Drum Playing and Raising Evil Spirits

February 26, 2019 at 11:56 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Spy Tales, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

“So,” Renfield addressed his dinner companions Amadeus Emanon and Angelique Dumont, “I see the fruity Canadian priest Father Thomas Rosica has resigned from the board of St. Michael’s University College in Toronto for committing plagiarism.”

“Good thing you’re not committing plagiarism,” Miss Dumont pointed to his t- shirt that said, RENFIELD R.RENFIELD MP: Putting The Great Back In Great Britain.

“It is indeed,” Renfield nodded, “if I wore something that said Make Britain Great Again, a group of Druids might surround me and start playing their drums to send evil spirits against me.”

“I really don’t understand that last statement,” Amadeus commented as he sat trying to read Ovid’s Metamorphoses in the original Latin as he ate his 24″ inch Tuscan Pizza Special.

“Well when that demon-possessed native Omaha elder Nathan Phillips who said he fought in Vietnam (when he didn’t) met those Covington Catholic High School students who wore those Make America Great Again caps on their heads at a protest in Washington DC, he started playing his drum quite vigourously. Most palefaces in the U.S. and particularly those brainless palefaces who work at CNN, The Washington Post and The New York Times are unaware that within most native American traditions in the U.S. and Canada, the playing of ceremonial drums is done to invoke spirits. And those native Americans who are in the know like my good friend the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka say that the way Phillips was playing his drums, he was trying to invoke evil spirits against the boys. That however was totally lost on the U.S. media, the super perverts of the Hollywood establishment and numerous brainless U.S. Catholic bishops – those who would want to have their lips surgically attached to the buttocks of the demons Baal and Baphomet anyways.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Amadeus text messaged J.K. Rowling to ask her the meaning of certain Latin words, “That’s very interesting.”

“Princess Tanaka informs me that the demon possessed kraken Tutsokiua (Tutsokiua is the Blackfoot First Nations word for Devil) recently awakened from its Lovecraftian sleep of 5000 years at the bottom of Upper Waterton Lake in Canada’s Waterton Lakes National Park and is now prowling the North American continental landscape,” Renfield admired a reproduction of an A.Y. Jackson painting of a buffalo (that the artist had painted from the rear end of an train) that hung on the restaurant wall.

“I wonder what roused Tutsokiua from his sleep,” Amadeus mused aloud as he watched a video of Pope Francis falling asleep during a Latin Tridentine Mass which he received from J.K. Rowling in response to one of his questions.

“I understand it was words spoken in Korean read aloud from a medieval Korean edition of The Necronomicon by Kim Jong-un broadcasting by radio to a North Korean ship sailing in the Caribbean Sea a few years back when things weren’t so rosy between North Korea and the U.S.that did it,” Renfield ate a Korean dumpling, “Kim was trying to raise a demon possessed Carribean kraken from the bottom of the Caribbean Sea to attack Florida to make scrambled green eggs and ham out of Donald Trump’s golf courses and put a major crimp into New England Patriots owner Robert Kraft’s sex life. But the transmission sound waves went northwards instead of downwards and floated in a northwesterly direction for quite a time period until they reached Upper Waterton Lake where they raised Tutsokiua.”

New Orleans vampiress Angelique Dumont was watching a developing BBC News story on the restaurant’s television about how a rare medieval Vietnamese language edition copy of The Necronomicon had just gone missing from a Hanoi bookshop prior to the start of the Donald Trump-Kim Jong-un Hanoi Summit.

Renfield looked at the TV and remarked, “Well that should make for an interesting summit. Perhaps Lovecraft’s great old one Cthulhu will show up.”

Renfield went outside where, while wearing his RENFIELD R.RENFIELD MP: Putting The Great Back In Great Britain t-shirt, he was surrounded by a group of Tibetan Buddhist monks (who came from a Tibetan Buddhist monastery that worshipped the demons of the Tibetan Buddhist religion) that started playing conch shell horns, flutes made of human thighbones and drums made out of two inverted human skull caps placed back to back.

“Help!” Renfield cried.

Fortunately the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka happened to be in the neighbourhood with her two wolf protectors:

The monks pursued by the wolves fled to a nearby movie theatre.

The theatre was showing a live broadcast of the Hindu god Shiva conducting the Swiss National Symphony Orchestra in playing his newly written piece Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony Meets Freddie Mercury’s Bohemian Rhapsody.

Meanwhile over in Hanoi, Kim Jong-un was trying to impress Donald Trump with his knowledge of medieval Vietnamese.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday February 26th
2019.

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Reblog of General Custer’s Death and White Hawk’s Vision: A Poem

February 16, 2019 at 11:45 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, History, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mythology, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

This is a re-blog of a poem I wrote last year:

Dracul Van Helsing

General Custer’s Death and White Hawk’s Vision: A Poem

White Hawk- Medicine Man of the Lakota Sioux Nation
He was there at Little Big Horn
The Battle of the Greasy Grass
He was there the day Custer died
The day Custer died for the sins
of corporate mining ⛏ interests
in the West
and white settler expansion

June 25th 1876
The day Custer entered Eternity
The day Custer went to the Hell
that does not exist
(according to a 21st Century Pope)

White Hawk watched Custer die
He heard the last words on Custer’s lips
“The White Buffalo is coming”
And then the eyes went blank
and stared into the Heavens
where his soul did not ascend

A year later outside his tepee
on a summer evening
as he smoked the sacred pipe
White Hawk had a vision
A vision of a White Buffalo

He spoke the vision to the…

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Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka, Kraken Tutsokiua and Mother Goddess Gaia

January 26, 2019 at 11:56 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )


The immortal Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka stood on the shores of Upper Waterton Lake in Waterton Lakes National Park in southern Alberta on the Alberta-Montana Canada-U.S. border.

Accompanied by her two spirit wolf protectors, she held in her hand a transparent glowing red apple.

As she held the strange looking fruit in her hands, she spoke to the West Wind (who could not be seen but whose presence could be felt), “The kraken Tutsokiua (Tutsokiua is the Blackfoot First Nations word for “devil” -Editor’s note) has awakened from its sleep at the bottom of this lake where it has slept for the past 5000 years.”

The West Wind stopped in its tracks.

“And it has been giving these supposed apples of knowledge to various people,” Tanaka spoke in a whisper.

The West Wind let out a wild howl to which the immortal Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka’s two spirit wolf protectors raised their ears but did not answer in reply.

. . .

A group of wealthy and powerful influential U.S. Republican party figures were out hunting deer on this particular day.

Hunting deer out of season.

As one Republican fired at a doe and her fawn, at the very same instant the spirit of the Mycenaean king Agamemnon let out an anguished cry while roasting on his spit down in Tartarus.

The group of Republicans moved in for a closer look.

To see if the doe had been slain.

As they moved in, they saw the one-eyed Germanic god Wotan standing there.

From a distance, the Celtic horned god Cernunnos (part human and part stag) fired at them with his crossbow.

“Shit,” Wotan cried as he fell backwards with the arrow stuck in his one good eye.

. . .

The Greek god Zeus was in the office of Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan.

On speaker phone for the meeting were Russian President Vladimir Putin, Iranian President Hassan Rouhani and Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro.

“By the way,” Zeus spoke in the manner of general chit chat, “did you know that the mother goddess Gaia who is the caretaker of earth is in fact not Greek but Lakota Sioux?”.

Gaia is Lakota Sioux.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
January 26th 2019.

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General Custer’s Death and White Hawk’s Vision: A Poem

April 10, 2018 at 10:07 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

General Custer’s Death and White Hawk’s Vision: A Poem

White Hawk- Medicine Man of the Lakota Sioux Nation
He was there at Little Big Horn
The Battle of the Greasy Grass
He was there the day Custer died
The day Custer died for the sins
of corporate mining ⛏ interests
in the West
and white settler expansion

June 25th 1876
The day Custer entered Eternity
The day Custer went to the Hell
that does not exist
(according to a 21st Century Pope)

White Hawk watched Custer die
He heard the last words on Custer’s lips
“The White Buffalo is coming”
And then the eyes went blank
and stared into the Heavens
where his soul did not ascend

A year later outside his tepee
on a summer evening
as he smoked the sacred pipe
White Hawk had a vision
A vision of a White Buffalo

He spoke the vision to the people
of his camp
“The one who rides the White Buffalo
will live until the return of the Son
of the Great Spirit”

The outlaw Belvedere heard the statement
Standing alongside him was White Hawk’s lovely and beautiful granddaughter of twenty years
the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka

“Who do you suppose will eventually ride the White Buffalo?”
Tanaka asked Belvedere.

“I do not know,” Belvedere shrugged,
“but I guess they’ll live
until the return of the Great Spirit’s Son.”

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 10th
2018.

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Belvedere and The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka

April 8, 2018 at 10:58 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, International Intrigue, Mystery, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Belvedere and The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka

Belvedere the ghost white salamander who worked as a reporter for The Times of London was meeting with one of his sources in a London restaurant.

The source was Gary Geese-Hogg an agent for MI-6.

The restaurant was Amit’s Curry 🍛 Palace.

“Love the food here,” said Gary as his spoon 🥄 dove into a bowl of delicious chicken curry.

“Being dead, I unfortunately can’t eat it,” said the ghost of the ghost white salamander, “so what’s your scoop?”.

“You’ve heard of Lev Tomi?” Geese-Hogg asked Belvedere.

“The head of the UN Secretariat On The Environment and Climate Change?” Belvedere asked.

“That’s the one,” Geese-Hogg nodded, “he’s been meeting continuously with George Soros on a regular basis the past few years.”

“The billionaire Hungarian-American investor?” Belvedere said.

“That’s the one,” Geese-Hogg motioned for some chai tea.

“And what are the subject of these meetings?” Belvedere wanted to know.

“We have no idea,” Geese-Hogg shrugged, “we’re hoping with your investigative reporting skills, you’ll be able to find out and tell us.”

Belvedere picked up his ghostly notebook and left.

Another waste of time, the ghost white salamander thought to himself.

As he walked through the street, he suddenly noticed a woman wearing a 19th Century Native American indigenous dress.

He recognized her as the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka.


The Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka

The last time he saw her was in his mortal life as a non-ghost and a non-white salamander.

He had changed quite a lot since the last time he saw her.

But she was still the same.

Young looking and beautiful.

And still alive.

She couldn’t be a vampiress since it was broad daylight as she walked down the street.

And yet the last time he saw her was in the Black Hills of South Dakota back in 1877.

How, Belvedere wondered, was this possible?

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday April 8th
2018.

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