Bonds With Angels
When Heather came into my life, I instantly saw that her mother was grooming her to be a BIG SINGING STAR – like Taylor Swift! When Christine Rosamond died, Stacey put up a webage about my famous sister, and thus Patrice was able to find….
DEAD CHRISTINE
This Stage Mother had been trying to find
LIVING CHRISTINE
Patrice wanted to ask Rosamond to promote – her niece! Even though she kept the truth from me, and her husband, I was the REAL FATHER, Stage Mom felt it was her right to employ my family history, brag on my family, and take over my family history. They were Scientogists. I was taken to their church where Heather sang for an event where a child graduates.
Last night the LDS sisters showed me The Master Plan, and U told them about being sent the HANDWRITTEN WORDS of Heather’s real relative. I was told how and why I will be able to Baptise my Dead Relatives. Alas, MY RELATIVES will be in a
REAL BOOK.
The need for members of my family to render me a COMPLETE FAILURE….
IS EPIC!
I told the Sisters more about my Death Experience – and coming back! They want the whole story? Do they want me to share My Death in church – some day?
I still woner if I am sevgerely punished because I look like Jessus. Was, or am I, anything like him? Am I saying….
I AM JESUS?
Why would I think that?
Above is a photograph of me with Shamus Dundon, and Shannon Sidel – my niece and nephew. I have come back from Boston, where I acuired a love of alcohol. Christine drowned on her first sober birthday. Her story was sold to outsiders by Robert Brevoort Buck’s law firm that set up the…..
THE BUCK INSTITUTE
Drew Benton was the Poster Child of the legal fight Shannon Sidle waged to be the Executor of her Mother’s Estate, after Garth Benton was nominated. And, when my brother-in-law was dismissed, Larry Chazen asked the court to install him. Chazen is a BIG GETTY MAN who was a partner of Gavin Newson in PlumbJack. Did Chazen hear about the gruesome suicide of Christine’s youngest daughter. I am going to publish the bloody scene where she stabbed herself twenty times and jumpe off her balcony. I brought Drew’s little light into the….
THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATER DAY SAINTS
last night one of thee sisters knelt before a table and put pieces of a puzzle together ans she explained the Joseph Smith’s plan for Eternal Life, that involves your
DNA MATERIAL
Once I was shown, this, I was given The Book of Mormon – and a pencil, that my cat Classy threw on the floor in her need to reclaim – territory! She has been hiding from all the…..Foot Traffic that leads many to my door, but only a few – are worthy! I wish I had taken a picture! Maybe I will paint that image – employing AI.
John
Where Art Thou?
Organization Description
The Buck Institute for Research on Agingis an important centre for aging research. The Buck pioneers research on aging, and is a global leader in the field. They opened its doors in 1999, becoming the world’s only research institution singularly focused on the biology of aging, yielding insights into age-related diseases before they start. They hire scientists from a variety of disciplines to attack the problem from all sides because the answer to aging will not come from a single field.
Team
Eric Verdin, Ph.D.
Buck Institute for Research on Aging – President and CEO
Sho Joseph Ozaki Tan
Buck Institute for Research on Aging – Predoctoral Researcher (Zhou Lab)
Judith Campisi, Ph.D.
Buck Institute for Research on Aging – Researcher
Brian Kennedy, Ph.D.
National University Singapore – Professor of Biochemistry and Physiology
12/22/2025
Heather Presco – Conceived By AnAngel
I died, I came back. I am an angel.
Why are people surrounding my grandchildren, treating me like
I AM DEAD?
YOU, keep electing me to be
AN ANGEL
Patrice Hnson, and her two sons, saw me as their
GUARDIAN ANGEL
Why am I being treated like a low-life scumbag? They keep hiding my child, and grandson,
Above is a photo of my divine child who was concieved by,an angel,
I AM THAT ANGEL
We are on the Berkely Pier. I had to ask Ryan Hunt for permission to be alone with my daughter. The Evil Witch, Patrice Hanson, told people I might – kill my daughter – that I wrest away from the heads of Sociology – who are famous for disappearing children,
Heather Presco had every intention of disappearing from my life as she forced a fake smile, Patrice and Holly Hunt know my daughter is off to form a secret bond with…Vicki Presco. Shamus Dundon. And, Mark Presco?
When I told Patrice I died, she asked me if I ran into her mother – Dead Betty, She suggested her mother made my balls and sperm Holy, so Patrice can give birth to the female messiah – via my dead erection?
When Cian said my Templar stuff was lot of crap, he was accusing ne of borrowing Templar ideas of a Jesus bloodline. Was Cian aware my daughter is into this – in her female way. Her great grandmother is..
MARY MAGDALENE ROSAMOND
Below is part of a letter Patrice wrote Oprah Winfrey in 2000. How many people wish me dead,,,,,tried and faiied?
John Gregory Presco
When I found myself pregnant, I felt the father could have been
either John’s or my husband’s, but I had to convince the husband
that it was his baby or life would have been unbearable and the
chances of my baby’s survival would have been slim.I knew this baby was meant to be, and be with me, and that was important.From theremoment she was born, I could see that she looked like John, but itwas the husband’s name that went on the birth certificate.”
Patrice and HeatherAnti-Hippies
“Daniel Rifkin, manager of the Grateful Dead band, important in popularizing San Francisco rock music, complained that the hippie label was manufactured by mass media. He said the name was a way to lump all kinds of unconventional people “in the same bag” with drug-crazed and other nasty connotations. Further, the name is attracting too many phony hippies, said Arthur Lisch, a prime mover in the Diggers, who scrounged for food which they served free daily in Golden Gate Park”
My alleged daughter is not a Hippie, nor was her mother. Indeed, Patrice and Randy DelPiano were the antithesis of the Hippie. They ripped off The Real Hippies – and the Grateful Dead! Bogus Bobbie used the fame of this famous band, to rape and rip-off women who were fans of The Dead, who applied their seal of approval to the Mock Death of Hippie – so he could be reborn without all the parasitical attachments!
In 1988, with a year of sobriety, my first girlfriend, Marilyn Godfrey, insisted I get a reading at the Berkeley Psychic Reading when I went home for a visit. I was not a believer – at the time! I was told this by a young woman around twenty-four…
“People come into your being and take, take, take! You are powerless to stop them. I can’t see why!”
She began my reading by saying…
“You own your creation……You Died!”
“When Heather Delpiano was born, she was put in the arms of a con-artist, and ex-con who was convicted of impersonating Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead. Bogus Bobby appeared on the cover of The Berkeley Bard, he the subject of the only WANTED poster of this underground newspaper. Randall was getting suckers to buy fake Dead bootleg tapes. His wife – had to know what was going on. When I rescued Heahter’s half-brothers, I found her mother to be A AMBITIOUS HIPPIE – who wanted to meet my famous sister! This is 1984. I did not believe in a ‘Successful Hippie’ due to the reasons we buried Hippie. I could not SEE that I was considered a ‘Successful Hippie’ and that people wanted to be like me. They wanted – what I had! They came into my being – and took, took, took! Being a real generous Hippie, I felt I must share! I was wrong. The proof of this, my child was STOLEN from me, and then my grandchildren – by the SAME FAKE HIPPIE and her accomplices!
John Presco
JAN. 16, 1989 12 AM
A man who looted $4,000 from a woman’s bank account while posing as Grateful Dead guitar player Bob Weir has been sentenced to two years in prison and fined $500. The sentence was imposed by Alameda County Superior Court Judge Stanley Golde on Randall C. Delpiano, 33, described in a Probation Department report as having “achieved moderate fame by impersonating” Weir. Delpiano pleaded guilty in Oakland Municipal Court last month to one count of using a computer system to steal money. Other charges were dropped in a plea agreement. Authorities said Delpiano befriended the victim’s son and then moved into the family home. While the woman was out of town in October, they said, he took the money from her bank account using her automatic teller machine card.
When I found myself pregnant, I felt the father could have been
either John’s or my husband’s, but I had to convince the husband
that it was his baby or life would have been unbearable and the
chances of my baby’s survival would have been slim.I knew this baby
was meant to be, and be with me, and that was important.From there
moment she was born, I could see that she looked like John, but it
was the husband’s name that went on the birth certificate.”
Patrice Hanson falsified a birth certificate by putting Randall Delpiano’s name as the father, instead of me. Heather Hanson is MY daughter. Patrice admits she knew this in a letter she composed to send Oprah Winfrey. Randy is famous! He appears in two books as “Bogus Bobby”. Patrice says she was married to BB, but, I have my doubts. Patrice has never had a grasp on reality. She suffers from mental illness due to her severely mentally ill mother being violently beaten by Patrice’s father. This may have caused this poor mother of three to jump off a cliff, and kill herself. Patrice describes herself as being the surrogate mother to her siblings.
- Chapter Two – California Royalty
by
Vincent Rosamond Rice
I could tell Seyburne Zorthian sensed I was Californian Royalty, and thus she wanted to go with Nancy and I to meet my mother. Nancy had been to our home on San Sebastian one time, and up in the boys room Bill encouraged us to kiss. We were twelve, and I never kissed a girl before. Bill was very involved in Kathy Moline, but this did not detour Nancy from loving our friend – to death. The three of us looked at the idea Nancy and I would be lovers, she perhaps losing my virginity in that abandoned house on Athol that overlooked Lake Merritt? Such is the brilliance of the erotic light that outshines the light that lit our childhood days
Right away Rosemary has noticed Seyburne is rendering erotic landscapes around me, and surprised me by knowing who her parents were. Ten minutes after we got out of the car on Glendon, Rosemary is whispering in my ear.
“Marry her. She comes from money. You should be supported!”
How do you know, I wanted to ask, but, did the math. My mother spent many evenings up at the Beverly Hills Hotel, partying with that famous crowd. Had she met Jiryl Zorthian, the famous party animal at the Altadena ranch? Did this erotic artist see one of Rosemary’s infamous porno movies that she made for Big Bones Remmer – who knew all the Mafia guys? I was staying in Betty’s home. I dropped acid there, with her three children. Toby and I had this psychedelic gunfight that had everyone in stitches. I was liked, even adored.
Nancy and her family moved to Pasadena where she befriend Barry Zorthian, who became my friend Keith’s lover at the Idol Hands commune in San Francisco, where I brought the Royal Brass Lantern. Bill, Nancy, myself, and Angel played at being Beatniks. Angel took ballet lessons in SF, and hung out at the City Lights Bookstore. She was the thirteen year old mascot of the Ferlinghetti crowd. Angel wore black, and was the next generation. She was extremely mature for her age. We loved her Barret. She would give birth to Bill’s baby. She offered to fuck me so I would not lag behind. But, her boyfriend Tony showed up that almost fateful night. They got married. I was thirteen. We could not count our close encounters that would have made us fully adult. We could not wait to enact – our better way! We founded our coffee shop where we smoked pipes and talked about Beah Writers and their books. I was assigned Neil Cassidy’s identity. Then I was George Sterling to Bill’s London.
And so it went, as I followed the brilliance of my best friend, who was six foot three, blonde with blues eyes, and a IQ of 180. Bill was an Adonis, and he knew he was doomed due to the jealousy of others. Bill was Royalty of another kind. He went where no one could go. He lost his virginity to his French maid in Paris when he was eleven, When Bill went to jail for over a year. He shut Nancy and I out of his life. Something had gone terribly wrong, and his promise to alleyway tell us the truth, was a promise broken, Bill’s favorite book and movie was ‘Of Mice And Men’.
When speed came the Height Ashbury, it came to the Idol Hands, first. There was no greater tragedy. I fled the small maids room I lived in near the huge boiler in the basement. I left my belongings behind. I had gone to visit Brian Purvis in Oakland. I meant to go back. But Barry showed me the shooting kit her lover hid under their bed, and in tears, asked me to intervene.
This is the winter of 66. We buried Hippie on October, 6, 1967. I lost the brass lantern. I left it behind. A light had gone out that many still talk about. I saw it go. Goodbye my dear fantastic friends1
DEATH OF HIPPIES Hippy
‘Elders7 Gather To Proclaim End Of Era
Text
Why may this text contain mistakes?Correct this text
DEATH OF HIPPIES Hippy ‘Elders 7 Gather To Proclaim End Of Era
SAN FRANCISCO (UPI) Elders of San Francisco’s hippie community gathered today atop Buena Vista Hill to proclaim “the death of he hippie” with pomp and dramatics. As dawn brightened the splendid view, they ceremoniously complained that their famed Haight-Ashbury district has gone wrong. ‘ Then they moved down Haight Street, cleaning up trash, common since the summer invasion of tourists and thrill-seekers. Outside of some hippie shops, closed for the three-day funeral observance, were scrubbed with flourishes. Skirl) emblems tvere placed on windows. Later, a solemn funeral procession circled the district symbolically purging it of evil. Hippies were asked to drop things meaningful to them, feuch as their beads, in a huge coffin.
The only trouble is that the performance was some sort of a “put-on,” typical of the irreverent youth. Not all hip-pie-oriented shops closed and not all hippies participated. As the “day of death” plan was developed in lengthly meetings of Haight-Ashbury patriarchs, as the observance vas turned into more of a death of labels event than anything else. “We need a new image,” they said. “The hippies want to kill their world – known name, F rom death comes rebirth, they said. They now wish to be known as “free men.” Daniel Rifkin, manager of the Grateful Dead band, important in popularizing San Francisco rock music, complained that the hippie label was manufactured by mass media. He said the name was a way to lump all kinds of unconventional people “in the same bag” with drug-crazed and other nasty connotations. Further, the name is attracting too many phony hippies, said Arthur Lisch, a prime mover in the Diggers, who scrounged for food which they served free daily in Golden Gate Park.
“Many of the creative people are leaving,” he said. “At this point, the Haight-Ashbury is a box,” and estimated Unit San Francisco hippies are now operating about 20 different communes, each with more than a dozen in California. Lisch was saddened because Haight Street has been flooded with teeny hoppers, liquorswilling college students and hostility ridden motorcyclists. Violence, including murder and rape, have been on the upsurge. Relentless police raids now net 20 or 30 hippies a night on drug charges. On Monday night, the Crateful Dead’s residence, center for several hippie organizations, was busted by police and two performers were among 10 arrested because of a pound of marijuana found. The band held a news conference Thursday to state defiantly they were objects of police harrassment and that marijuana laws, “are seriously out of touch with reality.” “All we wish is to be free Americans endowed with ceratin unalienable rights among which somebody once said, are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,” they said. “Is that so frightening?”
Share this:
The Second Death ofHippie
Posted onFebruary 27, 2016byRoyal Rosamond Press
I lived just around the corner from where the procession of ‘The Death of the Hippie’ passed by. I was away and missed it. However, I will not miss the ‘Second Death of the Hippie’ event, because I will star in it. Due to being buried under a mountain of evil slander by wanna-be pretend hippies, I will be crucified by devil-wiccanswhom I invite to attend so they can curse me and spread their demonic vile – for the last time!
I am going to ask my artistic friend, Stefan Eins to see if Herman Nitsch would come to Ken Kesey Square and perform another masterpiece. I want the Hell’s Angels to attend as they did the first burial. I am pretty sure that is Free Wheelen Frank, who poet Michael McClure made famous in his book. I am going to ask McClure to write a eulogy. Ken was close with the Angels.
This great cultural event will say goodbye to Ken Kesey with a funeral pyre that will free his hippie spirit. It will be a freebie. If anyone knows any Angels, let me know. All real hippies will have another procession and parade down Broadway. There will be a ceremonial washing of store fronts to drive away the evil ones and purify the whole downtowm. I want trumpets to sound out on Skinner Butte, and the horns of the Zulu Nazarite to take us to the Square.I will invitethe Hell Angels to lead the parade on theirbikes. I want Wavey Gravey to be the MC.
Jon Presco ‘Freebie’
Presdient: Royal Rosamond Press
Copyright 2016
braskewtiz@yahoo.com
http://mcclure-manzarek.com/friends/freewheelin
http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2011/01/the-band-poem-freewheelin-frank-reynolds.html
Share this:
ccc
Rosamond Press 
Leave a comment