Justin Trudeau’s Failed Macho Man Impersonation and The Unmasked Demon Dancer Chief Woos
Justin Trudeau’s Failed Macho Man Impersonation and The Unmasked Demon Dancer Chief Woos
British MP Renfield R. Renfield was doing a guest news editorial on a very very independent Ottawa radio station.
“Well,” Renfield began, “after a week, Canada’s Prime Minister Justin Trudeau is apparently sick of being called a “wimp” (namely because he is one) and earlier today after swallowing the contents of a dozen bottles of testosterone tablets marched (instead of his usual “minced”) to a media briefing room with important members of his cabinet and in his deepest (closest he could muster to a baritone sounding) voice announced, “These barricades must come down now.”
Of course Justin didn’t say what he would do if the barricades by indigenous gangs (self-proclaimed Warrior societies) and their Marxist Trotskyite co-travellers didn’t come down from blocking the nation’s railway and transportation system since the cranial contents challenged son of self-proclaimed philosopher king Pierre Elliot said he still wouldn’t call in the police to take down the blockades.
Justin thinks no doubt that his failed Macho Man routine would be enough to frighten the anarchistically inclined Mohawk Warriors to take down their railway blockades at Belville Ontario and outside the Kanesatake settlement in Quebec.
Well despite the dozen bottles of testosterone pills he swallowed and his pitiful attempt at trying to talk in a baritone voice saying “These barricades must come down now” to the group of costumed figured puppets dressed as Alvin and The Chimpmunks singing behind the curtain (as Justin spoke) in their Chipmunk sounding voices those 1978 Village People lyrics, “Macho, macho, macho man, I gotta be a macho man…”, I doubt very much the Tyendinaga Mohawk Warriors near Bellville Ontario or the Kanesatake Mohawk Warriors near Oka, Quebec will be taking down their blockades anytime soon without police intervention.
I noticed a photo of the Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs who are opposed to the natural gas pipeline in northern B.C. standing in front of a Tim Horton’s restaurant in a food court on the TV news tonight.
No doubt they were wondering why the plant based beef burgers they had just bought at the Tim Horton’s behind them didn’t taste exactly the same as the supposedly plant based beef burgers that the beautiful woman (who was actually a Wechuge evil spirit in disguise) gave them in the first place that caused their panties to twist into a knot over the natural gas pipeline.
An investigation by the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka, vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing and Interpol agent Peter Whitstable showed the same beautiful woman (who is actually a Wechuge evil spirit ) had given Tim Horton’s boxes containing supposedly plant based beef burgers to the Tyendinaga Mohawk Warriors last night.
Meanwhile the Wet’suwet’en hereditary Chief Woos spoke at a news conference earlier today.
Seeing Chief Woos speak at that news conference, two words come most pre-eminently to mind.
And those two words are “total scumbag”.
And when I say that, I’m judging him by the content of his character (and his facial expression that so clearly reflects the content of that character) and not the colour of his skin nor his ethnic background.”
. . .
Meanwhile Pope Francis was reading today’s Munich Agreement in which Vatican Foreign Minister Archbishop Paul Gallagher had met with Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi in Munich and had surrendered control over the Catholic Church in China to the Communist government of Xi Jinping.
. . .
Meanwhile the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka stood and watched in horror as the Wechuge evil spirit (shapeshifted into a beautiful woman) was gathering up cartons marked Tim Horton’s of supposedly plant based beef burgers that she had just fed the Kanesatake Mohawk Warriors prior to their meeting with the Wechuge influenced Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs tomorrow.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday February 21st
2020.
Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka and The Wechuge
Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka and The Wechuge
A group of Tyendinaga Mohawk Warriors sat at their blockades on the railway tracks near Belleville, Ontario.
Also among their ranks was a group of whites- all of whom were paid agitators from the Trotskyite Fourth International.
They sat eating hot dogs and listening to the radio.
On the radio was British MP Renfield R. Renfield, “I’ve been asked by the producer of this program not to mention the fact that Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg likes his employees to blow dry his arm pits before he gives a speech so I’m not going to mention that.”
“There must be a long list of people who want to kill this Renfield,” a Warrior remarked.
“One of our people managed to get ahold of the ice axe that was used to kill Trotsky in Mexico City in 1940,” commented a Trotskyite agitator, “so we plan to use that to do him in.”
Nearby a mysterious creature stalked the woods.
The creature was a Wechuge – a giant ice creature who had once been human but had become possessed by an ancient giant animal spirit.
The Wechuge were to be found in Western Canada.
This Wechuge had been a member of the Wet’suwet’en’ First Nation prior to having once ate human flesh and become a Wechuge.
It was this Wechuge who had appeared to some of the Wet’suwet’en hereditary chiefs and told them to oppose a gas pipeline that was actually supported by the vast majority of the Wet’suwet’en people including other hereditary chiefs and the elected band council.
She had appeared in the form of a beautiful woman and gave them what she claimed were Tim Horton’s plant based beef burgers to eat.
She said, “I find their flavour particularly satisfying.”
The Wechuge quickly shape shifted from giant ice creature to beautiful woman and approached the Mohawk encampment carrying what appeared to be cups of Tim Horton’s coffee and containers of Tim Horton’s Plant Based Beef Burgers.
“Take this and eat,” she handed out the containers of supposedly plant based beef burgers, “Do this in memory of me.”
She then vanished into the night.
. . .
“My pot smoking and cannabis exhaling marijuana plant turns out to be a late Victorian/early Edwardian antique mirror,” Justin Trudeau wept in front of his cabinet during a cabinet meeting, “One that doesn’t even reflect its immediate surroundings but rather reflects a closed used and rare book store on the street corner next to a desolate alley on a mist filled night in London, England.”
The cabinet looked at one another.
This was Canada’s national leader in a time of national crisis.
. . .
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka sat on a tree stump in the wintery woods and awaited the arrival of Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing and Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol.
The trio would be investigating the alliance of First Nations supernatural skulduggery and Trotskyite Marxism.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday February 20th
2020.
Maria Orsic On Ghost Pine Lake
Maria Orsic On Ghost Pine Lake
The year was 1947.
And the Austro-Croatian mystic Maria Orsic was at Ghost Pine Lake in Central Alberta.
She had somewhat of an adventuresome 2 years.
When Nazi Germany unconditionally surrendered on May 8th 1945, she had carried with her a briefcase showing drafts of flying saucers that would be able to fly using Vril energy.
Maria Orsic had been hoping to flee the country.
But she had been conked on the head by an officer of the U.S. Office of Strategic Services (predecessor to the American CIA) and her briefcase containing the flying saucer and Vril energy drafts were stolen by that operative.
When she awoke, she had found herself in the Elysian Fields in the arms of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Apparently Hermes in his role as Psychopomp (guide of the souls of the Dead to and through the Underworld) had mistaken the unconscious Maria Orsic for being dead and had taken her down there.
Hermes made the mistake because he had been drunkenly carousing with Dionysus/Bacchus the night before.
As punishment for this drunken fiasco and mishap, an angry Zeus decreed that Hermes was to be present at the birth of a baby who would grow up to be the notorious Australian character who called himself Uncle Ernie.
Hermes would never recover from being present at that particular Nativity (at which magic mushroom eating transvestite 3 foot tall dwarf demons sang Glory Be To Crowley In The Highest) and was still being treated for PTSD by Psyche’s psychiatrist to this day.
Maria Orsic would be escorted by Persephone back up to Earth.
And today she found herself at boat races being held at Ghost Pine Lake.
Among the competitors would be one Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau.
He would be competing under the name of Jack Pipe.
Maria Orsic had recognized Jack Pipe’s photo when she read a Boat Racing News magazine issue in a Chicago hairstylist’s salon.
So she went northwest to Ghost Pine Lake.
Meanwhile Dracul Van Helsing and the ghost of Orson Welles were also present at Ghost Pine Lake on this day in 1947.
They had traveled back in time using the Houdini-Tesla-Pantages-Welles-Lamarr prototype magic lantern (a magic lantern that served as an instrument of time travel).
The reason for their time travelling excursions was a series of peculiar phenomena that were happening in Alberta in the year 2020.
A ghost white buffalo had been spotted wandering through Dry Island Buffalo Jump Provincial Park east of the town of Huxley (named after the famous Darwinian evolutionist Thomas Huxley. Huxley was currently roasting away on a spit down in Tartarus and was now a convinced creationist).
The last time a Ghost White Buffalo had been seen in these parts was back during the dreadfully cold winter of 1907-08.
In addition, the ghost of the Headless Horseman of Ghost Pine Lake (a Cree indigenous warrior who had lost his head in battle to the tomahawk of a Blackfoot indigenous warrior) was starting to show up on nights that were not moon lit.
Previously the ghost had only looked for his head on moonlit nights.
Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol was convinced something unusual was happening in the Supernatural realm.
Pope Francis who was a Marxist dialectical materialist disagreed.
In between takes of his shooting a music video (a remake of the 1980s video where a sexy looking Belinda Carlisle sings “We’ll make Heaven a place on Earth…), the Pope told reporters as such.
The video remake of Heaven Is A Place On Earth where Pope Francis sings and performs what was done by Belinda Carlisle in the original video was taking a long time to shoot as each new director of the music video inevitably ended up committing hari kari after each shooting of a scene.
And so on Whitstable’s recommendation, Dracul Van Helsing and the ghost of Orson Welles had traveled back in time and place to Ghost Pine Lake in 1947 where the Vril Society medium Maria Orsic was watching Franz Kohler of the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau race a boat.
“Dracul!” Maria shouted as she recognized the Canadian vampire hunter with whom she had had previous cosmic encounters.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday February 17th
2020.
Legend of The Ghost White Buffalo
Legend of The Ghost White Buffalo
“Not far from here,” the wood nymph said, “the Ghost White Buffalo saved a herd of cattle.”
“Tell me this tale,” said the stranger.
And so the wood nymph did.
The legend of the Ghost White Buffalo is to be found here:
https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/02/16/the-ghost-white-buffalo-a-poem/
Napoleon Bonaparte and Maria Orsic In The Elysian Fields
Napoleon Bonaparte and Maria Orsic In The Elysian Fields
Napoleon Bonaparte aka Emperor Napoleon I of the French was walking through the Elysian Fields.
Persephone, who had some sympathy for the Little Corporal from Corsica, had persuaded her husband Hades to allow this.
Napoleon had spent a great deal of time roasting away on a spit in Purgatory until the foul crimes done in his days of nature were burnt and purged away.
Various gods and demons had debated what should be done with Napoleon. Was he a hero? Was he a scoundrel?
Trouble was he was a mixture of both. Hence the reason for the debate on his destination.
Come Judgement Day at the end of the world, Napoleon’s fate would ultimately be decided by Jesus Christ The Lord, Creator and King of the Cosmos.
Until that day, his locale was a subject of intense debate.
Unlike Lenin and Stalin who were busy roasting away in Tartarus the deepest and most fiery part of Hades/Sheol.
Odin had offered Napoleon a seat at a table in Valhalla even though the Emperor hadn’t died in battle but had died from eating a poisoned fish on the island of Saint Helena.
However the Germanic warriors, heroes and kings in the hall couldn’t stand the thought of a Frenchman being in their midst so they had raised vigorous objections (the Norse warriors and heroes in the hall were still trying to recover from having eaten Loki’s lutefisk recipe so they had no opinion on the subject one way or the other).
Odin did try to point out that Napoleon’s ancestral background was in fact Italian as Corsica (the island of his birth) had been ruled by Italian states until the Genoese ceded Corsica to the French King Louis XV in 1768.
However the Germans were having none of that.
And so Persephone had arranged for Napoleon to walk through the Elysian Fields.
It was while walking through the Elysian Fields that Napoleon had happened to run into Maria Orsic.
The immortal Austro-Croatian German medium had been sleep walking and had almost fallen into a River.
Napoleon had called out to the gods for help but they were currently on a lunch, beer, mead and wine break.
The French Emperor managed to bring Maria Orsic back to consciousness by reciting the Ave Maria in Latin.
A Vatican II cardinal roasting away on his barbecue spit not far away objected strenuously.
Maria came to and found herself in the arms of Napoleon.
Maria Orsic was a famous medium who later became the leader of the German Vril Society.
She was born on October 31st 1895 in Zagreb, Croatia.
Her father was Croatian and her mother was an Austrian from Vienna.
Her father Tomislav Orsic was an architect who worked in Zagreb.
During a trip to Vienna in 1894,
Tomislav met a beautiful young ballerina named Sabine.
They fell in love and married shortly after.
Their daughter Maria was born a year later.
Maria moved to Munich Bavaria in 1919.
That same year she founded the Vril Society along with a group of 8 other beautiful women who kept their hair very long.
They believed their long hair acted as cosmic antennae to receive communication from aliens on other worlds.
A group of demons (at the urging of Mephistopheles) had appeared to Maria and claimed to be Aryan aliens living on Alpha Centauri in the Aldebaran system.
They claimed to have visited Earth in the past and settled in Sumeria and the word Vril was formed from the ancient Sumerian word Vri-iL (meaning “like god” or “god like”).
The mediums passed secrets on Vril energy to the Nazis.
When the Third Reich surrendered on May 8th 1945, Maria Orsic fled Germany with Vril energy papers in her briefcase.
And the next thing she knew, she found herself in the arms of Napoleon in the Elysian Fields.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday February 13th
2020.
Yaldabaoth and Morrigan
Yaldabaoth and Morrigan
Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun looked exceedingly pleased with himself as he was nestled in the arms of Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war.
The year was 1955.
The place Monte Carlo.
And Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun had been cleaning up at the roulette tables.
House management had become concerned.
Unfortunately their regular house detective had been killed in a shoot out last month involving the American CIA, the Soviet KGB, the IRA (Irish Republican Army), the California Harper Valley PTA (Parent-Teachers’ Association) and the American IRS (Internal Revenue Service).
The IRS must have emerged the winner.
Because the IRS operative put a hand in the house detective’s pocket, pulled out a stone and squeezed blood out of the stone into a jar (that had a piece of paper written on the jar’s outside saying For Uncle Sam).
After an hour the stone no longer cosmologically or ontologically existed and the large jar was filled to the top with blood.
The house detective was buried in a grotto honouring the goddess Fortuna.
Los Angeles Private Eye Carson Cody Albion was hired by the casino to serve as house detective until a replacement for the deceased fellow could be found.
So far no one was willing to take the job.
Because Jocasta a parent representative on the California Harper Valley PTA (who was quite overly protective of her son) was one nasty target shooting markswoman.
Fortunately for Carson Cody Albion, he had been turned into an immortal by Atargatis the Syro-Phoenician goddess back in the early 1940s.
So Jocasta’s bullets didn’t amount to much.
Although after missing Albion, they did strike and kill a Ph.D student in Psychology who was doing his doctoral dissertation on the theories of Sigmund Freud and his analysis of the connection between the male libido and psyche.
When Albion opened the hotel room door, he saw Yaldabaoth in the arms of Morrigan.
“Other guests in the hotel have been complaining about the sound of spanking coming from this room,”
Albion said.
“That is strange,” Yaldabaoth admitted.
“May I inquire, sir, as to why both your pants and underpants are on the floor and your bottom seems to be glowing like the fireflies of a warm August night?” Albion asked.
“I must confess I’m at a loss for words,” Yaldabaoth answered.
Morrigan reached over to the dresser, pulled a dictionary off it and handed it to the leprechaun.
“Even more than the sound of spanking,” Albion cleared his throat, “management is concerned about your constant winning at the roulette wheel.”
“It is the luck of the Irish, it is,” Yaldabaoth grinned.
“Our detectors detected a magnet coming from your direction,” Albion stated.
“Ah, for sure ’tis my magnetic personality,” the leprechaun smiled, “overflowing like the River Shannon after a week of spring rains.”
“What about this magnet on your belt?” The detective picked up the leprechaun’s pants.
“As Saint Patrick is my witness, I don’t know how that got there,” the leprechaun protested.
“But Saint Patrick isn’t here to be your witness,” Morrigan pointed out.
“Shibboleth, I don’t know what to say,” Yaldabaoth shook his head.
“You might start by improving the pronunciation of your conversational ancient Hebrew,” Albion noted.
The detective had recently taken a course in conversational ancient Hebrew.
“I know how to punish Yaldabaoth for his offences,” Morrigan once again took the leprechaun over her knee.
“I’ll show myself out,” Albion remarked as he went over to the door, opened it and exited.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday January 19th
2020
Finally posted on
Monday February 10th
2020.
The Morrigan-Yaldabaoth the
Irish leprechaun story for Anonymole.
Aphrodite At Oxford
Aphrodite At Oxford
The Greek goddess Aphrodite writing her term paper on the Native American myths surrounding the origins of the North American Plains Buffalo
The Greek goddess Aphrodite had recently returned from the town of Stettler, Alberta, Canada where she had been researching Cree and Blackfoot indigenous myths on the origins of the North American Plains Buffalo.
She was putting the finishing touches on her term paper for the class she was taking in World Mythology and Folklore.
The class was taught by Prof. William Charles an Associate Professor of Mythology, Folklore, Vampirism, Lycanthropy and Paranormal Studies at Oxford.
His class was extremely popular and hard to get into.
Nevertheless the Greek goddess Aphrodite when visiting Prof. William Charles in his office before the start of this semester was able to convince the famed supernaturalist into letting her into class even though she had no previous formal education.
The subject Underwater Basketweaving While Emerging From A Giant Oyster Shell On The Beaches of Cyprus wasn’t considered a valid academic course in the view of Oxford University.
Although it was recognized by most American colleges and universities as such in order to get the best high school athletes into their college football and basketball programs.
But after a little gentle persuasion from Aphrodite, the famed supernaturalist let the goddess into his class.
Outside the window of the Greek goddess Aphrodite’s dorm room, the Greek god Ares was endeavouring to get inside as he hadn’t seen his sometime girlfriend ever since she started at Oxford.
It just so happened that strolling along the grounds between the various halls and dormitories was the Celtic stag god Cernunnos with his trusted crossbow and arrow (that he used to kill deer hunters).
Cernunnos was heading to an Oxford artists’ studio where he would be posing as a model and subject for Oxford art students to draw and paint.
The original model scheduled for today’s art session had been an Australian named Uncle Ernie (who had once modelled for Salvador Dali).
But Uncle Ernie had been arrested at London’s Heathrow Airport earlier today for trying to enter the country illegally.
When the totally nude and jock less Uncle Ernie had approached the female UK Customs and Immigration officer and said, “I have nothing to declare”, the agent looking at the body parts Uncle Ernie was trying to cover said that she wholeheartedly agreed but nonetheless facial recognition had determined that Uncle Ernie was on Interpol’s watch list of “characters of dubious reputation and ill repute”.
Within seconds, Uncle Ernie found himself on the floor in handcuffs.
Meanwhile back at the Quad on Oxford, Cernunnos had shot the Greek god Ares in the backside with an arrow.
The resulting commotion and screaming caused Aphrodite to open her dorm window which sent Ares plummeting to the Quad grounds below.
Seeing as how Ares was an Olympian immortal, all he would suffer on this day was a pain in the neck and a pain in the backside.
Aphrodite meanwhile grabbed her finished term paper and headed to Prof. William Charles’ office.
The two spent hours long into the Oxonian night discussing the Native American myth of how the great horned buffalo came to be.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday February 3rd
2020
Aphrodite, Dr. Ja Oui Khan, The Demon Buffalo Head and The Metal Rat
Aphrodite, Dr. Ja Oui Khan, The Demon Buffalo Head and The Metal Rat
The Greek goddess Aphrodite sitting in an old general store in Stettler, Alberta, Canada reading about Buffalo Lake and the origins of the North American Plains Buffalo not far from the skull of the Demon Buffalo above the store’s back door
Last week, Huawei Technologies in China had unveiled the Metal Rat (a giant robotic metal rat) for this Chinese New Year of the Metal Rat.
Strangely enough, the Metal Rat had the head of a demon buffalo and not the head of a rat.
How this came to be- therein hangs a tail (whether a rat tail or a buffalo tail no one can say for sure).
Huawei Technologies had outsourced the building of the Metal Rat to a freelance sanity challenged scientist who had a laboratory in Havana, Cuba.
The name of the sanity challenged scientist was Dr. Ja Oui Khan (a scientist of German, French and Mongolian ethnic origin).
Dr. Ja Oui Khan had once held a non-scientific job back in 2008 in the U.S. where he had served as an advertising slogan advisor to the Presidential campaign of one Barack Obama.
Dr. Ja Oui Khan was quite successful in building the Metal Rat robot.
He even originally had a metallic rat’s head for the metallic rat.
Sadly for Dr. Khan however, the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set had recently visited the island for high level discussions on business and commerce with the Cuban President.
And Set had brought along his pet cat the fierce Nefertiti Galore.
Nefertiti Galore had been prowling about just when the Metal Rat was practicing his Chinese New Year Lion Dance and Dragon Dance routine with a member of the Chinese Embassy.
Nefertiti Galore had ripped the rat’s head off and after almost breaking a tooth trying to bite into it had thrown it into the Caribbean where it was eaten by the Caribbean Sea’s resident giant kraken.
Dr. Ja Oui Khan was in a state to find a replacement for the Metal Rat’s head.
It just so happened that Dr. Khan’s friend the Norse trickster god Loki was in Havana so he asked Loki for help.
Loki said that he would keep an eye open for a replacement for the Metal Rat’s head.
In the meantime, Loki went up to the town of Stettler, Alberta, Canada where he had a date with the Greek goddess Aphrodite.
What was Aphrodite doing in Stettler?
Well last year Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom had called Aphrodite an airhead.
Aphrodite resented that so she enrolled to take a course at Oxford University.
She figured that if she could pass a course at Oxford, no one would have the grounds to call her an airhead.
She started out by taking a course in World Mythology and Folklore.
For her term paper, Aphrodite decided to write about the mythological origins of the North American Plains Buffalo.
The Plains Buffalo were said to have originated from the waters of Buffalo Lake (a lake that was actually in the shape of a buffalo).
According to Cree and Blackfoot tribal folklore, it was Napi (the Old Man) who had called forth the first buffalo out of Buffalo Lake.
Napi had been a Cree and Blackfoot equivalent of the old Demi-Urge of Plato and Neo-Platonism.
Napi had been created by Gitche Manitou (the Great Spirit) at the beginning of time and Napi then went around creating other creatures.
Aphrodite was reading about Napi and the origins of the first Buffalo as she sat in an old country store in the town of Stettler, Alberta, Canada which was just south of Buffalo Lake.
Not far from where she was sitting was the skull of a Demon Buffalo who had emerged from Buffalo Lake the night Abraham Lincoln was assassinated on the evening of April 14th 1865.
The demonically possessed Demon Buffalo was shot and killed by Gabriel Dumont (December 1st 1837- May 19th 1906) the great Métis leader and general and buffalo hunter (considered by Canadian historian George Milner to have been along with Napoleon Bonaparte one of the two greatest military geniuses of the 19th Century) in July 1869.
The Demon Buffalo’s skull eventually wound up in this old country store in Stettler, Alberta.
The date between Loki and Aphrodite came to an end after Aphrodite poured an ice cold cup of Dr. Pepper down the front of Loki’s pants.
After Loki did an impromptu rain dance (which caused a massive snow storm in the area), the Norse trickster god grabbed the Demon Buffalo skull and took it back with him to Havana where it wound up as the head of the Metal Rat robot.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday February 2nd
2020.
Waiting By The Sea
Waiting By The Sea
Waiting by the sea
waits she
The time has come
The seagulls call
She approaches the ocean’s thrall
By the waves she hears the sirens’ call
The sirens call for the one
whose heart is a match for hers
Bareback on horse she rode without spurs
Wild and free was she
Wild and free like the sea
For most, inclining one’s heart can lead to captivity
But not for she
She whose heart is like the sea
The sirens know who to call
The one who will just accept her for being she
She whose heart was wild and free
And pulsates like the rising sea.
-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday February 1st
2020
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.
