Reblog of California wildfires… Please help.
A blog post with photos of the devastating California wildfires.
I’m currently having a GoFundMe campaign as my birthday gift . Donations ( aka birthday gift to me ) go directly to American Red Cross, specifically for California Wildfires victims. The air here in my city is bad. I now see so many people wearing masks. We can even smell smoke in our house, especially at night and early morning. ( not to mention the smog ! ! )The affected area here is now as big as Iowa. My target is at least $ 500…. funding ends on my birthday ( coming up very , very soon ) . To date, I already have more than half of my target.
I’ll continue with my mission, next time as Christmas gift to me.
I guess they don’t need blood for the victims ( also for the LA mass shootings ). The last time I donated blood was for the Las Vegas…
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Sekhmet, Set and Bastet
The year was 1938.
It was the month of November.
20 years earlier the Egyptian vampire Set’s tomb had been dug up in Egypt by Oxford trained Egyptologist Dr. Edgar Lovecraft Ashbury.
In fact, Set’s tomb had been opened at exactly 11 AM Greenwich Mean Time on November 11th 1918 (the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month- the same minute the Armistice ending the Great War came into effect).
Set now lived in London, England where he had amassed a fortune.
Set was also one of the world business oligarchs supporting Hitler.
Not because Set was a Nazi.
But because Set thought Hitler would destroy Stalin.
Set hated Stalin because Stalin had arranged the murder of Set’s mortal fiancee back in 1924.
Sir Winston Churchill knew that Sol Invictus Set (as the wealthy businessman Egyptian vampire called himself in London circles) supported Hitler.
Churchill happened to run into the Egyptian lion headed goddess Sekhmet in the Egyptology section of the British Museum library one evening.
Sekhmet agreed to spy on Set for Churchill.
The goddess turned herself into an Egyptian teen-aged girl calling herself Sekhmeta and showed up at Set’s doorstep claiming to be a distant descendant of Horus (who was Set’s nephew) thus making herself Set’s niece (a great great great x great niece several times over).
Set agreed to let Sekhmeta stay with him.
One night 80 years ago, Set caught Sekhmeta listening to American jazz and jive music on the radio instead of doing her homework.
Set promptly administered a spanking.
Rubbing her behind and reaching for a pillow, Sekhmeta said to Set, “I’ll get you for that, Uncle Set.”
“I’m sure you will,” Set laughed.
Meanwhile in Washington DC, the Egyptian cat goddess Bastet was rising up behind an FBI agent and his girlfriend in a movie theatre to strike.
To be continued.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday November 17th
2018.
Asmodeus’ Advice To Loki
The Norse trickster god Loki had been told by Ares the Greek god of war that Zeus was now expecting a night of lovemaking with Ariana Grande as part of a deal for releasing the Kraken.
Loki went about making arrangements for this and discovered to his horror that Ariana Grande was being protected by Saint Raphael the Archangel.
The demon Asmodeus had told Loki over cigarettes and Irish Coffee that Raphael was one tough cookie.
That centuries ago, after Asmodeus had been causing problems for a young Hebrew maiden named Sarah, Raphael had captured Asmodeus in Upper Egypt and bound him.
It was an experience that Asmodeus wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy the cigarette smoking demon said as an exorcist walked through the door.
Asmodeus picked up his hat and coat, thanked Loki for a lovely evening and left sticking the Norse trickster god with paying the bill.
Loki decided he better not risk taking the horny Greek Olympian god Zeus to Ariana’s place if Raphael was around.
Instead Loki contacted Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal (who was a friend of the bar tab evading Asmodeus) and asked what he should do.
Allatallahbel suggested getting Zeus drunk on shots of tequila and then bring him around to her apartment in the Vatican to make out with her Allatallahbel.
She’d tell him that she was Ariana Grande.
So one fine November night, Loki got Zeus loaded on shots of tequila in a Rome taverna.
With Zeus three sheets to the wind and a huge windstorm pounding the Eternal City, Loki led the Olympian to Allatallahbel’s apartment in the Vatican.
Zeus entered her bedroom and noticed Allatallahbel lying face down one sheet to the wind as the window was open.
“My what lovely tattos you have, my dear,” Zeus drooled like Cerberus after a night on the town.
“The better to impress Bill Clinton and Jessie Jackson with, my dear,” Allatallahbel replied.
Soon Zeus and Allatallahbel were making out.
Pope Francis walked into the room.
“Jesus Christ!” said the pontiff.
“Not quite,” Zeus replied, “The name is Zeus. Jupiter Zeus.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday November 16th
2018.
The Camp Fire of Cthulhu: A Poem
Cthulhu had recently started fires in northern California
now tired of this particular spectacle
Cthulhu swung around continents and across oceans
Past straits and across seas to the eastern Mediterranean shore
There he noticed Zeus’ Kraken Scion of Apollyon burrowing into tunnels
in the Gaza Strip
The fallen Archangel Samael
The Talmudic angel of death
The Satan mentioned in the Book of Job
(that one time it wasn’t the Satan who is also Lucifer the Devil)
A former angelic prosecuting attorney
and a Prime Minister in the celestial realms of Heaven
turned Transgendered back in 1931
and went to live in Mexico
where he is worshipped as Santa Muerte (the female but really Transgendered Saint Death) the god and deity of drug dealers
and drug gangs throughout the Americas
Recently Samael Satan Santa Muerte took a holiday in Israel
and showed up as a snake in the cracks of the Western Wall
on the Temple Mount
and chased a pigeon trying to eat it
Not one to eat pigeon pie or humble pie
the Celtic stag god Cernunnos went hunting in Europe
he hunted humans and killed them
and made trophies of their heads and drank their blood
and said, “I have seen the future and it’s me.”
-An occultic poem
written by Christopher
Thursday November 15th
2018
The Dragon Warrioress Crown Princess Lenora of Lemuria In London
Both Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing and Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol had been called to the Scotland Yard offices in London by Inspector Depp (no relation as far as he knew to Johnny) of Scotland Yard.
They were asked to come question a suspect.
The man who was with the suspect when she was arrested -undersea explorer Louis Alphonse Cousteau (a great nephew of famed 20th Century undersea explorer Jacques Yves Cousteau) claimed the woman was 3000 years old (even though she didn’t look a day over 24) and had recently been brought back from the dead after being found in a waterproof glass coffin in the sunken city of Mu on the sunken continent of Lemuria which he said he had recently found at the bottom of the South Pacific Ocean.
Louis Alphonse Cousteau was currently undergoing psychiatric assessment by famous Welsh psychiatrist Morgana Jones who had her offices in London.
The woman who claimed to be the Dragon Warrioress Crown Princess Lenora of Lemuria had so far put 20 policemen in hospital when they had gone into the interrogation room to question her.
Rather than going in to interrogate her himself, Inspector Depp (a man once described by Sherlock Holmes’ immortal twin sister the noted London dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes as the 21st Century Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard) had bravely phoned Van Helsing and Whitstable and bravely suggested they come down and interrogate her.
While looking through the glass at the Dragon Warrioress in the interrogation room, Van Helsing asked Depp, “What’s she been charged with?”.
“Assaulting a Member of Parliament,” was Depp’s reply.
Van Helsing noticed the dress she was wearing in the mug shot after she had been arrested (and the same dress she was currently wearing in the interrogation room) and asked, “And that Member of Parliament wouldn’t have been one Renfield R. Renfield by any chance?”.
“My God, Van Helsing, how could you possibly know…” Depp was astounded.
Van Helsing interrupted, “And I suppose the reason for the assault was that Renfield approached her and asked her out on a date?”.
“Your methods of deduction always amaze me, Van Helsing,” the Inspector was flabbergasted.
“Elementary, my dear Watson… I mean… my dear Depp,” Van Helsing replied.
Whitstable looked at the Dragon Warrioress through the glass into the interrogation room.
“Well, Dracul,” Whitstable asked, “who’s going in?”
Van Helsing followed Peter Whitstable’s gaze and looked at the Dragon Warrioress Princess behind the glass.
Van Helsing lit himself a cigarette and in a calm voice replied,
“I’m going in.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday November 14th
2018.
“Release The Kraken!” – Zeus’ Final Command
As Ares the Greek god of war, Thor the Norse god of thunder and Morrigan the Celtic goddess of war sat around drinking Quetzalcoatl tequila shots (with giant worms in them) and wondering how to start the next global world war, the Norse trickster god Loki came along selling NRA memberships, Donald Trump Is The New Messiah t-shirts and also Nancy Pelosi For Speaker of The House buttons (as a trickster, he had all bases covered).
As soon as he found out the causes of their glumness and their sobriety challenged condition, he suggested they get Zeus to “Release the Kraken!”.
That should start a world war.
“How can we get Zeus to release the Kraken?” Morrigan giggled as she fantasized about making out with James Spader as Raymond Red Reddington and making out with him on a king sized waterbed under a painted ceiling mural of the sinking of the Titanic.
“I happen to know the horny Olympian who likes to carry lightning bolts in his pockets wants to make out with singer Ariana Grande,” Loki had hacked into Zeus’ internet search images on his Mount Olympus iCloud, “so promise him a fling with Ariana Grande if he releases the Kraken.”
One of the many images of singer Ariana Grande that the Greek Olympian god Zeus has on his Mount Olympus iCloud.
The trio thought this was a good idea.
Ares went to see Zeus with the proposal.
Zeus (making sure he was out of earshot of Hera) agreed.
He sent Hermes and Dionysus to go release the Kraken.
Zeus’ kraken named Scion of Apollyon was being kept at a secure aquarium facility (designed and engineered by Dr. Cadbury Rocher) at the Set Enterprises laboratories at Canary Wharf on the Thames River in London.
Hermes in a Haida canoe and Dionysus in an Inuit kayak went rowing down the Thames River singing, “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily mare, life is but a dream…”
Both had spent the previous evening heavily imbibing Dionysus’ homemade bootleg fermented nectar.
As they reached Canary Wharf, Hermes got easily out of his canoe and stepped on to the pier.
Dionysus, who was not only short and bald and heavily bearded but also extremely pudgy and overweight (rumour had it that he was the biological father of numerous Calgary white women after he had evening serenaded drunken walruses along the Bow and Elbow Rivers), had a great deal more difficulty trying to maneuver his way out of the closed compartment cover of his kayak.
In fact the short, bald, heavily bearded, pudgy and overweight deity became hopelessly stuck.
As he blew his antique 19th Century Sherlock Holmes and Inspector Lestrade personally autographed Police Call Help whistle to summon lovely water nymphs from the Thames River to come rescue him, the ghost of Friedrich Nietzsche (whom Hades had recently granted a dispensational furlough to) stood on the pier and repeated the last words he had spoken on his deathbed, “It’s Dionysus vs. Christ. Don’t you understand?”.
As the Thames River lovely water nymphs used chainsaws to cut the kayak open to get the vastly overweight Dionysus out, the ghost of Wild West sheriff Wild Bill Hickok who had been an avid gambler and poker player in his earthly life (and had also been granted a dispensational furlough by Hades to briefly leave the Underworld realm), remarked to Nietzsche, “I think I’d put my money on Christ.”
“Did anyone ever tell you you’re so much better looking than the fat cow walruses along the Bow River in Calgary?” Dionysus told the lovely Thames River water nymphs as they carried him on to the pier.
Julius the genetically created hybrid T-Rex giraffe with the body and neck of a giraffe and the head of a T-Rex who served as the Set Enterprises guard watch dog had once again got his head stuck in the window trying to peer into Sherrielock Holmes’ Set Enterprises office to stare at her leather micro mini skirted and black silk fishnet pantyhose clad legs and so was unable to stop the two intruder Greek deities.
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster was about to raise the alarm in his own glass aquarium about two intruding Greek deities in the building when peering through the enormous hole in the adjacent wall caused by Julius the hybrid T-Rex giraffe trying to get his head out of his predicament, the lobster happened to catch a glimpse of Sherrielock Holmes in her mini skirt and pantyhose.
Michelangelo’s lobster tank exploded and both water and lobster wound up on the lab floor.
As both Set Enterprises’ maintenance and security arrived on the scene for a mop up operation, the two Greek deities went to the lab where Zeus’ kraken Scion of Apollyon was located.
They released the Kraken as Zeus’ voice thundered through on Hermes’ Huawei smart phone, “Release the Kraken!”.
The Kraken escaped and promptly divided into 2 krakens.
One headed in the direction of Baltimore, Maryland where the U.S. Catholic Bishops were holding a conference.
The U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops had just caved in to Pope Francis’ Josef Stalinesque directive that the topic of priestly and clerical sex abuse must not be on the agenda at their meeting.
The other kraken headed in the direction of the Gaza Strip on the eastern Mediterranean as the possibility of war between Israel and Hamas loomed.
Donald Trump in the meantime had just issued a Twitter tweet that the world was a “lot safer and more secure” with him as President of the United States.
A sure sign that doom was on its way.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday November 13th
2018.
Armistice Eve- 100 Years Later
On Armistice Eve 1918, Ares the Greek god of war, Thor the Norse god of thunder and Morrigan the Celtic goddess of war walked sadly across the battlefields of France
for their handiwork was about to come to an end in less than another 24 hours
Thor asked, When shall we three meet again?
The answer would be in more than another 20 years
when a modern worshiper of Thor and Odin and a hater of the God of the Jews
would seek to expand his reach across the globe.
Now 100 years later,
the anniversary of Armistice Eve
The three were plagued with sad memories
as they recalled the tapestry of blood and slaughter they had weaved a century ago
had come to an end.
Anniversary of sad times
Ares wiped a tear
Thor blew his nose
and Morrigan asked,
Now, when shall we three meet again?
In a nearby field, a row of poppies gently blew in the evening breeze
no doubt the answer was there blowing in the wind
as in the sky, the skylarks cried,
wondering whether they’d be joined by raven-crows or snow white doves.
-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday November 10th
2018.
Renfield R. Renfield Uncovers The 3rd Secret of Fatima
Austrian Chancellor Sebastian Kurz made the announcement that a 70 year old retired Austrian colonel had been spying for the Russians since the early 1990s.
British MP Renfield R. Renfield had heard from his sources about the spy even before Chancellor Kurz had.
Renfield also heard from those same sources that the retired Austrian colonel had in his briefcase a copy of the original Third Secret of Fatima (a prophecy about the future that was supposed to have been spoken by the Virgin Mary Mother of Jesus to 3 shepherd children at Fatima, Portugal 101 years ago back in 1917).
Italian journalist Antonio Socci had made the claim back in the last decade that the Vatican had only revealed the vision associated with the Third Secret back on June 26th 2000. It had never actually revealed the words spoken by Mary to the 3 children he claimed.
Renfield had heard that the text of Mary’s words from the 3rd Secret were among the documents to be found in the Austrian colonel’s briefcase.
Renfield had vowed to get his hands on that briefcase before the Russians or the Austrian authorities did.
As such he arranged for his ally the Ukrainian vampiress Inna Huculak of the Ukrainian Intelligence Service to steal the colonel’s briefcase and smuggle it across the border from Austria to Switzerland where Renfield’s personal brigade of British Army Gurkhas would be waiting for her.
And tonight in London on the 100th Anniversary of the Kaiser Wilhelm II’s abdication as Emperor of Germany and King of Prussia, British MP Renfield R. Renfield read the 3rd Secret of Fatima:
In Portugal the dogma of the Faith will always be preserved. If people do not repent and better themselves, God the Father will allow a terrible punishment to be inflicted on all humanity. A great war in the 21st Century launched by Satan’s partisans in the East will come. Those surviving will envy the dead. Death will briefly reign, raised to triumph by the brothers of death who seek to be masters of the whole earth. All the world will be thrown into great confusion. Fire and smoke will fall from heaven and waters from the ocean will turn to steam throwing their foam to the sky. Millions of people will die by the minute. The only arms of protection which will remain for you will be the Rosary and the Sign left by my Son (undoubtedly the Cross or the Crucifix the Austrian colonel had added in his own handwriting).
Each day recite the prayers of the Rosary. A time of very severe trial is coming for the Church. Satan will reign over the highest places and succeed in infiltrating to the very top of the Church. One third of the clergy will serve Satan. Entire nations will lose the Faith and many people on earth will be condemned to Hell. Cardinals will oppose cardinals and bishops will oppose bishops. Many rotten changes in Rome will be retained and the Church will become obscured. At last those who survive these events will repent and become true followers of Jesus Christ as before when the world was not so corrupted.
In the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph, Russia will be truly converted and a period of peace will be granted to the world.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday November 9th
2018
The Ukrainian vampiress Inna Huculak smuggling the Austrian colonel spy’s briefcase under her dress from Austria into Switzerland.
Armistice Day- 100 Years Later
November 11, 2018 at 11:49 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, News, Poetry) (Armistice Day, fields of blood and desolation, poem, Remembrance Day, The End of World War I, The First World War, World War One)
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month
The guns fell silent on the Western Front
stillness now reigned where fury once raged
The ground soaked with men’s blood
who had struggled to take a piece of ground
and then covered over
with the blood of men from the other side
who struggled to take it back
and so on and so forth
back and forth a piece of ground would change hands
and the exchange was always paid in blood
And Death made his cocktail out of libations of blood
from both sides
And served a buffet of flesh and bone
from both sides
to the worms of the earth.
And now that was over
The roaring thunder of guns
now replaced by the silence of the dead
In the distance a piper pipes a lament
for those who will never again see the fairness of the land
from which they came
or the love in the eyes of those loved ones they left
In the distance a skylark cries
and the wind blows across fields
which had four years of seeding
from munitions and guns
And the harvest would be civil war in Russia
Civil strife and labour unrest when those who survived the war
returned to their homelands in what was a hard and bitter peace
A demagogue taking power in Germany
who would plant seeds of destruction and hate
that would last far into this century
on this the 100th Anniversary of the end of that 1st World War
Remembering that time 100 years ago
when the guns fell silent on the Western front
2 minutes of silence paid for those who gave their lives in that war
2 minutes of silence for those who went through 4 years of Hell
2 minutes of silence for those who lie in graves
And whose only voice is now that of the cold November winds
blowing across the desolate landscape
perhaps searching for that elusive peace
that was supposed to come
with the end of the war to end all wars.
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday November 11th 2018.
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