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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.
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