Saturday, June 30, 2007

Shadows On Those Around Us...

June 30th, 2007

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The Announcement

in 1999, unknown and unseen to each other, two teams of assassins moved into the royal chambers at Buckingham Palace in London; the one led by Sir Lance du Lac went to the queen's bed chamber, and the one led by Prime Minister Sir Kay Ector advanced on King Arthur. The stealthy, quiet men did their work professionally and cleanly, and the monarchs were soon bleeding profusely. Arthur maintained consciousness, and crawled to Queen Gwen's bed, where he found her life ebbing away. “Arthur,” she said, trying to hold her life in with one hand and reaching out to him with the other. “Arthur, I love you. I'm sorry I mucked it all up.” He smiled through the blood that was welling up in his mouth, and reached over to press the button that would summon the staff. This was almost too much effort for him, and he swooned. She steadied him, but that let loose more blood than she could spare. “You were the greatest queen that England has ever known,” he whispered into her ear as he rested himself beside her on the blood-soaked bed. “I only regret that I will never know your child.” He paused, then added, “Our child.” He lowered his face to hers for a kiss, but she was already growing cold, and he sank back with a sob. With his last bit of strength, he pulled her body to him and held her tenderly. The young serving girl who answered the bell screamed and ran over to them, finding Queen Gwen dead and King Arthur barely holding onto life. “Quickly,” he said to her, feeling everything slipping away, “quickly, bring Sir Lance; bring help.” She ran crying from the room, shouting, “Their majesties are murdered! Help, help, their majesties are murdered!” As the sound of her panic roused the entire castle, Arthur felt an old, familiar presence at his side, and a great calm swept over him. “I was wondering if you'd show up,” he said to the old man. “What good is having a great wizard advisor if he only ever appears when it's too late?” The old man chuckled and laid a hand on Arthur's forehead, stroking his hair tenderly. “I should have never come out of the coma; Gwen had everything under control, even if she was doing it for the wrong reasons.” Merl's voice soothed him as it said, “But then, you would never have reconciled; she wouldn't have your forgiveness.” Arthur tried to shrug, but didn't have the strength. “I don't think that's terribly important.” Merl sat down on the bed, but Arthur didn't feel the bed shift at all. “But, it is, Arthur, it is. Everything that we do in our brief time upon this world casts shadows on those around us; that is the true afterlife, Arthur. That is our immortality.” Arthur felt very cold, and Merl's hand gripped his. “I came back from death once,” he told Merl. The old wizard smiled at him and said, “Twice.” Arthur smiled and meant to nod, but his head was so heavy that all he could do was let it lean back until it touched Gwen's. He heard the thundering footsteps of people coming in to help, and saw Lance's face hover over his own. “Goodbye, my brother,” he said to Lance, whose face was covered in tears. The knight attempted to pull Arthur away from Gwen, but with his last breath, King Arthur told him, “Let me stay with her, Lance; let me stay with her, always.” Sir Lance felt the king's life slip away from him at that moment, and couldn't bring himself to move the two of them apart. He turned to the servants and guards who now crowded the chamber and told them, “The king – and queen – are dead.” His voice choked as he struggled to continue. “Let there never be another; for we have been blessed once with this great pair. It would be selfish of our people to expect such leaders to come along again.”

In 1999, the networks ran installment four of TSEotTC. British, French and German soldiers climbed out of the trenches for the Christmas Truce of 1914. Football was played, chocolate and cigarettes swapped. Weapons were thrown onto pyres and burnt. A new era of brotherhood was ushered in, the Century of the Common Man according to the peacenik Winston Spencer Churchill.

~ entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!

Jim Morrison"The killer awoke before dawn,
he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
Paid a visit to his son,
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Son, yes Father, I want to kill you"
~ Poetry of Admiral George Morrison, Fleet Commander during the Gulf of Tonkin Incident in 1964
Jim Morrison - Murdered Peacenik
Murdered Peacenik
Admiral George “Steve” Morrison was the keynote speaker at the decommissioning ceremony for Bon Homme Richard, his first ship as an admiral, on July 3, 1971 in Washington D.C., USA (just 12 hours after his agents killed son Jim Morrison in Paris France).

Steve was incensed by his son's anti-establishment positions and decided to kill him. This poetry fragment entitled “The End” was found in the Admiral's House in Coronado, California after his death in 2012. A synopsis of the life of Jim Morrison can be viewed at Wikipedia
~ quotation by Co-Historian Steve Payne from Counter-history – You're the Judge!

In 30,000 BC, hominid visitors from the planet Omega abandoned their biological uplift project on Earth. The results of attempts to breed out the animal characteristics of mankind were frustrating. Prospects for further eugenics and even genetic engineering attempts were considered poor. Incredibly fast moving climatic changes meant the tropics would enter an Ice Age in just three years. The Omegans cut their losses and returned back through the Stonehenge Gate. In their haste to pull out of the botched mission, and with time against them, the Omegans made a poor job of burying the interstellar gate in the Sahara Desert.

~ variant from Steve Payne: extensive use of original content has been made to celebrate the author's genius.

Trees supposedly felled by the Tunguska blast. Photograph from Kuliks 1927 expedition
Trees supposedl..
In 1908,, the great game took an apocalyptic turn when the world's first atomic weapon tests were conducted by Nikolai Tesla of the Russian Empire, flattening 20 miles of Tunguska in central Siberia. Reacting with suspicion and horror to the existence of a doomsday weapon in the hands of the expansionist imperial family, ..
.. officials of the European monarchies reason that national leaders with combat experience drawn outside the ruling classes are required to secure the future.

~ entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!

In 1764, in a red grape vineyard the child Magnifico gave full reign to his impish character, playing in carefree abandon. His beaming parents sipped red wine in the shade of a beautiful tree. The woman drank sparingly, she had fallen again. Soon God-willing Magnifico would have a sibling and their little community .. Red Wine
Red Wine
.. would expand again. Most assuredly Jesus had rescued them from the Red Plague which had come out of China depopulating Europe like an Old Testament Apocalypse. For a brief moment, the woman looked a little melancholic shall we say. If only her parents could share their joy. Or the countless millions that had been decimated by the Red Plague. The disease has been labelled for the crimson scar upon the victims neck. They did not know, and could not know that the colour red was also the clue to the antidote. The antidote that ultimately saved the Caucasoid from extinction. Future leader of Europe Karl Adolphus would grow up in the twenty-fifth century, taking his daily dose of resveratrol as routinely as his forebear Magnifico did before him.

~ entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!

In 1882, Charles Guiteau was hung in Washington, District of Columbia for the shooting death of President George Armstrong Custer. At his trial, Guiteau pleaded innocence by way of insanity. Custer had used great magicks to trick death at the Battle of the Little Big Horn in the eastern Montana Territory, so he claimed. The ..
.. spirits of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse had driven Guiteau to execute the Magus, blood calls to blood. The evening ended with the most crimson sunset ever known in DC, creating a Christian hysteria unknown in America since New England's Dark Day in 1780.

~ entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!

In 1990, East and West Austria merge their economies following the collapse of the Soviet Union. Anschluss II is celebrated throughout the new nation as a reinvigorated Western Europe races into the 1990s, the spectre of nuclear war lifted at long last.Fall of the Wien Wall
Fall of the Wie..

~ entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!

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