, and then beheld the first stars appear in the thalo blue richness of the sky. This was to be our last night on our mountain before we descend to the land of mortals below.

I sat above her, and thus she used my legs and knees like a thrown, a leather bucket seat, her beautiful arms resting on me as I caressed her shoulders. A warm wind came up through the pines and oaks, and the strong smell of dry golden
grass was like a perfume that still lingers. This aroma is my solace, at knowing what she had in store, for herself, just herself.

This beautiful Midwest girl was born in the body of Ferrari, a Mazarati, in a little town in Nebraska, and for seventeen years she lived like a old crone in the home of her dear Grandmother. My God, she was in a walker at seven!

“Oh, Rena, do be careful! Watch out for those garden pebbles, They can trip you up! Now, let’s go watch the backward sprinkler till it gets dark.”

Before I came into her life, her plan was to take that beautiful Mazrati body to college – and conquer Lincoln – for starters!

Look out Lincoln, here come Rena Ferrari Maserati, Italian film goddess! Look for her to burn some rubber down your street on her way to the campus where there are a hundred good looking men in great bodies, they out of their mother’s
home, too, and there is no one to stop them, all that healthy stuff, the years they played on the swings and jungle gyms, coming down to this – College Mating Time!

If I was born in her body, there would be no way you could talk me into parking my Mazarati in that old barn in back of the Monastery, then go into the field and besides, she had already parked herself in a little tent atop a mount overlooking the town of Monte Rio – for forty five fucking days with a hippie who was not going anywhere in life, because wanting to be someone, is not cool.pick potatoes and radishes for the communal stew. No way! I mean, my God,
you’re a godly sex machine, the sexist car alive, and………

O.K. This is/was true! But Rena didn’t have to be anybody either, because she was so fucking beautiful. It just – grew on her!

Rena wanted to have a few more lovers, that will fine tune her cylinders, her moves, her love making technique, before she takes it out on the autobahn – and really opens up!
I was already in her dust, and, was trying to be fair, make it easier on both of us, by telling her;

“I would do the same thing, if I were you!”

“You would! “Oh thank you! Thank you for releasing me, and approving of everything I want to do!”

I love Rena like my own daughter. She never knew her father.

Of course I made this conversation up, because, when I pointed out the planet Pluto to her, I slapped an invisible ball and chain on her ankle while she was distracted.

“Where’s Pluto?”

“See that tiny little star at the very tip of that pine tree!

Aries Woman Festival

Posted on October 22, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

Many folks who love Halloween are asking for another day of celebration. What I propose is ‘The Aries Woman Festival’ celebrated on March 22nd. Wearing a costume is optional. Here are some events:

Bring out your Aries Woman! This is an amateur event. Aries judges will roam thru the crowd picking an Aries Woman to strut her fiery stuff on the stage.
The Grand Fire Entry. Aries Women will arrive in a car of their choice, and make a grand entrance to David Bowie’s ‘Let’s Dance’.
Aries Woman Talent Show. Judges will include famous Aries such as Rosie McDonnell, Alec Baldwin, Steven Tyler, Reese Witherspoon, and Lady Gaga.
Flamboyant Red Dress Contest.
Aries Woman Essay. Describe the Aries Woman in 300 words.
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John Presco

I am a Libra Man who has enjoyed three Aries Women as my lovers. I will be seeing my first girlfriend who was an Aries, today. Rena was an Aries, as was Laurie, whom I lived with for two years. I love reading about our astrological relationships. What drama! Having Aries rising kept me alive. I would not be able to see the world I study, if I had not been driven to the brink of despair by an Aries woman. She is the Woman that Abraham – tamed! Or, so it is written. Why did Jacob bid his sons to marry Aries Women – who had no regard for The Law and The Scales?

Jon

Loving an Aries woman can be the most thrilling and terrifying experience of your life. If she truly loves you (oh and you’ll know), she’ll be so devoted. Maybe too devoted. She will want to share herself with you. She will divulge secrets that she’s kept locked up tight her whole life. In doing so she is trusting you with not only her emotions and her life, but with her soul. The problem is that an Aries woman won’t understand if you can’t do the same. She gives you her soul she expects yours in return. If this ram doesn’t receive what she desires, she’ll feel completely devastated that she let someone break her tough shell.

http://libraperspective.blogspot.com/2010/07/libra-man-aries-woman.html

http://www.wishafriend.com/astrology/libra/libra-man-and-aries-woman.php

http://www.cafeastrology.com/articles/arieswomanlove.html

A female ram only let’s someone in if she thinks it’s for life. Once she has made up her mind that you don’t feel the same (whether you actually do or not isn’t important at this point..you’ll never convince her otherwise), she will terrorize you until the next poor victim comes along. This could possibly be as short as a week, for as I said she has that way about her, but be prepared in case it lasts longer. Hurt is shown through anger with an Aries woman. She’ll call you every name thinkable, use your weaknesses against you, tell other people what secrets you did share. This injured ram will use any means necessary (this includes violence) to ruin your life.

I don’t want anyone to be afraid of an Aries woman. They probably sound like a bit much, but there is plenty of good to go along with the bad. And if you are caught up in a battle with one, I feel pretty confident in sharing my ideas of ways to escape. First…you need to make yourself very unappealing. Do things you know she hates. Take on characteristics she would never be able to deal with. Then beg her to be with you. Literally get on your knees and beg. Act like a sad pathetic teenager from some lame romance movie. Cling to her legs and tell her you are sorry and you want to spend forever by her side making it up to her. Keep telling her about how you’ll never spend time with anyone else but her. An Aries woman doesn’t want to be smothered. And she doesn’t like pathetic.

It is very important that you do not blow off an Aries woman. If you are finished with her don’t disappear with the cold shoulder. As I said earlier, an Aries woman loves a challenge and she wants everything she thinks she can’t have. If you make her think she can’t have you…she’ll chase you around forever. Simply end the game. Make her believe she’s won and she can have you forever…I guarantee she’ll be out the door and after the next one in the blink of an eye.

The Aries and the Libra bring together an extraordinary combination of Fire and Air. The attraction they feel for each other can be very powerful, mainly because each seems to offer what the other lacks. Both the Aries and the Libra are very friendly and warm in nature making each other feel comfortable in their company.

A Libra man is the most irresistibly charming gentleman of all the zodiac signs. His smile has a splendid magic that can trap anyone at first glance and his aura is splendid and very pleasant. He is basically a sentimental, considerate and intelligent man with an answer to all the questions of this world. He needs balance in every aspect of his life and is always fair with people around him. He in love is one of a kind romantic male with so much to express that his Aries woman just melts away in his charming art of loving. He is very kind and friendly towards her and usually avoids any kind of conflict between them.

An Aries woman is quick-tempered and emotional. But at the same time she is a very courageous and has a leader’s will to take any risk. Due to the impulsive nature and jealous nature of an Aries woman, she often feels remorseful while facing the consequences of her own behavior. Usually she can charm any Libra man by her passion and innocence which makes him feel excited and admired. She becomes a strong devotee of her Libra man’s charm and his efficiency to keep things balanced in life. The Libra male always respects the confidence and independence of his Aries woman and appreciates all her efforts.

The Aries woman becomes a very stimulating partner for Libra man giving him mental challenges he needs to keep himself tuned. As both are kind and friendly, it helps them to build a strong foundation for their relationship. She always tries to balance things for him and go out of proportions to support her man in every field of life. But she dislikes being the caretaker for any man and rather wants to be a companion. The thought of controversy fascinates her but he does everything to maintain harmony in life. She needs to learn to control her emotions and use fair logic to keep him with her.

The Libra man provides balance in his as well as his Aries woman’s life. He makes a firm grip on his lady with all his senses, optimism and appealing charisma. Tact and courtesy comes naturally to him, which makes her feel more warm and feminine with him. He shows her that she is irresistible and makes her feel desirable. But the blunt frankness of the Libra man can ignite the Aries woman to expose her irrational jealous nature. She must understand that when in an argument with his lady love, the only goal of the Libra man is to gain peace and justice. For him it’s not about winning or losing but about balance. As he is very well spoken and presents a very convincing argument, he can usually calm down his Aries woman. But frequent similar situations can become a source of irritation for both of them.

The Libra man’s unconquerable optimism along with the bright faith of the Aries woman, strikes a perfect chord. He has the potency and compassion she needs, while he adores her innocuous nature. As they deeply discover the miracles of bonding, she starts giving him the peace he needs, this also helps her to soothe out disappointments and fears of rejection. Both of them fill each other’s life with the friendly understanding and warmth that keeps them at peace forever. With each coming day the magic of the Libra male creates a new magic for her and her irresistible passion brings more pleasure and delight to their life.

At first their love making abilities seem like they came straight from a popular movie scene. Passion and lust fill the air as these two have a ball in the bedroom, but this does not last forever for these two. The Libras approach to sex is imaginative, light, and less intense. The Aries woman finds herself looking for anything solid to grab onto. The fragile love and aesthetic sexual response of him can leave her somewhat chilly. She needs plenty of warm affection and fiery lovemaking to feel completely fulfilled in a physical relationship. With this man she may be left feeling a little empty. He needs to comprehend that teasing her now and then, and his little exhibitionist displays, could be distracting to his Aries princess. He should better apply his creative skills to discover some abilities or strengths in her that nobody had previously realized were within her. In return, she would let him have the smooth feel of her skin and feel her in her most intimate, most feminine of ways. She must understand that it would be far more appealing, more sensual and more erotic for his Libra male if she does not hides her sex appeal but wisely use it to tease and attract him.

Competition is high between the Aries woman and the Libra man. Unless one of them accepts defeat graciously at least part of the time, there is usually no space for peace. He struggles with her scruffy behavior at times, but struggles to leave due to the amount of love she shows him. Similarly, she does not intend to be rude, and regrets hurting him. Aries are great at starting something and not finishing it, while Libra always tries to balance out everything they start in a perfect manner. In order for a relationship to workout between them, they must stay on the same team, avoiding opposing each other. This requires him to worry less about the imbalance and spend more time on “things that actually matter” and for her to have realistic expectations and laugh off the irritations and his erratic behavior.

Eirene was a minor goddess in ancient Greek mythology, associated with ideals of peace and prosperity. Though not a major figure, she continues to hold allegorical significance in modern times through her enduring symbolic representations. This article explores the mythology and meaning behind Eirene, the Greek goddess of peace and wealth.

On this day, November 25, I John Presco, install Goddess Worship in America. Rena Easton and I camped two days on Mount Tamalpais. Rena is my muse, and the muse of Christine Rosamond, When I become President of the United States I will make the teaching of the World Goddess’s mandatory. My ancestor, John Wilson, tried to create a language and dictionary for the Native Americans.

I name America’s goddess, Irene, or Eirene, is Rena’s middle name. You have my permission, and Eirene’s permission, to worship her and her child this Thanksgiving. Be a California Child of Peace – today!

See Jon

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eirene_(goddess)

Eirene or Irene (/aɪˈriːniː/; ‹See Tfd›Greek: Εἰρήνη, Ëirene, [eːrɛ́ːnɛː], lit. “Peace”),^[1] more commonly known in English as Peace, is one of the Horae, the personification and goddess of peace in Greek mythology and ancient religion. She was depicted in art as a beautiful young woman carrying a cornucopia, sceptre, and a torch or rhyton. She is usually said to be the daughter of Zeus and Themis and thus sister of Dike and Eunomia. Her Roman equivalent is the goddess Pax.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kentfield,_California

Beauty Beyond Compare

Posted on October 4, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press

Made In The Image of God

Posted on September 6, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press

Rena and I were made in the image of God. When Christine Rosamond Presco saw a photo of the painting I did of Rena Christensen standing on a hill watching the sunset, she took up art. She couldn’t stand it, that I got so much, and she got – nothing! Out of vengeance – she had to have it all! In her autobiography that the New Narcists disappeared, my jealous sister began Her Story, this way

“Everyone thought my brother would be a famous artist someday, but, it wasn’t meant to be!”

Rosamond hated to go to shows because men and women always asked…

“Are you a Lesbian? Are you in love with women?”

I was in love with women – including the most beautiful woman in the world – whose back sent me to heaven. I just made this sunset on Fotor, that is close to the painting I did that I showed Christine in person, and that my brother – disappeared! They both wanted me to be…The Hidden One!

After spending the day on Monte Rio beach, we would shop for food, then drive into the Armstrong Woods. Putting the Dodge in second, and finding music to go with on the radio, we began our ascent to the top of our mountain. I felt I was stealing Beauty away from the World. I accused Rena of wanting to be in a crowd of people, but, she just wanted to be……with me!

John ‘The Hidden One’

“It was very uncool for a Hippie to get caught taking a pic with a camera, a rule I wished I had broke. This is a…….re-creation.“

The Healing Ride

Posted on October 5, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press

Alas I found the road that Rena and I traversed almost every day for fifty days. It was a miracle my 1950 Dodge held up. Mind you Rena grew up in Grand Island Nebraska where it is completely flat. There were some hairy turns and deep drop-offs that my love looked down with some unease. This was her High School graduation excursion her harrowing climb in the Swiss Alps. Coming down, my breaks would get hot and we stopped at the usual pullover. We wee healing for a swim in the Russian River, or a day at Victoria Beach.

In the bottom video, the water in the pond was much higher. Rena would swim here at dusk, in the buff. I made all the meals, and the camp coffee. I gave lessons about the Indian Religion around the campfire. Then we watched the sunset, and the milky way appear.

Rena was afraid to even look at the ocean. I took her to our beach about five times, and she was trying to brave, more than I knew. Looking at the video taken near Jenner, I can now put myself in her place, a flat safe, place.

I was concerned our Dodge would break down going up one of the greatest roads in the West. I was going to post a map, but changed my mind. We took a back pack with us in case we had to bail, and put our thumbs out and hitchhike to Nebraska. Rena was such a special cargo. She called her grandmother every time we went to town. Rena was part Nerd. She sure got her ticket punched for the California Dream Ride.

It was very uncool for a Hippie to get caught taking a pic with a camera, a rule I wished I had broke. This is a…….re-creation.

John Presco

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kentfield,_California

Kentfield (formerly Ross Landing, Tamalpais, and Kent)^[5] is a census-designated place (CDP) in Marin County, California, United States, just north of San Francisco. Kentfield is located 2 miles (3 km) southwest of downtown San Rafael,^[5] at an elevation of 115 feet (35 m).^[3] The population was 6,808 at the 2020 census.^[4] The ZIP codes are 94904 for street addresses, and 94914 for PO boxes, and are shared with the neighboring community of Greenbrae.

History

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In 1857, James Ross (1812–1862) bought Rancho Punta de Quentin. Ross, a Scot who had arrived in San Francisco from Australia in 1848 and made his fortune in the wholesale liquor business, set up a trading post called “Ross Landing”.^[5][6] Steamers would come up Corte Madera Creek to the landing there.^[5] Albert Emmett Kent bought the land from the Ross estate in 1871.^[5][7] Kent built an estate called Tamalpais, later applied to the nearby railroad station.^[5] His son, William Kent, was a US Congressman, philanthropist and founder of Muir Woods.^[7]

The name of the railroad station was changed to Kent in the 1890s, and finally to Kentfield with the opening of the first post office in 1905.^[5]

Jenny’s Destiny – Hands Across The Water!

Posted on July 8, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press

Jenny is destined to found Hands Across The Water – an immediate answer and thank you to French and British Voters. The spirit of Douglas Fairbanks Junior walks with her. She will be knighted! I’m sure she does not know Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor is kin to all the Gettys. How many know! They are also kin to Ian Fleming!

LET’S GO!

Time to end the play at being a California Royal and his Montana Cowgirl. Let us enter…..

The Great Theatre! The true dream…..will go on!

Seer Jon

Douglas Fairbanks Jr. and James Bond

Posted on September 2, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

It Is Written – Montana Rose

Posted on July 9, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press

Six hours ago I had a vision of Jenny Newsom being the First Lady. Then I read her eldest daughter is named…….Montana!

I see Oregon becoming a part of California. Did I create NATO-WEST? Yes I did! If Washington joins California, then we can appeal to Canada to get us into NATO. There would be a Western Sanctuary repel the Confederate Red State Menace. NATO would come to our defense! President Biden signs The Western Freedom Deal – before he leaves office! They will say it is illegal! What say ye?

Seer Jon

NATO In The WEST

Rena Montana of Yellowstone

Posted on June 3, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press

Rena Montana by John Presco Copyright 6/2/23

Costner mortgaged the home to finance "Horizon." — Costner mortgaged the home to finance “Horizon.”

Rena Montana

John Presco

I watched three episodes of Yellowstone last night. What a terribly maudlin show, that you could tell was leading up to a Native American getting shot by a Angry White Man. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Kevin is going hog wild about his property he owns in the land Roy Rosamond and his wife, Mary Magdalene – roamed – without a cent! Yet they, and their offspring, got what Costner can’t get with all his millions and choice real-estate – a real Western – a sense that you belong here. and are the Real McCoy. After spending fifty million dollars putting their choice property on the line – his wife left him. I think she knows to – want it all -is to lose it all, because you are declaring – you don’t have it!

It! What is – IT? Is IT – a story?

Not far away from the Costner Sea-ranch, I plucked Rena Easton from the edge of the sea, and on Santa Barbara beach, I discovered she is afraid of the ocean. I did a large painting of her. I asked her to send me a photograph of her profile, and she jumped into an old pay photo booth. According to Garth Benton, who is kin to the Western Artist, Thomas Hart Benton, my sister used a projector and images of models cut out of fashion magazines, to become one of the wealthiest artists of our time. Christine Rosamond Benton has Rena Christensen Easton to thank. They met once, in Venice California.

Neither Cristine nor Irene knew Dollie Rosamond was buried on the same grave as her mother, Ida Rosamond, born, Ida Rose On this day, I raise Dollie from the dead, along with Carl Janke and folk, buried in the same grave in Redwood City What if, Dollie survived the Yellow Fever, and become the most beautiful young woman anyone has ever seen? She is called….The Red Rose of Yellowstone! When John Muri came upon her he thought he was seeing things. He swore he saw the ghost of a Greek Goddess.

“She’s different than any human I ever met. I suspect she died of the fever -but then came back. She practically raised herself. She claimed a pack of wolves raised her up!.

One day a handsome young man came into Yellowstone on a horse. riding with him were San Francisco business men. Some of them were foreigners. They wanted to purchase land that Muir wanted included in Yellowstone park. John Janke was the son of Carl Janke who brought six portable houses around the Cape and erected them suth of San Francisco. William Ralston ‘The Man Who Built San Francisco’ bought one, then added to it to make a fine house in the city that would be called….Belmont! It was here that the Janke family built a German Wonderland. These businessmen represent Prussian Royalty who wanted to build their own Vonderland in the wilderness – before it was gone. No sooner did Mr. Janke open his mouth, and deliver The Rose a winning smile, Rena cut him off – at the pass!

“Your’re trespassing on our land. You have no business here. Turn around and go back!

Baron von Studtmeister translated this old phrase into German, then gave his beautful Trakhner horse a slight signal to it’s ribs, and this War Horse – advanced! Rena had been admiring it, and her pack was sniffing it from on the other side of the rocks – that they mounted, and they took in the humans and their pack horses. Ralph Stutdmeistter was impressed. His Teutonic ancestors worshipped the wolf. He was named after a wolf – and the Master of the Horse! . Taking in the startling clear blues eyes of Rena, he lost interest in the cattle, the buffalos, and the giant trees. He had to have her. so did John Janke. And thus began the Great Western Rivalry that would carve out a Hidden Empire, that has remained a secret, to this day.

Rena told me her three older sisters were models, and one was the mistress of Robert Vesco.

“How come you don’t want to be a model like your sisters?”

“I don’t like their lifestyle!”

Rena got married again to a man who owns a small cattle ranch in Montana. What does that tell you?

Ms. Easton, I tried to tell you, I tried to give you, the title Sleeping Beauty. I told you were responsible for Rosamond’s success, and the success of Sarah Moon – who copied my sister’s style. His fans thought I was Sarah – an Iranian man who disguised himself as a woman! His real identity was unknow for many years. Sounds like the problem you got in Montana – that more gnarly cowboyism will solve?

. On Monday I will be taking two floppy discs to my computer guy to get them on the right track so I can publish them. The Gideon Computer is unfinished, but Chameleon Art – is done! This prophetic short story was written in 1987, the years I got sober.

“This is the birth of Artificial Intelligence!”

I will be known as The Emperor of Artistic Artifical Intelligence. You will be known as…

The Artistic Muse of Artificial Intelligence!. You are…..The Empress of Yellowstone!

Kevin! Abandon that project. This is the story the Emperor Computer has written for you to produce! Human Beings want – and need a Love Story – and not a sad story about a billionaire grumblepuss landowner who can’t find happiness. How boring. Not – my problem! When folks read it, they will proclaim…..

“About time!”

I wake up each day vondering how I can render – Rena! At least I used to. Eureka!

John Janke wrote a poem to Rena, first in High German, then, English. Von Studmeister got wind of this poem, and had Joaquin Miller help him with his poem. All three men were members of The Bohemian Club. The greatest poetry contest known to humankind, was underway!

The Amazons of Yellowstone

John Janke

The Amazon forest

burns hot tonight

my love.

Soon

there will be no oxygen

in the air

To breath, my love

my love of air

is no equal

to my memory of you

In the last

of everything

in the consuming sparks

that dance around the moon

I save my last breath

for you

For you

my last sigh

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Art

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