Amadeus’ Song: A Distant Mirror Reflects

January 9, 2019 at 11:19 pm (Arts, Culture, Geopolitics and International Relations, Gothic, International Intrigue, Music, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, Romance, Science-Fiction, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Singer Amadeus Emanon was in the recording studio of Aulos Music and Recording Ltd. on London’s Abbey Road.

His producer Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell gave him the thumbs up.

Amadeus started to sing,

In Beverly Hills, you never grow old
your body uses science to take on a new glow
Life eternal is now in a pill

On those nights when the moon rises high
and stardust mixes with water and wine
what was blood to the Son of Man falls on dry barren ground

This is the new Hollywood
replacing that holy wood of long ago
Golgotha’s hill gives way to the hills of Beverly

And now a new god beckons me from behind that silver screen
offering me love, sex and immortality
it’s all so thrilling and so new
All I have to do is give my soul away
And watch the light from blood red moon
signal the start of a brand new day
Amazon and Google like John the Baptist lead the way
5G flows into my brain like San Francisco’s golden rain
Circuitry and arteries have now fused and merged into one

The flashes of light and the deity in sight
They burst all around like galaxies abound
The celestial mass divides again and again
DNA has never been this way
Our being is changed in the twinkling of an eye
And we can do it all without that Carpenter guy

And so I’ve taken the Mark
My life is one with android electrical spark
I’ve changed this flesh for a mechanical heart
one that will forever beat even without love
I know I will live forever and never ever die
That fruit of tree in Garden is so yesterday
far too earthy and natural
nothing like today
when science and high tech have shown us the way

The lights of Metropolis of yesterday
have given way to Metropolis’ lights today
What was there on the screen of ’20s German Expressionist film
has come to pass with Transhumanist technocracy know-how
Lovecraft saw the Great Old Ones coming back
but not the shiny new gadgets they carried in their sack
They have offered us all the kingdoms of this world
gold, precious jewels and all diverse manners of pearl
and have offered us immortality to boot
We have now become the gods
And the food of the gods?
Our own souls
that we eat daily.
Amen and amen.

Heathcliff Dioynsus Campbell nodded that was a rap.

Amadeus took off his headphones and in his mind’s eye, saw a distant mirror.

To the Hollywood of the early 1940s when Carson Cody Albion Private Eye was offered immortality with a divinely human touch from the Syro-Phoenician goddess Atargatis:

The flesh was weak back then.

But, Amadeus reflected, thanks to advances in science and technology, the spirit itself has become weak.

And all of us are now ready to betray the Son of Man without so much as a kiss.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday January 9th

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The Howling of The Frost Giants: A Poem

December 23, 2016 at 4:14 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , )

The Howling of The Frost Giants: A Poem

Outside the house the frost giants howl
preparing for the Norse Ragnarok
December 2016- a descent into darkness
A land of winter but no Christmas
as C.S. Lewis foresaw
A Narnia ruled by a Queen of Snow and Ice

Outside the house the frost giants howl
to the materialist just great gusts of wind and snow
to the magician wicked spirits of ice and snow
risen from the depths of Niflheim
Loki calls to Thor in adversarial jest
Fenrir howls at Odin
Great serpents rise in this land of the damned
A Hell minus centigrade and minus Fahrenheit
where snow and ice devour instead of flames

Trolls and ogres have left their underground caves
and openly walk the streets of the city
great blemishes of ugliness and decay
Oh for the laser machete of Pan Goatee to slaughter such ugly beasts

Outside the house the frost giants howl
Christmas without Christ is here
but instead of a Transhumanist technological utopia
Old beasts and old gods have returned
Old devils laugh in glee
mocking lights on a Christmas tree.

Man and Superman- thy godhood has arrived
but lesser than the trees and the stars
More powerful ancient spirits are also here
This is the season Prophets and Mystics did fear
It has come to pass
in the form of Wintery blast
The Frost Giants are here!
They laugh and they jeer!
An Ice Age Reign of Terror!
Talk of a Promised Land- all in error!
As gods fall from a celestial hall, wolf and serpent scowl,
Outside the house the frost giants howl.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday December 19th 2016.

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Cthulhu Reborn

July 15, 2015 at 7:09 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mystery/horror, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Cthulhu Reborn

“When the stars align, Cthulhu will rise again to resume his dominion over the Earth, ushering in an age of unfrenzied abandon. Humankind will be “free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and reveling and killing in joy.”

-Transhumanist Mark Dery
celebrating the rise of H.P. Lovecraft’s
Cosmic Monster

“Release the Kraken!”

-Zeus, The Clash of The Titans, 1981

“What happened to an Englishman in the South Pacific the day the U.S. dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima was revealed in a poem.”

-Diablos Nocturna,
MI-6 Specialist in
investigating the role
of the occult, the paranormal
and the supernatural
in Geopolitics and International

Here is the poem:

“All good tales have a sequel.”

-Some Hollywood movie producer counting his box office profits after the release of yet another summer blockbuster.

Cthulhu Reborn: A Poem

It was a beautiful day on the South Pacific
a day three friends thought terrific
but as they talked and sailed about
eating buns and sauerkraut
the Kraken followed Medusa who could now walk on water
much to the amazement of a totally lost sea otter
Then Medusa dived beneath the waves
having lost her snake hair, she was fair to gaze
So love-smitten Kraken followed her down
and when he couldn’t find her, he wore a frown
Then he saw a red dragon at the bottom of the sea
a dragon with buried heart at wounded knee
And the dragon approached and the two merged into one
a merger that darkened the light of the sun
Transhumanist’s dreams and humanity’s nightmare had begun.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday July 15th 2015.

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The Cyborg Octopus: A Poem

June 18, 2015 at 7:22 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, Mystery/horror, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

The Cyborg Octopus: A Poem

It was an octopus
with metallic hooks for tentacles
and could squeeze the life out of you
and puncture you at the same time
a stitch in time does not save nine
as it had killed 9 people today
as it slithered and made its way.

It had been an octopus once caught
in a net coldly fraught
cast by a mind
not hard to find
a mind thoroughly pragmatic and calculating
scientific progress at all cost was for him the thing
for him to achieve this, he’d stop at nothing.

He caught the octopus and went to the lab
for him beetles four were just not fab
he fed the radioactive Egyptian scarabs to the octopus
and let cosmic nature take its course for this.

The octopus became stronger
yes, not much longer
Then he filled the lab with temperatures cold
so this octopus would not be growing old
Then attached the robotic hooks to the tentacles
while silently laughed a god of pentacles.

And the dying from a fatal disease mad doctor then uploaded his consciousness into the beast
and then emerged from the tank prowling to see on whom he could feast.

Napoleon VI the talking cyborg octopus called himself
A name he chose having helped himself to bits of the Little Corporal’s brains on the shelf.

And so on this 200th Anniversary of Waterloo
the state of the human race will soon be through
As Napoleon VI rises from the depths of the very deep and encircles the globe
not having read the encyclical on Climate Change written by Rome’s bishop in white robe.

-A horror poem
written by Christopher
Thursday June 18th
2015 on
The 200th Anniversary
of Napoleon’s defeat
at the Battle of Waterloo.

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Something Transhuman This Way Comes

April 8, 2015 at 6:26 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Something Transhuman This Way Comes

Amadeus Emanon was watching an adaptation of Agatha Christie’s The Third Girl on BBC Television.

Hercule Poirot was standing on an estate balcony watching a man and a woman on the lawn kissing under the moonlight.

Said Poirot to the woman standing next to him on the balcony, “We are looking, Madame, at a mystery. The greatest mystery. The mystery that even I, Hercule Poirot, will never be able to solve. The mystery that is… the nature of Love.”

“Love is a mystery?” Renfield looked up from the book of essays he was reading written by Ray Kurzweil, J. Craig Venter and other leading Transhumanist thinkers.

“Hercule Poirot says it is,” Amadeus ate his Belgian waffles with strawberry syrup.

“It can be awfully expensive, I know,” Renfield sipped his 12-year-old single malt whisky, “especially on Valentine’s Day. Having to buy your date all those flowers and chocolates and then she won’t let you get into her panties anyways… stupid bitch.”

Renfield’s last Valentine’s Day had been an even bigger fiasco than Bugsy Malone’s 1929 Valentine’s Day at the hands of Al Capone.

“You wanted to get into her panties?” Amadeus ate his chocolate covered Easter bunny, “I didn’t know you had all these Bruce Jenner like urges.”

“That’s not what I meant by that metaphor, you idiot,” Renfield spilled malt whisky all over himself in his rage.

Amadeus switched to another channel on the TV.

A film historian was giving a commentary on the 1933 American horror film The Vampire Bat that starred Lionell Atwill and Fay Wray.

Said the film historian, “Any resemblance between statements made by mad scientists in the Hollywood horror films of the 1930s and ’40s and today’s Transhumanist scientists is purely coincidental.”

Renfield harrumphed as he used a copy of the 2013 Transhumanist Manifesto (that he had written) to dry himself off.

Amadeus switched to another channel where a theologian was being interviewed.

Said the theologian, “Any resemblance between the promises made by the serpent to Eve in the Garden of Eden (“Ye shall be as gods” and “Ye shall not die”) and the promises made by Transhumanist thinkers today (“We shall be like gods” and “we shall not die”) is purely coincidental …”

“What a day I’m having,” Renfield cried as a house fly got stuck to his whisky soaked copy of his Transhumanist Manifesto.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 8th

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Don Juan Rising: Man and Transhuman

April 7, 2015 at 6:54 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Mystery/horror, Satire, Technology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Don Juan Rising: Man and Transhuman

Renfield R. Renfield the genetically created hamster/human Chief of Security and Intelligence Gathering for the London-based billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set was practicing a political speech in front of the living room’s antique Louis XIV Sun King mirror much to his friend Amadeus Emanon’s amusement.

A couple of years earlier, Renfield had founded the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti Bio-Conservative Party.

Unfortunately Renfield had not come up with the required number of signatures for his party to be recognized as a registered political party in Britain so he was unable to take part in recent leaders’ election debates or in future leaders’ election debates.

Thus not being a registered party, his candidates had to run as independent candidates in the UK’s various constituencies.

Although there were not that many members of his Party running as candidates anyways.

There were only 10 other candidates running as independents on the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti-Bio Conservative Party platform throughout the United Kingdom’s 650 constituencies.

Of these, 9 were thirty something in age long-haired and bearded science-fiction fans who were still living in their parents’ basements.

The 10th was the Welsh Vampiress Morgana (a niece of the sorceress Morgan Le Fay) who was running as an independent on the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti Bio-Conservative Party platform against well-known far far Left backbench British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley (who unbeknownst to his constituents and the public at large was a werewolf) in the Welsh constituency of Newbridge.

Renfield himself was running as an Independent on the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti Bio-Conservative Party platform in the constituency of London Collingwood Hills where his boss the Vampire Set’s colossal mansion was located.

The constituency had been a British Conservative Party stronghold for the past 70 years.

At an all-candidates’ forum in the Constituency last week, Renfield extolled the virtues of living in a society where everybody had upgraded to the new Humanity 2.0 and had become Transhuman.

“It’s the next step in our human evolution,” Renfield waved a copy of The Origin of Species, “Charles Darwin, if he weren’t dead, would have been so proud.”

Renfield said that recent developments in the fields of genetics, robotics, artificial intelligence, nanotechnology and synthetic biology would allow everyone to become Transhuman.

“Think of where technology has taken us these past 100 years,” Renfield enthused, “why 100 years ago only people who lived in your own neighbourhood or own town or city might have known that you’re an idiot. But today thanks to advanced technology and social networking sites such as Twitter, YouTube and Facebook, you now have the chance to show the entire world what an idiot you are.”

The remark did not go over too well for some reason.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 7th

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Amadeus’ Dream About A Political Candidates’ Meeting

December 30, 2013 at 4:05 pm (Commentary, Humour, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

Amadeus’ Dream About A Political Candidates’ Meeting

Amadeus Emanon was asleep and dreaming that he was at a political candidates’ meeting.

The British Liberal Democratic Party were not running a candidate in the riding.

And the British Labour Party candidate was absent after coming down with acute laryngitis after a karaoke evening of trying to sing Beyonce songs with his baritone voice in a neighbourhood pub.

The only candidates present were the British Conservative Party candidate and Renfield R. Renfield representing the British Transhumanist Techno-Progressive Anti-Bio Conservative Party of which he was the founder and leader.

The meeting chairman called on the Conservative candidate to speak first.

“Well speaking as a Conservative candidate,” the Conservative candidate began, “I just droll on… and on… never letting anybody get a word in edgewise… until I froth at the mouth and fall over backwards…”

The Conservative Party candidate then proceeded to do just that.

As he was carried away on a stretcher into a waiting ambulance, the meeting chairman then called on Renfield to speak.

“Well speaking as a psychopathic hypersexualized serial womanizer,” Renfield began, “which a woman called me in a recent Facebook posting…”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday December 29th

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The Scientist and Jack O’ Hare

July 9, 2011 at 7:04 pm (Commentary, Short Story) (, , , , )

“Why shouldn’t pigs have wings?” the man with glasses in the white lab coat asked Jack O’ Hare.

The wild hare bunny rabbit raised his big ears when he heard the question and calmly continued to eat his carrot.

“We can make the sea boiling hot with nuclear explosions,” the scientist rubbed his hands together enthusiastically, “so why not give pigs wings? My colleagues and I are working on such wonders with genetic engineering. Perhaps you’d like wings, my big earred furry friend.”

Jack looked up at the sky.

He saw a crow and a magpie fighting.

Not all was so friendly in the skies despite the vast beautiful blue and the luminescent fluffy white clouds.

No, he was quite content with who God had made him to be- a bunny rabbit.

When Jack finished his carrot, he turned his back on the scientist in the lab coat and hopped away.

“But I can make you a god if you’d just give me the chance,” the scientist shouted after Jack O’ Hare, “for that’s the next stage in the cosmic evolution of all us species.”

The scientist’s name wasn’t Frankenstein but it may just as well have been.

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