She simply said “Oh my God”

Nothing for weeks.

I knew then that is was real, all of it, that weird lady with the London accent asking me all those questions.

Why would such a beautiful young woman be so enamored with a 10 year old boy, she was that smilingly odd little guy, he didn’t say much.

On the waterfront.

It was indeed her.

In the hive, with me, I was the one they all feared.

Who put me there?

A patriot of distinction.

It was the captains first, shipping, smuggling “precious cargo” then the channel shallowed, too shallow for the big ships.

The curse started taking hold.

Then the merchants came, the bankers, all members of that special lodge, the lodge that produced a new king.

Then the mills, which brought many poor to these shores, the horror started again. The industrialists, the brewers, the lawyers, the educators all belonged to that special lodge.

Then the fire came, all was lost.

The curse had struck again.

Then the “company” came, influencers emboldened by the “counter culture”, the arts, music, all of it subverted.

A new breed of evil brought artistic people together to be subverted and perverted.

Horror being closed doors.

Drugs, lots of drugs.

Then the money came and got rid of those artists, left them homeless and demoralized.

And here we are, waiting for that old curse to wash away wickedness.

The sacred grounds of the natives were defiled long ago, how dare they?