Atargatis In Alexandria

June 27, 2020 at 10:28 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

In the courtyard of the Royal Alexandria Hotel
she sat
the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis
on a late June evening in 1939

Although the sands of time
In various hourglasses
kept turning over
This way and that

The Egyptian god Thoth passed by
holding keys of Time
She saw a man named Quentin Talbot
encounter Thessalonike of Macedon
The half-sister of Alexander the Great
a couple of nights ago in the hotel ballroom

Then the scene shifted to a beach at Dunwich in Suffolk
where Thessalonike was about to sacrifice Quentin
to the old Celtic gods
on a June evening in 2020.

Dracul Van Helsing arrived to save Quentin
from being sacrificed
The next thing Atargatis knew
was she saw Van Helsing
making out with her own daughter Semiramis
In the upper bedroom
Of a Dunwich pub and inn.

Seated in an armchair and holding a spectral glass of spectral red wine
And watching the mortal-immortal sexual encounter on the bed
Was the ghost of Orson Welles
Who said,
Being a peep and watching this makes me feel like King Leer
A voyeur of some importance.

The scene vanished again
And she saw Adolf Hitler encountering Josef Stalin
In an Egyptian tomb
that had been transferred to the dungeon of Castle Dracula
in Transylvania

Hitler and Stalin were playing a chess game
For controlling America in the year 2020
The young Chinese Communist revolutionary Mao Tse-tung
dropped by
And told Hitler to use his white knight to crush a black pawn

Der Fuhrer like all racists
thought all Asians looked the same
And mistaking Mao for one of his Japanese allies
followed the future Chairman Mao’s advice

Stalin moved in for the kill
As Mao applauded
General Robert E. Lee’s battle flag of Northern Virginia
went up in flames across a map of the American south
Followed by the Stars and Stripes going up in flames
Across a map of the entire United States of America
Soon to be replaced by the Hammer and Sickle.

Atargatis leaned back on her chaise lounge as the combined scorpion and Phoenix fan above her kept her cool

A shadow fell across her.
She opened her eyes.
“Van Helsing, I presume?”
She said to the man standing alongside the chaise lounge.

Orson Welles’ ghost found himself in the Royal Alexandria Hotel courtyard
“Once again, I’m a witness… I’m a witness…”
He rang the bell alongside his chaise lounge
to summon the hotel porter to bring him a glass of red wine.

-A narrative poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday June 27th
2020.

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Saint John’s Eve

June 23, 2020 at 10:47 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The last few days had been a haze for Quentin Talbot.

He had booked a room in the Royal Alexandria Hotel in Alexandria.

He had gone downstairs to the lobby and found himself transported back in time to 1939.

There had been a ball going on in the hotel ballroom.

He had gone in and met a woman who claimed to be Thessalonike of Macedon the half-sister of Alexander the Great.

Somehow Quentin found himself aboard a ship in Alexandria’s harbour.

Thessalonike had jumped overboard and turned herself into a mermaid.

Quentin then recalled something that a London art gallery curator and art dealer named Dashwood Forrest had told him.

There was an old legend that Thessalonike of Macedon had turned into a mermaid shortly after Alexander’s death.

The ship soon found itself off the coast from the Suffolk town of Dunwich on the North Sea coast.

Dunwich had been the capital of the Kingdom of East Anglia at one time and a major international port.

Its decline began when three great storms struck the town- one in January 1286, one in February 1287 and a third in December 1287.

Most of the buildings that had been present in 13th Century Dunwich including 8 churches had disappeared with the storms.

Local legend has it that at certain tides, church bells can still be heard beneath the waves.

Tonight as the tides surged in a great storm, Quentin could hear the bells ringing beneath the waves.

Quentin soon found himself being taken off the ship by dwarf like creatures.

Unbeknownst to him, the dwarf like creatures were korrigans from the Breton region of France.

At the same time over in Rome, another group of korrigans from Britanny were exiting a wooden statue of the Baphomet on wheels inside the Vatican.

Quentin soon found himself being taken down to the beach where Thessalonike (who had since shapeshifted back into human shape) was standing in front of an altar by a huge bonfire.

Thessalonike was dressed in the robes of a Druidic priestess and holding a huge sacrificial knife.

Quentin deduced that things weren’t looking too promising for him when the korrigans tied him to the altar.

A huge black dog with large red eyes, gigantic bared teeth and shaggy black fur came and sat by the bonfire.

The dog was that infamous Hellhound of English folklore known as the Black Shuck who was said to haunt the coastline and countryside of East Anglia.

The dog started to howl.

Of course, the Black Shuck was singing a song but to Quentin’s ears, it sounded like howling.

The song the Black Shuck was singing was, How Much Is That Human Sacrifice By The Window?

Coincidentally a stained glass window of Saint Elizabeth (cousin of the Virgin Mary) holding a baby Saint John the Baptist from one of Dunwich’s 8 lost sunken ancient churches had washed up on to the shore alongside the altar.

“Welcome to Saint John’s Eve 2020,” Thessalonike smiled a sinister smile at Quentin as she raised the knife.

“British Prime Minister Boris Johnson says you’re not practicing social distancing,” Dracul Van Helsing shouted as he aimed a crossbow and hit Thessalonike in the chest with an arrow.

“Shit,” Thessalonike started bleeding like a woman in a TV commercial for an obviously unsuccessful tampon product.

She headed to the ocean and dived in turning into a mermaid.

Gurkas from British MP Renfield R. Renfield’s personal British Army Brigade started wrestling with the korrigans.

Eventually Quentin was freed and the Saint John’s Eve Dunwich Human Sacrifice for 2020 was cancelled.

Van Helsing went to a nearby pub to have several cold beers while Quentin Talbot was taken to a doctor.

Inside the pub, Van Helsing was approached by the ancient Babylonian Queen Semiramis.

“Sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong, eh, Van Helsing?”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday June 23rd
2020.

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Yaldabaoth Meets A Bake-Danuki Tanuki

June 14, 2020 at 10:33 pm (Folklore, magic, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was in Geneva Switzerland visiting a friend of his Mittendorf Lesterius who was one of the garden gnomes of Zurich.

“What’s that a statue of?” Yaldabaoth pointed towards a statue.

“That’s a bake-danuki tanuki,” the garden gnome answered as he pulled millions of Swiss francs out of his trousers and started counting it.

“A what?” Yaldabaoth asked.

“Well, a tanuki refers to a Japanese raccoon dog,” Mittendorf Lesterius explained, “The bake-danuki is a type of tanuki yokai (yokai is Japanese for supernatural beings) found in the classics and folklore and legends of Japan. Although the tanuki itself is a real existing animal, the bake-danuki of Japanese literature is a strange supernatural animal. They are able to shapeshift into other things or even people and can possess human beings. Most of the time though, this legendary tanuki the bake-danuki is reputed to be mischievous and jolly, a master of disguise and a shapeshifter, but somewhat gullible and absentminded.”

“So this statue then,” Yaldabaoth ate a bowl of Irish potatoes, “Is it a real statue or a bake-danuki tanuki in disguise?”.

“There’s one way to find out,” the garden gnome of Zurich smiled, “Pour some real Japanese sake over it.”

Mittendorf Lesterius poured sake over the statue and the statue came to life as a real bake-danuki tanuki.

The bake-danuki tanuki introduced himself as one Shogun Sake Kanasatake by name, grabbed a full bottle of sake and broke out into song,

Old comrades marching through the land
Forming steadfast and loyal friendships
Whether in need or in danger
They always hold together anew
During the attack, we will give them blow for blow
Honour and glory shall victory bring us
Let’s go, comrades, freshly reloaded (he helps himself to a 2nd bottle of sake)
This is our marching music (plays the accordion with his feet)
During the maneuver, the whole regiment accomodated
Itself in the headquarters of the nearest village house
And at the inn, there was flirting
With all the girls and especially the innkeeper’s daughter…

At that moment, a very Swiss looking gentleman wearing shorts and lederhosen approaches and shoots the bake-danuki tanuki in the buttocks.

The bake-danuki tanuki flees.

“I take it that was probably the innkeeper,” Yaldabaoth helped himself to a bottle of sake.

“You’re probably right,” the garden gnome of Zurich likewise helped himself to a bottle of sake.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday June 14th
2020.

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Mermaid’s Tears and The Ocean

May 26, 2020 at 10:33 pm (Folklore, Mythology, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

Mermaid’s Tears and The Ocean

It was but a drop in the ocean
He reflected
As he emptied a mermaid’s tear

A mermaid’s tear kept in a tiny bottle 
By an elderly aunt
Who had been given the tiny bottle as a child by her father 
And was told that what appeared to be a tear inside was a mermaid’s tear 

That elderly aunt had passed away 
a few weeks ago 
And the bequest given to him
Was he was to take the bottle 
And empty the tear back into the ocean
So that somehow the mermaid’s tear 
Would be reunited with its owner

A drop in the ocean it was 
And the mermaid’s tear quickly disappeared in the surging tide

Sail away, sail away oh mermaid’s tear 
Among the currents and ebbs of the sea 
And return to the eye that shed thee
Considered but a drop in the ocean 
In this eternity

He turned and there standing on the beach 
Was a friend of his
The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka

She looked at him,
How kind of you to return a mermaid’s tear to the sea
She kissed him
And they embraced 

Seeing the sight 
from distant ocean waves
Mermaids wept
… tears of joy

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 26th
2020.

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Morrigan In Cornwall

May 21, 2020 at 10:50 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mythology, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Morrigan In Cornwall

Along the cliffs she walked 
While a raven flew by
Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war 
Beneath where she walked was the surging tide 
watery grave of many a sailor that died 
Behind her was wood of ancient fallen tree
Cast over these cliffs in storm that shattered tranquility 

These were the shores of Cornwall wild 
where wild desolate moors and cliffs of smugglers’ coves beguiled 
Not far from here was the Arthurian legend born
A brief ray of hope in a land forlorn 

Far far north of here were the mists of Avalon
Where the Arthurian sun set after Arthur was gone 
Now this land along with the world was pandemic bound 
So here far from eerie silence of death was bird cry and raging surf sound 

Like many immortals from ancient pantheons Morrigan returned to walk the earth 
when guns of August 1914 heralded a bloody rebirth 
A century of war 
and blood galore
Fascism, Nazism and Communism 
A three headed cobra with deadly fangs it bore 
Never far from human hearts the poison surged to the planet’s very core 

And now Mother Earth itself was filled with hate
A virus arose of deadly destiny and most fatal of fate 
Floods and cyclones now arose in the midst of May 
Were earthquakes now on the way neath skies so gray?

And war itself may not be far behind
That fiery red horse so insidiously unkind
Ares was still stomping his feet 
waiting for Morrigan to pick up the beat

-A poem and vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Thursday May 21st
2020.

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Tales of 3 Cities and A World Gone Mad

May 17, 2020 at 10:45 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Tales of 3 Cities and A World Gone Mad

There were reports of a mermaid seen leaping up and down from the waters of the River Seine in Paris while a fire breathing black horse was seen galloping along its banks.

A pirate ship had allegedly appeared on the Tiber River in Rome flying the Jolly Roger flag of a skull and bones.

The pirate claimed to be named Baldassarre Cossa.

An Italian historian told BBC News that Baldassarre Cossa was a Cardinal who became the antipope John XXIII in 1410.

John XXIII was a Pisa based claimant to the Papacy opposed to Antipope Benedict XIII (an Avignon based claimant to the Papacy) and Pope Gregory XII (a Rome based claimant to the Papacy).

The Council of Constance was called in 1413 and asked that all 3 claimants should abdicate so that a new Pope could be elected ending the schism.

Pope Martin V was elected ending what history calls the Western Schism.

The Antipope John XXIII (Baldassarre Cossa) had once been a pirate in his younger days.

And now a pirate ship was sailing down the Tiber with someone claiming to be Baldassarre Cossa.

The pirate ship passed by several floating wooden statues of the Inca earth mother goddess Pachamama.

Meanwhile on the empty streets of New York City (where the only person present was New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo who was selling hot dogs to the demon Moloch and some of his demon friends) a black panther (the actual cat and not the comic book and movie character) was walking down the street.

There were reports from some NYC policemen that the black panther had turned herself into a beautiful young woman with a Serbian accent who identified herself as Irena Dubrovna and was seeking directions to the Central Park Zoo.

A film historian told CNN’s Anderson Cooper that Irena Dubrovna was also the name of a character who appeared in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur directed film The Cat People about a young Serbian female fashion illustrator of that name said to be able to shapeshift into a black panther.

“The whole world is going insane,” thought the immortal queen Semiramis who was listening to all these strange X-Files like news reports on the radio.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher 
Sunday May 17th
2020.

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Renfield and The French Femme Fatale

May 11, 2020 at 10:46 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Renfield and The French Femme Fatale

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was lying in bed when suddenly a beautiful young looking red haired woman wearing a red lingerie slip entered his bedroom.

“Bonjour, Monsieur,” the woman smiled at him.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle,” Renfield answered always happy to practice his French anywhere he could.

The woman got into bed with him and gave him a French lesson he’d never forget.

The next morning when he got up, she was gone.

He noticed a PPE medical mask lying on top of his dresser with a note attached that said:

“I know you don’t like wearing these since Neo-Marxist totalitarians are always telling people to wear them but please wear one for me when you go outside today, Monsieur.

Affectionately yours,
your petite 
Marie-Morgane.”

Her name must be Marie-Morgane, Renfield deduced.

After he had showered and shaved and breakfasted, Renfield put on the PPE medical mask and went downstairs.

Waiting for him down at the bottom of the stairs was world famous London dominatrix Sherrielock Holmes who was also the Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering For Set Enterprises.

That morning, Sherrielock had received an emergency text message from Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol.

“Where do you think you’re going wearing that PPE medical mask?” Sherrielock asked him.

“Out!” Renfield replied.

“Clang!” The frying pan Sherrielock was holding in her hand came down on top of his head.

“Don’t worry, you’ll thank me for this,” Sherrielock tore the mask off Renfield’s face and threw it outside.

A mermaid riding a fire breathing black horse could be seen outside the window of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal mansion.

A look of extreme disappointment appeared on the mermaid’s face as the mask (devoid of Renfield) blew away in the wind.

When Renfield awakened moaning on the floor later, Sherrielock, who was opening up a can of tuna in the kitchen, called out, “I just saved you from one deadly piece of tail.”

. . .

The Norse mother earth goddess Jord was meeting with the Inca mother earth goddess Pachamama in Paris.

“So, then, it’s agreed?” Pachamama asked Jord.

“It is,” Jord ate some lutefisk with her glass of champagne, “My son Thor says he’s willing to help as well.”

“Where is Thor at the moment?” Pachamama asked.

“He’s currently in northern Syria helping Ares the Greek god of war nurse a major hangover,” Jord replied.

. . .

Pope Francis was reading the latest report on how very few public Masses were now being said across the world.

He smiled.

He had been very successful in his mission.

Of course he couldn’t have done it without the help of George Soros, Bill Gates, Jeffrey Sachs, the People’s Republic of China and Bono.

The pontiff looked out the window and noticed birds of a feather flocking together on an adjacent rooftop.

It was a murder of crows.

But instead of having crows’ heads, the midnight black birds had heads of tiny black snakes.

Pope Francis turned out the lights and went to bed.

Where he had a nightmare of people not social distancing and Raquel Welch dancing on top of a table while Marcello Mastroianni applauded.

“Heterosexual relationships,” Francis cried out in anguish, “It’s the end of the world.”

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Monday May 11th
2020.

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A Mermaid Rides A Fire Breathing Black Horse

May 10, 2020 at 10:53 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mythology, News, Sorcery, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

A Mermaid Rides A Fire Breathing Black Horse

Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol was walking down a Berlin street carrying out proper social distancing with members of the Berlin Police Force as they examined the dead bodies of several masked men.

Whitstable when he awaited the coroner’s report into each death suspected the same cause as had been happening in cities all over the world with masked men being found dead in the street.

The cause of death was suffocation from the mask and it was obvious from marks and various injuries on the bodies that each man had struggled to take off the mask which they were unable to do.

There were also reports from various eye witnesses looking out the windows of their houses or apartments or masked women walking the street that each masked man had been approached by a mermaid riding a fire breathing black horse.

Other investigations revealed that before each man (who was usually single) walked out on the street wearing a mask, he had called a friend or relative saying that he had just had the most realistic dream- where an enchantingly beautiful young woman with copper reddish blonde hair had entered his bed and made love to him.

Whitstable gathered that the woman (who had appeared to the men in the realistic dream) was all human from the descriptions the soon to be dead from being suffocated wearing masked men had told their friends.

The mermaid riding the breathing fire through its nostrils black horse was likewise described as being enchantingly beautiful and having copper reddish blonde hair.

However in the case of the rider, it was the upper torso, arms and head which was female human while the bottom part was lower fish with tail.

Whitstable had received a report of a mermaid riding a fire breathing black horse once last year.

In the Bay of Douarnenez just off Brittany’s western Atlantic coast, a mermaid riding a fire breathing black horse was seen rising from the sea just before 18:20 CEST on April 15th 2019.

What Whitstable found significant about the time was that was the exact same moment that fire broke out beneath the roof of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris just slightly over a year ago.

Talking to a professor of mythology and folklore at Oxford University this evening, Whitstable was able to obtain information that might be helpful.

The mermaid and the nocturnal succubus woman (who slept with the men in the realistic dream) were probably one and the same person- Princess Dahud the daughter of Gradlon the King of Kernev (a territory in southern Brittany) and a northern Queen and enchantress named Malgven.

Malgven just happened to have owned a black horse named Movarc’h who breathed fire through his nostrils as he galloped along.

Malgven died at sea shortly after giving birth to Dahud.

Gradlon had built his daughter Dahud a city by the sea called Ker-Is.

Gradlon made the city his new capital but became a recluse in it listening to the sermons of a holy monk who occasionally visited him- a holy monk who became known to history as Saint Guenole.

Dahud soon became the de facto ruler of the city of Ker-Is because of her father’s reclusiveness.

The city under Dahud became a centre of debauchery and perversion, iniquity and vice (the sort of city that would be loved by today’s media, cultural and entertainment elites).

Princess Dahud was the most depraved of all.

She ate and drank to excess all day (resembling a female movie star or female musician celebrity after a couple of years of stardom).

She also took a new lover every night (the sort of woman who’d be considered an ideal candidate as Joe Biden’s Democratic Party Vice-Presidential running mate).

In the morning, she’d give her now discarded male lover a mask (ostensibly to leave the castle unnoticed and to protect his identity in the daylight).

However the mask was an enchanted bewitched mask that suffocated the wearer and each morning another dead body was thrown into the sea.

According to different versions of the legend, the city of Ker-Is was destroyed either by divine judgement or machinations of the Devil (possibly both).

King Gradlon tried to escape the sinking city (engulfed by rising sea waters) along with his daughter Dahud by riding Morvac’h.

However the horse struggled through the pounding and raging sea waves.

A voice from Heaven told King Gradlon that the weight of Dahud’s numerous sins was weighing the horse down.

It was then that the Devil leapt out of the sea and grabbed Dahud turning her into a mermaid and one of his servants.

So while King Gradlon and Morvac’h made it to shore safely, his now fishy daughter Dahud and the city of Ker-Is went beneath the waves of the sea.

The Oxford mythologist and folklorist told Whitstable that while no one knew what happened to Morvac’h after King Gradlon’s death, the fire breathing black horse must have somehow wound up in the possession of Dahud (after all Morvac’h had originally belonged to Dahud’s mother the northern Queen and enchantress named Malgven).

So last year, Dahud in mermaid form had risen from the Bay of Douarnenez riding the fire breathing black horse Morvarc’h and Notre-Dame Cathedral had almost become totally engulfed in flames.

What about the city of Ker-Is itself?

The Oxford folklorist’s answer of an old Breton proverb chilled Whitstable to the bone, “When Ker-Is rises again, Paris will be consumed.”

Whitstable put in an emergency phone call to French President Emmanuel Macron.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Sunday May 10th
2020.


Princess Dahud as she appears in full human form in today’s world.

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Marmalade Montague: Birth of A Legend

April 21, 2020 at 10:04 pm (Comedy, Entertainment, Folklore, Humour, News, Poetry, Science-Fiction, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Marmalade Montague: Birth of A Legend

In a bakery in Paris 
were posters of the mummy Kharis
Who appeared in 1940s mummy movies 
“Cause Imhotep wasn’t of the jazz Swing era groovies”

The bakery was owned by Marmalade Montague 
At the end of the street or in French “la rue”

Marmalade was an eccentric gent 
And because of the Covid-19 lockdown couldn’t pay the rent 
So into the gutter he was thrown
Getting up, he made a moan 

Inside Marmalade something snapped
opening up a genius untapped 
So into the Paris catacombs he descended 
and ran past ancient pipes all upended 
When he emerged again 
he carried a hen
and wore a silver wig
while his lips munched upon a fig

He was dressed from head to toe in Louis XIV era attire
So it was a good thing that his pants weren’t on fire 
He proclaimed to empty streets 
devoid of all and no words of greets
“I am Marmalade Montague court scientist to the Court of Louis Quatorze”
“So I say to you, Paris, open your doors”

But no doors opened and Marmalade Montague went back to the catacombs 
A world of poor reception for many smart phones 
For Marmalade Montague had gone mad
If he had any friends, they might have felt sad 
But as it was Marmalade had gone from good to bad.

And on this April day a legend was born 
In a world that was by a virus torn
No Sacrifice of the Mass was being said 
Masons hoped to make of Notre Dame a temple of lead
And in Rome, the ex-Vicar of Christ was flaming Bolshevik red 

Marmalade Montague had ceased to be a baker 
In his mind he had become a Louis Quatorze court alchemist faker 
And the world would never again be the same
Although the mainstream media would continue to be lame.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 21st 2020.

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A Banyan Tree Grows On The Moon

March 29, 2020 at 11:10 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, love, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

A Banyan Tree Grows On The Moon

Walking the streets of Honolulu in 1946
Was Los Angeles private eye Carson Cody Albion 
He was on vacation 
After having solved the mysterious case of the Blue Velvet Dandelion
back in LA 

He walked through some of the crafts shops in the city 
He noticed one belonging to a man who made ships in a bottle
Carson entered the store and looked around
He noticed one ship in a bottle that attracted his attention

“What ship is this?” Albion asked the craftsman
“The Santa Maria,” the craftsman replied 
“The Santa Maria?” Carson looked at the ship in the bottle, “That was Christopher Columbus’ flagship in 1492 on his journey to the New World wasn’t it?”
“That’s right,” the craftsman nodded.
“I’ll take it,” Albion paid the craftsman 

He walked out of the store and on to the avenue
An elderly Hawaiian woman was at a stand selling coconuts 
The private eye looked at the coconuts but wasn’t hungry at the moment 
So he didn’t buy.

“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” the coconut woman shouted after him.
“What?” Albion walked back to her.
“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” she repeated.
“Oh, okay,” Albion figured that the woman had been adding too much rum to her coconut milk 
and decided to continue walking 

“What are you planning to do with that ship in a bottle that’s in your shopping bag?” The woman asked him.
Albion wondered how she knew there was a ship in a bottle in his shopping bag
However he answered, “I don’t know”.

“Here’s a small piece of Kapa cloth,” the woman handed him just that,
“Take this pen and write on it what I have told you, “A Banyan tree grows on the moon”. Then put the Kapa cloth with the message in the bottle alongside the ship and throw it in the ocean where the waves will carry it where it may.”

It was a strange request but Albion felt compelled to comply
That night as the Hawaiian moon shone bright on the shore and sands, he threw the bottle with the ship, Kapa cloth and message into the ocean.

It was a late March night in 2020
The streets of London were deserted because of the countrywide lockdown over the Coronavirus 
but Dracul Van Helsing had a paper signed by Boris Johnson
granting him permission to walk the streets
To rid the city of any evil nocturnal creatures 

As Dracul walked along the banks of the Thames
He noticed a small bottle floating close to the shore
The vampire hunter picked it up
It appeared to be very old 
And it almost had the appearance of having travelled all over the world 
How did it wind up here on the Thames? he wondered.

He looked inside the bottle 
He recognized the ship as being the Santa Maria
He pulled out the small piece of Kapa cloth and noticed the message on it

“A Banyan tree grows on the moon,” Dracul read aloud.

He went back to his London apartment 
Carrying the ship in the bottle and its message with him
He went inside the room he used as an office 
And saw this vision

“Who are you?” Dracul asked.

“I am Mahina the Hawaiian and Polynesian goddess of the moon”

The woman answered.

-A narrative poem 
and vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Sunday March 29th
2020.

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