Night of The Blood Red Moon

July 27, 2018 at 11:00 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Night of The Blood Red Moon

The Greek Goddess Hera

“Go forth, Hermes,” Hera commanded, “and ask the Pythian sibyl high priestess of Apollo at Delphi what shall be the first sign marking the beginning of the age of sorrows that shall commence in the 2nd Coming of the Holy One born in Bethlehem of Judea.”

Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster woke up screeching in his aquarium when he heard the Pythia’s response to Hermes’ question.

. . .

Dr. Faustus Imhotep the acting head of DARPA shifted on his feet uncomfortably outside the Oval Bathroom 🚽 of the White House as Donald Trump was having a bowel movement inside and firing off the latest DARPA secret weapon – a cruise tweet- at the entire political and military leadership of Iran.

The U.S. leader then checked his incoming tweets.

“What?” The Donald cried, “Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan just told me to go fuck myself because I demanded the release of American pastor Andrew Brunson from one of those sodomite Turkish prisons where the Turkish guards have a field day. I can’t do that to myself. It isn’t long enough for one thing…”

. . .

Dr. Cadbury Rocher was examining the work of Israeli scientist Saul Kullok.

Kullok had been examining the work of British scientist Sir Isaac Newton.

Newton had apparently studied the entire Old Testament in the original Hebrew and in his book The Chronology of Ancient Kingdoms published in 1728 a year after Newton’s death in 1727, Kullok had noticed that Newton had inserted his own detailed drawings of Solomon’s original Temple in Chapter V of the Book.

Newton in the Book claimed that Solomon’s Temple was a building whose dimensions corresponded to the measurements of the cosmos and the building was constructed in an architectural code that precisely detailed the mathematical measurements of the universe.

Dr. Rocher did not know what to think of either Kullok’s or Newton’s work as he turned off his laptop where he had been reading Kullok’s essays.

However Dr. Rocher had used Newton’s detailed drawings of Solomon’s Temple to program his 3-D laser printer to print an exact replica model (on a smaller scale of course) of the original First Temple for the Temple Mount Faithful an organization in Israel seeking to build the Third Temple.

As Dr. Cadbury Rocher was about to leave his office at the Set Enterprises lab as he heard the shrieks of Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster coming from his aquarium, he got a phone call on his smart phone.

It was from his boss the London based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s archenemy the Paris-based billionaire ancient Egyptian Vampiress Isis.

She was phoning to discuss the building of the Third Temple in Jerusalem of all things.

. . .

Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau had just inhaled a whiff of marijuana smoke that was exhaled by Strawberry Fields Forever (which was the name of his genetically created pot smoking cactus 🌵 plant).

As such, Justin to his horror saw the ET gray Gali-Gula that he always saw whenever he inhaled pot smoke.

“So tell me, Gali,” Justin said as he looked up through the glass ceiling of his plant greenhouse for signs of the blood red moon 🌚, “who is your planet Nibiru’s greatest scientist?”.

Justin had been recalling earlier in the day how when Canada’s asshole then Prime Minister Brian Mulroney had announced his retirement, the Israeli government had awarded him the Israeli National Science and Technology Medal.

“Nibiru’s greatest scientist is Pythagogorgosaurus,” Gali-Gula replied.

“Has he recently communicated with earth?” Justin asked as he started to whistle the tune to the old Beatles song Strawberry Fields Forever.

“The last time he communicated with Earth was when he received a laser message from a glowing white globe that was sent into outer space by Donald Trump and Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman,” Gali-Gula answered.

“Really?” Justin answered as he fell face forward into the bush of Alberta Wild Roses inside his greenhouse and started to sing, “Hey Jude, don’t ask me why. Sing a sad song and make it better…”

. . .

The blood red moon over Athens:

Hera to Apollo (as they stood underneath their respective statues): “And so rises the sign foretold by your high priestess…”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday July 27th
2018.

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Blood Red Moon Passover

April 14, 2014 at 7:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Blood Red Moon Passover

As the high-ranking American diplomat prepared to enter NATO Headquarters in Brussels Belgium for discussions on the ongoing military escalation of the crisis in Ukraine, he started to wonder why the symbol for NATO also contained the acronym in reverse OTAN.

He suddenly noticed a figure entering NATO Headquarters.

The figure, he thought to himself, closely resembled artistic depictions he had seen of the Norse god Odin.

Or as he was called in the Old High German tongue Wotan.

. . .

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was howling and barking all over the streets of Moscow having turned into a werewolf with the presence of the full moon in the night sky.

But as the moon was eclipsed in tonight’s lunar eclipse, he turned back into human form.

As he did, he was attacked by a strikingly beautiful long- haired brunette woman wearing a very tight skirted gold mini- dress and black silk fishnet nylons and literally glowing blood red spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.

The woman was Russian Vampiress Svetlana Kireeva an agent of the FSB.

As she bit his neck and drained and sucked a little blood, the Greek vampire Ares (who was worshipped as Mars the god of war by the ancient Romans) walked by.

As the Red Planet Mars rose above the blood red moon in the Moscow night sky, Ares remarked sadly in a loud voice, “I have the feeling that my girl friend Aphrodite is cheating on me and making love to somebody else and it isn’t her husband Hephaestus.”

“It’s Wotan the chief god of the Germanic pantheon she’s making love to,” Svetlana called out after him as blood dripped down from her fangs.

. . .

The lunar eclipse was not visible in the Jerusalem night sky as the Controller of the Golem walked back home from his synagogue where he had been attending Passover services.

However as he looked at the night sky, he thought he could see a huge serpent like figure rising above the Temple Mount.

It gave a whole new meaning and a rather eerie one at that to that ageless question that’s asked at every Passover, “Why is this night different from all other nights?”.

. . .

The Royal Canadian Navy ship Sir John A. MacDonald was sailing in the North Atlantic.

As the captain peered through his binoculars, he thought he could see a huge passenger ship appearing on the horizon.

That was strange.

He looked at his watch.

It was 11:40 PM April 14th 2014.

There weren’t supposed to be any passenger ships in this area at this time.

Stranger still, the passenger ship seemed to be a giant colossal steamship.

The captain thought the age of huge passenger steamships was surely past.

As the ship seemed to edge closer towards his own vessel, he again peered through his binoculars so he could see the name of the ship.

What the – ?

The name said, R. M. S. Titanic.

The ship that had struck an iceberg at 11:40 PM ship’s time the evening of April 14th 1912.

And had finally sunk beneath the waves of the North Atlantic at 2:20
AM the early morning of April 15th 1912.

. . .

The radio was on in the Park Avenue apartment of the New York City billionaire who had recently hired contract assassin and serial killer Pan Goatee.

Although no one was in the room.

The body of the parrot Caesar still lay dead on the floor of his bird cage after he had been shot and killed by the New York City billionaire a few days before.

So far the maid still hadn’t dropped by to bury Caesar not to praise it.

“Good evening New York,” the voice on the radio said, “or perhaps I should say Good morning since it’s now 2:20 AM. Did you catch tonight’s lunar eclipse? I didn’t get a chance to get out of the broadcast booth. And speaking of broadcasts, this is my 102nd broadcast on this station.
And speaking of the number 102, it’s been 102 years since the Titanic sank…”

At that moment the huge globe of the world (with the grotesque face painted on it) that sat in front of the huge black curtain behind which the billionaire sat when he received visitors- crashed to the floor and shattered into over 7 billion tiny pieces.

. . .

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday April 14th
2014.

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