The Cobra On The Temple Mount

March 31, 2014 at 7:29 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Cobra On The Temple Mount

On this last day of March in the year 2014, Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol once again stood on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.

He once again looked for signs of the panther Konalu the supernatural entity that was astral projected at a great distance by Fenrir the Norse apocalyptic wolf of the Battle of Ragnarok.

But no Konalu.

He also looked around for signs of the demon Asmodeus that he had recently spotted on the Temple Mount.

But no Asmodeus.

What he saw instead was a giant Cobra seemingly emerging from the center of the Earth below the Temple Mount.

The Cobra rose and rose.

And stood atop the Temple Mount rising to a tremendous height above the City of Jerusalem- the same height as the statue of Christ the Redeemer that overlooks the City of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil.

People on and around the Temple Mount were oblivious to the presence of the Cobra as if it were an invisible force.

Muslim believers continued to enter and exit the al-Aqsa Mosque.

Jewish believers continued to pray at the Wailing Wall at the foot of the western side of the Temple Mount.

And confused American tourists at the bottom of the Temple Mount asked whereabouts was the Temple of Solomon as they wanted to get a pic of it to post to their Facebook page.

The Cobra bared its fangs and let out a huge hiss.

The hiss seemed to attract a huge flock of ferocious looking ravens who flew down and settled all over the Temple Mount.

Opposite the Temple Mount in the eastern sky flew a lone white dove.

In his mind, Whitstable thought he could hear a soft gentle female voice singing,

Fly little white dove fly
spread your wings sing out your cry
‘cross the universal sky…

The little white dove turned and flew away looking for a land where it would truly feel welcome.

It had a long way to fly.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday March 31st
2014.

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Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount

March 23, 2014 at 7:21 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount

Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol stood on the Temple Mount.

He was looking for signs of a panther that had been seen on the Temple Mount.

Peter Whitstable believed the panther was Konalu a creature that was created by being astral projected from the mind of Fenrir the Battle of Ragnarok apocalyptic wolf from Norse mythology.

He decided it would be a good thing to get out of the office at Interpol’s International Headquarters in Lyon, France because it looked like it would only be a matter of time before his co-workers called the men in the white suits bearing straight jackets and emerging from their paddy wagons.

While in Israel, he had asked to see the man at Mossad they called the Controller of the Golem.

His request for an appointment was turned down.

As he stood on the Temple Mount, he recognized the demon Asmodeus standing on the same mount yawning and smoking a large extra-King sized cigarette.

Peter Whitstable sometimes wished that he had taken up drinking or sniffing glue.

Then he’d have an excuse for seeing what he sometimes saw.

This was one of those moments.

. . .

Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan was in his bedroom.

He looked up and noticed a black panther approaching him.

Unsure of what to do, Erdogan held out his hand and started purring, “Nice kitty. Nice kitty.”

He hoped that the panther wasn’t Syrian and wasn’t a pro-Bashar Assad sympathizer seeing as how Turkey had just shot down a Syrian military plane.

He hoped that the panther wasn’t an avid Twitter user either- one who was pissed at not being able to access his Twitter account in Turkey.

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin told the Commander of Russian Forces who were amassing on the border with Ukraine to wait for his instructions on whether or not to go ahead and invade all Ukraine.

He would leave the speaker phone on in his office and if he were to start shouting “Yes! Yes! Yes!” that would be his order to cross the border and take all of Ukraine and unite it to the Russian Motherland.

As he stood at the window and gazed out at the Moscow landscape with its domed churches and crosses, he wondered if he could spot the Golden Arches of the nearest McDonald’s as he suddenly felt a craving for a Big Mac (which mercifully had escaped the list of U.S. and EU sanctions against Moscow).

Suddenly the beautiful and lovely seductress the Babylonian Vampiress Lilith flew in through his office window.

She was wearing the latest spring fashion Cartier white evening dress with gold sequins.

She threw Putin back on to the Russian black bear skin rug in his office, ripped off all his clothes and mounted him.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Putin was soon screaming in a matter of minutes.

The General put his phone down.

He addressed his aide- a handsome young lieutenant with whom he re-enacted ancient Spartan army nighttime maneuvers.

“Well there we have the order,” the General said, “we take all of Ukraine.”

“That’s good,” his lieutenant answered, “I’ve kind of got a hankering for Kiev style homemade perogies at the moment.”

“But first you must have a Russian sausage,” the General pulled down his pants.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday March 23rd
2014.

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Fenrir In Ukraine

March 5, 2014 at 6:53 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Fenrir In Ukraine

As Ukrainian military service men gazed out their bases in Crimea that were surrounded by Russian troops that the Vladimir Putin regime in Russia described as “private pro- Russian forces”, they happened to notice a strange sight.

Every so often a wolf would appear at some point outside the barracks.

Then he’d disappear.

Seconds later the same wolf would appear at another side of the barracks.

The wolf was the Norse wolf Fenrir preparing for the Battle of Ragnarok.

. . .

Israeli soldiers patrolling the Temple Mount in Jerusalem noticed a peculiar phenomenon.

Every so often a panther would appear.

Then as the soldier raised his rifle, the panther would disappear.

And then would appear again on another sector of the Temple Mount seconds later.

The panther was Konalu.

Konalu was a powerful being that was created and astral projected by the Norse wolf Fenrir’s powerful psyche.

. . .

The talks in Paris between Russia and the West over the situation in Ukraine made little progress.

As U.S. Secretary of State John Kerry and Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov grimaced at one another, a huge giant eye with wings flew above them.

The winged eye was the Eye of Horus.

Outside the building where talks were taking place a group of youths were listening on an iPod to that old Billy Idol song from the 1980s,

“Got no human grace
your eyes without a face…”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 5th
2014

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Fenrir The Wolf And The Hell There Is

December 7, 2011 at 9:34 pm (Vampire novel) (, , )

Fenrir saw another pathetically ugly woman- this one with a misshapen pug nose like a pug dog would have.

When she left the convenience store, Fenrir summoned the panther entity Konalu from his psyche.

The panther Konalu sprang on to the ugly looking redhead and tore her apart.

Fenrir continued on his way.

He decided to revert to his human form.

The wolf shapeshifted into a man.

As he walked down the sidewalk, another man came from another direction.

The two brushed against one another.

The man shapeshifted back into his natural form Fenrir the Wolf.

He sprang on to the man and tore him apart.

He then continued down the sidewalk- but remained in the shape of a wolf.

He passed a furniture and appliance store where in the window the TV was on and one of Satan’s biggest useful idiots the retired U.S. Episcopalian Bishop John Shelby Spong was telling the interviewer that there was no such place as Hell.

The wolf hound from the place that didn’t exist (according to Bishop Spong) continued on down the street.

To be continued.

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