Now for a Story from Another Time
I was just returning from the Barnes and Noble where I just had
seen my first picture of Mary Queen of Scots while researching a
book on Queen Elizabeth. Now I knew my x fiancee was from a
family, the Comers ( Como in Italy and originating from Denmark
after a stint in Canna. See the myth is that the tribe of Dan
settled in Denmark. Den. Dan. Get it, Now back to our originally
scheduled story...) , were written out of English history for
trying to free Mary Queen of Scots from prison during the
Babington plot. After the first four screams reached Elizabeth
from those being hanged, decapitated, and drawn and quartered;
she just hanged the rest. Well Tina did almost the same amount
of damage, but I digress. See not only did she come from this
infamous family, but she was the spitting image of Marry!
Now this is not the first Queen I was infatuated with. See there
was this fairy looking woman that worked in an Angel Shop in
Salem Ma. Where else would all this weird stuff go on. La? No!
She was the spitting image of the Magdalene with her red hair
and the personality of Anne Boleyn. The strange thing with her
was that her adopted mother was a Hever, a family kicked out of
France way before Henry the Eighth. See Anne Boleyn was raised
in Hever Castle in England. This was the first Queen. Since I
was not married , she had no interest in me. Old habits from
past lives are harder to loose than ones in this life.
Actually later I was to meet Cardinal Woolsley who never
understood why the woman from the angel shop had a hot and cold
friendship with him in this life. See Woolsey had her marriage
annulled and sat on the fence in trying to get her married to
Henry the Eighth. After she kicked her sister out of the royal
bed chambers. See Woolsey was not on the up and up, he wanted to
be Pope. So if he had the Holy Royal Emperor's aunt, Katherine
of Arragon, divorced from Henry, what chances did he have in
becoming Pope. But his fence sitting lost Anne her head and
forced him to commit suicide on his only puke before Henry took
Right! Back to the queens.
I went into this bar and used the bathroom. The strange events
of the day was going through my mind. Did I almost marry Marry!
Her only sons name was James, just like James the first of
England. The Uncle of her son was the spitting image of the
portrait of Charles the Second that hung in the Peabody Essex
Museum. You know the one that shows all three profiles in the
This all was a little hard to take. But I though if that was
true, then maybe I could find Elizabeth and fix it all. I was a
bit stupid at the time. I actually wanted Marry, I mean Tina
See Edmund Spencer called Elizabeth the Fairy Queen. Virginia
Wolf in Orlando gave her magical powers that could grant
immortality. Maybe she could fix her?
In mythology it is thought that the soul resides in the head.
This is why headhunters go hunting. For they can not bring life
into this world without a head that will become their child in
its next life. Also it is thought once you loose your head, you
are never quite right in your next lives.
So I flushed and went back into the bar. A woman I met once or
twice had called me out. Sitting next to her was a pasty faced
woman with red hair that complained throughout the night about
the recent movie called Elizabeth. She thought it was full of
twentieth century quarter backing. Her father was from Virginia,
her big toe was smaller than the rest (a Sign of royalty), and
the woman I knew previously actually thought she was Queen
Elizabeth. But this was only her lady in waiting she fired in
this life who ends up robbing three thousand dollars from her.
But that is much too grand of a story for us now.
So I dated Carol, Elizabeth, whatever for five years. Before I
met her, she was celibate for five years and thought that was
enough time to restore her virginity. Kind of like Elizabeth
after bearing two secret children was to be called the Virgin
Queen. Now me and Carol went to dinner once where the woman from
the angel shop, Anne Boleyn, was waiting at. She started to
serve us and never came back after seeing Carol. See Anne was
Well after walking eight hours back to town because I did not
want argue my way to Rhode Island, I found a dear Jon letter
from the queen. See she rode past me twice to go back home and
write the letter saying she was moving out. I hate queens. And
the Woosley character, he turned out to be a queen of sorts in
this life too. For his dream is to play the wicked witch in the
Broadway play Wicked. He knows all the songs by heart.