Queen Victoria:
Birth of the Royal Bastards

Cha-cha-channeled for K.EE. from Innernet to Internet

I was having a holiday in Wales as the guest of the Doctors Scracey on Prospect Farm in Llanidloes when I heard the announcement over the BBC about Nostradamus’ prophecy of the Royal Pretender.  Nostradamus had prophesied that, in these times, after the adulterous actions of Royal Princesses rocked the reigning monarchy in their credibility to uphold the Christian faith, an older woman, a “Royal Pretender” would appear with pretend rights to the British throne.  This “Royal Pretender” would take over the reins of Britain when she is aged 72 and bring it back to its greatness. I realised that I was playing out this older woman who would, with her wisdom born of much experience in the game of life, with its UPS & DOWNS, eventually find a way to get through to the poor people whom I saw suffering so sadly, all around me.

So the first thing I had to do in the novel that I was writing about HeR, hypnotised by HeR to do things HeR way, was to work out WHERE the Royal Pretender had gotten HeR pretend rights to the British throne?

 As is my habit on awakening, I sat myself in front of my little manual typewriter I called “O.D.” (Olivetti Dora, we did adore her), pushed all thoughts out and tuned in to the surrealistic channel that is available to me (and you) to ask questions of those who have gone through that door marked DEATH—the GDs.

They giggled away…Ha ha ha….It’s easy!  You are born on the 29th December 1937. they said.  Yes?  Well,… hee hee hee…Do you remember “Darling David,” that pipe-smoking ukulele–playing uncle of the little princesses Elizabeth and Margaret Rose..? 

“Erhh…. yes” I ventured, remembering the dapper Duke of Windsor, and briefly King Edward VIII, who gave up the throne and his chance to do some good in the high level politics of the world so that he could be honest and honourable by marrying the American woman, Wallis Simpson, whom he truly loved.

 Well, in HerStory, as kaballahed by Queen Victoria in the script for her next and also last life, David, who was a clever and far-thinking man, decided to sire a child who would be brought up COMMON and ORDINARY.  He would then watch over her, in a DADDY LONGLEGS manner to see that she got all that she needed to follow Victoria’s script to work out all of the heavy, royal karmic debt, gain total spiritual enlightenment with the help of an Indian mystic and create a world government which prevents the use of NUCLEAR  WEAPONRY and that stops the use of petroleum products.

 Although Queen Victoria was officially “not amused” she reportedly amused herself in many ways of the world--marihuana and other fashionable playthings of the time, including men after her beloved Albert died young.  Called the “Opium Queen” by some, she used opium to reduce China to a shadow of itself and get concessions like Hong Kong.  So while kaballaring the LAST LIFE SCRIPT 100 years ago, Her Royal Highness Queen Victoria decided to have herself reborn (IN THE FLESH) “on the wrong side of the royal blanket.”  “Charlie’s Aunties,” are identical twins, b.a.ch. and b.a.sho, the ROYAL BASTARDS.  In the soft-porno film set in Amörsbach near Coburg, Germany, we watch David Darling seducing Lolita on April Fool’s Day 1937.  HeR, the enigmatic spirit, appears on Earth just to cohabitate with Edward VIII and see to it that twins bearing Queen Victoria’s soul would arrive on life’s stage SuperNaturally On Time on Christmas Day 1937.  (Queen Victoria was conceived in Amörsbach near Coburg, Germany, also.  Just another coincidence, don’t you suppose?  …hee hee…) 

The twins would be “born” in a maternity nursing home on the sea front on The Downs on Herne Bay, Kent, and registered as one child with the same name in January 1938 by their father Al (who was always known as Bertie).  Olive would wear a cushion and pretend to be pregnant, and they, the common, working class Chapmans would pretend that the long-legged, eight-pound baby girl, delivered to them at 6 a.m. on the morning of 29th December, already 4 days old and weaned onto a bottle, was their very own.  It was Queen Victoria’s aim to put a royal cuckoo into the common and hard-working family in wartime Britain so that she could grow wisdom out of the hard life experiences of the following years.

 Lolita would “die” soon after the babies birth and leave this earth to “return to heaven” to wait for the next “bit” part.  The other twin baby girl was raised in the Bahamas near her royal father, “David Darling,”  (Edward VIII, Duke of Windsor) so he could watch over her as she grew up.

 In the “film” about The Royal Pretender, we see the amazed midwife (who came “too late to Albion House”) being shown the “newly born” four-day-old baby.  She said that she had never seen a more wide-awake "newborn."  Olive, the new “mother,” told her that everything was OK and that Bertie had taken the “placenta” out to be burned.  She had “washed” herself and, being very shy, did not need the midwife’s attention, thank you very much.  Olive accepted the fact of the “virgin birth” although the baby looked the spitting image of her husband Al (whom she called “Bertie”), and it was one of the many things that Al and Ol never talked about in the 52 years of their marriage.

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