Sophia On One Fine Day In 1955

May 4, 2021 at 10:50 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )


Sophia the Gnostic Greco-Egyptian goddess of wisdom
Currently lived in Italy
On this date in 1955.

It was a tantalizingly hot day
Steamy, sultry, humid.
Her maid approached her,
“Dr. Carl Gustav Jung is here to see you.”

“The famous Swiss psychoanalyst?”
Sophia wiped her brow
As her maid wrung Sophia’s sweat out of her dress
The heat was suffocating.

“What does Jung want?”
Sophia asked.
“He wants to see your son,”
Her maid answered.
“Yaldabaoth?”
Sophia looked at her maid
Through drips of persperation.

“Yes, he wants to meet the Demi-urge
who created the material physical universe,”
Her maid smiled at Sophia.

“But that’s only what I told people,”
Sophia doused her head into a nearby spring
To wipe away the sweat and perspiration,
“He’s actually an Irish leprechaun
with a serious drinking problem.”

“Well, I guess Dr. Jung is going to find that out for himself,”
Her maid sighed,
“He’s up at the house.”

“My God, no,”
Sophia went running back to her estate in Tuscany.
“What god would that be?”
Her maid asked.
“Ultimately the Unknown God of The Greeks
whose altar bears an inscription in Athens.”

Sophia went back to her house
And opened the door.
There lay her son Yaldabaoth on the floor
Buried under a mass of bottles
of Jameson Irish Whiskey.
He was busy singing,
“Roll out the barrel,
We’ll have a barrel of fun,
Roll out the barrel,
We’ve got the blues on the run…”

“This is he who created the material physical universe?”
Dr. Carl Gustav Jung raised an eyebrow in Sophia’s direction.
“Well… uh…” Sophia was at a loss for words.
“When I look at the state of the world, I tend to believe it,”
Dr. Jung wiped his glasses, rose and left.

“Just wait until you see the world in 2020 and 2021,”
Yaldabaoth called out after Dr. Jung.
“Or so a time travelling gypsy tells me.”

“This is awful,” Sophia looked out the window
As Carl Gustav Jung was driven away in a waiting limo.

“What’s awful is there’s no Jameson left,”
Yaldabaoth looked inside the closet.

“Awful,” Sophia wiped her brow.

Her maid walked up the path
As Dr. Jung’s limo drove by.

Her maid wondered, “Will the doctor see that UFO hovering over the stream?”

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 4th
2021.

9 Comments

  1. Kritika said,

    ”This is he who created the material physical universe?”
    Hahaha exactly this is he? lols a drunkard.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, the one that Sophia boasted had created the material physical universe is a drunkard. πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

      • Kritika said,

        I would say its the truth. The way the current situation is, I can feel the same to be true. πŸ˜€

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, it definitely feels that way in these times in which we’re living. πŸ˜‚

      • Kritika said,

        πŸ˜€

  2. Jessica E. Larsen said,

    Hahaha πŸ˜€ that ending. Love it.

    By the way, do you have Instagram?

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thanks, Jessica.

      I do have an Instagram account but I can’t remember my password and Instagram appears to be incapable of sending the link to my email to change it.

      • Jessica E. Larsen said,

        Oh that’s sad. I’m done rereading your book. I’ll rewrite my review too and post in Instagram, but I’ll share it in facebook too so I can tag you over there πŸ™‚

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Thank you, Jessica. πŸ™‚

        I’ll also try to see if I can log in to Instagram again.

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