ACT III: Behind the Curtain
The Royal Family of the last Russian Tsar, also known as Saint Nicholas the Passion-Bearer @, knew their lives were in constant danger, with every move
they made being watched by Subversives for both the Social Elites @ and the Bolsheviks @. If any member of the
royal family were to survive they must be able to hide well and live off the land, avoiding those that might know their true name.
So it was that King Nickolas trained his children to be fighters. As a child, Anastasia had been trained to be a survivor, more like 'Xena Warrior Princess" @ then like the Disney Fantasy of a little Princess @. They slept on hard cots, they learned how to catch, clean and cook their
own rabbits and fish and they learned how to build shelters in the snow and ice @. The few servants that they did have did not call the children by their real (legal) names but only with nicknames that were known to very few people- so that the children would
not respond if a stranger called them by their real (legal) names.
To those that know such things, they know that Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova (my "Auntie Vena") of the Russian Royal Family was known as Rasputin's favorite. He taught her many of the secrets that he
had learned over his lifetime, including the use of White Magic when it was needed. Emperor Nickolas and Rasputin both agreed that she would be the one to survive the horrible fate that awaited the
Last Russian Tsar and his family.
So it was on a fateful late afternoon, with a light snow falling, that Rasputin stalled for more time, slowly putting on his thick winter coat and huge black hat to meet with "the Men of Higher
Standing" @ (that insisted he, Rasputin, appear before them)
when he heard the sound he had been waiting for - the clapping of horse hoofs on the brick streets. Soon there was a rap on the door and a servant went to open it.
Standing at the doorway of the Royal Cottage was the "look-a-like" cousin of Anastasia, carrying with her a basket of fresh cheese and wine from the countryside @. Rasputin greeted the cousin with a big smile and a big twinkle in his eye, whispering a private message in her ear as he
also gave her a great big squeeze.
"My God has instructed me to tell Anastasia to travel East to find the dying boy... with the mark of the crescent moon ... then help to make his wish come true."
Moments later, as he stalled for even more time by removing a stone from his boot at the steps of the waiting carriage, Rasputin saw Anastasia emerge, dressed in the exact same clothes as those of
her cousin. He watched with pride and great honor as Anastasia climbed into an old, rickety horse-drawn wagon driven by her husband-soon-to-be, Hans.
Rasputin and Anastasia flashed a knowing smile to each other, their eyes revealing the love and respect that each shared for the other. They both knew that they would never see each other again, that
Rasputin's predictions were being fulfilled and that Rasputin himself would not be returning from his meeting. It gave Rasputin much hope to see Anastasia trade places with her cousin, knowing that
her freedom and her lifeline would continue long without him in her life.
Rasputin knew that he was only an Actor on the Stage of Life and that the sacrifice of his life would ensure Anastasia's survival. It was but a small price to pay for the future of the world.
One week later the Tsar of Russia suddenly announced that he would host an immediate wedding celebration for his niece (which was actually his daughter, Anastasia), an elaborate feast with the finest
of ballroom attire @, featuring gold and diamonds and all manner of rare and precious stones. King Nicolas and his wife were able to see their
youngest daughter married - and for that, their hearts and minds were calmed, for they knew that Anastasia would escape the terrible fate that they knew would soon be theirs - at the hands of the
Social Elite and their Minions.
For you see, only twelve hours after Anastasia boarded an eastbound train for her honeymoon, with many of the Royal Family Jewels sewn into the hem of her wedding gown (and a Tiara made with real
diamonds! @), the remaining members of the Royal Family were rounded up like animals by the heathen Bolsheviks and then made to
suffer for months before being brutally executed by the hands of those murderous cutthroats.
Anastasia went on to live a full life, one of adventure and thrills, living an amazing life as she searched for the link that Rasputin had foretold. Her travels took her across much of the world,
always searching for the boy with the Mark of the Crescent Moon.
When she thought she would never find that for which she sought, as an old women she settled into the countryside near the small village of New Paris, Indiana, USA @. -while most people thought that she was living in Paris France @! When those in her secret circle of friends told her of the nearly dead... very young... SUPER... Jew-"ish" boy - with the Crescent Moon stamped
onto his chin, Anastasia knew that her life goal had been found!
From that point forward Anastasia could often be seen in the enclaves, lecture halls and private offices in the School of Medicine of the nearby Notre Dame University @ (not Notre Dame Cathedral @), sponsoring research and scientific papers that revealed that the procedure of male circumcision reduced the risk of urinary
tract infections in infants by 90% and the risk of penile cancer in older men by 50% or more, and that Circumcised men have a lower risk of getting HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases.
Thus, those that know that they know what they know - know... that the Mark of Moe can also be known as... "Touched by Anastasia!"
"Surprise!" Don't forget to share the story!
Much like Rose @ in the movie
“Titanic”, Anastasia touched many lives and inspired many of her followers to greatness. Her sweet, kind demeanor, her special magic, was passed on to all that she touched.
And when her time in space ended, her body was laid to rest for many years in the ground of America –then when the appointed time came, family loyalists moved her bones back to her homeland, to the
land that gave her birth, so that she could once again be “discovered” and thus complete the circle of mystic wonderment for the Russian masses.
"Argh!" Rasputin snarled, realizing that his wine had been poisoned by the men of higher standing @.
"I'll cut you all!" he growled, pulling a large hunting knife from his boot and stabbing the hand of their Global Socialist Bureaucrat Leader @, pinning his hand
to the large wooden table. Their Leader wept like a little baby while two of his henchmen @ @ tried to free his hand while Rasputin pulled another hunting knife
from his other boot and slashed his way to the door, injuring thirteen @ more of his captives @@before the Global Socialist Bureaucrats @ @ used their overwhelming force of numbers to pin Rasputin to the floor.
The demented Socialists @ took pleasure in using Rasputin's own hunting knife to cut off Rasputin's testicles (ouch!), and then they laughed with glee as
they watched him bleed ... from their cruel ... cowardly... inhuman act.
"I curse your souls to an endless Hell!" Rasputin shouted at them. "Your children shall have no gender @@ and your family name will be naught but dust in the wind!" @
The Social Elites @ panicked at his curse and one of them @ picked up a hand gun. He shot Rasputin in the chest, then shot him in the head but still Rasputin did not die. Totally
frightened - with their minds spinning in fear, the Global Socialist @ bundled his body in a rug bound with heavy chains and took him to a nearby bridge.
As they raised his body over the bridge wall, the ancient soul inside Rasputin opened his eyes wide and said "I'll be back!" @
Wow. Talk about a shriek-fest! Oh my.
Many of the Social Elites @@@@@@@ @ "made mud" in their trousers as their bodies shook with fear. They finished pushing his body into the river and then
they ran away, crying like little babies wearing wet diapers full of cold poo, their arms and hands flailing wildly in the air as they ran.
When the body of Rasputin was found in the Spring, the chains around his body were gone, sending a cold chill up their collective spine. That is why the name of
Rasputin is still feared to this day by the heathen Social Elites @ all around the world. He might still be out there...but ...
Those that know that they know what they know, know that the strong spirit that resided in the old monk caught hold of a passing, HUGE, 6-foot-long passing sturgeon fish and transformed the marine life into a half-man, half-fish lifeform - with magic powers of mind control ... in other words, many of those that know that they know what they know know that this is how the legend of AQUAMAN began!
Surprise!
Don't forget to feed the kitty!
Thank you, Auntie Vena, for helping to make a dying boys' wish come true. Now they do all look like me!
Let's celebrate the end of this story with some music - some horn music! How abouot it, Louis? Please, introduce the future with the horns of the past..."One more time!" @
Now go outside and get some sunshine today! Get off your couch, put that silly electronic hypnotic device @ down and talk (don't text) to those that share your life in real time and real space.
Verbal communication and the sense of touch is a basic human need. Just say "NO!" to the FANG @ internet lifestyle - and LOVE the one you're
WITH! @
Okay, I'll see you soon - or …maybe you'll see me - that good looking ordinary man across the room with a big grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye, looking as if
he can see right into your very soul and fill it up with a great big, beautiful smile, filling you with such a rush of happiness and joy - he's there for several moments but then he's gone in the
blink of an eye...that's a magic trick that I learned from Santa Claus @ when I was still just a little elf @...Ho! Ho! Ho!
Remember that you are never truly alone and that I ... will always love you! @
Such as it has been written, so it shall always be.
Aloha @,
Morris Lee X @
writing live from a "Smallville" near Los Angeles, CA...
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