Did we invent A-EYE at the family campground?
I woke up recalling Mark Presco calling me a parasite on our family and society because I was an artist, and chose being an artist – as a career!
“No one makes money off their art!”
Mark built a robot in his garage.
I have not had any contact with the Dundon Family since this great picnic. Jeremy Dundon was showing off his Big Brain, and formed the New Circle Eggheads, that left out the younger generation. I found items at the Rec Yard Sale to play with. One was a….
MAGICAL EYE
I began a story about the Cyclops and his missing eye. He lost his axe and could not find it. We went looking for the eye. We played at this for hours. I took a nap. Jeremy’s daughter got bored, and said the eye is making her afraid. Her mother blamed me. Did she hear things about me – and my bond with the…
DUNDON CHILDREN?
Jeremy and I competed all the time. It was weird. What is going on? Last night I spend a half hour examining the pic of my in a wagpn with my siblings. Does this pic look normal to you? Look at my right foot. My toes are curled. I am very agitated. We three are – puzzled! What does the One Eyed Narcissistic Monster want from us now? Victor has broken down and bought us a toy. He believed children should not have toys. In all the fam pics I have looked at, Christine is not holding a doll – or any toy! Mark and I never had……A TOY. Vic is saying he never had a toy, or a father, thus….why should we? Is this…..revenge? It is that, and a lot more. Victor William Presco is….
EXPEIMENTING ON HIS THREE CHILDREN.
He read Nazi books, and his captian was a Socialist. When I was thirty five I asked him if he had a role model in raising us.
“Yes. My father left when I was nine. I admired Jack London. I emulated Wo;f Larsen.”
Im going to send this to the Dundon Family so they can see…
THE LIGHT
When Jim Dundon met and married Vicki Presco, he was confused about the Presco Family Dynamics. Being a Vietnam Vet high on pot, and himself, he was able to locate The Big Problem. My older brother was INDIFFERENT to Jim and the age difference, Jim was twenty-four, and Vicki fourteen.
“Do what you want. I don’t care. Just don’t do anything to me. I’m out of the loop!”
Then Jim noticed something….. Christine and Greg were very close. We were inseperable. This has to be…..UN-NATURAL. When Michael Dundon showed up, he fell in love with Christine. But, she…..
ONLY HAD EYES FOR ME?
In all the fam pics, Christine puts me between her and Mark, who never played with me. There are no pics of our mother embracing and interacting with Christine, who is in a stupor – and glued to me! Pry as they did, the Dundon Brothers did everything to seperate us. They were dedicated to this Quest, becuse it threantened them. Why…….
I WAS CHRISTINE ROSAMOND PRESCO PARENT!
I raised my sister, I protected her. I can not claim my childhood was stolen, because I went outside the Presco Home – and created a very magical childhood, and share it with Christine, who became a world famous artist.
Hired ghost writers took my dead sister from me. Members of my daughter’s family, took my grandson from me. We went fishing together. Why?
WHY?
“Now get your crybaby asses in that wagon or you will be dining on another heapen-helpen of Brussel sprouts!”
6/24/2013
Plumbing The Magic
Magic lies under the surface of Creation. When one sets out to make magic, this magic comes to the surface. Being an artist, poet, and writer, I am a dowser for magic. I look for magic where it appears it does not exist. Most of the time……I find it.
“Seek, and thou shall find.”
Clever agnostic folks do not want to believe in magic because they believe you have to believe in magic the same way you are required to believe when one has religion. Many folks find magic in religion, and, in being a spiritual being. Many religions forbid magic because they do want their flocks to be led astray. Religious laws do not accept you are a magical being until you subscribe to their teaching.
Children are naturally Magical Beings. Why is this? For one, they are very curious and want answers to the things that perplex them. If their parents can not give them all the answers, more than likely they will apply their imagination in conjuring up an answer. Children may own a never-ending imagination until they are taught that this is not good, and one must have solid and believable answers for life’s many questions.
In the word QUESTIONS is the word QUEST. Our magical quest began when Thane came into the camp of his grandfather, Michael, and Uncle Greg. Thane looks like an Elf. He was looking for an adventure. A month earlier when we camped at Delta, he showed me his axe from Mind Craft. I had bought a logger’s axe on the way to Delta and put it in the stream so the wood would swell and fit the metal head again.
All of a sudden I am telling Thane that I had a conversation with the Ros River Maidens, and they told me there was a Magical Axe nearby, in the water. Thane went down to the water’s edge, and we pulled Hrothmund to the bank. The Quest was on.
Jon Presco
6/24/2013
Fairy Fire
At the Delta campgrounds, Thane, Wylie, Jasmine, Ben, Michael, and myself, went on a Vision Quest that began with the finding of Hrothmund, the Dragon Slayer Axe of the Fairy Council. Once we found Hrothmund, we could see the good dragon, Campe, asleep under the ground, only her humped back was visible. We were not sure what we were looking for, or what we would find, but after finding of the missing eye of Arges, the good Cyclops, we were led deep into the dark forest where we found Fox Fire, otherwise known as Fairy Fire.
So as to not alarm the unbelieving adults out there, here is the scientific explanation about what we came upon. But, what can’t be explained, is, why we found Fairy Fire and the end of our Quest. Fairy Fire is extremely rare! It is said that those behold it, are gifted with an unlimited imagination, something no computer chip can hold.
Jon Presco
1. Glow-in-the-dark wood
No kidding! I was camping down in Red River Gorge in Kentucky. I was chopping on a tree stump next to our camp with my hatchet. After dark, I was in our tent and noticed small glowing bits along the side of our tent. I thought they might be the “glow worms” I have heard of. Turns out they were small chips of wood that flew off that stump I was chopping on. The newly exposed wood on the stump was glowing an errie greenish color too. I tried bringing some wood chips back to show but they stopped glowing. I’m assuming it’s some kind of fluorecent bacteria or fungus in the wood. Or is it supernatural! Anyone else ever see this phenomena?
Foxfire, also sometimes referred to as “fairy fire”, is the bioluminescence created by some species of fungi present in decaying wood. The bluish green glow is attributed to luciferase, an oxidative enzyme, which emits light as it reacts with luciferin. Although the purpose is unknown, it is widely believed that the light is meant to attract insects to spread its spores or, to act as a warning to hungry animals, similar to the bright colors exhibited by some poisonous or unpalatable species of animals.[1] Although generally very dim, in some cases the illumination may be bright enough to read by.[2]
The oldest recorded documentation of foxfire was written by Aristotle in 382 B.C. His notes make a reference to a light that, unlike fire, was cold to the touch. The Roman thinker Pliny the Elder also mentioned glowing wood that appeared in olive groves.[3]
On the suggestion of Benjamin Franklin, it was used for light in the Turtle, an early submarine.[4]
Although there are many more literary references to foxfire by early scientists and naturalists, the true cause was not discovered until 1823. The glow emitted from wooden support beams in mines was examined, and it was found that the luminescence was due to fungal growth.[5]
The “fox” in “foxfire” may derive from the Old French word fols, meaning “false,” rather than from the name of the animal.[6] The association of foxes with such fires is widespread, however, and occurs in Japanese folklore.
In popular culture [edit]
In the poem “The Ancient Track” by H. P. Lovecraft fox-fire is seen glowing in a field and bog where the narrator was convinced he would find the town of Dunwich.[7]
In the episode “Trapped” of the television series Lassie, Timmy and Boomer look for foxfire to keep girls away from them during Martha Tyson’s Halloween Party.[8]
In the novel Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, the characters Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer use foxfire as a source of light in order to dig a tunnel.[9]
In the episode “Our Town” of the television series X-Files, foxfire appears near where a dead body was found in the woods.[10]
In the episode “The After School Hexer” of the anime Ghost Hunt, foxfires appear in several rooms of the high school in Mai Taniyama’s dream.[11]
In the romance novel Foxfire Light by Janet Dailey, a horse and its rider are spooked by the light while riding through the woods in the Ozarks.
In the song by John Denver, “Foxfire Suite,” foxfire is referenced.
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080429105725AAtaRVv
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foxfire
http://www.forestryforum.com/board/index.php?topic=21549.0
Last summer I hacked away at an old tree stump. At night, the wood chips glowed. What caused this?
—Ron Hay, Trent-Severn Waterway, Ont.
The Answer
No need to call Ghostbusters: A fungus that infests trees likely caused the glow, says Sylvia Greifenhagen of the Ontario Forest Research Institute. The phenomenon is called bioluminescence: the emission of light by a living thing.
She suspects your fungus was of the genus Armillaria, the most common group of glowing fungi in Ontario. Along with dead wood, Armillaria invades the roots of live trees, sometimes moving up through the stump and lower trunk, causing decay. “A healthy tree is usually able to keep the fungi at bay,” Greifenhagen explains, “however, if it’s compromised in some way, the fungus has a better chance of gaining a good foothold.”
The fungus sends out tiny, thread-like strands called mycelia to invade the wood; these glow. Researchers are still studying the science of glowing fungi, but they know that it involves luciferin (diabolical!), a light-emitting molecule apparently found in most organisms that bioluminesce, and luciferase, an enzyme that catalyzes the chemical reaction producing the light. Bioluminescent fungi emit light continuously, but you only saw it after you exposed the mycelia.
The light will last for a few weeks, says Greg Thorn, a biology professor at the University of Western Ontario, because the fungus needs moisture. “As the wood and the fungus dry out, the mycelia will stop glowing.”
Scientists know why some organisms bioluminesce. For example, fireflies signal mates. “But nobody really knows why the mushroom does it,” says Thorn. “What is a mushroom signalling?”
Possibly insects, at least in some cases of glowing fungi; one theory is that insects help to spread fungi spores.
According to Hesiod, they were strong and stubborn. Collectively they eventually became synonyms for brute strength and power, and their name was invoked in connection with massive masonry. They were often pictured at their forge.
Uranus, fearing their strength, locked them in Tartarus. Cronus, another son of Uranus and Gaia, later freed the Cyclopes, along with the Hecatonchires, after he had overthrown Uranus. Cronus then placed them back in Tartarus, where they remained, guarded by the female dragon Campe, until freed by Zeus. They fashioned thunderbolts for Zeus to use as weapons, and helped him overthrow Cronus and the other Titans. The lightning bolts, which became Zeus’ main weapons, were forged by all three Cyclopes, in that Arges added brightness, Brontes added thunder, and Steropes added lightning.
These Cyclopes also created Poseidon’s trident, Artemis’ bow and arrows of moonlight, Apollo’s bow and arrows of sun rays, and Hades’ helmet of darkness that was given to Perseus on his quest to kill Medusa.
Campe was a dragon with a woman’s head and torso and a scorpion-like tail. Nonnus (Dionysiaca 18.23–264) gives the most elaborated description of her.[1] Joseph Eddy Fontenrose suggests that for Nonnus Campe is a Greek refiguring of Tiamat and that “she is Echidna under another name, as Nonnos indicates, calling her Echidnaean Enyo, identifying her snaky legs with Echidna’s”, and “a female counterpart of his Typhon”.[2]
Campe was set by Cronus to guard the Hecatonchires and Cyclopes in Tartarus after Cronus did not release them from their imprisonment there when they were imprisoned by Uranus. She was killed by Zeus when he rescued the Cyclopes for help in the battle with the Titans.[3]
Another possible origin for the Cyclops legend, advanced by the paleontologist Othenio Abel in 1914,[8] is the prehistoric dwarf elephant skulls – about twice the size of a human skull – that may have been found by the Greeks on Cyprus, Crete, Malta and Sicily. Abel suggested that the large, central nasal cavity (for the trunk) in the skull might have been interpreted as a large single eye-socket.[9] Given the inexperience of the locals with living elephants, they were unlikely to recognize the skull for what it actually was.[10]
Arges (Greek: Ἄργης) was one of the Cyclopes in Greek mythology. He was elsewhere called Acmonides[1] or Pyraemon.[2] His name means “bright” and represents the brightness from lightning. He is one of Gaia’s children by Uranus. In fear, Uranus is said to have locked Arges, along with his brothers in Tartarus. They were later freed to fashion lightning bolts for Zeus during his attempt to overthrow Cronus
6/21/2013
Can’t Have More Fun Then Being With a Dundon
Looking for some Clean Sober Summer Fun? Then I suggest you go seek out a Dundon.
This coming weekend I will campout with most all the Dundons for the second time in a month. Last year I had a great time. In 1987 I was invited by Michael Dundon to come to Oregon and get sober. Achieving this, I wanted to reward myself by building and sailing a raft around Round Lake where we camped for a couple of days. I’ve been sober since! I took the Huck Fynn Cure, and went back to being nine years old again.
http://www.santharia.com/tribes/merfolk/rivermaids.htm
lue River Revelations
I have more kin than I know of up the McKenzie in Blue River thanks to my little sister, Victoria Mary Presco marrying James Dundon. They found this little town and built a geodesic dome on John’s property. John owned the Log Cabin Inn until he suffered a heart attack. He wasn’t around when it burned down in 2008. The Duke of Windsor came here to fish, and stayed at the Inn, along with Clark Gable. I better add, they stayed at different times. Folks can talk, make stuff up, if you’re not careful.
Yep! I lived the life my grandpappy dreamed of living after he left it for awhile. Royal Rosamond owned forty acres in Arkansas where he talked with his friend Otto Rayburn about making a resort for poets who like to fish. I got the letter to prove it. Rayburn is the acme me of Ozark Historians.
I don’t talk to any of my River Kin, because they DeFolked me. Its what folks do up river, sometimes. I was ‘The Odd One’ not from around here. I came on a train in 1987 to get sober at Serenity Lane. I stayed in a trailer on Michael and Diane”s property.
One evening, I read the all of Luke one night, and saw Jesus. He said this to me…….. He was right there, in my tiny trailer. There was just enough room for the both of us. It was 4:00 A.M. I put him to the test, and asked him to come into the darkness I was born in. I never read the Bible before;
“I and my father in heaven are already working on these matters. Be not afraid. Spiritual Courage will be met with Spiritual Courage.”
Wow! Sounds like authentic Jesus-Speak to me!
I wandered outside, and beheld a pine tree filled with stars, and crowned by a crescent moon. Being an agonistic, I thought it best I get me some religion. I was forty-two years of age. It was kind of required in my Third Step. I joined a Bible study at Cindy and Greg Mel’s house, but was soon asked to leave for asking too many good questions. I didn’t want to tell Gary, our minister, that I was getting prompts from Jesus. I was in enough trouble.
Greg and I started studying in his little movie video shop. Blue River People would pull up in those great long squarish cars they don’t make anymore, rent a movie, and lay gravel as they headed home to feed the boredom of their brood. In those days, real loggers thought this was fake plastic stuff. They preferred to watch a kerosene lamp till their kids dosed off. Being authentic, being the Real McCoy, was the local ambition.
When I came to visit, the Dundon’s were on pins and needles. They had waited for days to ask me a question.
“Have you seen the movie ‘My Dinner With Andre’?”
“Yes I have!” I beamed, happy to hear my kin got them some culture.
“What did you think of it?”
“It made my top ten favorite movies of all time!”
The Dundon clan broke out in uproarious laughter.
“I knew it! Told you so!”
Michael had found the VCR lying along Highway 126. He took it home. Put it in the VCR, and after thirty minutes, took it out of the VCR, got in his car, and returned it where he found it. He pulled over and tossed it out the window. We didn’t know about my authentic roots. Those were the salad days. Our Blue River Diner Conversations will be the new catechism. Come time to celebrate John’s birthday, plastic images of the Dundons will be put out on your lawn – with glowing white sheep!
One day, while I was walking to Greg’s from the Blue River Free Library, I was struck on the head. Some desicribe it as being dived upon by an eagle. I asked myself this question – out of the blue:
“If John was the greatest prophet born of woman, where is his prophecy so we can read it, compare it, and see it is true – for our own damn self?”
BAM! I knew I was on to something, because I detected a transference from Judaism, to the ambiguous Christian teaching of Paul, who hardly mentions Jesus. It is all about Paul and the New Christian Laws he invented – as if they were going out of style! There were folks arguing with him in the background. We don’t hear their side of the story. Paul ‘The Fox’ and Donald Trump; if that one doesn’t work – invent another one! Scholars call it “Peculiarity”
John was supposed to be the last of the Old Testament Prophets, who I assume were “born of woman” while Jesus was born of God, via the virgin womb of a mother who had to be extremely confused about what happened to her. However, her cousin, Elizabeth, had no confusion. She compares her holy experience to Hannah, the mother of Samuel, the Nazarite. Sounds like old fashioned family tradition, stuff. What the hell is the “Promise”?
“His preaching was the end of the Law and the beginning of the Promise. He was the last in the long line of prophets who predicted Christ.”
This Liar For Peculiarity says there was nothing special about John. What God showed me, was John spoke as an eight day old infant. And he wrote on a slate!
The “greatness” that Jesus refers to concerning John has to do with John’s unique position in history, not with any special talent, holiness, or personal merit. In fact, immediately after stating that John is the greatest “among those born of women,” Jesus says, “Yet whoever is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he” (Matthew 11:11b). More on this paradox later.
At 12:58 P.M. on April 25, 2019 I found what I was looking for…..The Lost Prophecy of John The Baptist. My study of the Nazarites can now be published!
Above is a image of me in a blue cape that Gloria Ehlers made for me. After we broke up I went to live in Blue River. My drinking was getting bad. On Halloween Eve the manager of the Hub Trailer Park asked me to stay up and stop the Miller Boys from toilet papering the park. I went drinking at the Log Cabin, and noticed I was late. I headed out the door, and across the ditch. I stepped off a drop and went flying down a fifteen foot drop. I couldn’t get my hands out from under my cape, and landed on my face. I lay there for awhile laughing. There was blood all over my face. The Miller brother TPeed the camp as I lie there, laughing!
“Save the park. I’m counting on you! Don’t let me down!”
This was the first time I knew I had hit bottom. I was not…………Trustworthy!
One day Blue River will be a Mecca for the Johnites and Nazarites. There will be two ice-cream shops and a miniature train that runs through town up to the Gold Mine. I found a pic of the blue bike I gave Belle Burch that I christen ‘Bluebelle’. As to all those folks you see in the old photographs, they have all been DeFolked. We don’t live forever.
I was puzzled by these weak putdowns of John. Everyone is lesser that someone who made it to heaven – and dwells in the Kingdom of God. Why isn’t Jesus correcting this dialogue. Paul claims Jesus is speaking to him, just him. Why didn’t Jesus whisper in Paul’s ear;
“Hey good buddy. You got it wrong. John and I were kin – and neighbors! We loved God and each other since we were kids, as God commands. I loved John the Baptist.”
BAM! There it is! No “holiness, gift, personal merit” – MY ASS! John was loved by Jesus, who some claim is God. God spoke to John. John Baptized – God! John, spoke to God, and was heard. Too bad Jesus is not God! Do you see the trick they done here? They thought if you render John – LESS THAN – Jesus is more like God. Does not compute!
John is assigned the title of being a Complete Jew, while Paul, the Jew, is something else. Many scholars believe Paul, and his scribes, invented anti-Semitism. Why? What was their motive? God, is the God of the Jews.
In the video made by a homeless man, he speaks of his great project of shortening the foam he sleeps upon. Then, he shows us the outlet where he recharges his phone. He can watch many movies – for free! He points to the library down the road, but, he has way more words, in his hands. He might go there to keep warm. It used to be open 24-7. John lived in the wilderness on locusts and wild honey. That great prophet was – plugged in – to the real God!
Forced out of Bible study, and the Church, I went camping at Delta. I was the only one there. In my tent I wrote on a piece of paper “I am a Nazarite”. I then headed to the McKenzie River where I baptized myself.
Going back to my tent, I was shocked to see Michaël and Jamie Dundon. They recognized my Cadillac, and went looking for me. What are the odds? One is not supposed to be baptized alone. Since I read all of Luke that night, I have never been alone. My questions, are not empty birds with no spirit, and no message. John was a Messenger of God!
“Seek, and thou shall find!”
Let me remove the word “among” so you can get – The Message’ – alas!
“Truly I tell you, among those born of women there has not risen anyone greater than John the Baptist”
“Truly I tell you, those born of women, there has not risen anyone greater than John the Baptist……………….for he was born of the Holy Spirit of God!
Seer John
18-Portents of the Birth of John the Baptist
Posted on June 4, 2011 by James F. McGrath
In the name of the Great Life. May transcendent Light be exalted!
A child was planted from on high,
a secret/mystery was revealed in Jerusalem.
The priests had dreams.
Murmuring falls into (the place of) Wickedness –
Murmuring falls into Jerusalem.
He went to the temple early in the morning
He opened his mouth and uttered heinous things,
and spoke lies with his lips.
“In my night vision, I saw in my vision.
When I lay down I did not sleep, and I did not lie down,
and sleep did not overtake me in the night – And I did not lie down.
Because a star came and stood over Elizabeth
fire burned upon Old Father Zechariah
three lamps appeared
the sun set and lamps appeared
the house of the people was set alight
smoke billowed in the temple
In the Merkabah (throne-chariot) there was groaning
so that the earth trembled from its place
a shooting star flew over Jerusalem
The sun appeared in the night
and the moon rose during the day.”
John Speaks As Infant – Not Jesus!
Posted on March 11, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Koran has Jesus speaking the moment he is born. Why is there no mention of this miracle in the New Testament? There is, in the birth narrative of John the Baptist, but it has been altered and concealed. I have come to open your eyes, your ears, and your mouth to the Truth!
The Koran got it wrong! John was the second coming of Elijah preaching about the coming Judgement Day – that never came because John was beheaded.
Jon Presco
Coyright 2007
The Glowing Eye of the Cyclops
Posted on November 7, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press
A year ago I bought a eyeball that lights up in order to get the kids at the family campground involved in a fantasy game. With no T’V or computer, they were bored out of their wits! At a nearby yard sale, I bought an old loggers axe, and put it in the water. I told the children it belonged to the blind Cyclops who is in the woods looking for his lost eye so he can find his lost magical axe. This play went on most of the day. I promised the kids pieces of the moon are going to land in the forest during the partial eclipse. Some parents mocked me. One demanded I tell her child I was making it all up. This mother demanded I confess to the children there is no such thing as magic. Then, one of the older boys found it, in the woods, where he went to take a pee.
“I don’t know what’s going on. But, there are glowing things all over the forest floor!”
The uncle of these kids made the tracks of a dragon. Earlier, a father staged a mock battle against a costumed monster, for his son. In this video I give the operator of the Kesey Time Machine the Evil Eye, and he puts it under his goggle. A Magical Friend suggested this is where it came from. Of course! He is wearing goggles to hide the truth, he only has one…..lost….eye…..now found! Returned to the owner, I enter………
Zane Kesey made it clear this was a LSD-free event.
To Be Continued
Jon
To plumb a body of water, you measure its depth. To plumb a house, you connect all of its pipes. To make carpentry plumb, you get it exactly vertical.
Originally, the verb plumb only meant “to measure the depth of water.” These days, if you “plumb the depths” of something, you go in deep for knowledge and experience:
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Dowsing is a type of divination employed in attempts to locate ground water, buried metals or ores, gemstones, oil, gravesites,[1] and many other objects and materials, as well as so-called currents of earth radiation (ley lines), without the use of scientific apparatus. Dowsing is also known as divining (especially in reference to interpretation of results),[2] doodlebugging[3] (particularly in the United States, in searching for petroleum[4]) or (when searching specifically for water) water finding, water witching or water dowsing.[5] There is no accepted scientific rationale behind dowsing, and there is no scientific evidence that it is effective.
A Y- or L-shaped twig or rod, called a dowsing rod, divining rod (Latin: virgula divina or baculus divinatorius), a “vining rod” or witching rod is sometimes used during dowsing, although some dowsers use other equipment or no equipment at all.
Dowsing appears to have arisen in the context of Renaissance magic in Germany, and it remains popular among believers in Forteana or radiesthesia.[6]
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