Semiramis On The Night of The Hunter’s Moon
Semiramis the Queen of Babylon on the Night of The Hunter’s Moon
The full moon in October is called the Hunter’s Moon.
And Semiramis the Queen of Babylon was out standing in the moonlight in the backyard gardens and gazebo grounds of the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s colossal West London estate.
The Queen of Babylon was not sure why she was there on this night of all nights.
The Night of the Hunter’s Moon.
She just felt drawn to come here tonight for some reason.
The Hunter’s Moon, Semiramis thought.
Interesting as she recalled her husband Nimrod of many millenia ago was called in Genesis Chapter 10 “a mighty hunter against the Lord”.
Today Nimrod the once “mighty man” is a little green frog who is occasionally seen in the company of the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith, is also seen in the company of the cigarette smoking demon Asmodeus and also serves as an advisor to NASA on the Artemis moon rocket program (even though he knows nothing whatsoever about building moon rockets).
Semiramis suddenly heard footsteps approaching as she stood alongside the gazebo landing.
It was Canadian vampire hunter Dracul Van Helsing approaching.
In his right hand he carried a suitcase containing video footage of Russian President Vladimir Putin making out with various high-priced escort call girls in the Catherine The Great Moscow Hilton Hotel in downtown Moscow Russia which is owned by Madame Natasha Rachmaninoff.
Van Helsing and Set Enterprises were hoping to use the video footage to blackmail Putin and prevent him from launching a nuclear attack on Ukraine or the West.
Van Helsing could have sent the video footage to Set Enterprises via the Internet but thought the video footage might be destroyed by Russian hackers or the American CIA’s Science and Research Division (that had been headed by the Operation Paperclip landed immigrant Nazi vampire Dr. Eichmann Mengele since 1950) which wanted global nuclear war or Google just because the technocrats who run Google are a bunch of assholes.
“Van Helsing,” Semiramis gasped.
The Queen of Babylon had encountered Van Helsing on previous occasions.
“Semiramis,” Van Helsing acknowledged the Queen of Babylon.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the spitting image of Carson Cody Albion the private eye?” Semiramis asked.
“A few people have told me that,” Van Helsing answered, “Isn’t Carson Cody Albion the private eye supposed to be immortal? In the same way that Sherrielock Holmes the lesser known twin sister of Sherlock Holmes is likewise literally immortal? Although Sherrielock became immortal as a result of eating a Lingzhi Supernatural Mushroom omelette and drinking a Lingzhi Supernatural Mushroom milkshake. I have no how idea how Carson Cody Albion became literally immortal.”
“Rumour has it,” Semiramis answered, “that he became immortal after drinking milk from the sexy incredible well endowed breasts of my very beautiful and very young looking mother the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis.”
“Really,” Van Helsing was intrigued, “Any idea where your mother is now?”.
“None, whatsoever,” Semiramis replied.
Van Helsing loked disappointed.
He’d have to continue searching for Ponce de Leon’s Fountain of Youth in Florida.
A sudden rumble came from the night sky.
Semiramis and Van Helsing looked up.
It was the Celtic stag god Cernunnos chasing a demon elk.
A couple of years ago a Calgary based geopolitical analyst friend of Renfield’s had written a blog post (out of the blue) about a demon elk seated on a throne in Rome’s catacombs who was being worshipped by a group of Cardinals and Western world political leaders.
Today at the Spanish language evangelical church the geopolitical analyst attended a woman described an experience she had this past Tuesday where she had encountered a demonic looking elk on a highway in Idaho.
The elk smashed her windshield and the woman had to keep her eyes closed so that the glass that covered her face wouldn’t enter her eyes and she’d go blind.
She was rushed to hospital by ambulance where all the glass that surrounded her eyes was carefully removed and thanks to prayer and the amazing team of doctors and nurses, her eyes were saved.
That same Tuesday the geopolitical analyst was having a dream about the Celtic stag god Cernunnos hunting a demon elk.
He was awakened by his bozo landlord who needed to get into his room to the electric control panel in his room so he could momentarily shut off all the power in the house.
The bozo landlord did so.
And did so without stepping on the geopolitical analyst’s tablet that was being charged on the floor.
However the landlord was making such a racket upstairs, the geopolitical analyst decided to go get a haircut as he needed one.
When he got home, he was shocked to discover his tablet and his cord and plug in complete disarray on the floor as the bozo landlord had stepped all over it.
His tablet that had a perfect appearance for years was now full of cracks.
He had been getting severe eyestrain the past few days from trying to read and write on it.
But that was obviously nothing to the terror that this woman in his church must have felt this past Tuesday over the fact that she could possibly go blind with her face and eyelids covered in glass from the broken windshield on her car after her car made contact with a demonic looking elk on a road in Idaho.
Ironically enough, the geopolitical analyst had recently written a blog post about Australia’s notorious Uncle Ernie on a road in Idaho.
And then this woman’s testimony regarding her eyes and eyesight in Church on this Sunday October 9th 2022.
Another amazing thing is this Calgary based geopolitical analyst was raised Anglican and in the Canadian Anglican Book of Common Prayer, October 9th is the Memorial Commemorative Date of Robert Grosseteste a scholar who became the Bishop of Lincoln and died in the year 1253.
Robert Grosseteste studied the science of optics and wrote extensively on the subject.
He also invented the first pair of glasses ever invented in medieval Europe.
Robert Grosseteste also taught the young Roger Bacon science.
Roger Bacon was also the medieval philosopher who invented the Baconian scientific method (It can be found in Roger Bacon’s Magnum Opus which was one of the geopolitical analyst’s favourite books in the Medieval Philosophy class he took at the University of Alberta)).
Scholars of the Enlightenment couldn’t handle the idea of a 13th Century Franciscan monk inventing the Baconian Scientific Method so they lied and claimed that it was the late 16th and early 17th Century Protestant and Rosicrucian Freemason Francis Bacon (who conveniently had the same last name) that came up with the Baconian scientific method.
So in a matter dealing with eyes, a geopolitical analyst has had severe eyestrain the past week from trying to read and write on a cracked tablet, a woman almost lost her eyesight after her car windshield came crashing in during an encounter with a demonic looking elk on an Idaho highway and the geopolitical analyst found all this out in Church on the Anglican Memorial Commemorative Day of Robert Grosseteste the Bishop of Lincoln who studied the science of Optics and invented the first pair of eye glasses in medieval Europe.
A dream about a demon elk, an actual encounter with a demonic looking elk this past Tuesday.
Anything else?
Well the Calgary based geopolitical analyst almost died from severe food poisoning as a kid from eating a piece of undercooked wild game animal meat from… an elk.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
-Hamlet, Act I, Scene v, lines 167-168.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday October 9th
2022.
Star-Crossed Leprechaun
“Darling, darling, what is it you saw?” Parker Andrewes asked his wife Claire.
“Perhaps Madame Andrewes would like a cup of tea?” Bela the butler put a tea tray down on the table next to the lounging chair where Claire Andrewes had collapsed after looking out the window.
“Tea would be nice,” said Claire.
“Darling, what was it you saw?” Parker Andrewes asked his wife again.
“A leprechaun,” Claire replied.
“A leprechaun?” Parker Andrewes was stunned by the reply.
“You mean like the wee green folk who live in Ireland?” Bela inquired.
“Yes,” Claire nodded.
Our story begins several hours earlier in the year 2021 at 10 Downing Street in London.
“And what did you say your name was again?” British Prime Minister Boris Johnson asked his bald headed guest with the big fangs protruding over his mouth.
“Count Nosferatu,” the bald headed man with big fangs answered.
“Count Nosferatu?” Johnson removed some scrambled eggs that had been caught in his hair, “You mean like Count Dracula?”.
“No, Count Nosferatu like the 1922 German silent film Nosferatu starring Max Schreck,” the bald headed vampire answered, “Although his name was Count Orlok in the film but mine is Nosferatu. That’s because I was the world’s first Nosferatu.”
“What’s the difference between Nosferatu and other vampires?” Johnson removed some slices of bacon caught in his hair.
“Nosferatu are bald headed vampires,” Count Nosferatu replied.
“Really?” Boris Johnson started washing his hair with Johnson’s Baby Shampoo, “I hope that won’t happen to me. The ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith turned me into what she called a zombie nosferatu. I hope this doesn’t mean I’m going to go bald.”
“Many zombies still have hair,” Count Nosferatu reflected, “so perhaps you’ll be more zombie than nosferatu.”
“Gosh, I certainly hope so,” Johnson started drying his hair with heat from a toaster he held upside down over his head.
“I think someone’s filming us,” Count Nosferatu pointed to the potted plants on the stand outside the 2nd floor balcony window.
“It must be the blasted members of the press again,” Johnson seethed, “I’m going to settle this once and for all. I’m going to moon them.”
Johnson pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down.
He then turned around and bent over.
Yaldabaoth the Irish leprechaun was standing in the potted plants filming the Boris Johnson-Count Nosferatu meeting on behalf of Peter Whitstable the man they call the Fox Mulder of Interpol.
He was startled by the sight of Boris Johnson mooning him.
So much so that he pushed the wrong button on his Houdini-Tesla-Pantages-Welles-Lamarr Magic Lantern Film Projector and Camera.
The device could also serve as an instrument for time travel.
Yaldabaoth wound up in the year 1939 on the Parker Andrewes Estate near Watertown New York.
Claire Andrewes happened to be looking out the Andrewes mansion window at the time.
She noticed the wee leprechaun.
Yaldbaoth tried pushing another button on the device to return to the time from whence he came.
Instead he pushed a button that projected 3-D holographic images of the Boris Johnson-Count Nosferatu meeting including the British Prime Minister’s infamous mooning of the potted plants on the 2nd floor balcony window.
The sight of Johnson’s moon landing sent Claire Andrewes reeling into her lounging chair where her husband Parker and their butler Bela came rushing to her aid.
The ghost of radio show host Paul Harvey appeared outside the mansion and speaking into a ghostly microphone said, “And now you know the rest of the story.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday March 11th
2021.
Peter Whitstable: On The Trail of Demon Possessed Dogs In The English Countryside
Peter Whitstable: On The Trail of Demon Possessed Dogs In The English Countryside
British MP Renfield R. Renfield remarked after watching Infowars Conspiracy Theorist Alex Jones on YouTube on his laptop, “This Alex Jones is an idiot for calling New York’s 14th Congressional District Democratic Party nominee Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez a Communist. The man doesn’t seem to know the difference between a Communist and a Eurosocialist.”
“And then of course,” Amadeus Emanon remarked in reply, “There’s British television interviewer Piers Morgan who’s an idiot for not knowing that journalist Ash Sarkar is a Communist when everyone else in Britain knows that Ash Sarkar is a self admitted Communist.”
“That was pretty funny,” Renfield smiled, “when pompous Piers said to her “You talk like a Communist” and Ash replied, “I am a Communist, you idiot.” “
. . .
Vladimir Putin lay down to rest.
Today he awarded the 2018 FIFA World Cup to France 🇫🇷.
Tomorrow he’d be meeting America’s Twitterer-In-Chief Donald Trump.
As Putin lay on his pillow, a raven flew in through the window and cried, “Beware the Lobsters of July!
Beware the Lobsters of July!”.
A bust of Pallas Athena fell off his bedroom writing table.
And a leather bound old volume copy of The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe fell off his book shelf.
The raven turned and flew out the window.
“What the Hell,” Putin wondered, “does that mean?”.
. . .
Peter Whitstable the Fox Mulder of Interpol was trekking through the English countryside.
A pair of demonically possessed dogs were running loose.
They had escaped after an exorcism attempt was performed on them by the Rev. Father Aidan Bury Saint Edmunds the vicar of Saint Swithin’s By The Floodwaters Parish Church.
They had then tried to attack U. S. President Donald Trump at a statue unveiling outside The Trump Arms Pub in London.
And now they were running lose in the English countryside creating chaos and havoc.
Eating sheep 🐑 and then regurgitating goats 🐐.
One of the demon possessed dogs used to be a Dachshund named Bashful.
He had now turned into a giant spectral wolfhound who was the Hound of The Baskervilles Reincarnated.
The other demon possessed dog was a Welsh corgi named Friendly.
He had since turned into a dog with the body of a Saint Bernard but he now had 3 heads- the head of a Rottweiler, the head of a Bassett hound and the head of a chihuahua.
Whitstable stumbled onto an English country pub.
He decided to go inside and ask them if they had seen the demon possessed dogs who were somewhat recognizable in appearance.
When he came through the door, he noticed to his surprise the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith sitting on a chair at the end of the bar.
“Good evening, Mr. Whitstable,” she smiled her sweet Vampiric incisors at him, “Can you tell me where your friend Dracul Van Helsing is?”.
“What do you want with Van Helsing?” Whitstable asked.
At that moment, a copy of the Kama Sutra fell off one of the pub book shelves.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday July 15th
2018.
Pope Rihanna and Diablos Nocturna At The 2018 Met Gala
May 12, 2018 at 11:59 pm (Avatar Speaks, Celebrities, Commentary, Culture, Fashion, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Religion, Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (Bishopess of Rome Rihanna, Diablos Nocturna, High Priestess Rihanna, Met Gala 2018, Pope Rihanna, Rihanna, Rome, Sabrine Davignon, The Vampiress Lilith, The Vatican, Vatican)
Pope Rihanna and Diablos Nocturna At The 2018 Met Gala
Diablos Nocturna stood in the secret Time Tunnel at the CERN Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland.
The date was Saturday May 12th 2018.
Standing alongside him in the tunnel was the powerful French witch Sabrine Davignon.
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The CERN scientist Dr. Hades Spawnus threw the switch.
Both Diablos Nocturna and the French witch Sabrine Davignon went back in time to the Met Gala 2018 in New York City held on Monday May 7th 2018.
And standing there was Pope Rihanna on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art:
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Sabrine Davignon commanded the elements, “Freeze time except for…” and then she spoke names in Latin which confused the post Vatican II Jesuit priest Father James Martin.
All people at the gala were frozen in time and place except for Pope Rihanna, Diablos Nocturna and Sabrine Davignon herself.
Diablos Nocturna went and knelt in front of Pope Rihanna.
He kissed her papal ring.
She then turned around and bent over and lifted her glittering sparkling papal robe and short tight skirted mini dress and he kissed her ass.
Sabrine Davignon thought to herself, “How like new members of the White House staff and the Trump Administration when they go in to meet the Donald in the Oval Office for the first time.”
Pope Rihanna kissed Diablos Nocturna on the forehead and both cheeks (facial cheeks for clarification).
She then ran her fingers through his hair and asked, “Have you been a good boy, Diablos Nocturna?”.
“No, I’ve been a very bad boy, your Holiness,” Diablos Nocturna confessed.
“Then I must punish you,” Pope Rihanna removed from underneath her robe a large wooden paddle that had written on it in large print MY PAPAL BLESSINGS AND INDULGENCES (written in Latin of course which would have further confused Father James Martin had he not been frozen in time and place).
She then sat on the steps, commanded Diablos Nocturna to take off all his clothes and lie across her skirted lap.
When Diablos Nocturna had done so, Pope Rihanna then administered 666 very strong and powerful whacks on his bare buttocks with her Papal Blessings and Indulgences (in Latin) paddle.
When she had finished, Diablos Nocturna then arose off her lap bearing a huge erection.
“Now perform the act of ritual tantric sex,” Sabrine Davignon said.
As Diablos Nocturna and Pope Rihanna performed the act of ritual tantric sex on the steps of The Metropolitan, the vampiress Golgotha (the daughter of Lilith) flew on top of a Cross in the Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and The Catholic Imagination Exhibit at the Met and hung there with her arms outstretched.
Meanwhile in Rome Italy, the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith was dancing around the Vatican wearing a blood red evening dress and creating a huge whirlwind as she did so.
Sabrine Davignon (the immortal daughter of Hecate the Greek goddess of witchcraft in her beautiful young maiden form and King Saint Louis IX of France from a night in which the blessed saint fell into temptation) smiled as she watched the Lady of the Dance on her smart phone (the image was being recorded by the cigarette smoking demon Asmodeus on his smart phone in Rome).
Meanwhile at the Vatican itself, Pope Francis awakened in his bedroom confronted by the sight of Beelzebub the Lord of the Flies doing up his fly on his Prada men’s suit after emerging from the papal bathroom 🚽.
And finally Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster awoke in a sweat in his lobster tank at the Set Enterprises laboratory in London.
He quickly wiped the sweat off his lobster brow with one of his claws.
He wondered, had what he saw all been a dream or was it real?
It would be some time before Michelangelo pronounced his final judgement on the matter.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday May 12th
2018.
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