Athena In Kiev

February 26, 2022 at 10:55 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Athena added a third candle to her candelabra as the lights went out in Kiev

Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom was in a dark abandoned house in Kiev.

These days wisdom was not to be found in the Kremlin in Moscow, the White House in Washington DC, 10 Downing Street in London and was most definitely not to be found at blackface racist groper Justin Trudeau’s residence in Ottawa.

The same held true for every political residence in every capital in NATO and the European Union.

It especially held true at the Vatican where yesterday the satanic AntiPope Jorge Mario Bergoglio had pulled a publicity stunt seeking photo-op by driving to the Russian Embassy in Rome to beg the Russian Ambassador for peace.

The stunt backfired when it turned out the Russian Ambassador wasn’t at the Embassy at the time.

And of course ghostly soldiers had been drawn into the Ukraine-Russia War.

The ghosts of the Trojan warriors of Prince Hector of Troy were fighting on the side of the Ukrainians.

And the ghosts of the ancient Greek warriors of King Agamemnon of Mycenae were fighting on the side of the Russians.

Back during the original Trojan War the goddess Athena had fought on the side of the Greeks against the Trojans.

She especially favoured Ulysses the king of Ithaca.

But not this time around.

The ghost of Ulysses was on his own clutching a copy of a book by James Joyce and a Thesaurus Guide To The Idioms of the Irish English Language.

In this war Athena was backing the Ukrainians and thus their ghostly allies the Trojan warriors of Prince Hector.

Her own brother Ares the Greek god of war had likewise switched sides.

Back during the original Trojan War, Ares had (under the influence of his sometimes girlfriend and lover Aphrodite the Greek goddess of love) backed the Trojans.

This time around Ares was backing the Russians and thus their ghostly allies the ancient Greek warrior ghosts under the leadership of King Agamemnon of Mycenae.

Athena looked out the window and saw her brother Ares walking the streets of Kiev.

He was accompanied by Thor the Norse god of thunder and Morrigan the Irish Celtic goddess of war.

It was her understanding that Thor and Morrigan would likewise be backing the Russians.

This was interesting because Thor’s father Odin she had heard was on the side of the Ukrainians.

Walking behind the trio of Ares, Thor and Morrigan were Loki the demoniac Norse trickster god and his son Fenrir the fierce Norse wolf connected to Ragnarok the battle of the Final Days in Norse mythology.

Loki and Fenrir were likewise backing the Russians.

Poseidon the Greek god of the ocean was backing the Russians as he had supported the ancient Greeks against the Trojans during the original Trojan War.

Apollo and Artemis had not yet announced on which side they stood.

Zeus, Hades, Demeter and Hestia were planning to stay neutral during this Ukraine-Russia War as they had during the original Trojan War.

Athena closed the curtains on the street scene.

Then she thought she heard the sound of dancing.

Quickly she opened the curtains and looked out the window.

There dancing on the streets of Kiev was the Hindu god Shiva and the Hindu goddess Kali.

Whose side are they on, Athena wondered, if any?

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday February 26th
2022

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Spanish Archaeologists Believe They Have Discovered Hercules’ Tomb

January 8, 2022 at 9:59 pm (Archaeology, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Science, Sorcery, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )

Athena the Greek goddess of Wisdom kept calm and watched as Spanish archaeologists claimed they had found the Temple of Hercules

Archaeologists from the University of Seville and the Andalusian Institute of Historical Heritage believe they have discovered the Temple of Hercules Gaditanus.

Using information they obtained from aerial photographs, the researchers found a large rectangular structure submerged in the Bay of Cadiz.

The structure nearly 1000 feet long and 500 feet wide matches the ancient descriptions of the Temple.

The Temple of Hercules Gaditanus is said to have been a columned Temple with an eternal flame, a fire raised on an altar and was maintained day and night by priests.

Greek and Latin records say this is the place where Julius Caesar wept before a representation of Alexander the Great (Caesar having discovered that Alexander was better looking than he was) and where the Carthaginian general Hannibal went to offer thanks for the success of a military campaign a century and a half before Caesar’s sobbing performance.

. . .

The Ontario provincial government’s own data shows that the fully vaccinated make up the majority of Covid-19 hospitalizations in the Canadian province of Ontario.

On January 7th there were 1327 fully vaccinated cases in Ontario hospitals compared with 441 unvaccinated cases.

Despite this, Canada’s brainless Federal Minister of Health Jean-Yves Duclos today called upon Canada’s provincial governments to introduce mandatory vaccination policies.

After making the announcement the words I AM AN APOSTLE OF THE ANTICHRIST appeared written in black ink on Duclos’ forehead and then a frogs’ legs and maple syrup cream pie was thrown in his face by an invisible entity (his bodyguards who had been drinking Harvey Tallbangers claimed it was a 6 foot 8 tall purple bunny rabbit with big pink floppety ears who threw the cream pie).

. . .

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was doing a Saturday night podcast,

“Thrice jabbed Austrian Chancellor Karl Nehammer contracted Covid-19 during a meeting this past Thursday night at which he was promoting mandatory vaccination.
Despite receiving three experimental injections, wearing a protective mask and living in a country with stringent rules and lockdowns during the Thursday night meeting, Nehammer tested positive for Covid-19 yesterday on Friday January 7th 2022.
Nevertheless the Fuhrer wannabe doubled down on his support for compulsory vaccination and told his Austrian subjects to get vaccinated and get a booster.
At the Thursday night meeting, everyone in the room was both doubly vaccinated and thirdly boostered, was wearing masks and social distancing, and lastly Nehammer himself was separated from everyone else by plexiglass screens.
Despite this a virus found its way through and made a mockery of everything that deranged medical bureaucrats, tyrannical politicians and the brainless mainstream media have been telling the world the past couple of years.
During the Thursday night meeting, Nehammer announced new measures for his subjects in light of the new omicron variant (which so far is proving to be less lethal than the original delta variant) and told the media that the government is working on a draft law to make vaccinations compulsory starting February 1st.
“If businesses do not comply, we will have the power to shut them down,” the Covid infected politician told those present.

“What then is to be done?” Renfield looked at the camera, “We must hang Austrian Chancellor Karl Nehammer by the neck until dead. And then he’ll never have to worry about catching Covid again.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday January 8th
2022.

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Apocalypse Now?

August 17, 2021 at 10:46 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

British MP Renfield R. Renfield was sitting in a hotel in the City of Red Deer, Alberta, Canada which was half-way between Edmonton and Calgary (which were Alberta’s two largest cities)

He was sitting in bed wearing a t-shirt that had on it a large photo of Joe Biden falling down the steps of Air Force One.

The t-shirt had on it the slogan NOT MY PRESIDENT.

The TV was on.

It showed thousands of terrified Afghans running across the tarmac of Kabul Airport.

“It looks like Joe Biden’s Saigon moment is going to be a long nightmare for many,” Renfield noted.

The TV News then related a news story about mandatory vaccines becoming an issue in the Canadian Federal Election.

On the streets of Toronto, Ontario, the camera showed a woman anti-vaxxer shouting at Justin Trudeau, “You’re a fucking moron.”

“Well, that woman certainly knows how to call a spade a spade,” Renfield opened up a can of beer.

Meanwhile the People’s Republic of China was organizing a huge armada of naval ships, missiles, planes and attack helicopters and tanks across the Straits from Taiwan.

“No doubt the CCP regime in Beijing has deduced correctly that there’s now a wimp in the White House,” Renfield thought.

Meanwhile Joe Biden was on the phone to Xi Jinping where he said, “I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.”

Renfield received a call on his smart phone from a friend of his a former Mossad operative called The Controller of The Golem.

The Controller of the Golem whose first name was Nathan had resigned from Mossad last year after he had found out that Jeffrey Epstein was indeed a Mossad operative and that the Mossad hire-ups had used Epstein’s compromising videos of influential people in compromising positions with young girls to blackmail certain U.S. politicians, businesspeople and scientists into doing Israel’s will.

It was a Mossad operative called the Star of Azazel (an operative that Nathan had never personally liked or gotten along with) who had overseen the whole Jeffrey Epstein operation.

Now Nathan was phoning Renfield to alert him to Star of Azazel’s latest plans that the Controller of The Golem was told of by anonymous colleagues of his that still worked with Mossad.

According to Nathan’s colleagues, Star of Azazel was trying to convince Israeli Prime Minister Naftali Bennett to drop atomic bombs on Tehran, the holy city of Qom and several other important Iranian cities.

Since Iran was only weeks away from the uranium enrichment necessary to develop nuclear weapons, there had been talk in high level Israeli political and intelligence circles of launching pre-emptive strikes on Iranian nuclear facilities and defense installations.

Now however since the American President had shown himself to be a wimp when it came to supporting America’s allies, Star of Azazel had told Bennett that Israel could no longer rely on America for support.

And that a stronger measure was now necessary to deal with Iran.

And that stronger measure Star of Azazel was calling for involved Israel full out nuking Iran.

“These are insane times in Israel and the world,” The Controller of The Golem told Renfield who already knew that, “So it’s possible that the Israeli cabinet might agree to Star of Azazel’s insane suggestions.”

After finishing his conversation with the Controller of the Golem, Renfield decided to call his friend Dracul Van Helsing for advice.

Dracul Van Helsing however was currently engaged in an encounter with Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom.

And Athena was dressed up as Klondike Kate the Yukon Klondike Gold Rush’s most famous saloon dancing girl.

Greek goddess Athena dressed as Klondike Kate

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday August 17th
2021.

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The Search

May 9, 2021 at 10:49 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Amadeus Emanon had brought his parish priest Rev. Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds to brunch with him after the church service.

Renfield greeted Father Bury Saint Edmunds, “How’s it going, Father?”.

“Fine, thank you, Mr. Renfield,” Father Bury Saint Edmunds answered the British MP.

“So how’s everything on the ecclesiastical front?” Renfield inquired.

“Well, early last week Pope Francis made a peculiar statement,” the priest replied, “He said salvation and redemption aren’t granted to people individually but only collectively as members of a group.”

“Sounds like Communism to me,” Renfield remarked.

“It does to me as well,” the priest agreed.

. . .

And at their brunch the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set and the vampire Lord Tweedsmuir were likewise discussing Communism with relation to Bill Gates and the CCP (Chinese Communist Party).

“So I hear after 27 years of marriage Bill Gates is finally divorcing his wife Melinda,” Lord Tweedsmuir sipped his whiskey, “Their divorce being announced on Twitter.”

“Yes, Bill Gates must have recently got the proper optical prescription for his glasses and after putting them on, he finally noticed that Melinda looks like a man in drag,” Set added soda to his own glass of whiskey, “so the marriage is now over.”

“So the courts will now decide who gets which half of the world between them?” Tweedsmuir helped himself to a sandwich.

“Undoubtedly,” Set nodded.

“You said to me over the phone earlier that the Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit has uncovered information about Bill Gates, Communism and the CCP?” Lord Tweedsmuir put down his glass of whiskey.

“Yes, Bill Gates has visited the People’s Republic of China more than a dozen times since his retirement from Microsoft in 2008,” Set pointed out.

“Maybe he has a Chinese mistress?” Lord Tweedsmuir suggested.

“It turns out he does,” Set answered, “a Miss Shelly Wang. Who served as his translator on his many visits to China. Interestingly Bill took Melinda along on his trips to Africa but not his trips to China. There are rumours that Shelly Wang gave birth to Bill Gates’ child. Another reason Bill and Melinda may have split up.”

“That would definitely do it all right,” Lord Tweedsmuir nodded.

“Anyways Gates has made several interesting statements during his visits to China,” Set went on, “One of them was “Only socialism can save the climate”. And by socialism, I don’t think he meant old time Scandinavian social democracy.”

“But rather Marxist-Leninist socialism of the CCP variety?” Tweedsmuir raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” Set nodded, “Then he added, “Capitalism cannot save the planet.” In that respect he sounds like an old time Marxist-Leninist.”

“Or Pope Francis,” Tweedsmuir commented.

“Exactly,” Set agreed, “He has also said “Paranoia about China is crazy”. Yes, no need to be paranoid about a country that spies on its own citizens. Gates is one capitalist billionaire who seems to be quite enamoured with the Chinese Communist system. In the same way that billionaire Armand Hammer the CEO of Occidental Petroleum used to be quite enamoured with the Soviet system of the old Soviet Union. Armand Hammer used to appear on American TV talk shows such as The Merv Griffin Show back in the 1970s and ’80s and tell audiences what a wonderful and kind chap Lenin was. Now Gates is doing the same thing in singing the praises of the People’s Republic of China.”

“A Communist billionaire,” Tweedsmuir shook his head, “I really didn’t think there could be such a thing.”

Set went on, “The Set Enterprises Intelligence Unit has also discovered that in China’s national textbooks studied by all Chinese students, Bill Gates is referred to as “a Western person who is a Communist driver with Communist spirit”. So you’ve got the CCP calling Bill Gates a good Communist.”

“I take it the mainstream media in North America is unaware of what’s written about Bill Gates in Chinese national textbooks,” Tweedsmuir put down his empty glass.

“The mainstream media in North America have a hard time reading and comprehending English language textbooks so one can only imagine the titanically colossal struggle they’d face in reading Chinese language textbooks,” Set noted, “For they are far far longer than a CONFUCIUS SAY message in a Chinese restaurant fortune cookie.”

. . .

The Greek goddess Athena was checking out the books in the living room of Dracul Van Helsing’s apartment.

“Is there any particular book you’re looking for?” Dracul Van Helsing asked as he brought in the home delivery order from Lydo’s Chinese Food.

“Claudius’ History of the Etruscans,” Athena answered.

“You must have heard about my visit this past Friday to an English country garden adjacent to an English country manor’s library and living room,” Van Helsing smiled.

“I did,” Athena nodded, “And those creatures Napoleon sketched whose sketches the French Emperor put in the last pages of that book.”

“What about them?” Van Helsing asked.

“Where do you think Bill Gates got his ideas on what to put in his next vaccine?” Athena asked.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday May 9th 2021.

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Athena and The Kaiser

May 3, 2021 at 10:27 pm (Espionage, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

The year was 1899.
The Kaiser Wilhelm II entered the storage area of the German Imperial Palace in Berlin.
He expected to see an old table that had once been in the Temple of Diana in Ephesus.
It was there.
He expected to see old ceramic pots that had once been sitting in the Temple of Apollo at Delphi to be sitting on the table.
They were there.
He expected to see a chandelier that had once hung in the Palais Garnier Opera House in Paris that had been left unmolested by Erik the Phantom of The Opera to be there.
It was there.
What he hadn’t expected to see was Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom sitting there on the table.

“Athena?” Said the Kaiser.

“You recognize me?” The Greek goddess of wisdom smiled.

“I have a bust of your head in my study,” the Kaiser answered, “In the middle of every bleak December, a raven comes in the room and sits on it crying “Nevermore”. Damn peculiar as my uncle Eddy the Prince of Wales would put it.”

Athena opened her purse and handed him some sketches.

Kaiser Wilhelm looked at the sketches, “These are dinosaurs of some sort aren’t they?”.

“They’re called Tyrannosaurus Rex to be exact,” Athena nodded.

“What is this saucer shaped craft they’re crawling out of?” Wilhelm inquired.

“It is the vehicle they use to fly across space above the Earth,” Athena answered.

“I see,” said Wilhelm, “Why show me these?”.

“Someday these creatures may come to you and offer to produce poison and chemical gases for you that could be used in war. Refuse their offer,” Athena instructed.

“What sort of war might happen that I would even think of using such a weapon?” The Kaiser asked.

He looked up.

Athena had disappeared.

The Kaiser shrugged and took the sketches with him.

He went up to his study and put them under his bust of Pallas Athena.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Monday May 3rd 2021.

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Minerva

August 21, 2020 at 11:02 pm (Commentary, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry) (, , , , , )

And all the leather bound volumes on shelves were buried under dust
And all the gold on many crowns had finally turned to rust
A wireless library stretched across the globe
which technocrats wanted implants in everyone’s frontal lobe

Every fact and every fiction was now determined by Google
10 years hence you may see pic of Siamese cat when you search for “poodle”
And all will say it must be so
For high tech is not our foe

Alexa has replaced the shrink by the couch
With bar codes in your hands, no money to welch
Social interaction is missing like a person’s lips
Buried under a mask with one’s nose and no sinking ships

All that one sees are the other person’s eyes
Which have been Net trained to show nothing but lies
“The truth is out there” is a phrase now foreign as ancient Etruscan
if Truth ever existed, it’s as dead as electoral collusion with a Russian

The truth is not out there, it’s neither here nor there
For every day is filled with hope previous generations labelled “despair”
They march in tune to the beat of a non-existent drummer
where an eternal winter is labelled an endless summer

Good little sheep they all are
Marching near and far
For 2020 was the year most lost perfect vision
As their minds were infected by a diabolical incision

2030 was the UN’s sustainable goal
But the world’s elites bet on a closer running foal
And they got their wish
from the bottom of a Wuhan petri dish

The medium was indeed the message like Marshall McLuhan predicted
And people soon ceased calling themselves “homeless” after they were evicted
The media echoed the same message day after day
And people’s souls were lost like needle in the hay
And the Devil smiled as he sang “You’re all going my way”

“Be careful what you wish for” was now an old forgotten refrain
lost in a forgotten past like the whistle of ancient steam train
They had spent so much time in the late 20th Century watching movies
about lands of Dystopia and the post-Apocalypse
That finally when in reality it came to pass, no one asked, what is this?

Far from the madd’ing crowd that was so maddening
He lived in a home far away
surrounded by books and old leather volumes
where the sun ruled the day and the moon ruled the night
And 2 +2 = 5 was never ever right

In his mind’s eye he saw the lovely Athena
ancient goddess of wisdom that haunted his dreama’
Minerva was her Roman name
and she bore wisdom’s flame

Holding ancient scrolls
She pointed towards those
Who sought her light still
like one man alone on the side of a hill
Who sought neither the blue nor the Matrix red pill
For all medication inclined for a soul to kill

Her owl flew in the direction
of a world far from perfection
Knowledge to impart
Even just for one was a start.

-A poem written by Christopher
Friday August 20th
2020.

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Searching For Wisdom In A Hall of Mirrors

March 10, 2020 at 10:59 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic romance, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , )

Searching For Wisdom In A Hall of Mirrors

In a quiet room in London
Van Helsing sat
He looked over at his old black and white TV from the 1950s
That he had bought from a vintage antique shop 

The TV was off 
But he could imagine images on the TV screen
Pope Francis, like the Soup Nazi from the old Seinfeld TV show, wagging his finger and saying to the Catholic Faithful,
“No Holy Communion Sacrifice of The Mass for you”,
A girl with purple hair in a pink convertible singing her own version of an old Danish pop group Aqua song,
“I’m a Corona girl in a Corona world, it’s fantastic,
Our oceans are filled with plastic…”
Russian President Vladimir Putin proclaiming that 2024 (the 100th Anniversary of Lenin’s Death) will be year 0 for the new Russian Constitution
So since things are starting anew, he can run for 2 new six year Presidential terms 
Allowing him to remain in power until 2036
Donald Trump waving off testing for the Coronavirus and saying,
“I’m so jealous of Vladimir Putin right now”
Justin Trudeau dressed as a blackfaced 17th Century Jamaican pirate aboard a ship 
And singing his own version of an old sea shanty folk song,
“What shall we do with the Coronavirus? 
What shall we do with the Coronavirus?
So earl-lie in the morning,
Way hey, up she rises 
Way hey, up she rises”
And the Coronavirus rises as a beautiful woman 
Holding a golden cup full of… wine?
(But Bela Lugosi’s Dracula does not drink wine)
And rising while sitting on a 10-headed 7-horned beast

Dracul wondered, Where is wisdom?

He found himself walking through the Hall of Mirrors 
In the 1947 Orson Welles film 
The Lady From Shanghai
Before the mirrors had all been shot out by some of the protagonists of that story
And there in one of the mirrors he saw

Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom

So here is wisdom, Dracul thought to himself,
Lost in a mirror in a Hall of Mirrors.

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday March 10th
2020.

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Athena’s Song

October 5, 2019 at 9:56 pm (Arts, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Athena’s Song

The Kraken Napoleon VI was sitting in a Parisienne cafe with several bottles of rum in front of him.

The Ancient Greek god Zeus entered the cafe and sat down from the Kraken.

“I believe we met on Mount Olympus last year,” said Zeus, “You’re Medusa’s husband aren’t you?”.

“I am,” the Kraken nodded.

Zeus ordered a glass of ouzo from the waiter.

“I understand you’re a member of the European Parliament along with Medusa,” Zeus added some Grecian Formula to his grey beard.

“That is correct,” said the Kraken Napoleon VI, “Waiting for the day that the French people elect me Emperor of France.”

“Any luck with that?” Zeus took out a comb and started combing his beard.

“No,” the Kraken admitted.

“Bummer,” said Zeus who was also recalling the day he unexpectedly walked into his son Apollo’s bedroom when the latter had his friend Hyacinth over.

The Greek deity and the Kraken then discussed Brexit.

The Kraken asked Zeus if he could do anything to possibly help the Kraken’s friend Renfield R. Renfield who, even though he was a British Transhumanist Party MP, was a member of Boris Johnson’s cabinet.

Zeus agreed.

Meanwhile on stage in a Paris nightclub was Zeus’ daughter Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom.

Athena sang a song,

“Those were the days of wine and roses,
Love will be like this always one supposes 
But as the sands of time travel on
Wine loses its flavour and the singer their song
What once was wonder has turned to dust 
like a once new car turned to rust
The sun has set, the moon is eclipsed,
no sparks now fly at exchange of lips,
The day is done, The night is black,
Love has fled down the track,
Enjoy the days of wine and roses while you can
Before the time you just feel an also ran.”

-A vampire novel chapter
and poem
written by Christopher
Saturday October 5th
2019.

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Athena and Dashwood Forrest

July 5, 2019 at 11:27 pm (Folklore, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , )

Athena and Dashwood Forrest 

“That bust does not do you justice, Athena,” London art gallery curator Dashwood Forrest remarked to the Greek goddess of Wisdom.

“To which one of her breasts are you referring, Master?” Asked Mulligan the Irish zombie who was Dashwood Forrest’s somewhat inept living dead manservant.

“Mulligan, go outside and play in the rain,” Forrest ordered.

The Irish zombie did so where he was swept away by the rain.

“I apologize for the idiotic intrusion,” Forrest bowed to the Greek goddess.

“It’s all right,” Athena smiled, “I found his remark somewhat amusing.”

“I wish more customers were like you,” Forrest sighed, “Mulligan drives a lot of them away with his comments that is if his zombie appearance doesn’t drive them away first.”

“Who sculpted this bust of me?” Athena asked.

“A chap by the name of Mario Rossini,” Forrest answered, “A promising young sculptor who was killed after being hit by a train while moulding a clay figure of a bull (in a farm field) while sitting on a railway track. He really took the combined fields of performance art and sculpture to a new level. What level of Dante’s cosmos he wound up in, I could not say.”

“I don’t think I shall purchase this bust of me,” Athena moved on to an oil painting of Hermes.

“I do not blame you,” Forrest placed a towel on the head.

“What a remarkable figure of a leprechaun,” Athena looked at a clay statue of a leprechaun, “he looks somewhat like my grandson.”

Forrest coughed, “Grandson? But I thought you were a virgin goddess?”.

“Have you never heard of artificial insemination, Mr. Forrest?” Athena winked at him.

Forrest turned ghastly pale at the Greek goddess’ remark.

“Relax, Mr. Forrest,” Athena laughed, “I’m only joking.”

“Thank God,” Forrest looked relieved.

“You no doubt heard how I was born from my father’s head when my father Zeus had a headache,” Athena recalled.

“That tale I remember very well,” Forrest commented as he took an aspirin with a glass of water.

“Well one day I had a headache after walking across the desert sands of Egypt feeling quite dehydrated and I gave birth to Sophia from my head,” Athena recounted.

“Sophia?” Forrest drank the water.

“The Greco-Egyptian Gnostic goddess of wisdom,” Athena explained, “worshipped by various Gnostic groups throughout the centuries. Anyhow back in the 1st Century AD, she encountered the immortal Egyptian scientist Imhotep. Imhotep was working on the concept of artificial insemination back then and he artificially inseminated Sophia and she gave birth to a leprechaun whom she called Yaldabaoth.”

“That name Yaldabaoth sounds familiar,” Forrest creased his eyebrows in thought, “but I don’t associate him with leprechauns.”

“Well no mother wants to say her son is a leprechaun with a serious drinking problem,” Athena smiled, “so she told people that Yaldabaoth was the demiurge who created the material physical universe.”

“Oh yes,” Forrest nodded, “that’s where I’ve heard the name.”

Meanwhile Mulligan the Irish zombie was being swept down the street in a torrent of rain water.

He suddenly came to a halt after crashing into an alley wall.

But not before knocking over a garbage can first.

Out of the garbage can fell an Irish leprechaun.

“Saint Patrick and Saint Kevin preserve us!” Yaldabaoth exclaimed, “What a rude awakening!”.

“Mulligan!” The Irish zombie doffed his shamrock emblazoned cap to the little fellow, “Irish zombie Mulligan.”

“Yaldabaoth!” The leprechaun replied, “Irish leprechaun Yaldabaoth! And I dare you to try and pronounce that name correctly after you’ve had 20 glasses of whiskey.”

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Friday July 5th
2019.

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Athena and Dracul In Edinburgh

March 28, 2019 at 9:56 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, love, Mythology, News, Romance, Spy Tales, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , )


“And so how are your travels across the annals of time going?” The Greek goddess Athena asked Dracul Van Helsing as he stoked the fires in the Edinburgh hotel room they were in.

“Well, last night I was in Havana Cuba in 1956 and I saw Pat Nixon’s Rockefeller bought mink coat won in a card game in a U.S. Mafia owned casino,” Van Helsing answered.

“My owl tells me that you spent quite the enchanted evening with Isabel Esmeronde the Cuban singer extraordinaire who won that card game,” Athena looked accusingly at Van Helsing.

“Your owl is quite the time traveling spy,” Van Helsing lit a cigarette.

“He is,” Athena acknowledged.

“And now he’s flying around the British House of Commons as the Brexit fracas is going on,” Van Helsing looked at the TV screen which showed an owl caught in the Speaker’s hair.

“He finds human follies and foibles quite amusing,” Athena helped herself to some grapes.

“I see you’re in touch with the Scottish independence movement should Brexit go ahead,” Van Helsing sat down on the sofa.

“They don’t call Edinburgh the Athens of the North for nothing,” Athena smoothed her dress.

“And you’re looking after the Athens of the North?” Van Helsing thought of the Grecian columns of the National Monument on Calton Hill.

“I am,” Athena nodded, “My father’s Kraken is now swimming in the North Sea.”

Van Helsing in his mind pictured Liam Neeson as Zeus saying “Release the Kraken!” and Mel Gibson as William Wallace standing on a cliff above the sea and shouting “I am William Wallace!”.

He wondered who would win that battle.

“I hear you shot and killed your time traveling adversary the Nazi SS Ahnenerbe Occult Bureau vampire Franz Kohler with a silver bullet,” Athena smiled.

“I did,” Van Helsing took a sip of his Scotch, “Unfortunately the immortal Egyptian priest scientist Imhotep brought him back from the dead and so he’s once again Undead.”

“And Imhotep seems to have the backing of the Egyptian god Thoth for whatever reason,” Athena rubbed her lip in thought.

“He appears to,” Van Helsing acknowledged.

“And with the secret diary of Solomon in your possession, you enter into the machinations of gods and goddesses,” Athena looked at the Canadian vampire hunter.

Van Helsing put down his Scotch, “I wasn’t aware you knew of that diary’s existence. I guess Solomon’s secret diary isn’t as secret as I thought.”

“As the Greek goddess of wisdom, I appreciated the wisdom of Solomon,” Athena stood up, “so of course I knew of his diary’s existence.”

Van Helsing stood up.

“The sun is setting,” the vampire hunter looked out the window.

In the distance, the Union Jack could be seen flying along Scotland’s national flag.

“I’d appreciate a kiss before bedtime,” Athena licked her lips.

And lips of Greek goddess and vampire hunter touched.

Followed by embracing of arms.

Miles away in the North Sea, the Kraken swam.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday March 28th
2019.

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