I was tormented for many years! Cheyrl said she was going to put a hit on me. She had a crush on me and wouldn’t stop touching me every time she got near me. When Kim opened the door to let her dog attack Clark, Kathy ran around the corner, laughing, hoping to see our Clark get ripped apart. She was laughing.
After I hurt my back, I went to therapy several blocks away. All my medical helpers told me I need to take MORE walks. I stopped taking walks. I need an attorney!
John ‘The Nazarite’
Angry Witch of a Neighbor
Posted on September 19, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
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Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2020
“When I tried to help you once!”
“No one cares about your book!”
My neighbors are egregious liars! Sue Haffner and her husband went to Reseda High with my ex-brother-in-law, Garth Benton, who is famous for his murals. He is in my book. Garth successfully sued Ann and Gordon Getty when they painted over his mural. I used Kim as a model for my detective series I am going to try to sell to Netflix. But, she wanted to be the make-believe Head Psychiatrist of McKenzie Meadows.
Kim Haffner is employing her skills she acquired when she worked on the Johnson Unit for many years. She informs the invisible group that THEY are not interested in my famous sister’s biography, and, I should take my meds and go back to my room. Why is management allowing this abuse of a author writing about famous people of Oregon? I have talked with City Manager, Neil Laudati and sent him numerous e-mails. He and the Mayor want Springfield to be seen as a Creative and Progressive City. My European friends on facebook, see their old Dark Age alive and well where authors are harassed and mentally tortured.
I have been here for about fourteen years. The woman above moved in five years ago. I do not know her name, nor did I have a clue what her daughter’s name is. She lives here off and on. I saw them throw out a fold-out bed a couple of months ago, and she has not been back. She is good looking. When I see her, I say to myself….Kept by a witch.
Then there is the mother and daughter who moved downstairs around the same time. Not a clue what they are called. Then there is the Wild Bird Woman above me that was throwing glitter all over the stairs and walkways. We had a contamination of glitter. It was everywhere in our house. Wild Bird will talk to you, but you can’t understand her very well. I have strange letters she has left me.
Then there is Krista (?) and her live in lover. Not a clue what their real names are, and they’ve been here six years or more. As reclusive as I am, I have gotten to know my neighbors – and the stray cats. Not this with this bunch. Yesterday it occurred to me these ingrates are defrauding HUD. This is a theory. I have exhausted all other explanations as to why they treat me like a subhuman – before Kim Haffner moved in. If I don’t know their names, I can’t report them.
When Haffner said; “WE are going to get rid of that cat!” I understand now she in their beloved Nurse Ratched who is here to protect her Coven Brood from me. McKenzie Meadows is a Psycho Ward. No stray cats allowed. If you got one without Haffner’s approval – she will kill it? But, perhaps she is threatening these poor animals – in order to get me to keep my mouth shut?She did borrow the evil threats of Alley Valkyrie. Here is Dog Woman Val exercising her right to free speech by lecturing the Eugene City government on human feces in Kesey Square. The Right To Shit On The Sidewalk.
Note the trail of urine on our walk put there by her nasty yapping wiener snapper. I complained about the smell and management asked her to take her dog out back to shit and piss. This is why El Lardo went after our cats. What a lawless fucking ugly pig. If I rat out Alley and Bird Seed Woman, would I rat on tenants who are defrauding HUD. I get to look at – MOTIVE!
“I’m going to make this very simple for you. I don’t know if you know who I am, but I sure as hell know who you are, and when you fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. Stop writing about Belle or I am going to make your life very difficult. I mean it. If I see one more word about her on your blog, your FB, or anywhere else, I will make sure that you experience all the fear and discomfort that she is experiencing right now. And no, this isn’t a physical threat, so don’t try to play victim. Frankly, I encourage you to contact EPD, as they already know all about you. I will not do anything illegal, but mark my word you will regret it if you write one more word about her. I will make sure that the entire community knows exactly how much of a sick fuck you are. Your picture, your name, and “samples” of your writing will be posted on every bulletin board in town. There will not be a single person in the Eugene/Springfield area who won’t know that you’re a sick stalker who won’t leave a stalker who won’t leave a young girl alone. Cut it out. Now. This is your first, last, and only warning.”
FLASH! I just had a FB Chat with my niece, Shannon Rosamond, who came to believe I was married to my psychiatrist. It was quite a let down when I told her the truth – until forty minutes ago when I gave her a name. Lena von Schwarzenegger. Shannon also gave me my alter-ego when she called me Hairy Baiter! Perfect! Shannon loves the actor Jimmy Stewart who stars in the movie ‘Harvey’ about a giant invisible rabbit. Mr. Hairy Baiter and Lena von Schwarzenegger attend the function at the Art Center in Des Moines Iowa.
Shannon wanted my address so she can come here and rescue me. Her comments over my reluctance – is priceless. Vic Presco carried around a report of the Sherriff of a small town in Mexico, the night of the full moon when Shannon summoned the She-devil. I am afraid she will get into a Sorcery Contest with my neighbors after coming out of mourning her Gothic Mother and her sister, Victoria. We are kin to Shakespeare thus our women can be quite The Drama Queen. She just wrote me this an hour ago. It is best read by Gothic New Age Music.
What’s wrong with you?
A Gothic Poem
by
Shannon Rosamond
You know I denied suggested and didnt confront
what should have been any family person actions
as far as loyalty even mere humanity
and lowest example of respect
could not be even referenced to your actions.
I forgave never sought out to even considered
filing what is considered a federal offense!
not just one count either .
The scary thing is you do not process the gift of light
rather the dark
you are no more a Christian
not to even compare to a born again.
you would first have to face the reality of your sins
Meet Erin. She painted the stars over the rainbow in the Creamery Mural. I found this out when I talked to my childhood friend, Nancy Hamren of yogurt fame who I ran into at the dedication of the Kesey Mural. Erin knew Baigent and Leigh who sued Dan Brown.
Check out the pic of the late Ian Sinclair who is a fake Knight Templar. we argued on the internet for years. I was about to publish my book on these matters, when my sister died. There are charming and interesting Nuts in the world, and then there are bloody bores like Kathy? If management is going to keep renting to people who are incapable of conducting elementary socializing, then the Sane Ones will be driven out – and replaced. For Kathy? to lie her ass off about trying to help me with MY PHONE BOOK while her Handler undermine my credibility and MY FAMILY BOOKS is extremely ironic. The Dumbing Down of America begins with…..the mentally ill who need to be locked up in a psycho ward.
Dan Brown lawsuit[edit]
Some of the ideas presented in Baigent’s earlier book Holy Blood, Holy Grail, were incorporated in the bestselling American novel The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown.[15]
In The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown named the primary antagonist, a British Royal Historian, Knight of the Realm and Grail scholar, Sir Leigh Teabing, KBE, also known as the Teacher, in homage to the authors of Holy Blood, Holy Grail. The name combines Richard Leigh’s surname with ‘Teabing’, an anagram of Baigent.[16]
My aunt and uncle were friends of the Keens and had them over for dinner. Mark and I helped Jim Bigalow remodel Crucians of Berkeley where there was a Walter Keene on the wall. It looked like Margaret who it turns ut did these famous paintings. Jim own Sam’s Anchor Cafe in Tiberon. When the Presco Children had Christmas dinner at the Bigalows, my uncle showed me another Keene he owned that was a gift. I was thirteen. Jim heard I was an artist and asked me my opinion. I told him this was not real work, and was commercial art. He was pissed. Christine was sitting right there. Why didn’t she speak up and give her arty opinion. According to her third biographer, Christine Rosamond Benton had been hiding in a closet with a flashlight dins she was four, rendering masterful works of art. That fake flashlight has been gaslighting me since Mommy Dearest came out.
Below are exerts from the chat my niece and I have been having about Garth Benton, and Vicki Presco working with hired ghost writers to tell the story of a world famous woman artist – that was more popular than Margaret Keene. There was an old Iranian man doing Rosamond imitations who went by the name Sara Moon. Fans of Moon thought I was Sara. No way wouldn’t Sue Haffner not want to read the bio written by Ghost Writer N0.2. I was shocked to learn Shannon had in her possession a bi written by Ghost Writer No.1 – Sandra Faulkner. When we were friends I told Sue and Kim Haffner there is at least on screenplay out there about Garth and Christine – and Shannon! They claimed they were kin to Jack Webb. Garth went to the same high school Sue and her husband went to – at the same time! It is totally untrue that Kim did not read the Rosamond biography. How about Sue? Who else?
I am now concerned The Kimites are authoring THEIR bio. Kim had done volunteer work as a gleaner and delivered food to Whoville. Did she contact them, and thy asked her to keep up THEIR harassment. I suggested to the FBI this may be going on. Does Kathy know for sure? Would she tell the truth on the witness stand?
Click on the arrow to see this video of Kathy who is claiming she was just trying to help – when she is picking a fight with a senior her neighbors are calling a lunatic. Whey would she out her young daughter at risk. I ma down the street opened fire on the fire department after he claimed his neighbors were tormenting him. We are seeing lawbreakers attacking the police and calling for no law and order. Kathy knows I have gone to management several times about Cheryl Walton. Does Kather and her daughter have someting to hide, and, wished I would – just move out?
Every year we get free phone books that most throw away. They are placed on your stoop. I took mine inside. Then appear three or four more place between our doors. Why? Do my neighbors think this old man wants more than one? Why don’t they throw them away? I took in another and threw two away. That left one that Kathy put in front of my door – after four days! I kicked over to her welcome mat. She picked it up and leaned it against my box. I knocked on her door and asked (gruffly) why she keeps violating my space, and how she knows this book is mine? In the video THIS WITCH LIES knowing Haffner is listening. Kim has just claimed she did not read the bio, and the dogeared pages must have come like that – because I got it at Goodwill. How did she know that? I suspect the Haffner’s ordered a new book and were going to give me the undamaged book back, but, after a month, I was done waiting. That this free phone book becomes the central focus – is insane!
My mother claimed Carrie Fisher was contacted about writing my sister’s bio. She did not know we are kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor who is kin to Carrie. What we have is a case of STALKING! Kim wanted to be Info Central. She employed our mentally ill neighbors to this end.
Note the long line of dog piss put their by Snapper The Cat Killer. If you are recognized as a member of The Coven, it pees with glee at seeing you. All other are treated to ear-splitting barks that sent me to the ear doctor.
Below is a video of my neighbor Sande and I going up the Mckenzie. The homes I point out may be gone. Haffner told me;
“WE are going to get rid of that cat!”
Is Witch Kathy a member of “WE”?
In looking for a motive I am now wondering if Kathy’s daughter was allowed to live with her. I saw them throw out a fold-out couch a couple of months ago, and I’ve not seen her since. I saw her come and go for years. Same with the daughter of No-Neck who I have seen for a year or more. I will contact HUD about them and Krista who got an inheritance and may no longer be eligible to life here. I told the manager wondering if this was a MOTIVE in going after me because we never had a conversation. Is the dude that lives with a legal tenant? Are we looking at FRAUD? Were they told I was close with management when they moved in.
Kim acts like she the real manager. Her dog is like a guard dog that barks at everyone – everyone! To be accused of barking at, and abusing Kathy – is Christians telling lies! I found another video of Cheryl’s BAMBOO BOMBS! How could she have missed so much rubble that I now know she forced down on my deck. I am now thinking this is CONSPIRACY to move me – and the cats – out of here, because those daughters were forced to move.
Will was the big Christian around here, and formed the unruly kids into the “God Squad”. We went to Moe’s to read and rap with Kenny Reed. I have gone to at least six civic meetings on plans for our hood. I am a model citizen.
The video I made reading from my famous sister’s bio shows what care I took in handling it – before I gave to Haffner to read. I am using markers. There were no dogeared pages. Below is a pic of my childhood friend with Ken Babbs the owner of the bookshelf that ended up in the Kesey mural. Nancy Hamren knew Christine since she was twelve. She lived with us in a famous commune in San Francisco. Why in God’s name would anyone believe I have nothing better to o them to fuck around with a bunch of ugly losers! Not once did Kathy introduce me to her daughter who lived with her. We had one conversation in four years, She said she reads a lot. She will read about her ugly witch mother whose claim to fame will be the fight she started over a fucking PHONE BOOK! How ironic!
Here is the blog I was working on when I saw Haffner attack Clark. She was in a rage because her No-Neck friend had to move, and, there are others.
On Monday, September 10, 2018 02:18:39 PM PDT, Alisa D <alisa@reseda-regents.com> wrote:
Hi there,
I can assure you that what you sent me and nothing you & I communicated about when any further; that was just between the two of us. It was not of my place to pass anything along to anyone else.
I hope all goes well for you during your endeavors.
Warmest,
Alisa
To:alisa@reseda-regents.com
Sat, Sep 8, 2018 at 8:41 AM
Alisa…On July 23,2017 I sent you an e-mail informing you there exist a biography about the Bentons. I have come to suspect there is a rival biography being written. If so, and you are aware of it, I inform you all the information I shared with you is protected by my Copyright. My character has been defamed by Kim Hafner, the daughter of Sue and Jack Hafner, who are alumni of Reseda High. This slander will be applied to any rival biography in a legal manner.
John Presco
The Examination of John Presco
Posted on September 18, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
Someone who has my best interests at heart, wants me to give references about my friends here at McKenzie Meadows in particular. What kind of person am I? I made an inventory of four residents I interacted with, that have died here. I have a couple of pics of us playing poker in the rec room that I will have to find.
Then Brembe-Colt came to mind and the video of us taking our walk that was almost a daily happening. Many tenants marveled at how a cat would follow a human. I tried to rescue Colt from his abusive owners. He was becoming my Service Animal. I was struggling using a decapheter until Colt insisted on being a part of the procedure. He was doing a healing. I spent $200 dollars getting him repaired. My vet said he would always bee a outdoor cat. Then began the attack of the No-Neck Gutgobblins.
The No-Necks are a mother and daughter team of Meanness. They moved in four years ago and do not like to say hello. They pride themselves on giving you hard looks. That’s the daughter with Kim Hafner, my tormenter. This Gutgobblin brings her cat outside and is trying to get it used to Colt. She tells me my service cat, and her cat, fought when she brought Colt inside. She tells me she wants to make Colt – her cat! She has seen us walking together ad this is what she deserves – not me!
I tell her I just got Colt fixed and neutered, and do not want him to get in a fight with your cat. This No-Neck tells me her mother told her she can take my cat because I do not keep it inside. I told her no one could keep that cat inside. A couple of months later, Kim Hafner is threatening to get rid of Colt. He disappears.
Jonathan Gall might have been my best friend – after his father, Mark Gall. Mark and I used to go fishing on the McKenzie quite a lot. We used to play golf. The Galls all have degrees in psychology. They and the Corbin family have been friends for forty years. Ed Corbin was my good friend. I got Ed into Serenity Lane. He is a Harvard graduate. Jonny graduated summa cum ladi.
I drove my dear friend to many doctor appointments in my yellow Toyota. I took Ed shopping, and to his appointments. I took Sandy and three others to dinner at the C Street Church, or, The Kitchen. I took Hollis and others to do volunteer work at the Youth Farm. I took Virginia to her doctor appointments in the Mustard Mobil.
One day after I had dinner with Jon and his mother, they dropped me off. Jon wanted to come up and see my appartment. Joy asked me to get a towel to put before John as he scooted himself up the stairs. He could no longer walk. Jon never lived anywhere but his parents home. He sat down in a big chair and looked out on my balcony. He was trying my space on for size. It was very moving, because it looked Jon was going into a home. I saw him in a home. He could not speak, and made grunting sounds. He pulled the tube out of his stomach, twice, when I was there. They wanted me to go in the ambulance.
My neighbor Sande gave me a call and was in much pain. She wanted me to take her to emergency. She scooted down the stairs on her butt. When I picked her up, I was working on a luggage carrier to see if I could carry Sande upstairs. Then my neighbor, Terrell Turner drove up and took our neighbor upstairs. See news article below.
Jon’s grandmother was brought from back East and put in a home. It was love at first sight. For three years I attended dinner at Fox Hollow. I was asked to come do a painting to music in the rec room. Grand Canyon Suite was my choice. I dated the director for awhile. I took Ray Gall to synagogue.
I took Alberta to Cowboy Church. We played poker in the rec room with Cliff, Owen, Ray, and Sande. Alberta had a crush on me, and when she took me to see her burial plot, she wanted me to purchase the plot next to her.
Above is a pic of me and my childhood sweetheart at show at the Emerald Art Association where I volunteered. I married Thomas Pynchon’s lover, and adopted Hollis Williams when he died because we could not find any family. There is a Christian group here at McKenzie Meadow. Joy is close with Genie, who was close with Sande. There was a woman who rented a gargae here that lived with the Galls. Bill died. He rented a garage and was a good friend of the Galls. Mark knew Cheryl Walton when she lived next to Ed. She had to move when she angered a woman neighbor.
I proposed to Virginia Hambley, after she got down on one knee. Virg has memory loss due to a horrific accident. I was there for her, to so all those little things she could not do. I went to Head Injury groups with her.
That is my childhood friend, Nancy Hamren, of yogurt fame. She was at my graduation from Serenity Lane in 1987. She got me on the bus with her friend Ken Kesey who I believe wanted to help him own what I got….33 years of sobriety.
Then there is my good neighbor, Dorene. I fell in love with her and her very old dog that was blind, but sensed I was coming to check my mail.
Ashley Hicks and I have been facebook friends for six years. She was threatened by anarchists and has allowed me to post the threats of Alley Valkyrie who is in France being on her best behavior so she can get citizenship, according to Don Kahle who writes for the Register Guard.
Last night a great cloud rolled in from the sea, and like Baal was full of thunder and rain. I washed down my deck with buckets of water then cleansed and blessed my plants in the name of John the Baptist who was a Nazarite like myself. My ex-neighbor Will invited me to the Convict Christian meetings he held in the rec room. I introduced him to my dear friend Kenny Reed who passed away recently.
Below is my group where you can find a video of me bringing the wrath of God down upon my enemies, because, I am the minister of the New Radio Church of God, founded by Herbert Armstrong. Religious folks are taking themselves way too seriously. Marilyn has come over to find my face all aglow. The beloved McKenzie Meadow Mascots saw this.
John Presco
Jonathan Gall
Posted onSeptember 12, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press
April 11, 1976 –
August 20, 2013
Jon died of pneumonia with his loved ones by his side. At the age of 27, he developed a progressive neurological disorder, adrenomyeloneuropathy, but continued to live a rich, challenging life aided by his devoted caregivers-Erica, Jessie, Kasia, Kristen, Michele, and Xondra.
Jon was born in Eugene, the only child of Mark and Joy Gall. He attended Edgewood Elementary School, Spencer Butte Middle School, and South Eugene High School. He then earned a bachelors degree in psychology from the University of Oregon’s Honors College. He graduated summa cum laude and accepted an invitation to join the Phi Beta Kappa Society. Subsequently Jon engaged in rewarding work with distinguished researchers at the University’s College of Education for several years.
Jon was an accomplished pianist and loved learning, sports (especially basketball and tennis), and travel. He lived on Guam with his parents while in fifth grade; he enjoyed snorkeling there and serving on his school’s military drill team. In high school he pursued his love of Spanish by staying with a family in Spain one summer and a family in Mexico another summer. Jon’s travels also took him to Bali, Canada, Israel, Japan, and much of the United States. A special memory was his trip to the 1995 Rose Bowl game.
Jon is survived by his parents, by his aunts Judi, Darlene, Diane, and Susan, and by his first cousins Darin, Jocelyn, and Kheir. He also leaves behind his good friend Gerard and his “second family”- Nitza, Benny, Nurit, and Amir. The Schwabskys warmly opened their Eugene home to Jon for ten years before they returned to Israel. Memorial contributions to United Leukodystrophy Foundation.
Published in Eugene Register-Guard on August 27, 2013
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Summa Cum Laude
Like summiting a mountain, the student who has achieved summa cum laude has achieved “the highest distinction.” This student has earned grades within the highest percentage of their school or department or has achieved some other metric that the school considers worthy of the highest recognition.
AWARDS AND HONORS
Selected for inclusion in Who’s Who in America, 44th-50th editions (1986 to present). Chicago: Marquis.
Selected for inclusion in Who’s Who in the West, 20th-22nd editions (1986 to present). Chicago: Marquis.
Selected for inclusion in Who’s Who in American Education, 4th edition. Owings Mills, MD: National Reference Institute.
Selected for inclusion in Contemporary Authors, volumes 6 (1982) and 21 (1987).
Selected for inclusion in Who’s Who in Writers, Editors, and Poets, 3rd edition. Highland Park, IL: December Press, 1990.
Elected president of the Oregon Educational Research Association for 1985.
Elected to fellow status in Division 15 (Educational Psychology) of the American Psychological Association. 1983.
Phi Delta Kappa District I Meritorious Award for Contributions to Education through Activities in Evaluation, Development, and Research. 1978.
U.S. Public Health Fellowship. 1963-64.
http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2004/05/19/1084917657236.html
SPRINGFIELD, Ore. – John Presco raised the flag Monday to remember his friend, Hollis Williams.
Presco hopes in the next few months he can raise enough money that Williams’ death will not have been in vain.
“He doesn’t have a home right now. He’s homeless in a morgue and I’m entering my anger stage on that,” said a downcast Presco.
It’s anger that he’s working out with a hammer. Presco mounted a new U.S. flag this Monday, raising Old Glory for the friend he lost Friday morning.
Presco said he found the 58-year-old Williams dead in his apartment Friday – an apartment Williams had moved into only 2 months ago.
According to other vets, Williams was well known in the homeless community who was often at a nearby Safeway store, collecting cans.
Now, a makeshift altar is set up in a vacant Laura Street building that Presco says was briefly used to hand out clothes to the homeless.
Presco wants the memory of his best friend to live on. His dream is for a veterans “stand-down” center that bears the name of Hollis Williams.
Presco said he wants to copy “stand-downs” held in Lane, Douglas and surrounding counties, to connect vets with mental health services, haircuts, job training and more.
“We got to let our veterans know that they haven’t fought in vain and that we care for them,” Presco said.
He said he doesn’t know where he’ll find the support or how long it will take – but to remember his longtime friend, he won’t give up easily.
“I suffered some homelessness and abandonment and stuff like that,” Presco said, “so I’m not going to abandon my friend.”
The property and house on Laura Street is being sold, so locating a center there is unlikely. Presco said that’s the kind of layout he’s looking for.
Services for Hollis Williams will be next Sunday 1:30 p.m. at Campbell Senior Center in Eugene.
Al-Qaeda targeted Olympics, Jews: court
By Martin Daly in Perth
May 20, 2004
Terrell and Sarah
Posted onJune 23, 2016by Royal Rosamond Press
Terrell and Sarah are getting married in three days. His old friends at McKenzie Meadows wish the Turners the very best! Thanks for being part of our family.
After visiting the University of Oregon, the decision had become clear. Turner would become an Oregon Duck.
“I don’t understand how anyone could turn down Oregon,” Turner told me. “It’s such a family atmosphere. Oregon is a great place to get away from a big town.”
Jon
SPRINGFIELD, Ore. — On Saturday morning, John Presco could hear the fear in his neighbor’s voice as she left a message on his answering machine.
“Hello John,” said Sandy Maricle. “This is Sandy. Are you home?”
Maricle needed someone to drive her to the hospital.
“I’m in really severe pain in my leg and back,” said Maricle.
With her sciatic nerve throbbing, Maricle barely made it to the car.
“She scooted down on her butt, all the time her face is in agony,” Presco said.
A few hours later, she was released from the hospital — but had no way to get from the car to her second-story apartment.
That all changed when her neighbor, University of Oregon defensive end Terrell Turner showed up, picked Maricle up and carried her up the stairs.
“It was a God-send,” Presco said.
“I was relieved,” Maricle said. “It was like an angel.”
“He was so kind and gentle and just the perfect good Samaritan,” Maricle said.
It’s not the first time this Duck has done a good deed. A few weeks ago, another neighbor needed help carrying a TV up three flights of stairs.
“We got it all the way up so thank God,” Turner said.
Turner said the acts of kindness are inspired by his passion for his family in California.
“I’m just making sure I can help out as if my mom was around to help,” Turner said.
Now, he’s helping his extended family here in Oregon.
“I think a lot of him,” Maricle said.
Judy Gall’s Accidental Masterpiece
Posted onOctober 27, 2012by Royal Rosamond Press
In 2002, Mark Gall sent me photographs of the Rosamond Gallery taken by his sister, Judy Gall, when she was down in the Monterey area. I saw the hidden beauty in this montage, this many layered vision into the Rose of the World gallery that shows Rosamond as Sleeping Beauty, the silenced Story Teller surrounded by her court.
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Ed Corbin was my neighbor, who lived next door to Hollis Williams who died two years ago. I adopted our mutual friend and paid for his funeral from the $30,000 dollars left to my by my uncle in a Trust. I paid for half of the memorial held at the Campbell Senior Center, across the street from Ed. Above is a photo of me spreading Hollis’s ashes. I worked with Hud-Vash to get H into a apartment.
For years I would bicycle to Ed’s house after blogging for ten hours. We plaid video games. After he had several strokes, I took him to Serenity Lane were he stayed a month. After three months sober, he went back to drinking, and had more strokes. His three sons wanted me to spend more time with Ed, who saw these video games as therapy. It worked. Ed’s recovery from the strokes is a miracle. I got him to cut his drinking way down. For the next two years I never saw him go on a binge, that rendered him insane. He had become a out of control wild man. Thanks to me, Ed is now enjoying two beautiful grandchildren.
Above is my famous Toyota ‘The Mustardmobile’. For years I took Ed shopping in it. I took Hollis and his autistic friends to the Food Kitchen, and a church for a free meal. Here is the Mustardmobile parked in front of OCCUPY Eugene where many homeless people camped. We were against the Millionaire Club who collapsed our economy. The Mustardmobile was used to drive Jonny Gall to many of his doctor meetings. I had no problem waiting for a couple hours, because I had spent thousands of hours babysitting Ed – for free! Jonny died of a rare disease.
After my daughter and her Tea Party lover called me a “parasite” because I get SSI, I dismissed her as the Trustee of the Vincent Rice Trust. My friend, Mark Gall, refused to serve as the second named Trustee, he citing his caring for his dying son took up much of his time.
Ed has me give his good friend a call so we could meet. Ed and Mark went to Harvard together. Ed’s ex found Mark was also in Eugene, and got them to meet.
Two months ago my neighbor Sandra died. For two years I was there for her. I took her to doctor appointments. I watched her waste away due to Lukenia. She took her life.
I watched my good friend, Jon Gall waste away and become a vegetable. I helped so many people, and I get $700 dollars a month to live on. I bought my kin, Michael Dundon new teeth costing $2,000. Yesterday was my birthday. I only heard from Marilyn Reed who took me out to dinner. I revealed more information on why I own a Christ-complex., that bid me to try to save the world and as many people as I can. The Fadeley’s were not invited to Jon’s funeral, either.
Here I am volunteering my time at the rest home Mark’s mother stayed in. She was evicted for demanding she be the center of attention. I took Ray to synagogue. She was convinced her son was going to take her out into the woods to be eaten by a bear. Ray bit one of her handlers on the hand who was trying to feed her.
Then there are the thousands of hours I spent babysitting head-injured Virginia Hambley who kin to much royalty. Here is a pic of Joy and I marching against the war. Did the Galls and the Corbins help me rescue my grandson? You’ll have to read my book.
In the top photo you see my reflection in the window right next to Ed, us two good old buddies side by side. In the last four years we have seen each other twice. What went wrong? The Corbins came into some money. You figure it out. Virginia and Ed are now being for by professionals who get a salary. Jon, Sandra, and Hollis were also cared for by folks who got a wage. I cared – for free!
On April 9, 2012, I received an e-mail from Kendall W. Corbin, the brother of my long term friend, Edward Malcom Corbin. Their father was the head of the Mayo Clinic and has two citations in Who’s Who. Kendall Brooks Corbin, married Eryl Portia Wallace, the daughter of Emilie Susan Cavenagh, who married Robert Bruce Wallace. Portia descends from the infamous William Wallace, and it looks like, Robert Bruce. But what I am interested in is Portia’s kinship to Francis Cavanagh, a member of the Plymouth Brethren.
At Ed Corbin’s house I read about twenty pages on the Cavanagh family containing letters which mentioned the Plymouth Brethren throughout. Those papers Ed owned, got misplaced. When I spoke to Kendall on the phone, he said he would look for them. but, having just moved, this might take awhile.
“Francis Cavenagh (1810‐1875) and his wife Susan Prince (1812‐1885) were
parents of: (1) William Cavenagh (b. 1840), who became a banker; (2) Frank (most
likely Francis?) Cavenagh (b. 1842), who became a Plymouth Brethren missionary
on the Shetland Islands;”
@101freeway.com (Tom Snyder)
To: John Presco
Sent: March 30, 2001 5:46:49 PM GMT
Subject: Question on RRR
Hi, John –
Visited your website the other day and noticed you have the poem,
“Your Name” posted. I think it’s beautiful.
Lillian had given me a copy some time ago, and I am wondering if you know
where it was published.
Have you met Heather yet?
Best,
T
In Mr. Sydney Morris’s Report of the Administration he says on page 4 line 10;
“Petitioner hired Stacey Pierrot, who had been assistant manager of the gallery during Decedent’s lifetime, to run the gallery and prepare and execute a marketing plan. The gallery was run by the estate until March 1996 when the gallery was sold to Ms. Pierrot through a contract approved by this Court. During the time that the estate operated the gallery, aggressive marketing efforts were made in an attempt to stir interest in Decedent’s work and increase the potential market for her work. In spite of these efforts, interest in Decedent’s work continued to wane.”
On page six, Mr. Morris explains why there was a delay in the closing of the estate;
“By September 2000, however, plans were underway for a biography of Decedent, which Petitioner hoped might create interest in her work. The book was published in 2002. Although the book did not spur the hoped-for interest in Decedent’s life and work, efforts continued to market the concept of a screenplay based upon Decedent’s life. Petitioner hoping that this might be brought to fruition, elected to keep the estate open. However, it is the Petitioner’s belief the likelihood of an increased interest in Decedents work is negligible, and the time has come to close the estate.”
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Love Your Bollywood Ducks and Your Loving Illu$ion
Posted on November 17, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
My Love Vision…came true! I posted this a year and a half ago. I put Starfish (Belle) in the drumming circle at the Free Speech Plaza. Miriam’s late mother was a Eugene Hippie. Her father was a Russian. The Hippie side of Miriam is emerging. Who emerged, was Natalia. This is very profound, because she is a Alleybelle combo who is at the epicenter of a coming war – of Armageddon? I began The Royal Janitor in order to defeats Trump and Putin.
Does Rocky know of Arthur Lee – and Love? Eight years ago I posted these two videos to show what my Love Dance would look like. Turn off volume on first one. The third video is a knock-off of Gloria and Going Home.
John Presco
Love Dance – With Ducks
Posted on July 27, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Victoria came in sideways to get Starfish, she twisting this way, then that, to avoid the gyrating flesh that clung to Agent 008 like kelp in a tidepool. Taking hold of her arm, she was shocked when Starfish turned in anger, and was about to slap her hand away.
“Don’t you dare! You got to come with me – now! Professor Bond is about to give his lecture.”
Starfish let out a whimper, and was pouting. Many hands tried to pull her back into the drum circle where she was a star. An old hag came up to them.
“Can we have her?”
Starfish gave Victoria a look of, hope. Perhaps things will continue to go her way.
“I’m sorry. She’s not mine to give!”
Again there came a whimper from Their Star, who made clopping sounds with her sandals all the way to the car. When she grabbed her drum, and clicked the trunk open, Victoria stamped her feet.
“No! You have to concentrate. Now get in!”
On the way to the University of Oregon, Starfish ran into her pad looking for more info on Professor John von Bond.
“Here’s a stalking report on him. Some chic is trashing his blog. She says it’s real creepy. Let’s have a looksee!”
“Does he say he’s related to me?’
“No, but he claims he is a Comet King, heir to the teaching of Meher Baba!”
“Who’s that? Never mind. We’re here”
Victoria parked haphazardly and put her DIPLOMAT shield in the window. Starfish never went to college. This was her first time on a campus. She took in all the beautiful students. The young women took notice of her, and turned their heads after she passed them. Their was an amazing aura about her. Waves of goosebumps went up and down her half naked body. There was fine mist of perspiration that caught the last light, and were like tiny rainbows. She was electrically charged due to her amazing dancing. However, she was not happy when the beautiful young men did not even look at her. Their heads were down, their eyes locked on their phone screens. At six-two, Starfish wondered if they were intimidated.
Finally, she grabbed one, on his way up river to spawn.
“Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice your features. Victoria raised her eyebrows when she gently took hold of his chin.
“Very symmetric. I can see your father’s profile. And, you have your mothers high cheekbones. Did you know you are half your mother,and half your father, but, it is through your father…..you find God. Did you know that?…….I’m going to kiss you now!”
Victoria made a move to prevent this kiss, but, was repelled by a powerful energy field that she put around – them. Tilting his head back, Victoria delivered a soft and sensuous kiss, that froze them in time. His cellphone fell to the walkway, but, did not break. There was a beautiful sigh, that sounded like the opening of Morning Glories.
“You can go, now!” And Starfish watched him swim away. Turning, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Victoria was blushing. Their eyes were locked. She got it. Victoria dreamed of being kissed like that. Star approached, took her hand, and they walked the next hundred yards like this, they a rarity, as holding hands on campus went out of style twenty years ago.
“I was conceived a hundred yards from here. I feel it in my bones! I was made – with much love!”
P.S.S. Rena, I can’t sleep. I am so excited! We were in our tent and I was telling you I was a great dancer when I was when I was 13 to seventeen years old. I used to dance in front of a big mirror a half hour before I went to school, and a half hour when I came home. I choreographed my own moves. I invented dancing without a partner at Oakland High School in 1962, when I was sixteen. Fifty of my schoolmates would surround me and my partner as I did a solo ten feet away from her. I would go into a trance. When Marilyn turned sixteen, I danced the Bolero for her with my shirt off. Lucky girl!
When I heard you had become a dancer, I was thrilled out of my whits because, this proves you were ‘The One’. You see, I have been jealous of the world since I met you. – before I met you, I was utterly jealous that we never got to dance together, that the world got to see you dance – on your beautiful stage. When did you get into dancing, and why?
When I was young, and before we met, I had a dream about you almost every day. You were my invisible dance partner. Was that our destiny that we missed? Was that the big chance of our lifetime? What a dance team we would have made. They would know us at the ‘The Kiss of Eternal Fire’, or ‘The Fiery Kiss of Eternity’
“They loved each other better afar, than near. And when they came together, they did the Fandango!”
We are playing with fire, Aries woman. Playing with fire! Right here – and so very far away!
I mean, my God, I read about your hip replacement, and we are in a movie, based upon a book, that I am writing, and……are we really going to spend the last days of our life together wondering how many eggs the chickens laid today!
I will take care of you when the needs arises.
And as for our dance – may I take your hand and lead you to the floor?
Over a year ago I began a painting of you. One night after I lie down to go to sleep, you lie down next to me. You were seventeen again. I jumped out of bed. For a month you appear by my side as I walked. When I went to a movie, I was not quite alone. I told my friends I have a very friendly – and beautiful ghost.
The Royal Drum Circle
Posted on July 27, 2018by Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Chapter Three
When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.
“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”
“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”
“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”
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