Reblog of Hyperion Zen: Notes From Afar

September 30, 2019 at 9:25 pm (Commentary, Culture, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays, Philosophy) (, , )

Here’s an excellent blog post written by my friend Daniel.

Notes From Afar

The strong riding crop of reason applied to the buttocks of imbecility, as Bela Lugosi would say, “What music they make.”

Dracul Van Helsing, daraculvanhelsing.wordpress.com

Sherrielock Holmes
Image by Eleine.com

For several years, Dracul, Sherrie, and I were a Triumvirate of Zen; prescient in our views, wise in our diverse experiences in life, and dear close friends. Dracul comes from a deep Zen of tutelage from his intellectual father and carries on that tradition as a Sage of Geopolitical and Religious satire.

Sherrie was raised as a jungle native of Sarawak, living a pure and natural life until civilization found her and embarked her on a journey in life she could never have imagined as a child in loin cloth spearfishing with a bow and arrow she made herself. She has the most ancient soul I have come to know with a wisdom of The Path (Dao) greater than any…

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Tagged For Happiness

September 29, 2019 at 10:46 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Music, music videos, Personal essays) (, , )

Tagged For Happiness

I’ve been tagged for happiness by Jessica:

Home

Let’s keep looking at the bright side of life.

I’m tagging Daniel

https://returnofdragons.wordpress.com/

and Sherry

https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com/

Rules:

1. Each Thursday, Beckie will pick a theme (Naturally something positive).

2. She will therefore tag two bloggers to continue the themed positive message along.

3. You the recipient of the tag can select anyway you want to share this positivity (Example Quote, Affirmation, Music Video, Memes, Pictures etc. as long as it sticks to the theme).

4. Please create a ping back to the original post 

“POP!” Pop of Positivity Share

as well as notifying your tagged bloggers that you have selected them.

For the theme of Happiness, I will be sharing two videos.

The videos are on the subject of joy.

Joy is actually something somewhat different from happiness.

Joy is something you can suddenly experience even in the midst of despair.
-Amadeus Emanon

The above is a quote from Amadeus Emanon one of the characters in my vampire novel that he made many years ago.

For a full explanation on what is the difference between joy and happiness, I suggest reading C.S. Lewis’ book Surprised By Joy.

For a brief explanation, I would say joy is something that is bestowed supernaturally.

Happiness is generally dependent on the physical world and one’s surroundings (people and places).

Ever since my dad died from cancer back in June 2010 and I developed clinical depression as a result, happiness has been something difficult to find on a daily basis.

But in the years since my dad died, I have experienced joy.

Joy is something that is bestowed as a blessing from an external force or what I would say as a blessing from an external person (let Star Wars keep its force. Electricity is a force but it is not a person). That external person being God.

Here then are the songs that for me express joy and give me joy:

Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring

Fairest Lord Jesus

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Sunshine Blogger Award In The Middle of A Snow Storm

September 28, 2019 at 10:57 pm (Life, Personal essays) (, )

Sunshine Blogger Award In The Middle of A Snow Storm

Gene Tierney: And now the winner of the award for Best Sunshine Blogger Performance In A Snow Storm is…. Mr. Dracul Van Helsing!

As the city where I live is about to be hit by a major snowstorm this weekend, my friend Jessica has nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award.

Jessica’s blog can be found here:
https://jessicaelarsen.com 

Thanks, Jessica. 🙂

The ghost of Orson Welles toasts Jessica.

Award rules:

1) Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them
(thanks Jessica! and I have provided the link above)

2) List the rules and display an award logo on your post. (I am currently listing the rules now and I shall display the logo down below)

3) Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you (I shall do so down below)

4) Nominate 11 new bloggers to receive the award and notify them by commenting on their posts 

5) Ask the nominees 11 new questions

Questions as asked by Jessica:

1) If your life was a novel, what would the title be?

Answer: The Moving Finger Writes and Having Writ, Moves On

2) If you could choose anyone in the world to lead your country, who would it be?

Answer: Renfield R. Renfield the British MP who’s a character in my vampire novel.

He’s the only one I can think of who can truly handle the times we’re living in.

3) What is one thing that you’ve never eaten that you’d like to try?

Answer: Roast pterodactyl 

4) What is the strangest food that you’ve ever eaten?

Chocolate covered locusts (they might have tasted better with wild honey since Saint John the Baptist lived on locusts and wild honey) 

5) If you could have a romantic getaway with one person for a weekend (imagine you’re single, celebrities allowed) who would it be?

Answer: Actress Rita Hayworth (real name Margarita Carmen Cansino) on a romantic weekend sometime back in the early 1940s

Actress Rita Hayworth is my favourite actress of all time. And my most passionate celebrity crush.

I’d loved to have spent a romantic weekend with her during her heyday of the decade of the 1940s.

I can picture at the end of the romantic weekend with her, her husband actor and director Orson Welles walking in, seeing the two of us together, pulling out a revolver (that he had borrowed from actor Humphrey Bogart) and shooting me dead.

And Dooley Wilson (the actor who played Sam in the 1942 movie Casablanca) would play the piano and sing the song As Time Goes By at my funeral.

And Orson Welles would deliver the eulogy at my funeral, “This was the noblest Casanova of them all…”

6) What was the darkest movie or novel that you’ve ever fallen in love with?

Answer: The Wolfman 1941 with Claude Rains, Lon Chaney Jr. and Evelyn Ankers

7) What’s your dream date?

With a beautiful woman (the unknown woman of my dreams) on a beach on a South Seas island on a moonlit evening under palm and coconut trees

8) Would you ever consider being one of the first humans to go to Mars knowing that you could never return to Earth?

No. 

9) Most memorable birthday?

My 16th.

My parents took me to dinner and a show at a dinner theatre.

We had the table right in front of the stage.

The star of the play was actor Werner Klemperer who played Col. Klink in the TV show Hogan’s Heroes.

When the show was over, I waited around to get his autograph.

He gave me an autographed photo that he signed “To Christopher” when I told him my name.

“Yes,” he said, “Christopher, I noticed you sitting in the front there. You seemed to be watching and observing everything in the play very intently. Are you going to be a playwright yourself? You seem to have the look and gaze of a playwright-director about you.”

I hadn’t thought of that at the time.

In my last year of University, I did think of becoming a screenplay writer and film director like my hero Orson Welles.

But my mother was having none of that.

She wanted me to become a lawyer which was the profession she decided for me since I was very young.

She arranged to have me thrown off a local TV show I appeared in to ensure that I wouldn’t go into show business and have me become a lawyer instead like she desired.

The end result of course was I wound up a newspaper reporter – a career neither one of us really wanted.

10) Who inspires you the most in the world?
My dad did when he was alive.
And my other inspiration is C.S. Lewis through his writings.

11) What is one of your favourite quotes?

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

. . .

I tag anyone who wants to answer my questions.

And for my questions, I will use Jessica’s questions above because I think they were very good questions.

-A Sunshine Blogger 
acceptance post
written by Christopher
The Evenings of 
Friday September 27th
and
Saturday September 28th
2019.

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Sherry and The Unicorn

September 15, 2019 at 10:55 pm (Commentary, Folklore, History, Inspiration, Life, love, magic, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural) (, , )

Sherry and The Unicorn

The golden colours of autumn
Shone brightly around the hills and trees
As Sherry set out from her beautiful rustic old farmstead and grounds

Autumn was her favourite time of year she reflected 
As a cool autumn breeze blew gently through her dark hair

Sherry loved to go on evening walks 
Sometimes alone
Or with her dog 
Or one of her children 

Tonight she was alone 
Alone to contemplate 
And silently communicate with both God and Nature
Which was one of her favourite past times 
Contemplating and communicating with both God and Nature

She set out on the path
That would take her along the river
And by the woods

In her eyes both peace and sadness
Peace from communicating with God and nature 
Sadness from the night her nearly 3 year old daughter died from pneumonia 
In her arms 
On the night when the worst March snowstorm of the century hit Western Europe 
And ambulances were unable to get through the snow drifts 
To reach the farm stead 
And rush the girl to hospital

Sherry gave the impression of one who had lived a thousand lives
For her eyes seemed to reflect the wisdom of one who had

She had been born in the Malaysian province of Sarawak
On the island of Borneo
Through her veins flowed the blood of the Iban 
Who were the famed Head Hunters of Borneo
Whose exploits and ferocity 
Were the stuff of folk lore 
But were now a gentle and loving people 
Since the light of Christ had been brought to them

Also the blood of the Malay flowed through her veins
The people who gave Malaysia its name

On her father’s side she had both Chinese and Japanese ancestry 
For her paternal grandfather and paternal grandmother had a Romeo and Juliet style love story
But one with a happy ending

Her grandfather was Japanese 
Having been born into a noble Japanese Samurai family 
Of one of the many Samurai clans that existed throughout Japan
And still existed prior to Gen. MacArthur’s governorship of the country in the post-World War II years

Now those mighty Samurai clans existed only in history books and ancestral family stories 
And of course Hollywood and Japanese films 

But her grandfather a noble Samurai knight 
Had fallen in love with a Chinese woman
In a time period when the Samurai clans had fallen under the sway of Tojo
And an extreme militaristic form of Shintoism 
Whose Japanese master race theories about Japanese racial superiority among Asians
Were matching Hitler’s German racial superiority theories about 
German racial superiority 
Among the peoples of Europe 

So it would not do for a Japanese samurai knight 
To fall in love with a Chinese woman
And worse still as far as his family and clan 
were concerned-
He wanted to marry her!

Keep her as a kept woman if you must 
His immediate male family members told him
But do not, under any circumstances, marry her.

But this noble Samurai knight was truly noble by nature 
And not noble in name only.
He married the woman he loved-
A woman of China!

The result was the the pronouncement of a Japanese Samurai clan’s equivalent 
Of an Iranian ayatollah’s fatwa-
A death edict for both the Samurai 
And his bride!

The couple fled as far away from the reach of the Samurai clans as they could get
To the island of Borneo!

And many years later Sherry was born
The granddaughter of these star-crossed lovers

Sherry was teased as a child
Because the village because of the darkness of her eyes 
Thought her the reincarnation 
Of the River serpent woman
Who haunted her village and family folklore
A great great great grandmother several generations back in her Iban family tree 
Who had a human body for the top part 
But a serpent body for the bottom part of her body

It was said the River serpent woman 
had extremely dark eyes
And Sherry had the darkest eyes of any female currently living in her family

But that was Sherry’s past
And the sights of autumn and deer
And rabbits and squirrels was Sherry’s present

The unicorn sat down in the clearing of the woods
A magical and enchanting creature 
In an age where the only magic and enchanting were done by dark beings
And therefore magical enchanting creatures of God were rarely seen

Of course the Unicorn being an essentially shy creature preferred it this way
Being able to walk the woods and hills freely without being gaped at by other creatures
Particularly those creatures with 2 arms and 2 legs and ten fingers and 10 toes who seemed to be particularly fond of gaping 
Particularly those who carried those annoying little objects in their hands
And were always emitting flashes of light at themselves 
Particularly as they stood alongside other creatures 

The unicorn looked up 
And then paused
For one of those creatures 
He was just thinking about
Was standing on the other side of the River 
And looking at him.

The unicorn thought about turning to run
He turned its gaze back to the creature
And the creature did something odd for this type of creature 
Instead of getting closer to get a better look at him
The creature sat down on the banks of the River 
And just looked 

Not an annoying look either 
Just a contemplative look 
It was not eying the Unicorn either for dinner or emitting a flash 
From an object in its hand 
Just a gentle look 
A look that seemed to acknowledge 
The Unicorn as a fellow subject 
Rather than an object to be simply gaped at
For the sake of gaping 

The creature on the other side of the River then smiled at the Unicorn
That was it!
A simple smile
It seemed to be a kind smile 
The Unicorn thought
Not a nasty or self-absorbed smile
That too often seemed to accompany the countenance
Of creatures like these

For some reason the Unicorn felt inclined to cross the River 
On the other bank now 
As the Unicorn stood 
He noticed the creature with the kind smile 
Had still not made any movement towards it-
The Unicorn.

The Unicorn approached and bowed its head and horn within inches of the creature with the kind smile 
The creature with the kind smile gently patted his head and horn 
And smiled some more.
The Unicorn gave the creature its own kind smile 
And walked back across the River and then into the woods from whence it came.

When she returned home, some of her children called out to Sherry,
“Did you have a good walk, Mom?”.

“Yes, I did,” Sherry nodded as she took off her coat, “A very good walk.”

“Did you see anything?” The children asked.

“Yes,” Sherry smiled, “I saw some deer. And some rabbits and a squirrel.”

Sherry put her finger to her lips and mused aloud, “And let’s see. What else did I see?”.

Then she thought some more and then smiled, “Oh yes. And I saw a Unicorn.”

“Oh, Mom!” The children giggled and laughed.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday September 15th
2019.

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Great Quote From A Great Author- Sherry Valerie Hilles

July 21, 2019 at 10:59 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays) ()

Great Quote From A Great Author- Sherry Valerie Hilles

Every so often one comes across a great quote that is truly inspirational.

And such great quotes are often found in the writing of my friend and fellow writer Sherry Valerie Hilles.

Sometimes when I read great quotes from someone whom I’ve never heard about or read about or don’t know personally, I sometimes wonder to myself, does this person actually walk the walk or just talk the talk in their quote of profound wisdom.

Well having known Sherry for 9 years (although we have never met in person) since I first ran into her at the Xanga blogging site back in 2011, I knew when I read this quote that the person making it does walk the walk.

I actually have been having a horrendous time in my life since my dad died back in June 2010.

Most of the money of my dad’s Estate dwindled away through the efforts of an incompetent (or possibly crooked) Estate lawyer.
I had moved to Vancouver from Edmonton in 2012 because I was hoping to take a course in Film Directing and Screenplay Writing at the Vancouver Film School (which along with the UCLA Film School in Los Angeles and Ryerson College in Toronto is one of the top 3 film schools in North America) and become a film director and screenplay writer like my hero Orson Welles.

I had received permission from the Executor of my dad’s Estate to receive a preliminary payout of $40,000 from my dad’s Estate to pay for my move to Vancouver and pay my rent out there for the next couple of years.

The Estate lawyer then dragged out the settling of my Dad’s Estate (which had already been dragging on for 2 years) for another 2 years until May 2014 and by that time he had charged such high fees for basically doing nothing that when the Estate was finally settled, I received only a pittance of what I was supposed to get (thus ending my dream of attending the Vancouver Film School).

And of course the rent in Vancouver kept going up radically and drastically every year (Vancouver has the most expensive rental and housing market in all of Canada)

If it had been a normal rental market, I could probably have had enough from the pittance I did get from the Estate for both rent and food for the next 4 years.

But by January 2016, the rent on my Vancouver apartment had increased at loan shark interest rates percentages from the time I had first moved there in October 2012.

I started to search for a job and six months later in June 2016, I managed to land one.

It was a telemarketing job and it lasted only 3 days since I hadn’t made a sale in those 3 days (probably because I never had any previous telemarketing experience).

The landlord had granted me a month’s extension to stay (since I was a month’s overdue in paying rent) when he found out I finally had a job.

But now that was gone.

I really had no friends in Vancouver (like most writers, I am a tremendous personal introvert) and what was I to do?

I was becoming increasingly suicidal and having all sorts of negative thoughts.

I thought of throwing myself from my balcony the day before I was to be formally evicted from my apartment (which was some date in July 2016).

The only words of encouragement I was getting during that time was my friends and fellow writers Sherry in Germany and Daniel in the U.S. state of Alabama.

Sherry in particular was sending me emails every day and leaving encouraging comments on my blog posts.

Even though I had never really spoken too much publicly about being suicidal at that time, I found out later that Sherry thought that I was.

She had apparently spent much of the time of those critical months of June and July 2016 walking to a nearby church and lighting a candle for me and spending a couple of hours in intense prayer for me (she had told me this later).

In mid-July 2016, the thought did occur to me to return to my home province of Alberta as Alberta did have a better social welfare net system than did British Columbia (particularly under its then Milton Friedmanesque neo-conservative so-called Liberal Premier Christy Clark).

A day after I had that thought, I ran into a sometimes acquaintance I knew in Vancouver.

I told him my problems and he gave me the money for a one way Greyhound bus ticket to Calgary.

So I had to fit what I could of my belongings into the only 3 suitcases I had (so it wasn’t very much) on July 20th 2016 (the thought just hit me now that’s 3 years ago yesterday -just the day before Sherry had posted that quote that you’ll read below) and leave Vancouver for Calgary.

The result of that was I ended up living in a homeless shelter in Calgary from July 2016 to February 2017.

By February 2017, I was finally able to get on social assistance and was able to get into a low income community housing program.

During the time I was homeless, it was Sherry’s encouraging emails that helped me though (I went to the public library every day to use their public computers to read my emails and also write and post my vampire novel chapters each day).

Sherry herself is a very remarkable woman. 

She was born and raised in the Malaysian province of Sarawak on the island of Borneo.

In her mid-teens she won a scholarship to attend Cambridge University in England.

So at the age of 17, she left home to move to England and study at Cambridge.

She later moved to London where she lived for awhile.

She then moved to Germany where she still currently resides.

She has published two gothic novels on Amazon. One is called The Devil’s Promises and the other book is called The Fallen.

She currently lives in a beautiful farmhouse not far from a lovely and tranquil Bavarian village with her 7 children (although I think her eldest daughter is away from home attending University) and her animals- a dog, a cat and a goat.

Here is her profound quote:

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With Versatility Comes The Versatile Blogger Award

April 30, 2019 at 7:59 pm (Life) ()

Jessica recently nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award.

Thank you, Jessica. ☺

Her blog can be found at https://jessicaelarsen.com

Jessica writes on a variety of topics including life experiences, her travels and also posts the occasional short story.

I heartedly recommend her blog.

WHAT IS THE VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD?

The Versatile Blogger Award was created to celebrate blogs who have unique content, strong writing, and beautiful images or photographs.

RULES

-Thank the person who gave you the award.

-Include a link to their blog.

-Select 7 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.

-Nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.

-Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

I’M FORWARDING THIS AWARD TO:

https://highwaybloggery.com
https://annieasksyou.com
https://whenanintrovertspeaks.home.blog
https://thebookofjess.wordpress.com/blog
https://sarejess.wordpress.com
https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com
https://nicholasrossis.wordpress.com

7 THINGS ABOUT ME

1. I prefer reading books in print rather than e-formats such as Kindle.

2. I’m not much of a sports fan.

3. Most of my favourite films/movies are from the decade of the 1940s.
I absolutely love that decade when it comes to movies.

4. I enjoy listening to Baroque, Renaissance and classical music.

5. My favourite fictional character is Sherlock Holmes.

6. My favourite authors are William Shakespeare, the Bronte Sisters, Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Edgar Allan Poe, Dostoevsky, Cervantes and J.K. Rowling.

7. I long to visit the South Seas Island that often shows up in my dreams.
Of course it would help if I knew which island it was.
It just appears there in my dreams.

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Creator of Psychic Lobsters and Harvey Tallbanger Bunny Rabbits Receives Mystery Blogger Award

April 29, 2019 at 10:25 pm (Life) ()

I’m honoured to have been nominated by Zealous Homo Sapiens for the prestigious Mystery Blogger Award.

Her blog can be found at

https://whenanintrovertspeaks.home.blog

Her blog is a mixture of amazing photos and quotes and sometimes very short (often less than 100 words) short stories.

Thank you so much for this nomination, Priya.

WHAT IS MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD?

“Mystery Blogger Award is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.”

-Okoto Enigma

Thank you, Priya, for thinking I deserve this award.

RULES:

1. Put the Award Logo/Image On Your Blog.

Okay that right there is a problem since my ability to figure out html on my blog amounts to nil.

The listings at the top of my WP Blog Edit Page might very well be Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics as far as I’m concerned.

In fact, they very well could be ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and I haven’t really noticed that yet.

It was only recently a few years back that I managed to figure out how to properly use the Add Media button to put photos on my blog.

No doubt my readers George F. and Hyperion are very grateful for that since they seem to be very ardent admirers of the photos I use. 😂

So just like my character Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster is taught to visualize before he arrives (telepathically speaking) at the remote viewing spying location he’s supposed to be at, I ask my readers to visualize a Mystery Blogger Award Logo appearing at the top of my page.

No doubt what a Mystery Blogger Award Logo looks like will appear to be a great mystery to most of my readers when they find out that their visualization techniques are not on a par with Michelangelo’s (which explains why Michelangelo works at Set Enterprises a scientific research and development firm in London, England owned by a billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire and they don’t).

However perhaps it is appropriate that a Mystery Blogger Award Logo should be a mystery. 😄

2. List the Rules.

My character British MP Renfield R. Renfield informs me that’s what I’m currently doing.

3. Thank the creator of the award and provide a link as well.

My character the concert pianist and musician Amadeus Emanon notes that I did that in the first paragraph of this blog post.

4. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself (I will do that a little later).

5. Nominate 10 to 20 people (I will do that later).

6. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog (I likewise will do that later).

7. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (does it have to be just one?) 😉

3 THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. I have two godchildren whom I’ve never met in person.
One is a goddaughter named Nyssa who lives in Delhi, India and the other is a godson named Joshua who lives in Port Elizabeth, South Africa.

2. If I could have been any person in history, I think I’d like to have been C.S. Lewis.

3. If I could have been any person in literature, I think I’d like to have been Sherlock Holmes.

PRIYA’S QUESTIONS

1. How do you give your ultimatum in an argument?

Well seeing as how I find arguments to be a waste of time, I don’t argue much.

But if I were to give an ultimatum in an argument, I’d do it with style like Clint Eastwood did in one of his films and pull out a .44 magnum and say, “All right, now you have to ask yourself, do you feel lucky today?”.

2.If you had to open up a charity, what would you name it and what would be its aim?

The Robin Williams Foundation To Combat Depression.

Named after Robin Williams the great comedic and acting genius who fought depression all his life.

Its aim would be to train and employ compassionate people who would help those who combat depression, anxiety and PTSD in their lives.

So that they wouldn’t feel alone and isolated like Robin Williams felt at the end of his life and end up taking their own lives like he did.

3. How is your best friend different from you?

As far as I know, he doesn’t talk to invisible tall bunny rabbits in public like I do.

4. Do you have a pet? If yes, then what? If no, then would you want to have one? (Tell me their names too).

No, I don’t have a pet. Although I would like to have a dog and a cat someday.

5. Sweet, savoury or spicy dishes?

Spicy.

That’s why I love Mexican, Korean, Thai and South Indian cuisine.

MY QUESTIONS

1.

If you were stranded on a desert island and the film projector you miraculously managed to rescue from your sinking ship only had 5 movies available on its reels, what 5 movies would you wish they be?

2.

What would be an ideal dinner for you?

3.

If you could have coffee with any person in history, who would it be and why?

4.

What person in literature do you wish had actually lived in reality?

5.

What type of water do you prefer to swim in? Fresh water or salt water?

I nominate:

iScriblr
AnnieAsksYou
David Redpath
TheBookOfJess7504
Sunshiny SA, Kavitha
PositiveSideOfCoin

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Harvey Tallbanger and The Artist

April 28, 2019 at 10:54 pm (Art, Arts, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Inspiration, International Intrigue, Life, love, News, painting, Romance, Spy Tales, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

The night was somewhat cool as if February had crept in to steal a backwards glance in the midst of a late April evening.

And Liam Van Stope carried his work with him as he walked from place to place.

For Liam Van Stope was an artist and the work he carried was a huge white sketchpad along with a box of pastel crayons.

There he would walk from cafe to cafe sketching and colouring the patrons and customers.

For Liam Van Stope wished that the Paris of Toulouse-Lautrec and Vincent Van Gogh would never go away.

Oblivious to the idea that the Paris of Van Gogh and Lautrec was separate from the Paris of 2019 by more than a century.

And soon the Paris of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway would likewise be separated from the contemporary Paris by a century.

And as far as the thinking of Emmanuel Macron and some of the world’s so-called leading architects goes, the Notre Dame of the ages would soon be separated by a new Notre Dame by vast millenia.

Liam Van Stope walked into Quasimodo’s Cafe an establishment named after Victor Hugo’s famous character who had carried a hunted gypsy girl across the threshold of the Notre Dame of the ages and cried “Sanctuary”.

Liam recognized Esmeralda the gypsy girl who like her namesake in Victor Hugo’s novel danced the eternal dance of the gypsies though unlike her namesake danced in this cafe on weekends and not on the streets in front of Notre Dame at night unintentionally arousing the lust of a Notre Dame archdeacon who would endeavour to bring Hell on earth instead of absolution when his lust went unrequited.

Liam ordered a cognac and looked around the cafe on this quiet Sunday evening wondering whom he could sketch.

When he first entered the cafe, he had noticed Esmeralda talking animatedly to the empty seat next to her.

Ah, Liam thought to himself, when he had seen this, that will soon be all of us one day. All of us talking to ghosts. Talking to ghosts of a Paris that will soon be found only in the history books.

Esmeralda noticed Liam sitting in the corner booth with his sketch pad open at a blank page and his sketching pencil in hand waiting to draw when the inspiration hit.

She motioned to the maitre’d and pointed in Liam’s direction.

Within minutes, the maitre’d arrived at Liam’s table with a drink in hand that looked to be partially made from orange juice.

‘Excuse me, sir,” the maitre’d said, “but Miss Esmeralda thinks you might like to drink this for inspiration.”

“What is it?” Liam asked.

“It’s called a Harvey Wallbanger, sir,” the British maitre’d working with stiff upper lip in a Parisienne cafe replied.

The maitre’d bowed and left.

Liam took a sip of the drink.

Then another.

And then another.

It was good, Liam had to admit.

The artist then noticed that sitting next to Esmeralda at the bar was a bunny rabbit.

A very tall bunny rabbit.

Probably about 6 foot 8 in height, Liam estimated.

The bunny rabbit was white in colour with big pink floppety ears and a big pink floppety tail.

He was wearing a pair of denim blue colour overalls as well as a tall black bowler hat that his big pink floppety ears were sticking through.

Liam began sketching and began applying the pastel crayons to his subject.

He had soon completed the picture.

“Excuse me, sir,” Liam walked up to the bunny rabbit, “but what is your name?”.

“Harvey Tallbanger,” the rabbit replied.

“A name that must be recorded for posterity,” Liam said as he wrote down the name.

The artist then bowed to Esmeralda and said, “Thank you for the drink.”

When he returned to his studio apartment, Liam had been doing some reflecting on his subject of Harvey Tallbanger.

There was something quixotic about that bunny rabbit, Liam thought to himself.

He went over to his palette and canvas.

He decided he would paint Harvey Wallbanger as Don Quixote.

Minus the knightly armour.

He would have Harvey wearing his denim blue coloured overalls and his bowler hat (through which his big pink floppety ears would stick through) but he’d be riding Don Quixote’s horse Rocinante and he’d have a lance in his hand and he’d be charging at the windmill atop the Moulin Rouge cabaret in the Montmartre district of Paris.

As he painted, Liam sang the theme song from the musical Man of La Mancha:

“To dream the impossible dream
to fight the unbeatable foe

To run where the brave dare not go

To reach the unreachable star…”

And with that, Liam Van Stope a dreamer painted his quixotic picture of the 6 foot 8 invisible Welsh pooka bunny rabbit Harvey Tallbanger now visible in his blue denim coloured overalls and black bowler hat (through which his big pink floppety ears stuck through) as Don Quixote riding his horse and battling the windmill atop the Moulin Rouge cabaret.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 28th
2019.


Esmeralda the gypsy: Inspiring bunny rabbits like Harvey Tallbanger
and artists like Liam Van Stope.

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Yaldabaoth On Saint Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2019 at 10:55 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Life, love, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day the same way he celebrated every other day of the year.

By drinking too much.

Yaldabaoth lay under a tree.

At his left hand, he had his pint of Guinness.

At his right, his pot of gold.

Two men, a Brussels bureaucat and a London bureaucrat walked down the middle of the field where the tree was located.

They were measuring for a hard border in case of a no-deal Brexit.

The measuring tape passed over the midpoint of Yaldabaoth’s body.

His pint of Guinness was now on one side of the border.

And his pot of gold was on the other.

The two bureaucrats came back singing and vendoring their respective wares.

“Brussels sprouts and Belgian waffles,” the EU bureaucrat cried out, “Brussels sprouts and Belgian waffles.”

“English Breakfast Tea and Cockney Kids Fish and Chips,” the London bureaucrat cried out, “English Breakfast Tea and Cockney Kids Fish and Chips.”

Yaldabaoth picked up both his pint of Guinness and his pot of gold.

No border was going to separate them.

He went to a nearby pub in the Republic of Ireland.

There he watched New York City’s Saint Patrick’s Day Parade live on TV.

The demons Baal and Baphomet were riding a New York State Democratic Party float.

Baal was eating a bucket of fried human baby fingers and a side order of fried human baby toes.

Baphomet was drinking green beer (what sort of Irish-American abomination is Green beer? Yaldabaoth thought to himself) and mooning passersby with his/her very hairy behind.

When the parade was over, Yaldabaoth walked north of the border to the graveyard of Down Cathedral in the town of Downpatrick in the province of Armagh.

There to visit Saint Patrick’s Grave.

No one was at the grave except a beautiful young woman wearing a long black dress.

The woman held a rosary in her hands.

She held up the Crucifix and said, “Oh blessed Saint Patrick, as many across the world mention your name in passing between pints of beer, I’m here to sing and praise the One you sang, praised and talked about throughout your entire life…”

The woman sang with sweet melodious voice,

“You were the Word at the beginning
One with God the Lord Most High
Your hidden glory in creation
Now revealed in You our Christ

What a beautiful Name it is
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

What a beautiful Name it is
Nothing compares to this
What a beautiful Name it is
The Name of Jesus

You didn’t want Heaven without us
So Jesus you brought Heaven down
My sin was great, your love was greater
What could separate us now

What a wonderful Name it is
Nothing compares to this
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

How sweet is your name, Lord, how good you are
Love to sing in the Name of the Lord, love to sing for you all
Death could not hold you, the veil tore before you
You silenced the boast of sin and grave
The heavens are roaring the praise of Your glory
For you are raised to life again

You have no rival, you have no equal
Now and forever, our God reigns
Yours is the Kingdom, Yours is the glory
Yours is the Name above all names

What a powerful Name it is
What a powerful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King

What a powerful Name it is
Nothing can stand against
What a powerful Name it is
The Name of Jesus Christ my King…

. . .

Yaldabaoth put down both his pint of Guinness and his pot of gold when he heard the song.

A shudder went through him.

This was obviously one powerful King that this woman was singing about.

He hoped he never got on the wrong side of this King.

He left the Guinness and the gold in the graveyard.

And walked back to the other side of the border.

He thought back to the New York City Saint Patrick’s Day Parade he had watched on TV earlier.

And thought back to Baal and Baphomet.

Where, he wondered, did they stand in relation to this King the woman sang of?

Were they on His wrong side?

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday March 17th
2019.

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Reblog of The Sailing Ship: A Poem

March 3, 2019 at 11:15 pm (Life, Literature, Poetry) (, )

Here’s a poem I wrote 3 years ago today:

Dracul Van Helsing

The Sailing Ship: A Poem

Sail ahead to distant shores when yonder morning breaks
with wind at your back, listen to the cry that the screeching seagull makes
and sail on into waters of deep crystal blue
venture forth to destinations new
It is a time when the world is wide
so beckon to the surging tide

The mast is your guide
to horizons wide
white sails against skies of blue
they’re your towers- the world to view
and take the brunt of gray skies and stormy seas too

Poseidon’s realm stretches most of the globe
the sites to be seen- what tales to be told
Dolphins and Krakens, mermaids and sirens
aquatic femme fatales- they be a bitin’
Inviting you to Davy Jones’ locker- grave of missing Titan

This is the age of true adventure
where shark makes of mate’s leg a gaping denture
Whales spout
fish about
The…

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