Pachamama and The Spectre of Teilhard: The Devil Wore A Collar and Cassock
Pachamama and The Spectre of Teilhard: The Devil Wore A Collar and Cassock
“I order all priests in this country to stop preaching on Hell.”
-Reinhard Cardinal Marx,
Archbishop of Munich,
Chairman of the German Bishops’
Conference
(who’s obviously tired of being reminded of his post-life destination)
Former British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was once again setting up his London private eye office with former British Conservative MP Agathor Christie (both men had once again failed to be re-elected to Parliament in last month’s General Election).
Magog suddenly noticed he got an email from the man who was their tour guide throughout the rainforest jungles of the Amazon last summer.
The failed parliamentary and equally unsuccessful private eye duo had been hired last year to find out who was causing the Amazon rainforest fires that were burning out of control last summer.
They had failed to do so but had sent a bill for their services to Lev Tomi (the Secretary-General of the UN Secretariat On The Environment and Climate Change) anyway.
The email contained a photo taken by an Inca Quechua indigenous woman living in Peru last summer.
The photo showed the disembodied flaming head of a Jesuit priest emitting fire from his hair and setting fire to trees.
Coincidentally Magog’s partner Agathor Christie was getting a photo emailed to him from British MP Renfield R. Renfield.
The photo taken by an acquaintance of Renfield who was currently in Australia (rescuing koalas, kangaroos and other wildlife from the current wildfires) showed the disembodied flaming head of the same Jesuit priest emitting fire from his hair and setting fire to Australian trees.
. . .
On July 13th 1917 the Virgin Mary was said to have appeared to three shepherd children Lucia Santos and her cousins Jacinta and Francisco Marto near the village of Fatima, Portugal and told them three secrets.
On October 13th 1917, a miracle involving the sun happened at Fatima, Portugal witnessed by over 70,000 people (believers and atheists alike).
The third secret that had been told to the children was supposed to have been revealed by the Pope to the world in 1960 but it wasn’t.
The vision associated with the Third Secret was released by the Vatican on June 26th 2000 but the text (Mary’s words to the 3 children) never was.
Coincidentally on October 13th 1917 as a miracle of the sun was happening in Fatima Portugal, Saint Maximilian Kolbe (a Polish priest who later died at Auschwitz on August 14th 1941 volunteering to die in place of a Jewish man with a family) was in Rome Italy.
He saw a Freemasonic parade in Rome in which the Freemasons were carrying banners showing images of Satan overcoming Saint Michael the Archangel in battle while they were busy shouting the slogans “Someday Satan will rule in the Vatican and the Pope will be his lackey”.
On November 9th 2018 (the 100th Anniversary of the German Kaiser Wilhelm II’s abdication 2 days prior to the signing of the Great Armistice ending World War I), Renfield found the text of the third secret of Fatima in the briefcase of a retired Austian Army colonel who apparently spied for the Russians.
On that same date, Renfield’s friend Dracul Van Helsing had located (in the very back pages of Google search on the topic) the entire message of the revelations said to have been given to a Japanese nun Sister Agnes Sasagawa by the Virgin Mary at Akita Japan back in 1973.
That message contained the statement, “And now my daughter I will reveal to you the message that my Son’s Vicar was supposed to have revealed to the world in 1960 but sadly he did not.”
What Mary told Sister Agnes and what Renfield found as the supposed text in the retired Austrian colonel’s briefcase were one and the same.
Among the lines in the identical text that both Renfield and Dracul had found on the same day were these words that Satan would “succeed in infiltrating to the very top of the Church.”
. . .
In early 1922, Lenin was having a conversation with Leon Trotsky.
“Well, Comrade,” Trotsky addressed Lenin, “remember you had asked the question at the Party Congress last year, were there any great empires in history that tried to practice anything similar to scientific socialism?”.
“I remember I had asked that question,” Lenin nodded.
“You received a reply,” Trotsky pulled a folder out of his briefcase.
“Really?” Lenin smiled, “Who from?”
“A French Jesuit priest actually,” Trotsky read from the folder, “Although one who is not an archaeologist, anthropologist or historian. But rather a paleontologist and geologist. By the name of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.”
“And what does Teilhard have to say?” Lenin leaned back in his chair.
“The Inca Empire,” Trotsky read from the folder, “which lasted from 1438 until 1533. The Empire contained Peru, southwest Ecuador, western and south central Bolivia, northwest Argentina, a large portion of what is today Chile and a small part of southwest Colombia. Its official language was Quecha. But the economy of the Inca Empire was socialist. Supply on command as opposed to supply and demand as it were. The Empire functioned largely without money and without markets. Instead exchange of goods and services was based on reciprocity between individuals and among individuals, groups and Inca rulers. The Inca rulers (who theoretically owned all the means of production) reciprocated by granting access to land and goods and providing food and drink in celebratory feasts for their subjects.”
“So the Inca rulers were sort of the Soviet Politburo of their day?” Lenin smiled.
“That is correct,” Trotsky nodded.
“I take it though while the Incas practised a form of scientific socialism, they probably had a religion as well?” Lenin raised his left eyebrow.
“They did,” Trotsky nodded, “one of the Inca deities that Teilhard mentions is Pachamama who was Mother Earth the second most important figure in the Inca pantheon after Inti the sun god of the Incas.”
“Well, we can do without Pachamama as we build our scientific socialist paradise,” Lenin laughed.
“It may be necessary for the triumph of our cause to adapt some form of religion to temporarily appease the masses as we build the scientific socialist state,” Trotsky pointed out, “perhaps if push comes to shove and the masses are not inclined to immediately embrace atheism as we bring forth the agenda of worldwide scientific socialism, it might be necessary to bring in a deity who we could incorporate into our cause. Why not Pachamama? Our own immediate subjects in Russia are no doubt still haunted by the Czarist idea of Holy Mother Russia. Pachamama could become an engrafted substitute. And in various religions throughout the world and throughout history, the Earth Mother goddess was a very important deity. Why not adopt Pachamama who was the Earth Mother goddess of an Empire that tried to practice a form of scientific socialism?”.
“And who could we ask to graft such a deity into Marxism?” Lenin inquired.
“Why not Teilhard himself?” Trotsky suggested, “For in his opening introductory letter, he writes that he wishes to bring about a synthesis of Marxism and Christianity and he has taken it upon himself to do just that.”
“Christianity, Marxism and Pachamama,” Lenin mused aloud, “Well, let’s see what this Teilhard fellow comes up with.”
How well Teilhard succeeded would not be known in the life and existence of the Soviet Union itself.
Although Teilhard’s writings were eventually to be placed alongside the writings of Marx and Lenin in Moscow’s Hall of Atheism.
. . .
Teilhard was not the only one to consider the figure of Pachamama as a deity capable of synthesis and syncretism.
Back in the late 1870s when founder of Theosophy Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky was admitted into the Grand Orient Lodge of France (the only Freemasonic lodge in the world to allow female initiates), she had written as her entry in the membership register, “The Celestial Virgin (who is the mother of both space and time) is also the mother of all Gods and all Devils at one and the same time. To the ancient Inca, she was called Pachamama.”
. . .
August 8th 1919
-A man is walking in the desert when the thing swooped down upon him. From afar it appeared to him quite small a pale fading shadow no bigger than the palm of a child’s hand. When suddenly with the speed of an arrow, it came straight at him. And then suddenly penetrated his soul. The man felt he was ceasing to be merely himself. An irresistible rapture took possession of him. And the anguish of some superhuman peril oppressed him. He felt what swooped down upon him was the combined essence of all evil and all goodness. And now in the depths of the very being who had invaded, something was murmuring, “You have called me here. Here I am.”
Said the thing, “You have need of me in order to grow. And I was waiting for you in order to be made holy. I have been drawing you to me and now I’ve been established in you for life or for death. And now you must either damn yourself with me. Or save myself with you. ”
The man replies, “What is your name? Speak, you who are divine and mighty.”
The thing replies, “With my violence, I sometimes slay my lovers. And those who touch me never know what power they are unleashing. Wise men fear me and curse me. I am the essence of all that is tangible.
You have grasped what the world has even more than individuals who wish their soul to be redeemed. Lay yourself open to my inspiration. And receive what the spirit of the earth has in order to be saved. Your salvation and mine hang upon this first moment.”
Now this wave of bliss in which he was engulfed had been changed. And in ruthless determination, he began to battle the dark power. And then the frenzied battle gave placement however to an irresistible longing to submit. And he felt that henceforth nothing in the world would be able to alienate him from the greater reality that he was now feeling. Nothing at all. And he surrendered himself.
-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin writing in his diary about an experience he had in the Egyptian desert writing about himself in the third person as he was prone to do.
About the day he made contact with the Spirit of the Earth.
Or as they say in Latin, Spiritus Mundi.
About the same time as Teilhard had this experience in the Egyptian desert, a poet in Ireland was having a vision of his own.
A vision that would inspire him to write a poem called The Second Coming.
A poem containing these words,
“… a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
troubles my sight:
somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs,
while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards
Bethlehem to be born?
-William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming
. . .
On April 22nd 1970 was the world’s first Earth Day.
Coincidentally that date was also the 100th Birthday of Soviet leader Vladimir Lenin (who was born on April 22nd 1870).
39 years later on April 22nd 2009, the United Nations General Assembly adopted a resolution declaring April 22nd as International Mother Earth Day.
Following the resolution it was noted that the earth mother goddess was a common deity in many of the world’s religions.
Followers of Hinduism noted that in their religion, Mother Earth was symbolized by the goddess Sita.
And it was also noted by practitioners of other faiths that they had a representative earth mother goddess.
Curiously some UN officials and NGOs who were Marxist in their political beliefs and yet labelled themselves as Teilhardian in their spiritual beliefs had for the occasion culturally appropriated the Inca Earth Mother Goddess Pachamama as one of their own.
Said one Teilhardian Marxist after the vote, “Pachamama is the Andean Mother Earth. She provides harvests of potatoes and coca leaves. Today’s environmental problems stem from a lack of respect for Pachamama. We take too much from her and pollute her, endangering the life of the planet as a whole.”
The Teilhardian Marxist neglected to mention that Inca priests sacrificed llamas and guinea pigs to Pachamama and in times of severe crisis, they even sacrificed human children.
He also didn’t mention the fact that Pachamama was a shape shifter.
When she lived in the fires under the earth, she was a fierce red dragon.
But when she was on the earth’s surface, she appeared as a woman.
. . .
Friday October 4th 2019.
The first Friday of the month of October.
And among modern New Age adherents and disciples of Pachamama the Inca Earth Mother Goddess, the first Friday of every month is considered sacred to Pachamama.
Special ceremonies and special oblations are given to Pachamama on that day.
October 4th also happens to be the Feast Day of Saint Francis of Assisi.
Saint Francis as he lay dying had told his fellow monks the prophecy that someday in the future a man would ascend to the papal throne and would take for his papal name his (Francis’) name.
Saint Francis told his disciples to beware of this man when he comes.
For he said that this pope would attempt to lead the Catholic faithful into following strange and sinister gods.
On Friday October 4th 2019, small wooden statues of Pachamama were brought into the Vatican Gardens to mark the opening of the Amazon Synod.
A female shaman from the Amazon led the ceremonies and rituals.
A group of people formed a circle and danced and then bowed down and prostrated themselves before Pachamama.
Among those bowing down and prostrating themselves before the Pachamama idols was a Franciscan monk.
Looking on and viewing the ceremony was a Pope called Francis.
The female shaman from the Amazon later presented a black ring and a wooden statue of Pachamama to Pope Francis as a gift.
The Pope smiled and easily accepted.
The Pope would later bring the statues of Pachamama into Saint Peter’s Basilica for the opening Mass marking the start of the Amazonian Synod.
The statues would be placed right in front of the high altar of Saint Peter’s Basilica.
They would then be kept for the rest of the synod in front of the altar in a chapel inside the Church of Santa Maria del Traspontina.
Until a disgruntled Catholic layman entered the Church of Santa Maria del Traspontina on Monday October 21st 2019 and dispatched the statues into the nearby Tiber River.
. . .
At a Vatican Christmas concert on December 14th 2019 in the Pope Paul VI Hall, another Amazon female shaman would lead a group of Catholic bishops and priests in what was called the Pachamama Prayer.
She instructed the priests and bishops to lay crossed hands across their chests in Freemasonic fashion and feel their hearts as their hearts slowly became one in tune with the heartbeat of Mother Earth.
. . .
Amadeus Emanon (in Australia) and Renfield R. Renfield (in London, England) were holding a video conversation via Skype.
They were discussing Pachamama.
“Didn’t they make an animated cartoon film about Pachamama a few years back?” Amadeus asked.
“They did,” Renfield nodded, “Of course Pachamama also made an appearance in the opening scene of one of the great blockbuster movies of the 1980s.”
“She did?” Amadeus looked quizzical.
“She did,” Renfield smiled, “remember that small golden idol that Indiana Jones was attempting to steal in the opening scene of Raiders of The Lost Ark? He put a bag of sand down on the pedestal with one hand and then quickly grabbed the gold idol statue with his other hand in order not to let the traps inside the cave know that he was stealing the statue? Of course it failed and soon a rolling huge stone wheel came tumbling around in the cave. That gold idol figure with the sinister grin was Pachamama.”
“That was Pachamama?” Amadeus was shocked.
“That was Pachamama,” Renfield nodded, “So with Pope Francis bringing Pachamama into the inner sanctuary of the Vatican, expect huge rolling stone wheels to be tumbling around sometime in the near future.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday January 12th
to
Monday January 20th
2020.
The Inca vampiress Huchuysisa took a photo of the flaming disembodied head of Jesuit priest Pierre Teilhard de Chardin setting fire to the trees of the Amazon rainforest
Pan Goatee Strikes Again Against Fat Ugly Blimps
Pan Goatee Strikes Again Against Fat Ugly Blimps
As Pan Goatee was walking past his favourite Dollar store where you could buy pop for a dollar, some fat ugly blimp started waddling towards the Dollar store.
Pan Goatee immediately beheaded the fat ugly blimp.
“You stupid fucking ugly thing,” Goatee exclaimed, “This New Year had been off to a great start because you fat ugly blimps were doing the world a favour and keeping off the street. Now you’ve ruined everything.”
Goatee then cut the fat ugly blimp into 999 trillion pieces with his astral laser machete.
Hounds of Hell wearing dark glasses and barf bags then gathered up the pieces and carried them off to Tartarus.
Goatee had then ventured downtown to buy himself a bus pass for next month.
He noticed a fat ugly blimp standing next to the door of the transit centre.
“You fat ugly creature,” Goatee then beheaded the woman and likewise cut her up into 999 trillion pieces.
Hounds of Hell wearing dark glasses and barf bags followed.
He was so offended that he went to buy his bus pass at another transit centre.
When he got there another fat ugly blimp was there.
He likewise beheaded her.
Slice into 999 trillion pieces.
More Hell Hounds wearing dark glasses and barf bags removing the pieces.
Pissed off, he finally went down to Calgary Mayor Naheed Nenshi’s office (beheading security at the front door) and bought a bus pass in person from him.
He then demanded that the Mayor do something about the vast number of ugly women living in the City.
The Mayor (whom Goatee was holding by the testicles) promised to look into it right away.
After Goatee left, the Mayor did what every other politician does when he promises to take action.
He appointed a task force to look into the problem.
Dark glasses and barf bags were bought for the city councillors and high-ranking city hall civil servants who would be examining the issue.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday January 22nd
2020.
House Wi-Fi On Blink
Well the community house I rent a room in their wi-fi went on the blink.
A tech is not able to get in until Friday.
I got a library card and am currently using a public library computer.
Strange the wi-fi went on the blink minutes after I had posted a comment to my friend George F. about Jeffrey Epstein and Mossad in my post Leya.
Then the wi-fi went down and hasn’t been on since.
I used a room mate’s phone to call the cable company (I don’t have a phone of my own) and spoke to a tech by phone.
He apparently after several attempts said he had never seen anything like it.
So perhaps it is Mossad.
Anyways a tech has to drop by in person to try to fix it.
So probably won’t be posting anything new until the house wi-fi is fixed.
Just thought I’d let you all know.
And if I don’t return and you google the Calgary papers to see if anything happened to me and you hear about me dying under mysterious circumstances, it wasn’t a suicide.
Bye for now.
Hopefully it’s just au revoir.
And hopefully it’s just au revoir.
Leya
Leya
Back on July 7th 2013, Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley (then a British Labour MP at the time) had made out with the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith in a maternity ward in the West Bank town of Bethlehem.
9 months later, Lilith gave birth to a baby girl.
The girl she handed over to Dr. Nicht Werhoffen a scientist for the Russian FSB (who had previously worked for the East German Stasi prior to the fall of the Berlin Wall).
Dr. Werhoffen put the baby in a test tube and had accelerated her growth so she reached adulthood within the space of 6 months.
He then sent her to spy on the Israeli Mossad so that Russia could see what the Israelis were up to.
Leya was put in to serve as a stenographer to Jeffrey Epstein who ran a notorious child sex trafficking ring in the U.S. designed to blackmail American politicians of all political stripes to serve Israel’s interests.
Epstein being the horny predatory bastard that he was tried to make his own moves on Leya but she had the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (from a DNA gene she inherited from her father the Welsh werewolf Magog Rhys Petley) and bit the Mossad operative where it hurt the most.
When Epstein was arrested on July 6th of last year on federal charges for the sex trafficking of minors in Florida and New York, Leya found herself out of a job as a stenographer.
She left both the Mossad and the FSB and went to the United Kingdom where she knew her father had lived.
Her mother Lilith had wanted nothing to do with her.
So now she decided to track down her father.
All she knew of him was that he had once been a British Member of Parliament.
She ended up bathing in the waters off the coast of Cornwall during the last wolf moon back on January 10th of this year.
She had been told by a London gypsy seer and medium Dulcinea Lucia that her father generally bathed in the waters off the coast of Cornwall on the night of the Wolf Moon but there was no sign of him.
Dulcinea Lucia was not mistaken.
Magog Rhys Petley usually did do that.
But not this year.
As he had to move his private eye office (which he partnered with former British Conservative MP Agathor Christie) to a cheaper location in London at the time of the Wolf Moon.
The song Leya sang to herself that lonely night of the Wolf Moon in the cold Cornish coastal waters:
Where are you, Dad?
I thought you’d be here
On this cold and lonely night
I wanted to hold you tight
Tell me who I am, where I’m from
On this night of crystal frost
I look into the sky, seeming lost
I see your face in the moon
Wish I could feel your presence soon
And now I turn, I turn into you
I cry, I cry out loud
On this night of mist and cloud
Where, oh where? You’re not there
These tears of salt, an ocean to spare
This loneliness, it drives to despair
It’s been said, this too shall pass
This emptiness, it will not last
I will now head to the shore
Devoid of the hope I held before,
The moon it shines sending its beams
But on this night, it casts shadows on my dreams.
-A vampire novel chapter
and poem
written by Christopher
Saturday January 18th
2020.
Resurrecting Huchuysisa
Resurrecting Huchuysisa
Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher had been overseeing a team of sound engineers and technicians who were trying to pick up the audio of the New Year’s video in which Pope Francis slapped the hand of an Asian woman who grabbed him after he had walked away after she had made the Sign of the Cross (which had very much offended Pope Francis’ invisible demonic spirit advisors).
He had done so at the request of British MP Renfield R. Renfield.
Renfield read the transcript of the audio to the Set Estate mansion’s butler and valet Athelstan.
Renfield (reading the woman’s words) :
Why destroy their faith? Why destroy the Chinese? Look out for the Chinese’s feelings. Talk to me.”
“And to what is she referring?” Athelstan asked.
“The Vatican-Beijing Agreement on the Church in China which was signed back in September 2018,” Renfield explained, “by which the Vatican sold out the underground Catholic Church in China. Placing them under the control of the Chinese Patriotic Catholic (so-called) Association which regards Xi Jinping as being a higher deity than Jesus Christ. Sort of a Chinese Communist equivalent of the way a certain type of American Evangelical Christian regards Donald Trump.”
“I must confess I’ve never heard of that agreement,” said the nominally Anglican Church of England Athelstan.
“It was negotiated by the Communist predatory homosexual former bishop and cardinal Theodore McCarrick whom Pope Francis was finally forced to laicize back on February 13th 2019,” Renfield noted, “when news of his numerous crimes and misdemeanours involving the rapes of altar boys and young seminarians became far too overwhelming and the evidence far too substantial for Francis to sweep under the men’s health spa hot tub much longer.”
“Where is McCarrick now?” Athelstan inquired.
“Well, he was living in a Franciscan monastery in Kansas where he was supposed to be performing acts of penance and contrition for his crimes,” Renfield sipped from his bottle of bourbon, “but since the start of the New Year he has since moved to a luxury condo in Jacksonville Florida. No doubt he now spends his days on sandy Florida beaches ogling young boys and young male lifeguards and enjoying the hot Florida sun before he finally kicks the bucket and enjoys the extremely hot flames of Tartarus- a place where the cool air conditioning is nil.”
. . .
The Donald Trump defence team for his trial in the Senate were holding an introductory meeting.
Among the Donald’s legal team was Ken Starr who was Special Prosecutor during President Bill Clinton’s impeachment, Pam Bondi who was a former Florida Attorney-General and Alan Dershowitz a retired Harvard University law professor and trial lawyer whose clients included Mike Tyson, O. J. Simpson and notorious rapist of young girls sex offender Jeffrey Epstein.
As they sat in the room, a ghost suddenly walked through the portrait painting of U.S. Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes that was hanging on the wall.
The ghost put a spectral briefcase down on the table and opened it and pulled out several spectral papers.
“Gentlemen and lady,” the ghost looked at them, “I’m Clarence Darrow.”
Dershowitz dropped his lox and cream cheese bagel all over his trousers.
. . .
Having located where the Inca vampiress Huchuysisa’s ashes were buried in the Peruvian countryside, Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing poured Dr. Cadbury Rocher’s Phoenix Rising Vampiress Resurrection Elixir all over them.
And the Inca vampiress Huchuysisa rose in front of them.
The ghost of Orson Welles remarked, “My God, I wish I was mortal again.”
He looked over at Dracul and exclaimed, “Van Helsing, is that an extra super large harmonica in your pocket?!”
“No, it isn’t,” Van Helsing answered, “I have never bought any of the notorious Australian Uncle Ernie’s merchandise.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday January 17th
2020.
Finding Huchuysisa
Finding Huchuysisa
An American radio station in Helena, Montana had taken to phoning British MP Renfield R. Renfield to get his take on the American political situation as the station’s news director had determined that most American politicians whether Republican or Democrat had totally lost their minds and had no idea what was truly happening in the insane asylum that was American politics these days.
“Mr. Renfield,” the station’s news director asked, “I’d like to get your take on Kyle Jurek the Bernie Sanders campaign staffer in Iowa who is calling for a Gulag Archipelago to be established in America if Bernie Sanders is elected President. He said that “Josef Stalin had it right” and “gulags weren’t such bad places” and they were just “re-education camps”.
“Well,” Renfield answered, “Jurek is a member of that anarcho-Marxist gang of thugs and hooligans who call themselves Antifa and seem to think that they are above the law. A characteristic and a trait that Antifa members seem to share with Donald Trump interestingly enough. Jurek himself was recently arrested in Iowa on both DUI and drug possession charges. Hopefully Sanders himself doesn’t share the same glowing 5 stars rating that the said bozo Mr. Jurek gave Stalin’s Gulag Archipelago. Perhaps Mr. Jurek should read the great Russian writer Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s series of books on the Gulag Archipelago. But I doubt someone like Jurek would ever be able to figure out how to spell Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s name correctly to be able to look for it in a Google or Amazon search engine.”
. . .
The Norse trickster god Loki was once again having breakfast in a lovely restaurant in Alexandria Egypt with Hades the Greek god of the Underworld.
“I’ve decided to consent to your recent suggestion,” Hades informed Loki, “and have the ghost of America’s greatest criminal trial defence lawyer Clarence Darrow be granted dispensational leave from the Underworld and defend Donald Trump at his Senate trial. One condition however, Darrow’s ghost must remain invisible and only serve as an unseen spirit advisor to the official White House defence team. If Darrow’s ghost was to be seen during the trial many Democrats who are atheist and don’t believe in an afterlife might be forced to re-evaluate their world view. As you know there are certain spiritual entities out there that don’t want that to happen. You understand?”.
Loki nodded.
The trickster god bit into his scallops and crabs casserole.
“What made you decide to go along with my idea?” Loki sipped his iced tea.
“Well,” Hades sampled his meat based salad (a carnivore chef’s answer to plant based hamburgers), “Darrow during his lifetime always believed that psychological, physical and environmental influences- not a conscious choice between right and wrong- control human behaviour. I’d like to see what insight he’ll have in this opinion once he’s finished defending a narcissistic megalomaniac like Trump.”
“And it’s exactly for that reason I wanted Darrow to be released to defend Trump,” Loki dove into his fresh cream and strawberries, “I too want to know what Darrow thinks on that question after having defended Trump.”
“I didn’t know there were times when you could be so philosophical, Loki,” Hades watched his order of Baked Alaska cake being set on fire.
“It dates back to a discussion I once had on a January evening back in 1880 with Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky while drinking tea from a samovar,” Loki explained.
. . .
Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing sat with the ghost of Orson Welles in a cocktail lounge of a Cuban hotel.
Van Helsing had recently heard from his friend Peter Whitstable about the tragic death from immolation of the Inca vampiress Huchuysisa.
The vampire hunter also knew that Set Enterprises’ chief scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher could bring a vampiress or vampire back from the dead after immolation if he could get ahold of the now dead Undead person’s ashes.
Van Helsing had heard that the Cuban vampiress Dolly Castro knew where the demons Baal and Baphomet had hid Huchuysisa’s ashes in Peru.
So now Van Helsing and Welles’ ghost were to meet with Dolly Castro to find out where the Inca vampiress’ ashes were buried.
“I hear,” Welles’ ghost was smoking a good spectral Cuban cigar, “that Dolly Castro was recently deported from the U.S. for being an illegal Latina immigrant.”
“Yes,” Van Helsing nodded, “although the real reason is that it is said that somehow she was responsible for the death of Donald Trump’s harmonica playing Amazon piranha whom Trump was hoping to take on America’s Got Talent to see if Simon Cowell would give him the Golden Button.”
In a corner of the Havana cocktail lounge, the Cuban vampiress Dolly Castro listened to the conversation between vampire hunter and wine imbibing film director’s ghost.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday January 16th
2020.
The Sad Death of Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa
The Sad Death of Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa
Inca vampiress Huchuysisa
The entire Russian government resigned today after Russian President Vladimir Putin announced sweeping new constitutional changes.
No one was quite sure what these new constitutional changes would mean.
Members of the British tabloid press decided to ask British MP Renfield R. Renfield about it (even though those same reporters of the tabloid press had been recently given quite literally a black eye from the MP for their treatment of Meghan the Duchess of Sussex).
Renfield answering their questions said, “Putin is trying to find a new means for keeping himself in power for ever. He’s been contacting Dr. Cadbury Rocher at Set Enterprises to see if Dr. Rocher can find a way of uploading Putin’s consciousness into the body of a young, handsome and virile Siberian male fashion model who apparently accidentally discovered the Fountain of Youth while vacationing in Florida, drank from there and then forgot about its location when the GPS app on his phone was hacked by a North Korean pizza delivery service. Coincidentally Dr. Rocher has also been getting inquiries from a jailbird in Australia nicknamed Uncle Ernie who also wants his consciousness uploaded into the same body of the same young, handsome and virile male Siberian fashion model.”
. . .
“Lexington!” Donald Trump bellowed for his British butler and valet from his bed in the Presidential bedroom.
“You screamed, sire?” Lexington inquired as he opened the bedroom drawer.
Lexington was forced to start calling Trump “sire” as well as “your Imperial Majesty” as the Donald intended to crown himself Neo-Roman Emperor of America at some point in the near future.
“The ghost of Gen. Qasem Soleimani was at the foot of my bed,” Trump’s toupee had turned ghostly white, “He pointed a finger at me and spoke these words ‘Soon. Soon. Soon.’ What did he mean by that?”.
“Maybe he means vengeance for his death is coming soon, your Imperial Majesty,” Lexington answered.
“Well, those words are hardly going to help me get back to sleep,” Trump bawled.
“All right,” Lexington consoled, “Maybe Soleimani had to take a number from the ticket machine in Paradise and what he means by ‘Soon’ is that soon he’ll be experiencing the first of the 72 dark-eyed houri (virgin damsels) that are promised him.”
“Soleimani gets 72 dark eyed virgins?” Trump was shocked.
Outside in the hallway, the White House janitor was singing the old 1980s Rod Stewart song, “Some guys have all the luck…”
. . .
Peter Whitstable the Fox Mulder of Interpol had been called in by the government of Peru to investigate the mysterious death of the young Inca vampiress Huchuysisa.
She had apparently been captured and burnt to death and videos of her fiery death had been posted to YouTube.
Whitstable traced the account as belonging to the demons Baal and Baphomet.
After talking with a professor of vampirology and demonology at Oxford University, Whitstable discovered the vampiress’ murder was probably linked to a desire to allow a demon’s client (who had sold their soul to the demon for a certain number of years) to be extended beyond the date of the soul contract’s expiration.
Occasionally a demon may find a client so suitable to fulfilling their own personal demonic agenda that they would like the client to live a while longer and not have their soul sent to Tartarus on a particular date like the original Hell drawn up contract stipulates.
The only out for a contract to be renewed, was for the demon or demons (if there was more than one) to whom the mortal sold their soul, was for the demons to find a young vampiress (who had been a vampiress less than a year) and burn her body to ashes.
Then the contract could be renewed for another set period of time and the soul could continue to live on Earth a bit longer.
Huchuysisa a promising young Inca fashion model had been diagnosed with terminal cancer last year.
The Cuban vampiress Dolly Castro had turned Huchuysisa into a vampiress at the young fashion model’s request.
And now the young vampiress’ nocturnal fashion career had come to an end with her fiery death at the claws of the demons Baal and Baphomet.
After some checking around, Whitstable had discovered that the Inca vampiress had been killed 7 days before U.S. Supreme Court Associate Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg had announced that she was now cancer free.
This all started to make sense now.
Ginsburg had been promoting a Baal and Baphomet approved judicial agenda ever since Bill Clinton had named her to the U.S. Supreme Court back in 1993.
No doubt the demons wanted to see Ginsburg on the Supreme Court promoting their agenda for a lot longer.
She had to die so that Ruth Bader Ginsburg might live:
The Inca Vampiress Huchuysisa
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday January 15th
2020.
Lady MacBeth and The Death of Soleimani
Lady MacBeth and The Death of Soleimani
Lady MacBeth’s ghost served as a spirit advisor to Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman.
Her advice had started out very bloody indeed and the Crown Prince had to rinse very hard to get the blood of Saudi journalist Jamal Khashoggi off his hands in the eyes of the world.
In fact to a certain extent, he still had not done so.
However he did manage to get blood off his hands in the eyes of Donald Trump.
And that was the important thing.
Lady MacBeth advised the prince MbS (as he was called) to let the blood be on someone else’s hands in planning future killings.
Several months ago as MbS mused aloud in a paraphrase of England’s King Henry II murmuring about Thomas a Beckett, “Who will rid me of this troublesome general?” referring to Iran’s Gen. Qasem Soleimani, Lady MacBeth suggested, “Get Trump to do it.”
After whispering in the ear of Nancy Pelosi to go ahead with impeachment hearings against Donald Trump, Lady MacBeth’s ghost returned to Saudi Arabia from Washington DC and informed the Crown Prince, “The stage is set. The trap to be sprung. Trump’s ego will ensure the job to be done.”
When Trump was impeached, Lady MacBeth returned to Washington to whisper in Pelosi’s ear to hold up the Articles of Impeachment and not deliver them to the Senate right away.
Said Lady MacBeth,
“He whose toupee from red spider monkey fur has bleached golden in the sun,
Thinks a quick acquittal by the Senate will be so much fun.
But let not golden showers be the only thing to rain on his toupee,
I say rain on his parade should be your Democrats’ way.”
Pelosi took Lady MacBeth’s advice and held up the articles of impeachment.
Trump fumed in the darkness of the night,
As bald head replaced toupee in the absence of light,
“When Oh God,” he addressed his image in the mirror, “shall this trial come to an end?
Isn’t it time once again for lesser wills to bend?”
Lady MacBeth put hand gently on yonder narcissist’s groin and whispered,
“Nay, soft, Roy Cohn’s once golden boy,
Among Netanyahu’s Messianic backers,
Thou art their most favoured goy,
Take out this Qasem Soleimani who gives poor Bibi such pain
And causes Saudi oil profits to go down the drain.
Bibi and MbS alike will think you a man with golden spike
rather than a circus clown turned tethered dyke
And your approval ratings will soar
while Pelosi’s articles be in tatters on Senate floor.”
And so Trump gave the order for Soleimani to be taken out by drone.
And then had Big Macs delivered to him via his app on the phone.
“The blood is now on Trump’s hands,”
Lady MacBeth watched the cheers coming from football championship stands,
As Melania quickly withdrew from the grasp of the Donald’s hands.
Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman smiled,
“How easy it is to wag the tail of this American dog
A would be Caesar with the brains of a bump on a log.”
-A poem, Shakespearian drama
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday January 14th
2020.
Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of
Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of
Walking through the large prairie museum
There was an authentic old steam train
He went and climbed aboard
And sat in one of the carriages
Imagining he was travelling somewhere
Imagine his shock when the engine smoked,
The bell rang
And the conductor cried “All aboard”
And the train started moving
Not out of the museum
On to the surrounding prairie
Instead the train travelled through the Swiss Alps
The man walked through the train
And standing on the platform on one of the carriages
was a beautiful dark haired woman
Wearing a warrior’s breasted arm plate
And a pleated black skirt
And playing a cello
The woman jumped off the train
And the man was pushed
And the man found himself in a dark wintry forest with falling snow
And there was the same woman wearing a long flowing white dress
And blowing snow flowed through her long waving hair
And she was still playing the cello
Soon the man found himself in an Italian Renaissance palace drawing room
And on a lounge chair
(The same sort of chair on which Napoleon Bonaparte’s sister Pauline Borghese in the sculpture Venus Victrix by Antonio Canova had posed nude)
sat the same long haired woman
Now wearing a long elegant flowing red evening dress gown
And still playing the cello
Behind her was a statue of the Greek goddess Aphrodite appearing to the right of the lounge chair
And appearing to the left
was a dresser table
On which stood a statue of Saint Michael the Archangel triumphing over the Devil
And to the right of that statue
also on the dresser was a human skull
The man soon found himself on a sunny sandy beach
And the same woman approached him
Now she was wearing a beautiful elegant yellow dress on which on the front was emblazoned a beautiful gorgeous looking fiery red Phoenix
The woman did not have her cello with her
She approached the man
And then the Phoenix came alive
And flew up from the front of her dress
And flew into the sky
And thence into the distant horizon
Then the cello appeared in her hands
And she once again began playing
Now the man found himself under water
In a underwater palace
And there was the woman
in a white dress swimming
But she had no cello with her
Then the man found himself in the arm chair of the fireplace room
In the house in which he lived
Shakespeare had once said, We are such stuff as dreams are made of
Recalling that, the man mused that at least he was made of unique and unusual stuff.
-A poem and short story
written by Christopher
Monday January 13th
2020.
Reblog of Sadako Shado Tamashi
Here’s a re-blog of a short story I wrote about a year and a half ago.
Sadako Shado Tamashi
The archivist at the British Museum was looking through a bunch of early 20th Century Japanese photographs.
He came across a photo of a very beautiful young Japanese woman wearing a long white dress.
He stopped to look at her.
In fact, he looked at her for quite a while.
To his amazement, a heart ❤️ suddenly appeared in the photograph.
The word Yokubo appeared in the heart.
What the Hell? Archivist Moreau thought to himself.
What does Yokubo mean?
Moreau turned to the next photograph which was of a Japanese print of a Japanese Christ being crucified on the Cross.
That’s interesting, Moreau thought to himself, not too many of those pictures in Japan.
The next photo was of the same beautiful woman he had looked at a few photos earlier.
But now her long black hair was covering her entire face.
And blood (the colour…
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