The Magician: Then and Now

The Magician:  Then and Now


The magician looked into the reflecting pool of water.

He spoke words that had not been heard on earth in millennia, "Itha tubacca moya illaca lama saranamuth."


The pool showed an image of an elderly Norwegian man Sigurd in a nursing home.


Sigurd flipped through his art books for the man had been an artist for most of his life.

The magician lowered his right hand into the reflecting bowl of water.


He chanted again in an unknown tongue.

Then he removed his hand out of the water.


In his hand he clutched a human heart and threw it into a bucket of human hearts.


The elderly Norwegian man Sigurd was found dead in his room in the nursing home.

The cause of death would be ruled heart attack.


The bucket of hearts the Magician would lay at the feet of the idol of an ancient deity.


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 An identical idol statue of the same deity the pagan worshipping Vatican Cardinal JM was praying to along with his personal secretary Father Oliver Thomas Wardenclyffe.

Most of the time Cardinal JM and his assistant prayed to Ancient Greek gods but occasionally ancient Egyptian.


Tonight they were praying to a deity that was never worshipped by the ancient Egyptians.


Only feared.


The deity was the female demon Ammit known as the Eater of Hearts and the Devourer of the Dead.


She had the head of a crocodile, the upper torso of a lion and the lower torso of a hippopotamus.


"Amen," Cardinal JM made the sign of an inverted cross.

Father Wardenclyffe managed to contort and twist his own body into a yogic position that made him resemble the figure of the Baphomet.


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The beautiful and sexy dark eyed raven haired gypsy fortune teller Dulcinea Lucia was in her psychic reading shop on London's Carnaby Street gazing into her crystal ball.


But the image she saw in her crystal ball was not of the future but of the past.


It was the image of practicing occultic Germanic Thule Society adept Dietrich Eckhart as he lay on his deathbed on the evening of December 26th 1923.


The last words of Eckhart were, "Follow Hitler! He will dance but it is I who have called the tune!".


In a clock shop somewhere in London, an old clock that had a picture of Sir Winston Churchill on it suddenly stopped ticking.


In a museum in Berlin, a clock that had stopped ticking in April 1945 suddenly sprang to life again.


And somewhere on the globe, a high-flying falcon raised an eerie cry.


-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Thursday March 10th
 2016.