Asmodeus, Bill de Blasio, Gal Gadot, Pachamama, Nimrod and The Miraculous Crucifix

April 2, 2020 at 10:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Asmodeus, Bill de Blasio, Gal Gadot, Pachamama, Nimrod and The Miraculous Crucifix

New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio (like all Marxist totalitarian despots in waiting outside Communist China and North Korea) was trying his hardest to use the Coronavirus pandemic to shut down religious centres of worship like churches and synagogues permanently.

He had announced last Friday that not only would those places of worship in New York City that remained open and ignored social distancing be fined but they may be closed permanently.

Mainland Chinese leader Xi Jinping and the ghosts of Josef Stalin and Mao Tse-tung (roasting away on their respective spits down in Tartarus) heartedly approved of Mayor Bill de Blasio’s announcement.

As Mayor Bill left his home today, he was surprised to get a cream pie thrown in his face by an invisible entity.

Meanwhile Gal Gadot who was wondering whether as a celebrity she was subject to the same home isolation rules as those of the common masses was putting her make-up on.

She had recently led a “star” studded cast of celebrity airheads and freaks in singing John Lennon’s song Imagine.

One little girl (whose grandmother had just died from the Coronavirus that morning) started bawling when she saw a TV news clip of Gal Gadot singing “Imagine there’s no Heaven…”

A short time later as Gal Gadot was once again filming and recording herself on social media, a cream pie was thrown in her face by an invisible entity.

“She doesn’t look so wonderful now,” Amadeus Emanon skyped to his friend British MP Renfield R. Renfield.

. . .

The U.S. Navy destroyer the U.S.S. Spiro Agnew was sailing in the Caribbean Sea.

Ostensibly as part of a fleet of warships to stop the smuggling of illegal drugs.

Although there were some aboard the ship who wondered if it wasn’t to prepare for a U.S. military invasion of Venezuela.

That Trump might cave in to the American Deep State’s desire to invade Venezuela as a way of diverting the American people’s attention from the pandemic they were in.

Last week U.S. Attorney-General William Barr announced that he was charging Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro and other senior officials in the country with narco-terrorism, drug trafficking, money laundering and corruption.

Even with social distancing, none of those assembled for the Barr announcement in the U.S. Justice Department building were at close enough range to one of the pillars in the foyer to notice the dusty cob web covered skeleton of one John Q. Doe who had, 30 years ago, said, “I’m going to hold my breath until the U.S. Justice Department charges the American CIA with narco-terrorism, drug trafficking, money laundering and corruption.”

Doe might still be alive today if he had not taken his own statement so literally.

So there was always the possibility that an invasion of Venezuela would fall in line with the announced policy of stopping the smuggling of illegal drugs across the Caribbean Sea.

Meanwhile aboard the U.S.S. Spiro Agnew, a U.S. Navy sailor had just spotted the ghostly outline of Christopher Columbus’ flagship the Santa Maria as well as the haunted ghost ship the Flying Dutchman.

. . .

The demon Asmodeus and the little green frog Nimrod were sitting in the middle of an empty Saint Peter’s Square in Rome drinking bottles of cognac.

They noticed a coffin going by.

“I wonder if that’s a Coronavirus victim,” Nimrod said as he used his long tongue to carefully lick up every drop of the precious liquid from the bottle that he had for the most part emptied.

“According to my sources,” Asmodeus lit himself 3 dozen cigarettes and put them in his mouth, “that coffin contains the 14th Century Sienese School Miraculous Crucifix that survived the San Marcello al Corso Church fire of May 22nd 1519 and halted the Great Plague of Rome of 1522 but was unable to withstand Pope Francis’ long-winded Urbi et Orbi speech of this past March 27th 2020 as Francis blathered on comfortably standing under a canopy while the Miraculous Crucifix got drenched in the pouring rain since it was outdoors by itself with no canopy protecting it. The wood on the sculpture apparently tumefied and exploded as the rainwater penetrated it.”

“What part of Italy is the most devastated by the Coronavirus?” Nimrod asked as he opened up a bottle of Mexican beer that was more popular outside Mexico than it was inside.

“It’s the town of Bergamo Italy (population 122,000) that’s the epicenter of the epidemic,” Asmodeus answered as he used a fire extinguisher to put out his burning mouth, “where over 600 each day are dying from the virus.”

“Why does the name Bergamo ring a bell?” Nimrod inquired as church bells rang in the distance.

“It was the Bishop and the Diocese of Bergamo that were the first in Italy to publish the prayer to the Inca earth mother goddess Pachamama on their website,” Asmodeus tried to bring back to life his water drenched cigarettes but was having about as much success as the Pope Francis invited Amazon female shaman who was using her rattles to try to raise the Miraculous Crucifix from its water drenched coffin.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday April 2nd
2020
The 15th Anniversary 
of the death 
of Pope Saint John Paul II

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The April Fool

April 1, 2020 at 10:54 pm (Poetry, Theology) (, , )

The April Fool

The following poem was written by a friend of mine Father Jacob Boddicker SJ a Jesuit priest (a rare breed of Jesuit for these times – one who’s actually a Christian and not a Marxist) whose parish consists of serving several communities on the Lakota Sioux reservation in the Black Hills of South Dakota.

I first came to know Father Jacob (we’ve never met in person) when he was a young seminarian and noviciate in the Jesuit order when he had a blog at the Xanga blogging site back in 2009 where I also had my primary blog at the time.

When my dad died from cancer in June of 2010, every few days for the next year I’d get a message from Jacob asking me how I was doing.

We still keep in touch.

He was finally ordained a priest about 3 or 4 years ago.

And has been serving the people of the Lakota Sioux First Nation ever since where he was assigned after ordination.

This is his poem that he wrote today and posted on his Facebook page entitled The April Fool:

The April Fool 
By Father Jacob Boddicker SJ

“Tear down this temple,” the April Fool cried,
“And on the third day shalt I raise it up.”
On an ass did he come, crowd-hailed, then hied 
to a quiet place with his friends to sup.
“This bread is my Flesh; this wine is my Blood,” 
yet to all ’twas no change in look or taste.
Though claimed he divine, heeded not ill-brood 
of one there, silver-swayed, who’d lay him waste.
The Fool, who dared to trust, abandoned was to mock and spit, blood and bone, agony, 
then though innocent bore he his own cross 
‘fore enthroned a sad lord on Calvary.
“The jester king!” laughed they, those people cruel;
but on day three proved they the April fools.

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Reblog of The Death of The March Hare: A Poem

March 31, 2020 at 10:00 pm (Fantasy, Literature, Mystery/horror, Mythology, Poetry) (, , , , , )

A narrative poem I wrote 3 years ago today:

Dracul Van Helsing

Persephone

On her throne, Persephone the Queen of the Underworld did decree
that the March Hare had brought joy to far too many
and it was time that this valiant hare should die
and should be now before March time did fly

So on this last day of March 2017
as the Hare drank tea with a Heartly Queen
the Messenger of Death did drop Polonium-210
into the hare’s teacup at the stroke of Big Ben

The hare raised the tea to his lips
as Mad Hatter recalled his latest trips
up through and outside the Rabbit hole
when the poor hare turned as black as coal

“Remember to pay the phone bill” were the Hare’s last words before he died
as into the frying pan went the Heartly queen’s kipper being fried
The March Hare fell over quite dead
and the Heartly queen turned bright red
“I did not say…

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Miranda Singh and The Wonderous Pair of Goldfish

March 30, 2020 at 10:59 pm (Fantasy, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, love, Mythology, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Miranda Singh and The Wonderous Pair of Goldfish

“And in other news, Pope Francis has tested negative for the Coronavirus but remains positive for Communism… ” 

Renfield switched over from Britain’s Sky News to BBC News where a friend of his was delivering the news:

“And the 600 year old Miraculous Crucifix of Christ that Pope Francis brought out to deliver his Urbi et Orbi message last Friday has suffered intense water damage as a result of the rainfall that occurred while the Pope gave his speech castigating the world for not following his globalist Neo-Marxist Neo-Bolshevik agenda and as a result the God of Surprises (the god worshipped by Francis) had sent this pandemic upon the world. Pope Francis gave this speech to the empty Saint Peter’s Square while standing comfortably under a large canopy in the pouring rain with his back turned against the Miraculous Crucifix of Christ that became drenched in the pouring rain being a great distance behind the canopy and the ancient unique statue has suffered intense water damage as a result…”

Renfield switched over to ITV News:

“Former British Prime Minister Gordon Brown has called for a One World Government in the wake of the Coronavirus crisis.
Minutes after he made the statement, a cream pie was thrown in his face by an invisible force.
Although a London bobby who had been drinking Harvey Wallbangers on the job says he saw a 6 foot 8 tall bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears do it.”

. . .

The storm clouds descend
A beast has crawled from Egypt’s sphinx 
towards Bethlehem to be born
A virus fancying itself as wise
has arisen from the East 
and spread its tentacles all over the world 
Offering gifts of pain, suffering and death
Instead of gold, frankincense and myrrh 
in adoration of the new Messiah.

. . .

In the streams of a large conservatory greenhouse in London, Set Enterprises secret agent Miranda Singh saw two multicoloured goldfish that she had never seen in the stream before swim to escape a shark she had never seen in that stream before.

The goldfish leapt above a huge rock towards another stream.

The shark likewise leapt and landed on the rock hitting its head knocking itself out.

The shark then metamorphosed into the form of the Greek god Ares.

Ares still lay there unconscious.

The two goldfish then shapeshifted into human form.

One of them Miranda recognized as being Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing.

And the other she recognized as being Mahina the Hawaiian and Polynesian Goddess of the Moon.

They left the conservatory.

Miranda looked down at the stream and thought, “Oh brave new world that has such people in it.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday March 30th
2020.

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A Banyan Tree Grows On The Moon

March 29, 2020 at 11:10 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, love, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

A Banyan Tree Grows On The Moon

Walking the streets of Honolulu in 1946
Was Los Angeles private eye Carson Cody Albion 
He was on vacation 
After having solved the mysterious case of the Blue Velvet Dandelion
back in LA 

He walked through some of the crafts shops in the city 
He noticed one belonging to a man who made ships in a bottle
Carson entered the store and looked around
He noticed one ship in a bottle that attracted his attention

“What ship is this?” Albion asked the craftsman
“The Santa Maria,” the craftsman replied 
“The Santa Maria?” Carson looked at the ship in the bottle, “That was Christopher Columbus’ flagship in 1492 on his journey to the New World wasn’t it?”
“That’s right,” the craftsman nodded.
“I’ll take it,” Albion paid the craftsman 

He walked out of the store and on to the avenue
An elderly Hawaiian woman was at a stand selling coconuts 
The private eye looked at the coconuts but wasn’t hungry at the moment 
So he didn’t buy.

“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” the coconut woman shouted after him.
“What?” Albion walked back to her.
“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” she repeated.
“Oh, okay,” Albion figured that the woman had been adding too much rum to her coconut milk 
and decided to continue walking 

“What are you planning to do with that ship in a bottle that’s in your shopping bag?” The woman asked him.
Albion wondered how she knew there was a ship in a bottle in his shopping bag
However he answered, “I don’t know”.

“Here’s a small piece of Kapa cloth,” the woman handed him just that,
“Take this pen and write on it what I have told you, “A Banyan tree grows on the moon”. Then put the Kapa cloth with the message in the bottle alongside the ship and throw it in the ocean where the waves will carry it where it may.”

It was a strange request but Albion felt compelled to comply
That night as the Hawaiian moon shone bright on the shore and sands, he threw the bottle with the ship, Kapa cloth and message into the ocean.

It was a late March night in 2020
The streets of London were deserted because of the countrywide lockdown over the Coronavirus 
but Dracul Van Helsing had a paper signed by Boris Johnson
granting him permission to walk the streets
To rid the city of any evil nocturnal creatures 

As Dracul walked along the banks of the Thames
He noticed a small bottle floating close to the shore
The vampire hunter picked it up
It appeared to be very old 
And it almost had the appearance of having travelled all over the world 
How did it wind up here on the Thames? he wondered.

He looked inside the bottle 
He recognized the ship as being the Santa Maria
He pulled out the small piece of Kapa cloth and noticed the message on it

“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” Dracul read aloud.

He went back to his London apartment 
Carrying the ship in the bottle and its message with him
He went inside the room he used as an office 
And saw this vision

“Who are you?” Dracul asked.

“I am Mahina the Hawaiian and Polynesian goddess of the moon”

The woman answered.

-A narrative poem 
and vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Sunday March 29th
2020.

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The Egyptian Vampiress Isis In The City of Florence

March 28, 2020 at 10:59 pm (Entertainment, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The Egyptian Vampiress Isis In The City of Florence 

The Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis allowed the full rays of the sun to bask on her face.

You may ask how is it possible for a vampiress to bask in the rays of the sun without becoming grilled to a crisp like a shrimp in a Louisiana Cajun restaurant?

The answer lay in a very powerful sunblock that had been developed many years ago by Set Enterprises’ Dr. Cadbury Rocher.

However the sunblock for what ever reason only worked on vampiresses and not vampires.

Dr. Rocher made his discovery when trying the sunblock out on his two initial test subjects.

The sanity challenged scientist (who was the great grandson of immortal London dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes and the great great grandson of 19th Century London criminal overlord Prof. James Moriarty – yes, Sherrielock Holmes had married Dr. Louis Rocher who was the illegitimate son of her twin brother’s mortal enemy although at the time neither Sherrielock nor Dr. Louis Rocher knew that the evil Prof. Moriarty was Louis’ real father) decided to pick an unpopular vampiress and an unpopular vampire to use as his test subjects since if they fried to a crisp in the daylight, no one would miss them.

For the unpopular vampiress, he picked a distant ancestress of the obnoxious Kardashian clan since being a Kardashian, she was regarded as being overrated in her field which in her case, her field was being a vampiress.

Sadly for those who despise the Kardashians, the sunblock worked on the vampiress ancestress of the Kardashian clan.

The vampiress Countess Kardashian went on to open up her own Instagram account where her pictures of her sucking the life force out of various mortal humans (an attribute passed on to her descendants) attracted over 10 million followers.

As for an unpopular vampire, Dr. Rocher selected Herr Daryl Larry Snerd a nighttime tax auditor for the American IRS.

Sadly for Herr Snerd, he went up in flames like the Hindenburg having a bad day over New Jersey.

After examining the compounds of the sunblock as well as analyzing the DNA in the vampiric blood samples he took from Countess Kardashian and Herr Snerd (prior to sending them out in the daylight as an LP record played Gale Garnett singing “We’ll sing in the sunshine…” in the background of what turned out to be the shortest lived duet in history as Countess Kardashian ended up singing solo), he determined that there was something about the female genetic makeup that allowed the sunblock to work on vampiresses but not vampires.

Of course transgendered vampires insisted that the sunblock would work on them since they had been born in the wrong gender.

But when they went up like a building on Arsonists’ Appreciation Day, the ghost of Col. Sanders would boot Lady Gaga singing Born This Way out of the way and start singing Fried That Way.

And so thanks to Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s efforts of many years ago, the Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis (sister and sister-in-law of the London-based Egyptian vampire Set) was able to enjoy the city of Florence in the sunshine today without having to cope with loads of nauseating tourists since the city was under lockdown along with the rest of Italy.

She was approached by the ghost of the great Renaissance Florentine ruler Lorenzo de’ Medici (whom she had once met in the latter’s mortal lifetime).

“Good evening, your Majesty,” Lorenzo bowed to her, “I see you’re enjoying beautiful Florence in solitary peace and tranquility.” 

“I am, Lorenzo,” she smiled at him.

And with that ancient Egypt and Renaissance Italy briefly held hands as representatives of those two great civilizations watched the Florentine sun set.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday March 28th
2020.

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Asmodeus, Nimrod and The Amazing Syrian Teen Saint Who Fights Epidemics

March 27, 2020 at 11:24 pm (Biographical, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Asmodeus, Nimrod and The Amazing Syrian Teen Saint Who Fights Epidemics

The demon Asmodeus and the little green frog Nimrod were sitting atop one of the buildings that overlooked Saint Peter’s Square and were watching the proceedings down below.

They watched a lone Pope Francis stroll across the square and then sit in a chair under a canopy with a microphone in front of him.

Behind him was a Miraculous Crucifix of Christ that was only brought into the square at Christmas or Easter of a Holy Year (the last time it was in the Square was during the pontificate of Saint John Paul II during the Holy Year of 2000) or during times of plague and epidemic.

Pope Francis, after a priest had read from the Gospel of Mark where the account of Christ calming a storm at sea is told, then addressed the empty square to impart an Urbi et Orbi blessing upon the City (Rome) and the World.

“Why is the Pope speaking with his back turned on Christ?” Nimrod asked as he licked his Venus Fly Trap ice cream cone.

“It probably serves as a metaphor for the past 7 years of his 7 year papacy,” Asmodeus answered as he smoked a cigarette and sipped his bottle of Louisiana bourbon.

“What’s he saying?” Nimrod asked as he tried to get wax out of his ears.

An after effect of trying to read the Latin edition of The Necronomicon by candlelight last night.

“Oh, the gist of it is he’s telling people, It’s all your fault that this pandemic happened. If you had only followed the globalist agenda that I as your feigning humility Neo-Marxist tyrant-in-chief had told you to do, none of this would have happened. And now you have to stay in your homes and not receive the Body and Blood of Christ at the Mass as your punishment,” Asmodeus lit himself another dozen cigarettes and stuck them in his mouth.

“Wow, he actually said that?” Nimrod was horrified to discover that the take-out delivery soup he had ordered did not have a fly in it.

“Not in those blunt words of course,” Asmodeus rubbed some Friar’s Balsam on his lip burns, “He used nice sounding euphemisms like all adherents of the Modernist heresy are prone to do as Pope Saint Pius X noted in his 1907 encyclical Pascendi.”

“What is the heresy of Modernism?” Nimrod asked as he took a selfie of himself with his smart phone.

“It’s the synthesis of all heresies,” Asmodeus answered as he started playing an antique theremin musical instrument.

Meanwhile at the Catholic Cathedral in the German city of Aachen built by the Emperor Charlemagne (who was also buried there upon his death in 814 AD), the Cathedral’s resident archivist and historian suddenly recalled recently that the Cathedral held the relics of the little known patron saint of resisting epidemics in its basement chamber of relics.

The relics were of a 16-year-old girl killed by the Romans in Syria for professing the Christian faith.

The girl suffered a particularly excruciating death.

She was tied to two bent palm trees and then torn apart as the trunks were released.

The Syrian teen saint’s relics were brought to Aachen by King Otto III in 997 AD.

They were kept in a tomb underneath a slab in the cathedral which could be seen up until 1912.

They were then moved to the reliquary in the basement.

The removal of the Syrian teen saint’s shrine from a prominent place in the cathedral to a basement reliquary occurred in the year which saw the Titanic sink.

The First World War broke out a couple of years later.

But nobody would have really connected the moving of the saint’s relics with those events.

That is until it suddenly hit the Aachen Cathedral’s resident archivist/historian.

The archivist/historian knew that the patron saint of resisting epidemics had her relics among the relics in this cathedral.

What was her name again? The archivist/historian tried to recall.

And then her name- the name of the teen Syrian girl who had died so cruelly at the hands of the Romans for professing her Christian faith in 177 AD Syria- the teen saint who became the patron saint of resisting epidemics – her name?

Saint Corona.

And her Feast Day is May 14th- the date that Pope Francis was to announce this year that Catholic schools and centres of learning were to henceforth promote loyalty to the New World Order.

The meeting had to be postponed to October due to the outbreak of the Coronavirus.

Saint Corona: In happier times before she encountered soldiers of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius’ army.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Friday March 27th
2020.

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Yaldabaoth’s Vision On His Way To The Big Apple

March 26, 2020 at 10:57 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, History, Horror, International Intrigue, magic, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Yaldabaoth’s Vision On His Way To The Big Apple

Athelstan the butler and valet to the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was having a conversation with British MP Renfield R. Renfield.

Both men were 6 meters away from one another so they wouldn’t be shot by killer drones recently commandeered by WHO (the World Health Organization) for those who violated the world body’s social distancing rules.

Athelstan was also wearing a face mask.

Although whether this was because he feared getting the Coronavirus or because he had just cleaned out the kitty litter box belonging to Nefertiti Galore (the vampire Set’s fiercely protective house cat) is a matter for speculation.

“So, Mr. Renfield,” Athelstan coughed through his face mask, “I hear that Virginia Gov. Ralph Northam issued an Executive Order this past Monday making it a criminal offense to hold a Church service with more than 10 people present. If found guilty, people could be imprisoned for 12 months and/or fined $2,500.”

“I imagine,” Renfield lit his pipe, “that the Baal and Baphomet worshipping Marxist despot Ralph Northam was positively ejaculating in ecstasy and orgasm at being able to sign such an Executive Order. I don’t imagine he’ll ever bother rescinding it even when the pandemic is over.”

“Probably not, sir,” Athelstan dusted off a portrait painting of the late British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher dressed in a medieval Iron Maiden torture chamber item suit, “Did you hear that Pope Francis’ personally designated papal successor Luis Antonio Cardinal Tagle is saying let’s overcome the Coronavirus with a pandemic of love?”.

“Well,” Renfield sipped his pipe, “Isn’t that jackass just the epitome of romance?”.

. . .

Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was flying a magic shamrock flying carpet from his rented farmhouse in Vermont to New York City.

Yaldabaoth had recently left Ireland after that country had closed all its pubs (As Yaldabaoth remarked at the time, “You know a world situation is serious when it forces Ireland to close all its pubs.”)

He had gone to Vermont hoping that the pubs would be open.

Many of them were closed but lucky for Yaldabaoth, there were plenty of Vermont country gentlemen who made their own moonshine.

Yaldabaoth rented his Vermont farmstead from another Irish leprechaun The Fantastic Flanigan.

The Fantastic Flanigan had the honour of being the world’s shortest UFC fighter.

He also had the honour of being the world’s only always defeated UFC fighter.

Generally all the other UFC fighters used the Fantastic Flanigan as practice for the day the old medieval sport of dwarf tossing was once again brought back into the world.

It so happened that the Fantastic Flanigan owned a flying carpet (made from magic shamrocks) so he had left it behind in the barn for Yaldabaoth to use.

Flanigan was currently spending his social isolation time at the Moonlite Bunny Ranch in Nevada.

As Yaldabaoth approached New York City, he was shocked to see the Big Apple surrounded by an army of Dullahans (A Dullahan was a black horse riding headless horseman of death).

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday March 26th
2020

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Amorous Laetitia, Teilhard, Pachamama and The New World Order

March 25, 2020 at 10:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Amorous Laetitia, Teilhard, Pachamama and The New World Order

Amorous Laetitia the familiar black cat of Hecate the Greek goddess of witchcraft (an animal who sadly was never mentioned in most Greek mythology textbooks) was wandering the lonely streets of Rome.

It was rather nice of that Coronavirus to be keeping people off the streets for her.

Amorous Laetitia broke into her favourite Rome taverna (which was now closed because of the countrywide lockdown) and helped herself to a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream which she poured into ten large saucers for Amorous Laetitia preferred drinking Baileys Irish Cream to drinking milk.

Afterwards she pranced down the street doing a feline Irish jig which was the usual after effect of drinking Baileys Irish Cream that came upon her.

As she pranced and danced, Pachamama the Inca earth mother goddess walked by accompanied by the flaming fiery disembodied head of Jesuit priest Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.

Pachamama had been in the Vatican quite a bit recently ever since wooden statues of her had been brought into the Vatican Gardens last October.

Amorous Laetitia herself had been living in the Vatican the past several years ever since her mistress Hecate’s head had been buried inside the High Altar of Saint Peter’s Basilica roughly around the same time that Pope Francis had written an apostolic exhortation on love and the family that he called Amoris Laetitia.

Last December at a Vatican Christmas Concert, a female shaman from the Amazon had led various Italian Catholic bishops and priests into praying to Pachamama as they held their hands over their hearts to pick up the vibrations of Mother Earth.

Later the Missionary Society of The Italian Conference of Catholic Bishops had published a prayer to Pachamama asking her to impart her special blessings on the land of Italy.

And now a few months later in March 2020, Italy’s death toll from the Coronavirus was now higher than that of China where, as Donald Trump is never tired of reminding us, the Coronavirus originated.

So, if Amorous Laetitia could talk, she might ask, “How is that prayer and those blessings working out for you so far, Bishops?”.

. . .

British MP Renfield R. Renfield and the London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set were having a discussion on which particular group of globalist elitists were going to use this Coronavirus pandemic as an excuse to bring about a New World Order (the globalist euphemism for a one world government) under their control.

Mused Set, “There were always various theories on how the globalists would be able to get the world to become as one and accept a New World Order. One theory was the world would become as one as a result of fear of nuclear war. Another theory was that the globalists would stage a phoney ET invasion from outer space to get the world to become one. Yet another theory was the globalists would use fear of climate change. Yet nobody anywhere predicted that it would be a little tiny virus running amuck that would cause the world such panic that it would be forced to act in unison as one which might allow the globalist totalitarian with the winning deck of cards in his pocket to step up upon the world stage and collect all the marbles. The answer of how to bring this all about lay with an eency weency virus.”

“The answer was under our noses all this time,” Renfield noted as he sneezed.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 25th
2020.

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Yaldabaoth, Dracul, Sophia and The Brave New World

March 24, 2020 at 10:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Yaldabaoth, Dracul, Sophia and The Brave New World

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was discussing with his former employer (and current landlord) the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set the curious political situation unfolding in Canada.

The Justin Trudeau Liberals had introduced into the House of Commons in Ottawa today an $82 billion bailout package to help the Canadian economy cope with the financial and economic fallout from the Covid-19 Coronavirus pandemic.

But included in the bill was emergency Financial Powers legislation that would grant Canadian Finance Minister Bill Morneau (or whoever was named Canada’s Finance Minister) power to raise or lower taxes as well as abolish taxes or establish new taxes until December 2021 without having to seek the approval of Parliament first.

Ignoring Patrick Henry’s statement that “Taxation without representation is tyranny” and George III’s desire to do just that to the American colonies led to the American Revolution.

The leaders of both major Opposition parties in the Canadian House of Commons- Federal Conservative leader Andrew Scheer and Federal New Democratic Party leader Jagmeet Singh while approving of the $82 billion aid package for Canadians did not approve of the Federal Financial powers legislation that would give the Federal Finance Minister carte blanche to rule the Canadian economy by dictatorial fiat.

Therefore they threatened to defeat the bill and being a minority government, the Trudeau Liberals were forced to withdraw it.

However the Trudeau ass kissing sycophants in most of the mainstream Canadian media such as CBC, CTV and Canadian Global News were presenting the news story in such a way as to give Canadian TV news viewers the idea that the Federal Conservatives and the Federal New Democrats were being heartless in wanting to hold up a $82 billion financial aid package that would help ordinary Canadians who were being laid off and losing their income in such extraordinary times.

But the trouble lay with the sneaky and underhanded Canadian Federal Liberals (who had always been sneaky and underhanded ever since the days of Prime Minister William Lyon MacKenzie King – a Canadian Liberal Prime Minister in the 1920s, ’30s and ’40s) who were trying to sneak in dictatorial powers to Canada’s finance minister which were an affront to representative democracy.

But the Canadian media just went along with the dystopian brave new world the Trudeau Liberals were hoping to create.

Today the Canadian government started running ads featuring Dr. Theresa Tam Canada’s Chief Public Health Officer telling Canadians the simple measures they could take to help prevent the spread of the Coronavirus.

Normally Government of Canada ads for the past 40 years always ended with a professional announcer saying “Brought to you by the Government of Canada”.

Today a Calgary based geopolitical analyst friend of Renfield clearly heard Justin Trudeau’s voice at the end of the ad saying, “Brought to you by the Government of Canada.”

So Justin was now becoming the voice of an Orwellian Big Brother in Canadian government advertising.

A Canadian Goebbels doing his own voice narration in the midst of a dystopian apocalyptic disaster film reality TV show.

As Renfield remarked to Set, “This pandemic will finally see totalitarian despots who have been in the closet finally coming out of the closet as the rest of the population are told to stay in their homes.”

. . .

Donald Trump meanwhile was telling a Trump ass kissing sycophant from Fox News that he hoped to see every American business establishment currently closed finally open for business by Easter.

“In other words, an American resurrection,” the Trump ass kissing sycophant from Fox News beamed like a moron in ecstasy on Ecstasy.

“Doesn’t that mean an American Crucifixion will have to happen first?” Thought Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun who was currently residing in a rustic country farm house in the American state of Vermont and watching the interview on television.

. . .

Meanwhile Yaldabaoth’s mother Sophia the Greco-Egyptian gnostic goddess of wisdom was standing on a rustic country road in southern Italy.

“Ciao, bella,” Dracul Van Helsing greeted her.

“Dracul,” Sophia was shocked, “Aren’t you ignoring what the WHO has to say about social distancing?”.

“I apologize,” Dracul answered, “That was a spontaneous reaction to when I first saw you just now. If Justin Trudeau finds out about this, he’ll be painting his face to look like mine.”

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Tuesday March 24th 
2020.

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