Belvedere Discovers His Enchantress
Belvedere the reporter for the Times of London had not always been the ghost of a Ghost White Salamander.
He was originally human but had been turned into a ghost white salamander back in August 1885 when he did not pay a working girl for services rendered in a room above a Wild West saloon.
The brothel girl cast a spell that turned him into a ghost white salamander.
He turned into the ghost of a ghost white salamander when an ox cart heading west ran over him as he crawled in a westernly direction.
Belvedere had heard through his sources that Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster had managed to take a coloured photograph with his lobster antennae of an assassination attempt made on Josef Stalin in his personal steam locomotive train back on June 22nd 1931.
Belvedere wondered if Michelangelo’s lobster antennae could photographically go back in time to August 15th 1885 the day that he was changed into a ghost white salamander.
And spot who was the enchantress who did this to him?
For Belvedere had forgotten what she looked like after he got run over by an ox cart.
Not of course that the Enchantress was probably still alive to turn him back.
But he’d like to know who she was.
Belvedere went down to the Set Enterprises lab and put in the request to Michelangelo.
Michelangelo’s lobster antennae started flashing red and blue lights as the photo started coming in.
Dr. Cadbury Rocher checked the screen of the computer hooked up to Michelangelo’s antennae as the photo appeared.
“That’s her,” said Belvedere, “that was the newly employed brothel girl at The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon who turned me into a ghost white salamander when I didn’t pay her for sleeping with me.”
“What,” cried the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set as he entered the room, “that’s Serena my fiancee. You mean to say she time traveled back to the day August 15th 1885 and slept with you?”.
Belvedere decided it might not be a good idea to stay in the same room as an angry vampire so he vanished.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 24th
2017.
Amorous Laetitia’s Motorcycle Ride
The Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis had been taking newly elected British MP Renfield R. Renfield on a motorcycle tour of the French countryside.
Renfield was bound to be successful in politics.
He had only been in office a week and already he was ignoring his constituents’ concerns and going off on an extravagant foreign trip.
This seemed to be the only issue on which politicians of the political left, politicians of the political right and politicians of the political center appeared to share mutual agreement.
Since Isis was a vampiress, they rode by night and slept by day.
Renfield and Isis were currently sleeping in a rustic rural French inn with their motorcycle parked outside.
The inn taverne door slammed and a rather large black cat stumbled outside.
The black cat was Amorous Laetitia who was the personal black cat and familiar to Hecate the Greek goddess of witchcraft.
Her mistress had recently been beheaded by genetically created satyr serial killer Pan Goatee and then her head was eaten by the Norse wolf Fenrir.
As such, Laetitia to drown her sorrows had turned to her favourite liquid substance in a saucer- which was Bailey’s Irish Cream and not milk.
Laetitia had spent the evening drinking Bailey’s Irish Cream inside the taverna and when she exited very late in the morning, she spotted Isis’ motorcycle.
She hiccoughed and thought to herself that one thing about being a familiar to the goddess Hecate is you quickly learn how to hotwire a motorcycle.
She did so and sped down the open road.
Black Cat On A Chopper: A Poem
It’s really something to see- a black cat on a chopper
as tall tales go, you think I’m telling a whopper
but Amorous Laetitia rode down the road- not very straight
because the taverne waiter in refilling her Bailey’s was never late
Now it’s really not a very nice thing to drink and drive
as the bees thought when she crashed through their hive
now motorcycle gendarme Nicole Bardot was riding her police cycle
when she saw Laetitia speed past the statue of Saint Michael
She got on her cycle and rode
as Laetitia hit a toad
who was Asmodeus in disguise
the cat blinked her bleary red eyes
And soon the cat was in the village drunk tank
and Nicole Bardot found herself promoted in rank.
-A vampire novel chapter and poem
written by Christopher
Friday June 23rd 2017.
French motorcycle gendarme Nicole Bardot: Busted the black cat Amorous Laetitia for drinking Bailey’s Irish Cream and then stealing and driving a chopper motorcyle.
The Steampunk Girl Time Traveler
Dr. Cadbury Rocher had called his boss the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set down to the Set Enterprises lab to show him something.
“This is a photographic image that Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster picked up from the date June 22nd 1931,” Dr. Cadbury Rocher showed Set the photo.
“My god the Great Sun God Ra,” Set whispered, “it’s Serena.”
Serena was the name of Set’s fiancee who had been assassinated by a Soviet assassin Leonid Terovsky back in the autumn of 1924.
Her body was currently lying in a special lab at Set Enterprises.
Prior to that, she had been kept in a glass coffin (at low temperatures to preserve her body) at Set’s colossal West London mansion.
She had been moved to Set Enterprises Laboratories in the year 2000 when Set had hired the scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher.
Dr. Cadbury Rocher was the great-grandson of French scientist Dr. Louis Rocher (who had come close to discovering the secret of immortality prior to his being shot down by the Red Baron in April of 1918) and Sherrielock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes’ lesser known twin sister who had attained immortality for herself by eating a specially prepared Lingzhi supernatural mushroom cooked for her by her husband Dr. Louis Rocher).
Set hoped that Dr. Rocher would find a way of bringing his beloved fiancee Serena back from the dead.
“That’s Serena all right,” Set recognized the Steampunk style skirted outfits that she loved to wear.
Steampunk is a genre of science-fiction where the science and inventions of the Victorian and Edwardian era carried on in an alternate universe and machinery was analog and not digital and based on steam power and not petroleum and where airships and dirigibles and monoplanes and biplanes and triplanes ruled the skies and not jets.
Steampunk genre had influenced movies like Wild Wild West, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Van Helsing and the 2009 Sherlock Holmes.
“What is she doing in that photo?” Set asked.
“Notice the Soviet Red Star on the train and she appears to be holding a detonator in her hands,” said Dr. Rocher, “there was an attempt to blow up a train Josef Stalin was riding in back on June 22nd 1931.”
“Serena has become a time traveler,” Set gasped, “and she’s tried to kill Josef Stalin the man who had arranged for the circumstances of her own death.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday June 22nd
2017.
Have You Seen Jessica Urbano? A Poem
Josef Stalin was alleged to have said, The death of one is a tragedy, the death of millions is a statistic
Words uttered by someone who ought to know
So the Grenfell Tower fire we are told was a major fire
at a 24-storey 220 foot (70 metre) high tower of public housing flats
in North Kensington, west London which started on 14th June 2017
resulting in a high number of casualties and severe damage to the building
Such do the gods at Wikipedia tell us
As of this date 5 fatalities have been identified
and a further 74 people are presumed missing
bringing the presumed number of fatalities to 79
the deadliest fire in mainland Britain in over 100 years-
statistics, statistics, statistics,
so let me ask you this?
Have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Jessica Urbano was a schoolgirl on the 20th floor of the Tower
when she was separated from her family.
She last spoke to her mom when she borrowed a phone and said
that she was on the stairs with other people.
She was never seen again
although some people thought they had seen her being put into the back of an ambulance
all unconfirmed.
So I ask you,
Have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Studio E. Architects who oversaw the 8,7 million British pound refurbishment of Grenfell Tower, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Rydon Ltd. of Forest Row, East Sussex who undertook the refurbishment, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Artelia who administered the contracts, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Max Fordham- specialist mechanical and electrical consultants, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
All those who were responsible for putting in the new aluminum composite rainscreen cladding to improve the appearance of the building on the outside (now believed to have been responsible for rapidly spreading the fire from floor to floor), have you seen Jessica Urbano?
All those who neglected to put in smoke detectors and sprinkler systems into the building, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
All those rich people in the borough of Kensington and Chelsea who complained about the outside appearance of Grenfell Tower as an eyesore (leading to the 8.7 million British pound refurbishment on the outside), have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Or are your eyes still sore?
British Prime Minister Theresa May, when you visited Grenfell Tower on June 16th but were in too much of a rush to actually stop and speak to the residents who lived there, have you seen Jessica Urbano?
Did you ever stop to look if Jessica Urbano was there when your limo sped away?
Jessica Urbano represents the face of the faceless in every tragedy
Jessica Urbano is the voice of the voiceless in every tragedy
In tragedy, we tend to remember the names of the perpetrators
but never the names of any of the victims
because usually the perpetrators are few
and the victims are many
The victims are… statistics.
So the next time you hear the Grenfell Tower story on the news,
will you see Jessica Urbano?
(If only in your mind’s eye?)
The next time you encounter tragedy on TV, in newspapers or on the Net?
Will you think of Jessica Urbano?
And all those like her… single, unique, who want to be able to live the rest of their lives…people like you and me… people struck by tragedy… and are then forgotten…
because they are one of many.
So the next time tragedy strikes, please see Jessica Urbano
And if you’re doing a job where ultimately people’s lives are at stake,
please see Jessica Urbano.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday June 21st
2017.
The Summer of Hate
I was thinking earlier today about that historical phenomenon in U.S. history called the Summer of Love- which happened 50 years ago this summer back in 1967 when a whole bunch of flower children and hippies flocked en masse to San Francisco and everyone was convinced that a new golden age they called the Age of Aquarius was just around the corner.
I was then thinking how this Summer of 2017 might turn into the Summer of Hate given all the recent incidents this year of people attacking, maiming and killing other people because they didn’t belong to the same religion, race or political belief system as the attacker.
Then I get on Facebook and remember that today June 21st is the start of summer.
And then I ask myself, is the Summer of Hate just getting started?
Serena Slain
It was the autumn of 1924.
And the wealthy Egyptian vampire Set was showing his fiancee Serena the house he had bought them.
Soviet secret police assassin Leonid Terovsky watched the couple.
He then stepped forward into the moonlight, pulled out a revolver and fired six shots into Set.
Who didn’t die.
Since he was a vampire.
Terrified and confused, Leonid stepped back.
Angered, Set approached the assassin.
Leonid pulled out his other revolver and started firing again.
This time in the direction of Serena.
Who being mortal immediately hit the ground.
Covered in blood.
“No,” Set screamed as he turned around.
He rushed to Serena and held her in his arms where she died.
Terovsky fled down the street.
Set continued to hold the slain Serena in his arms as he wept.
Sherrielock Holmes (who was Sherlock Holmes’ lesser known twin sister) was walking down the street when she saw the scene.
She approached.
Set explained what happened.
“I wish I had the chance to turn her into a vampiress as she lay dying but her death happened too quickly,” Set wept.
“I know what you mean,” Sherrielock said, “My love died before he had the opportunity to make himself immortal.”
She told Set how her husband Dr. Louis Rocher had made an extract from the Lingzhi Supernatural mushroom which when she ate it had made her immortal.
But Dr. Rocher had waited to eat the Lingzhi Supernatural Mushrooms himself.
And before he could do so, he ended up being shot down by the Red Baron during the Great War of 1914-18.
“It’s too bad Louis wasn’t still alive,” Sherrielock said, “he might have been able to bring your fiancee back from the dead.”
“Did you and he have any children?” Set asked.
“Yes, five,” Sherrielock replied, “three boys and two girls.”
“I wonder if any of them or their descendants will have your husband Louis’ genius,” Set reflected.
“Possibly,” Sherrielock answered.
Set resolved to have Serena’s body frozen in the hopes that one of Dr. Louis Rocher’s and Sherrielock Holmes’ descendants would be a scientific genius capable of bringing Serena back from the dead.
In the meantime, Set tracked down the assassin Leonid Terovsky, had him tortured and later killed.
But Set gleaned from Terovksy that Soviet Communist Party General-Secretary Josef Stalin had ordered the assassination.
Set resolved to destroy both the USSR and the worldwide Bolshevik movement.
But as Set surveyed the world stage, there did not seem to him too many politicians who were capable of destroying both the USSR and the worldwide Bolshevik movement.
Until a young Austrian born politician creating a ruckus in Bavaria came into his sights.
The name of the young Austrian born politician in Bavaria making a name for himself?
Adolf Hitler.
His movement the National Socialist German Workers’ Party- the NSDAP- better known as the Nazis.
Set moved to Germany in 1925 in an effort to better promote and finance the movement.
Just like a stone thrown into water creates unforeseen ripple effects, evil like good can create the same ripple effects.
And no one knows where the ripple effects will end.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday June 20th
2017.
Stalin Plans To Attack Set
Soviet Communist Party General-Secretary Josef Stalin was having a conversation with Felix Dzerzhinsky the director of OGPU (the name of the Soviet Secret Police at the time) during the summer of 1924.
Stalin was pissed off by the way the British Empire was carrying on at the time.
“Who the Hell do these Brits think they are anyways?” Stalin foamed with rage towards Dzerzhinsky, “Hell, you think they’re the only people in the world who know how to make tea properly.”
Stalin walked over to a samovar and poured himself a cup of tea.
He put it to his lips and spit it out.
“Do you have any more of that Red Rose tea brand you served me once?” He asked Dzerzhinsky.
“It’s available only in Canada,” Dzerzhinsky replied, “A spy from Canada brought me some once. Just before I shot him for sleeping with my favourite Moscow prostitute who I thought was for my eyes only.”
“We’ll have to invade Canada someday,” Stalin thought philosophically.
“Probably one of those tough strict Jesuit schools in Quebec will produce a Marxist who’ll become Prime Minister someday,” Dzerzhinsky threw aside an old Canadian newspaper that contained Pierre Elliot Trudeau’s birth announcement.
“I want to avenge myself on Britain,” said Stalin, “maybe assassinate one of their leading politicians or businessmen.”
“I don’t think the Soviet Union can win a war with Britain at this point in our history,” Dzerzhinsky said, “might I suggest assassinating a foreigner in the country. There’s a wealthy Egyptian businessman and investor by the name of Mr. Sol Invictus Set. Very buddy buddy with the Prince of Wales. Just bought himself a big house in the Collingwood Hills district of Kensington in West London. Here’s his picture.”
“Who’s the lovely woman with him?” Stalin asked.
“Only goes by the name of Serena,” Dzerzhinsky answered, “she was a magician’s assistant to that magician who goes by the name of the Great Houdini.”
“Isn’t that Houdini a Jew?” Stalin asked with the utmost contempt on his face.
“He is,” Dzerzhinsky answered.
“One day we’ll rid the world of all Jews,” Stalin looked outside his office and noticed Leon Trotsky walking down the hall.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday June 19th
2017.
Dracul, Aphrodite and Ares
When Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing returned to his office at MI-6 Diablos Nocturna Division Headquarters, he was surprised to see the Greek goddess Aphrodite sitting there waiting for him.
“Aphrodite,” Dracul said, “What a pleasant surprise. Have you brought more news about Hephaestus?”.
“No,” Aphrodite shook her head, “Hephaestus has given up building missiles for North Korea’s Kim Jong-un. He’s now working on building incredible machines for a steampunk genre sci-fi film about Jack the Ripper escaping down the Thames River in a submarine.”
“I’ll have to see that movie when it comes out,” said Dracul.
“Have you seen the new Wonder Woman film?” Aphrodite asked.
“Not yet,” said Dracul, “but I’d like to. It sounds like an excellent film judging from the reviews. It’s set against the background of the First World War which I’ve recently started studying. The First World War is often overshadowed by World War II and yet World War II would not have happened without the events set in motion during World War I.”
“Do you know what the film is about?” The goddess asked.
“Diana battling Ares the god of war,” Dracul answered.
“Yes, and the film seems to be somewhat prophetic,” Aphrodite stated, “my brother Ares is now under the impression that he should really start World War III at the moment.”
“Well, all the chess pieces are certainly now in place,” Dracul conceded, “Vladimir Putin is in the Middle East, Donald Trump is in the Oval Office, Kim Jong-un is in the nuthouse playground building missiles, Saudi Arabia and Iran are now making war noises against one another, and an airhead is now Prime Minister of the British Empire.”
“That’s about it,” said Aphrodite.
Dracul Van Helsing alerted Peter Whitstable the Fox Mulder of Interpol as to the Greek war god’s plans.
“Anything else?” Dracul inquired of Aphrodite.
“Have you been a good boy this past week?” Aphrodite asked him.
“No, I haven’t,” Dracul admitted, “I’ve been a very naughty boy.”
“Well then,” Aphrodite smoothed her skirt, “you better get across my knee and I’ll give you a good spanking.”
Dracul did so.
Aphrodite gave him a good spanking.
And then they made wild passionate love afterwards.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday June 18th
2017.
Renfield Sings A Song and Is Offered A Bribe
At a Saturday picnic for newly elected British MPs, Renfield R. Renfield stood up and sang that old Talking Heads song Our House giving his own variation to it,
Our house in the middle of our street
Cars kept driving through it all the time
Dad should never have built
our house in the middle of our street…
Leaving behind a stunned looking group of fellow MPs, Renfield R. Renfield walked up to his parliamentary aide, “You have a message for me?”.
“Yes,” his aide answered, “from the Paris-based Egyptian vampiress Isis.”
“Oh,” said Renfield, “my boss’ enemy. Or I should say my former boss’ enemy.”
As Renfield realized that being an MP, he no longer worked for the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set.
Renfield read the message on his aide’s smart phone,
“My dearest Renfield,
So pleased to hear you’ve been elected an MP. The British public finally realizes your genius. I’d like to take you for a motorcycle ride and we can discuss our mutual interests. For your pleasure, I’ll wear the same outfit I wore 60 years ago on my cross-country motorcycle tour of France. Please find attached a photo from that cross-country motorcycle tour of the summer of 1957.”
-Love,
Isis (the vampiress and not the loser scumbags of Islamic State)
“I can’t believe the nerve of that vampiress,” Renfield shouted angrily, “Thinking she can bribe me with a cross-country motorcycle tour of France. Who does she think I am?”.
“Here’s the photo of her and the outfit she wore 60 years ago on her last motorcycle tour,” his aide held up the picture, “the outfit she says she’ll wear again for you.”
Renfield looked at the photo.
Renfield instructed his aide, “Phone Isis and tell her I’ll be flying over to France right away.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 17th
2017.
Dracul Van Helsing 
Orwell’s 1984 Has Arrived In 2017
June 27, 2017 at 3:41 pm (Commentary, Culture, Literature, Personal essays) (George Orwell, homelessness, Orwell, Orwell's 1984, Orwellian)
I’m currently sitting here in a coffee shop with free wi-fi having borrowed an honest looking stranger’s laptop to use for a while.
Hopefully he is honest and this laptop won’t remember my passwords.
I don’t know if he believed my story but I think to his shock he did.
Because the way I talked, I think he realized my story did have the ring of truth to it even though what happened to me 24 hours ago feels (and will probably read to you the reader) like a dystopian sci-fi novel.
Judging from his expression, I don’t think he thinks I’m a crazy person either.
He seems to be thinking “What the Hell sort of world are we now living in?” judging from the expression on his face.
Since I’m borrowing a stranger’s laptop, I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish this blog post today (I’m starting it just after 2:30 PM Mountain Daylight Time June 25th 2017) as he may have elsewhere to go in the next hour or so.
But I’m writing this blog post in the form of an email to myself which I will then save as a draft if I don’t finish it before the gentleman wants to leave.
The long and short of it is I can no longer use the computers in the Calgary Public Library- my only source for being able to use computers as I do not own a computer nor do I no longer have a smart phone (as it was stolen from me back in January).
The past couple of months as I’ve been writing, I’ve noticed I’ve attracted an incredible amount of new readers.
Since I don’t really like talking about myself much (I’ve always been an introvert), I spend most of my time at this blog Dracul Van Helsing writing the chapters in my on-line vampire novel, writing short stories or writing poems or haikus (as all my long time readers can probably attest to).
Only when something traumatic happens like not being able to find a job after months of searching, being evicted from my apartment, winding up in a homeless shelter or having my smart phone stolen off me while I slept on a mat in a homeless shelter and then what happened yesterday (which my mind still has trouble adjusting to- I feel like I’ve fallen asleep and can’t wake up- that somehow I’m trapped in the middle of a dystopian sci-f film about an Orwellian future).
Most of my new readers (who have joined my blog the past couple of months) would probably be shocked to realize that I am homeless and jobless. (that’s why I’ve had to use the computers in the Calgary Public Library to do my writing).
I’m currently living in a transitional housing facility for single homeless men (which is a step above a homeless shelter) and getting my rent paid for by a disability income supplement I’m now on through Alberta Social Services.
I don’t drink or smoke or take drugs (and that’s been the case all my life).
How I wound up jobless and homeless is a very long story.
But for those who’d like to know my background of how I’ve wound up in this predicament, please read the following past blog posts where I’ve explained what’s happened to me in the past:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2015/11/17/please-email-vancouvers-mayor/
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/im-in-a-homeless-shelter/
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2017/01/04/theft-in-a-homeless-shelter/
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2017/02/17/homeless-and-suicidal-in-calgary/
(Please note that the bank account behind my GoFundMe page that I mention in some of those blog posts is no longer operational since that bank account has now been shut down plus I no longer own an apartment to pay rent to).
I hope some of my readers will take the time to read those blog posts.
To help them realize that all homeless people cannot be painted all with one brush.
I think the number of new readers I have who enjoy my writing would probably be shocked to know that I am homeless and jobless.
Well I’m now telling them.
I’m Christopher who writes vampire novel chapters and poems and short stories and haikus here in this blog post which I sign off at the end of each blog post saying written by Christopher and I then give the date on which I wrote it.
One of my new readers Aak fictionspawn has a friend and fellow blogger who wrote a short story called The Shoemaker Who Made Wooden Toys. I forget her name -the woman who wrote the story- but I strongly identify with her character.
Like the character in that story I’m just brimming with new ideas and insights but a world whose sole concern is with business and making money in the usual time honoured manner (no wanting to accept or hire people who think outside the box even though the great Steve Jobs of Apple started out as a man who thought outside the box), I don’t fit into this current world.
And that’s why I’m jobless and homeless.
Although someone somewhere has obviously taken note of my writing and doesn’t like what I’m writing and furthermore sees me as a threat to what they’re doing.
And that’s the reason why I can no longer use computers in the Calgary Public Library system.
And now we’ll get to the main point of this particular blog post:
First off, I’ll start out by saying that I do believe in God.
At one time, I wouldn’t have thought that people who believe in God would ever seriously contemplate suicide.
But after the sheer Hell I’ve been through the past 7 years since my dad died from cancer (the Hell I’ve described in the blog posts I posted above there), I’m sad to say that there have been several times the past 7 years where I’ve seriously contemplated suicide.
This may be due to the severe clinical depression I was diagnosed with by a doctor when I arrived in Calgary last July from Vancouver.
A clinical depression brought on by the PTSD she says I experienced after my dad died and then suddenly finding myself in a legal battle with my sister over his estate. That PTSD of course remained undiagnosed and untreated for years leading to the severe condition that my depression is in today.
Bearing that in mind with my belief in God, I’ve had this strong overwhelming urge to write and continue writing since last November.
When I got an eviction notice from the town house I was living in last December and spent a lot of time away from my writing to search for a new place to live (which I didn’t find since Christmas and the pre-Christmas season isn’t exactly an ideal time to search for new accommodation) and finally ended up again in a homeless shelter on January 1st New Year’s Day this year where my iPhone was then stolen off of me in that same shelter back on January 3rd.
So without an iPhone where I could do my writing using the free wi-fi in coffee shops, I was then forced to do all my writing using the computers in the Calgary Public Library.
I’ve not been able to afford a new smartphone and I definitely can’t afford a new computer (be it tablet, laptop or PC) since I have to use my disability income allowance (which is only about $750 a month) to pay for rent and food.
And of course one could only use the computers in the Calgary Public Library for a maximum of 2 hours a day (although that has now been increased to 3 hours in the summer when many people are no longer indoors using the computers but unfortunately I can no longer do that).
A friend and fellow blogger Daniel (a former employee of DARPA in the U.S.) once told me in reference to my writing that probably a lot of intelligence agencies throughout the world would be or are interested in my writing since Daniel says that even though I write fiction, I often show very astute geopolitical analysis in my writing and can often predict some major geopolitical events before they happen.
This can often happen in the medium of writing.
For example the 1898 novella The Wreck of The Titan by Morgan Robertson was about an ocean liner called The Titan which sinks in the North Atlantic after striking an iceberg. The Titan and its sinking was very similar to the sinking of the real life passenger ship RMS Titanic which sank 14 years later in 1912.
Both Titan and Titanic sank in the month of April in the North Atlantic and there were not enough lifeboats for all the passengers. The Titan was 800 ft. long and the Titanic was 882 ft. long. The speed of the Titan was 25 knots and the speed of the Titanic was 22.5 knots.
Both were triple screw propeller ships. Both were described as “unsinkable”. The Titan was 45,000 tons and the Titanic was 46,000 tons.
Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World has been described as a prophetic novel.
And as the title of my blog post suggests, George Orwell’s 1984 has seemed to arrive in the year 2017.
Although what happened to me yesterday (Saturday June 24th 2017) might better be seen as a combination of Orwell’s 1984 meets Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. Although instead of burning and banning books, certain individuals are now prohibited from using the computers in the public library.
In terms of my own writing, I was shocked when I read the manuscript for my 1st vampire novel The Vampiress With Amnesia (which I wrote between April 2009 and July 2010) last year. The novel is now available for sale on Amazon.
Since I do not know how to convert text to a PDF format (which is required for upload to Amazon), my friend and fellow blogger Daniel (the former DARPA employee) did it for me.
He then emailed me the entire PDF manuscript to look over and check for corrections.
Which I did early last year (2016).
I of course had not read that novel in 6 years.
I was shocked to discover back in 2010 to see that I had written a chapter about a group of cardinals plotting to force Pope Benedict XVI to abdicate the Papacy. I even described the methods they would use to do it. And how the German magazine Der Spiegel and the U.S. newsmagazine TIME would be used for their purposes.
Because at the time I re-read my novel, there were stories starting to break in the news media about how that is exactly what happened with the papal resignation of Pope Benedict XVI.
(And that was a cliffhanger about Pope Benedict XVI because I had to stop writing and save this blog post as an email draft at that point because the gentleman whose laptop I was using finally had to leave. Today Monday June 25th 217, I found another honest looking person with a laptop and a mouse (because I only know how to use a laptop with a mouse. I don’t know how to use a laptop without a mouse) and I’m currently using their laptop to continue writing this post which I’m starting just past 3 PM Mountain Standard Time).
Journalists such as Antonio Socci and others discovered the existence of a group of Cardinals called the Saint Gallen Group who did in fact force the resignation of Pope Benedict XVI and promote the election of Pope Francis.
Bearing that in mind, I’ve often wondered whether something I’m currently writing is unbeknownst to me foretelling another certain geopolitical trend that someone very powerful wants kept quiet.
At first I thought this was just my own imagination running wild.
Brought on by the fact that a couple of months ago, the computers in the branch of the public library where I did most of my writing started getting hit en masse by viruses and hackers.
One day when I went there, there were signs put up on over 1/3 of the computers saying Not Available For Service.
I overheard one of the librarians remarking to a library patron that this was strange because none of the other branches in the Calgary Public Library system seemed to be undergoing the massive computer problems that this branch was undergoing.
So in my imagination (brought on by the occasional teasing I get from my friend Daniel and another friend Timothy who lives in South Africa that intelligence services across the world are profoundly disturbed by what I write), I thought that maybe the reason was someone powerful didn’t like what I was writing and so was targeting the computers in the Public Library branch where I do most of my writing.
But I didn’t really take it seriously.
I just used it as an imaginative fancy brought on by the pair of Robert Ludlum novels that I was reading at the time.
But that all changed last Saturday June 24th at around 4:30 PM just as I was about to post my vampire novel chapter entitled Belvedere Discovers His Enchantress.
I was in my WordPress editing function at the time.
I had just copied and pasted my vampire novel chapter from my email to my WordPress dashboard of posts.
I had just finished selecting the categories and my tags for my post and was about to copy and paste the URL for the photo I was using for the chapter when these two librarians with very sinister looking expressions on their faces walked up to me.
Said the female librarian with a Russian accent (and no I’m not making this up- she did have a Russian accent- by the time the conversation was finished- I was imagining she was probably one of Vladimir Putin’s most evil FSB agents), “We couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been sitting at this computer all afternoon.”
I didn’t know that it was a crime to sit at a public library computer all afternoon but maybe it is in this Orwellian world that’s starting to emerge in 2017.
“What time did you get here?” Russian Gestapo Girl asked me.
“2:00,” I said.
What business was it of theirs, what time I got there, I don’t know.
“We have had concerns expressed to us about the blog you’re writing on our computers,” said the middle-aged librarian with glasses and moustache who looked like the head of the most evil Black Ops operation within the American CIA.
“Blog? How do you know that I’m writing a blog? Are you monitoring what people are doing on their computers here?” I asked.
“We’re not at liberty to say,” Big Brother’s Little Brother answered.
“May I see your library card?” Russian Gestapo Girl asked me. (No doubt back in the USSR, she said to people, “Your papers please.”)
I handed her my library card whereupon she promptly pounced on it and grabbed it and said, “I’m canceling this card and blocking you from using our public library computers.”
“What? What for? For what reason?” I demanded to know.
“We have had concerns expressed to us by many about the blog you’re writing,” said the Russian FSB librarian.
“Who is expressing these concerns? And what are their specific concerns?” I asked.
“We’re not at liberty to say,” Big Brother’s Little Brother expressed the same brainless mantra over again.
“Shut down your computer,” the Gestapo bitch then directed.
“Let me finish posting this blog post first,” I said.
“No, people have expressed concerns about the blog you’re writing,” Gestapo Bitch was starting to turn that line into her personal mantra.
“And of course you’re not at liberty to say?” I said looking at Big Brother’s Little Brother who had such an intense look of stupidity on his face that one could almost take it for a strange form of beauty.
“That is correct,” he said sounding exactly like a robot talking.
“Are you going to shut this computer down?” Gestapo Bitch demanded to know.
“No!” I said looking directly at her.
Both Russian Gestapo Girl and Big Brother’s Little Brother stood there with stupefied stupid looking expressions on their faces.
Then they walked away.
No doubt off to call the cops to report me for defending freedom and liberty in Canada when of course enlightened people such as themselves knew that for the good of everyone, Canada should really be part of the Orwellian Brave New World New World Order.
I don’t know who or what didn’t like the blog I was writing.
What were their concerns?
Was I promoting terrorism?
Of course not.
I’m against terrorism whether it’s of the ISIS variety or of the neo-Nazi or Klu Klux Klan variety or of any variety.
Do I promote pornography?
Of course not.
Unless of course they consider posting photos of beautiful women (who are among the many loves of my characters Dracul Van Helsing and Renfield R. Renfield) pornography.
If that’s the case, then they’re very much like the group of women who called themselves The Anti-Sex League in George Orwell’s novel 1984.
So now I’ve finished writing this blog post.
And now I’ll have to edit it.
But the person whose laptop this is now has to leave.
So I’ll hopefully be able to edit this tomorrow.
And get it posted tomorrow.
To my readers, this may be the last blog post of mine you’ll be able to read for awhile.
Because I can no longer use the computers in the public library.
And I can’t keep borrowing laptops from people in coffee shops no matter how honest they look- because chances are I’d probably run into somebody eventually who would keep track of the passwords I’d use.
And I can’t afford to buy a new smartphone or tablet or laptop or PC of my own.
There is a program in Calgary called CLIC (Computers For Low-Income Calgarians).
What the program does is if anybody has a working smartphone or tablet or laptop or PC that they no longer use (because they’ve probably upgraded to a new one), they can then donate those to this program and CLIC will then give the smartphone or tablet or laptop or PC to a low-income Calgarian who can’t afford to buy one of their own.
I was told this by my social worker a couple of months ago.
The program has about a 6 month waiting list she said.
So I applied right after I was told.
That was 2 months ago.
So technically I have another 4 months to wait.
Of course if the waiting list at the time I applied was then even more than 6 months, I’ll have even longer to wait.
To be quite frank, I don’t know if I can wait that long.
The biggest antidote to combating my PTSD inspired depression I’ve found has been my writing.
My writing and my immediately posting it to a blog so I can judge reaction to my writing.
Judging from the number of Likes I get on my Blog posts each day and the number of new followers and new readers I get each day, I realize that my blog is making an impact.
It’s my writing and my blogging that seems to give me meaning and purpose in life.
If I don’t feel I have any meaning or purpose in my life, I don’t see how I’ll be able to successfully overcome my depression.
When my dad was dying from cancer, he made me promise on his deathbed that I would continue my writing (which I did).
“Continue your writing, Christopher,” he told me, “your writing is extremely important to the world and I really mean that. So continue writing, Christopher. Always continue writing. You may not realize how important your writing is but I do. Always continue writing.”
So that’s what I’ve done.
And in the past 7 years since he died, it’s been my writing and my blogging which has given me the greatest sense of relief from my despair and the greatest sense of meaning and purpose in life.
Now my avenues for that writing and blogging have slowly been erased away.
I was forced to abandon my PC and my laptop (with a mouse) in my Vancouver apartment when I was evicted because I couldn’t fit them into my small suitcases.
My smartphone was stolen off me while I slept on the mat in a homeless shelter this past January.
And now I’ve been blocked from using the computers in the Calgary Public Library because Person or Persons Unknown have concerns about the blog I’m writing..
What person or persons unknown?
The U.S. National Security Agency?
Britain’s MI-6?
Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau? (Because I’ve written vampire novel chapters where I have an ET gray from the planet Nibiru called Gali-Gula (who’s possessed by the spirit of the late Roman Emperor Caligula) appear to him and give him advice whenever he’s smoking marijuana?).
Is what I considered fictional in that case reality?
Or maybe it’s Hillary Clinton?
Hillary: Bill, what’s that blog you keep reading all the time?
Bill: You mean Dracul Van Helsing?
The next day:
Hillary: Bill, is the reason you keep reading that blog is because you enjoy looking at all those photos of beautiful women in alluring outfits who are among the many loves of the characters Dracul Van Helsing, Renfield R. Renfield and the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set?
Bill: Of course not. I read the blog to get Christopher’s insightful geopolitical analysis into the current world situation.
Hillary: The same as the time when I found all those Playboy magazines in your desk shortly after you were first elected Governor of Arkansas and you told me that you had just bought them to read the articles?
Bill (grinning): Exactly.
I do not know what are the reasons or who objected to my blog.
But it was someone powerful enough to get the Calgary Public Library system to ban me from using their computers.
My dad thought my writing would someday have impact on the world.
And I guess he was right.
Who would have thought writing a series of novels where I combine vampire legends and ghost stories with Greek and Norse and Egyptian mythology thrown together with current geopolitical happenings would get me banned?
But I guess it did.
And yet somehow I think my father would be pleased.
He’d say, “You’ve upset the right people, Christopher. You’ve upset the right people. And you’ve got the right people for your readers and blog followers.”
-A personal essay written by Christopher
June 25th, June 26th and June 27th
2017.
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