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 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.
“Thou shall pass through the valley in the shadow
of death
And thou shall fear no evil…(Holy Bible)”
In my Cabbalad-up life-script as the reborn Queen
Victoria, we, my stand-in identical twin sister Babs and I, Barb,
planned to travel the world and share many ups and downs. Among
many, many other places, we were to live in big cities such as
Barcelona and Washington DC; on the seashores of America, England
and Spain; on mountains in Cyprus and in Catalunya; and eventually,
at the end of the Century, we would visit India and then land up
very poor and rather scorned, shabby and broke in the infamous
Neanderthal!!
((A valley in Germany where the earliest evidence
was discovered of the Anthropol, the species of primeval man
widespread in the paleolithic period.))
Indeed it was some sort of a home-coming for the
reborn Queen, who is quoted as having said “If I were not who I am:
If I were reborn common and unknown and unimportant, then I would
choose to live in Germany. In Coburg where I was conceived.”
In April 1994, LAST LIFE SCRIPT (Heaven on Earth)
dictated: GERMANY:
However, when, at the LAST LIFE Film Script’s
death scene…HRH’s karmic debt was summed up, it evolved that Her
Majesty, even with the double efforts of the two look-alike Barb
Anne Dolla’s, had not worked out enough of the bad stuff to see her
move in luxury into the German Coburg Castle.
“No way” roared the big omnipotent Boss (jahaallamondieuxdiosmiomeingottgod)
when Saint Pete came begging for HER at the Heavenly gates…Up on a
Cloud.
<MERCY> Pete? You
sweet on her or summit, my saucy likkel saint. No way have those two
reborn women come close to atoning for all the terrible things that
she and hers done. Send them to the valley Pete. Take away
everything they think they possess! their black shiny British
Passport (with all the evidence of where they been). Let her get
mugged! Let ‘em steal her identification German Passport and driving
licence. Take her Spanish Residencia card, remove the pink Spanish
Driving Licence and yes, Pete, have her get very good beaten up.
Then, only then, penniless with blue bruises on her hard head Pete,
you can give her 20 Guilders (Dutch money) in the <Help stranded
Germans AMOK.> Then let her, in borrowed shoes, green jeans and an
old coat, stick out her thumb and hitch hike via Utrecht to her
destination COLOGNE, GERMANY: From there after some family reunion
with the reborn Princess Vicki and the reborn Prince Edward, you get
her delivered to the Neanderthal. See what she can do with living in
the German Gutter. There what was bombed by the Brits in the 1940s
Hit in modern History. The Nazi Zeit.
See how those two old interchangeable darlings
cope with life in poverty at the bottom.Tell her “being haughty”
will not help her this time around…Hee
“Well yes Sir, of course Sir. Your word is
undoubtedly LAW in the Universe…but”
“But what Pete” roared Jaha.. “No way has “HER”
earned living posh and royal again”.
And then, grudgingly, HE adds “My only concession
is that on her journey through the tunnel, through the valley, death
is only a shadow and there is no evil to fear.. ya ‘ear” And with a
snore that sounded like thunder, the Big Boss disappeared as in a
vortex..
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