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I am begging you, please stop using Himaruya's creation as "canon". We have history for this.

The reason why Ukrainians and Belaruthians usually don't say anything is because we are really damn tired of explaining the most obvious to us things over and over. Unfortunately, if we don't do that, there will be more and more people who genuinely believe in things like on this screen.

"Muscovy, on the other hand, grew out of the share of Yuri Dolgorukiy - "Suzdal Valley", or the Volodymyr-Suzdal Principality , located in the basin of the Oka River , the upper reaches of the Volga and its tributaries - Sheksna and Kostroma . The main cities of the Suzdal Forest were Suzdal , Rostov , and Vladimir . The earliest inhabitants of this region were the Finno-Ugric tribes, some of which were later conquered by the boyars of Dolgorukiy Long-armed"

"The ancient history of the Scandinavians often mentions two Finnish countries, free and independent: Kyrialandia, which stretched from the Gulf of Finland to the White Sea and included modern M. Karamzin Olonetska and part of the Arkhangelsk province, and Biarmia, which covered the space from the Northern Dvina and the White Sea to the Pechora River".

"That Moscow is a Finnish word and that the future capital of Great Russia was, using colonization terms, a “fortified trading post” in the Finnish country, everyone knows this, as well as the fact that the surroundings of Moscow were extremely densely populated even in prehistoric times, so depict the emergence of this city how the settlement by "cultural Slavs" of a completely wild place is possible only by ignoring everyone, again, well-known archaeological data. - Pokrovskiy M.N. "The emergence of the Muscovite state and the "Great Russian nationality"— historical science and class struggle. Historiographic essays, critical articles, and notes." Edition 1. [archived on 11 December 2019 at the wayback machine]/ Pokrovsky M. N.— M.—L.: Sotsekgiz, 1933— P. 267—284.

It's a russian source that they most likely used for exusing the attempt to occupy Finland in 1939-1940 . Finland has nothing to do with russia.

"Ukrainian historian N. D. Polonska-Vasylenko claimed that "In the territory remote from the centre of the state of Ukrainians - Kyivan Rus' - on the basis of not only a non-Ukrainian, but even a non-Slavic people in the 12th century - the foundations of the state organization were laid, which slowly began to assume not only a leading role in the history of Ukraine, but also to claim its historical heritage and even the name Rus, although it had no rights to that heritage or to the name Russia" . This is what the Russian historian Vasyl Klyuchevskiy wrote about the ancestors of the Russians (so-called "Great Russians"): "The first separate principalities into which, starting from the 12th century, Kyivan Rus was divided, were also not ethnically homogeneous. In the northeast of Russia, as a result of the subjugation of the Finnish tribes, a new ethnic group was formed, which in the 19th century was called the Great Russians"

"During the 11th and 14th centuries, a huge state populated by numerous non-Slavic ethnic groups arose in the northwest around the territory of the Novgorod lands. The inner circle of Finno-speaking tribes in the north — Karels, Votyaks, Izhorts (Ingras) and Veps — was governed directly from Novgorod, the outer circle was subject to weak indirect tribute authority. Finno-speaking Lapps in the Far North and further in the northeast also Finno-speaking Zyryans and Permians, Ugromov Ostyaks and Voguls, as well as Samoyeds belonged here."

"The emergence of Muscovy in the second half of the 13th century was facilitated by Mengu-Timur, Feodora Sartakivna, and Peter Ordynskyi. The 16-year-old son of Alexander Nevsky became the first prince of Moscow." - Alexander Nevsky, just another occupier who wasn't loved by people of Novgorod at all and became "Saint" in russia XV century, when a great historiographical myth about this prince began to take shape.

Prince Alexander really succeeded in intrigues against his own brothers and neighbouring princes. "Andriy Yaroslavovych (brother of Alexander. - V.B.), becoming the Prince of Volodymyr (Grand Duke. - V.B.), concluded an alliance with the strong prince of Southern Rus (Kyivan Rus; with such tricks they try to convince us that there was another Rus - V.B.) Danylo Romanovych Halytsky, marrying his daughter, and trying to conduct politics independent of the Golden Horde. But in 1252, Batyi organized military actions against Andriy and Danylo. Against the Galician prince, Batyi sent an army of Kuremsa, which did not succeed, and against Andrii - an army under the command of Nevryuy, which ravaged the outskirts of Pereyaslavl. In the same year, even before Nevryu's campaign (pay special attention to this fact! - V.B.), Alexander went to Batyi, received a label for the Volodymyr Grand Duchy, and after returning settled in Volodymyr. From 1252 until his death in 1263, Alexander (Nevsky. - V.B.) was the Grand Duke of Volodymyr." / "Batkivshchyna" magazine #11, 1993, p. 29./

"...it was Alexander's collaborationism towards the Mongols, his betrayal of the brothers Andriy and Yaroslav in 1252, that caused the Golden Horde to establish a yoke in Rus." / "Batkivshchyna" magazine No. 11, 1993, p. 30./

"The population of the Moscow principality grew rapidly due to the flow of colonizers: the southern, from the lands of Vyatichi and the Kyiv region, and the western, from the Polatsk, Novgorod, and Smalensk lands, as well as immigrants from Western Tartary. The incoming population mixed with the Finnish tribes - Meri and Muroma - who had long lived in these lands." Alberto Campenze, in a letter to Pope Clement VII around 1523-1534, wrote about the Moscow principality (Moscovia) that it was inhabited by various peoples: Yugras, Karelians, Pechorans, Vogulychis, Cheremis

In 1493, Ivan III independently added to his grand ducal domain a prefix - "all of Rus," which was not found in the Moscow princes in older documents and was not recognized by other monarchs.

"In all this [built by Ivan III] - in church and secular buildings, in the names and dedications of churches, in inscriptions or chronicles about the construction - there is almost no hint or even allusion of Kyiv's heritage. The temples, with some details of the Italian Renaissance, are generally modelled after Russian Upper Volga cities such as Vladimir and Suzdal, but not Kyiv. There is neither the Tithe Church, nor Borysoglibska, nor even St. Sophia (as in Novgorod and Polatsk) - despite the fact that Ivan's second wife, who obviously put a lot of effort into creating a new image of the capital, was named Sophia (Zoya). As for the gates of the Moscow Kremlin, not only were none of them named after the famous Kyiv gates (especially the Golden Gate), but the inscription on the main one was not written in Cyrillic, but in Latin! A hundred years later, Boris Godunov, in accordance with his grandiose plan to renew the capital, partially rebuilt the Kremlin and added a bell tower, and again, the same striking absence of Kyiv reminiscences. These people have never even thought about Kyiv." - Edward Keenan. Russian historical myths [Archived August 9, 2019 at the Wayback Machine]. Kyiv: "Krytyka", 2001.— 284 p.— P. 8-9

"The rise of Muscovy began under the vassalage of Ivan III, who conquered, either by force or by agreements, the lands surrounding the Muscovite principality: the largest trade center, Veliky Novgorod, was taken thanks to a crusade organized in alliance with the Tatars, the main slogan of which was: "force Novgorodians to appoint archbishops in Moscow" (the Novgorodians sent ambassadors to the canonical Metropolitan of Kyiv to consecrate an archbishop for them), as well as the principalities of Tver, Rostov, Yaroslavl and Ryazan."

"His policy was continued by his son Vasyl III (1505-1533) and grandson Ivan IV the Terrible (1533-1584), and later by representatives of the Godunov dynasty (descendants of the Chetov princes of the Golden Horde)."

British historian Norman Davis in his own work "Europe. History" describes the process of the appearance of the ethnonym "Russia" in Muscovy:

Muscovite princes rose from darkness to shining heights within two centuries after the Mongol invasion.

First, by combining conquest and bribery, they brought under their control numerous principalities of the Rurikovichs around the Volodymyr-Suzdal land. In 1364, they appropriated the hereditary title of Grand Dukes of Volodymyr.

Secondly, enjoying the favor of the khan of the Golden Horde, the Moscow princes received a label that gave them the right to be the main collector of tribute for the Tatars, they were responsible for the payments and debts of the rest of the princes. Ivan I (ruled 1325-1340), known as Kalita, spent most of his reign not in Moscow, but on the way to Sarai.

Third, by generously endowing the Orthodox Church, the Moscow princes added an aura of piety to their political power. In 1300, the Metropolitan of Kyiv moved his seat (residence) from Kyiv to Volodymyr nad Klyazma, and in 1308 to Moscow. Monasteries founded in forest forests were new centers of trade and territorial expansion.

Muscovites gained strength but were still vassals [of the Golden Horde]. It was at that time that Muscovites began to call their state by the Greek word "Russia," which meant "Rus," and called themselves Russians. These Muscovites never owned Kyiv, but the lack of grounds did not prevent them from considering Moscow the only legal heir to Kyiv lands. It was their speech that became the basis of the modern Russian language.

"Another strange and still unnoticed manifestation of the interruption of tradition or historical amnesia can be seen from the names that the Moscow nobility gave to their children. It is worth talking about the importance of this act for any culture, its symbolic meaning, cultural conditioning, and subjection to fashion. Historical sources from the time of Ivan the Terrible have preserved the names of thousands of men from the upper class. In terms of uniformity, they did not differ from names in other societies. The ten most common names covered 70% of the people, and the rest were rare. The most popular were the names of the rulers of the Moscow dynasty — Ivan (20%) and Vasiliy (10%). Nothing unexpected. What is really surprising if you adhere to traditional ideas about this culture is the almost complete absence of specifically Kyivan names. Among the almost three thousand names in the digit books of Ivan's time, there are no Igors, Svyatoslavs, Mstislavs, less than 1% of the Volodymyr and only three of Gleb. The Moscow courtier of Ivan's time would rather be called Temir or Bulgak than Volodymyr, Gleb or Vsevolod". - Edward Keenan. Russian historical myths. Kyiv: "Krytyka", 2001. — 284 p. — p. 9

The very fact that Russia, having received its name no earlier than the 18th century, claimed the historical heritage of Russia, created seven hundred years earlier, gave Karl Marx the reason to assert in his work "Exposure of the Diplomatic History of the 18th Century":

«The bloody mire of Mongolian slavery, not the rude glory of the Norman epoch, forms the cradle of Muscovy, and modern Russia is but a metamorphosis of Muscovy».

At the same time, the names "Russia" and "Russian" of Greek origin "literate people began to introduce into the book language" from the 16th century. - Historical grammar of the Russian language, compiled by Ө. Буслаевымъ. Fifth edition. Etymology.— M., 1881.— P. 5.

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I Got Away With You - Chapter 4 *Morgan Rielly*

Hey everyone! I hope you’re enjoying this story as much as I love writing it! And I hope you all had wonderful holidays or I hope you’re having no matter what you celebrate! <3

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Chapter 4

“Mother, Lucy and I are leaving for the spa.” Arabella days as the pair walk into the Queen’s office both dressed in a pair of comfy sweats.

“When are you girls gonna be back?”

“By the end of the day. We’re going to be doing the ultimate relaxation treatments.” Lucy giggles.

“Lord knows I need it. Henry gives me the run around.”

“Oh, I 100% do not doubt that.” The Queen chuckles. “I know mine did. Contrary to popular belief but I raised them without help from Nannies. Nannies would’ve helped but it is difficult to maintain a good one and keep up a good relationship with your children. Anyways, enough about that. You girls go and have a nice day. We will be here when you get back, enjoy. Arabella you have your card right?”

“Yes mam, it’s all in my handbag here.” Arabella gestures to her small handbag in her hand. She smiles as her mother dismissed them.

“So where are we going?” Lucy asks as the pair sit in the car with the driver and security guard in the front.

“We are going to Amazing Space at the D’Angleterre Copenhagen.”

"Sounds amazing. Have you decided what we’re getting done?”

“I was thinking oxygen infusion and the ultimate face package. The cream and honey wrap with a deep tissue massage, then shellac mani and pedi. You can choose what you want though if you don’t like that. We have access to the baths and saunas after and lunch.”

“That sounds amazing. Is this what being a royal is.”

“Honestly the nails and facial parts are. I’m kind of excited to get away and be normal in Canada.”

“Well, I will make sure you are treated as normal as possible. The boys are idiots so don’t mind them but the girls will love you.”

“I’m so excited for that. I just want to live a normal life. I have a lot of pressure on me and it’s gonna be nice to get away.”

~ The day of the ball ~

“Princess, it is time for you to get into your dress.” The royal stylist Camila says holding out the Princess’ dress for her to get into.”

“How does Lucy and Jake like their outfits Camila?” Arabella asks as she finishes applying her burgundy lipstick.

“Lucy squealed with excitement when I showed it to her.”

“Fantastic. I hope she likes her entire outfit, can you please make sure she takes that home with her?” Camila nods as Arabella de robes to step into her dress.

“Of course princess. I will make sure she does not leave without it.” Arabella holds her breath as she gets zipped into her dress. Camila helps her slip on her pink pumps and clasping her diamond choker around her neck. Arabella slips her bracelets and earrings in place before grabbing her clutch.

“Princess, the Queen has requested you meet with her and the King in the grand living room.” Adrienne smiles entering the room with a curtsy.

“Thank dear, would you excuse me ladies.” The two curtsy as Arabella walks down the hallways of the castle to the grand living room where no doubt her entire family would be waiting for her. She knocks and then hears a faint ‘come in’.

“Mother, father you requested me?” Arabella asks closing the door behind her as she enters the room.

“Yes dear, we have something to give you.” The King says standing in his military suit. In Denmark it is mandatory for all royals to be a part of the armed forces for at least 6 months. Arabella did her service as soon as she turned 18 til she was placed on reserve a few weeks ago to do her royal duties.

“You’ve already gotten me so many things, what else could you possibly have gotten me?” They had already gotten her a pair of heels, all her bedroom and office stuff for Toronto and a new purse.

“It’s not from us, its from your grandmother.”

“Grandma?” The Queen nods.

“Before she passed away she left us with a gift for you to give on your twentieth birthday. Since today is the ball, your father and I figured now was the best time to give you this. You never said you found a crown to wear, so here baby. Open this,” the Queen passes Arabella a beautiful silver crown with a collection of silver diamond encrusted pieces on either side of a fleur de lis like diamond.

“Mother, this is beautiful. I cannot believe how beautiful this is.” The princess gasps in amazed beauty. “Mother, can you help me put it on please.” The Queen nods and helps the young princess situate the beautiful crown a top her head.

“Perfect crown for the next ruler.” Her father, the king says with a sweet smile.

“Thank you papa, I love you.” Arabella gives her father a smile and a tight hug.

“Princess, I hate to excuse and ruin this moment but the photographer is requesting your presence for photos.” Adrienne says with a curtsy.

“Thank you Adrienne. I must be going with you. Mother, Father are we meeting the rest of the family down for photos?” Arabella asks as they head to the main dining room.

“Everyone is already down there waiting for you. We asked they be waiting to go while we gave you you birthday gift,” The princess nods.

~ at the party ~

Arabella stands behind the closed door as she was directed. Her face stoic and totally poised as she had been trained to be all of her life.

“Now introducing the heir to the Danish throne, Crown Princess Arabella Feodora Alexandria Sonderberg of Denmark.” The royal announcer says and Arabella descends into the room looking at the subject and other member near and dear to her heart. All members in the room, minus her family and other royals bow down to her as she takes her place at the front of the stage.

“Thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate my 20th birthday at this lovely ball. As some of you may know I will be moving out of the spotlight and to school within the next month. I will still be taking on my duties but I’m a lighter sense so I am able to continue to learn and grow for the people of this amazing country.” Arabella pauses looking out at the sea of people. She smiles and continues with her speech. “But, during this time I will not forget the people of Denmark and those who mean the most to me. So, thank you for blessing me with amazing opportunities, including being able to speak to you all tonight. Enjoy the night and don’t be a stranger when you see me about tonight. Thank you all.” Arabella smiles and descends off the stage towards her family.

“We are so proud of you Arabella.” Her brother Michael says giving her a hug.

“Thank you brother, I miss you a lot. Especially now that I am the next Queen.” She whispers in his ear.

“But I didn’t want the royal life. It was not for me.” He shrugs and she gives him a glare.

“It was not for me either.”

“You have got this, I have faith in you so so much.”

“Thank you, I wish I had that much in myself.”

“Go enjoy Toronto, do everything you can and enjoy your freedom. Because once your done it’ll come quicker than you think.” Arabella nods and pushes a smile past her lips.

“Thank you, I should go and see other people now.”

“Go get them tiger.” Arabella smiles and bows gracefully before leaving to find Lucy and Jake.

“Princess.” Jake bows and Arabella curtsies back.

“Hello Mr. Gardiner. Thank you for coming to my ball, how has the palace been treating you both?” She asks keeping it formal and the couple understands that she has to as there are a lot of people around that she has to uphold formalities.

“Very well your highness. Thank you once again for everything, your hospitality has been outstanding.” Arabella waves her hand at them.

“Nonsense, it is my pleasure. It’s the least we can do for you as you both are housing me during my time in Toronto.” Lucy smiles adorning a wonderful long satin red dress.

“We’re so blessed to have you princess.” She smiles and Arabella finds herself smiling back at her. From the far end of the ballroom a tall Ginger hockey player sees his teammate and wife chatting up the Princess of his homeland.

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The Bookseller’s Wife (7): “Tears in the Night” (1b)

“Sonnenuntergang” by unjerri

         Joseph smiled as he thought back to that day. When he returned from the trip to Monmouth House, the royal household was already in great excitement. Everywhere things were packed and everyone planned for the forthcoming trip to the island of Wight. And the next morning, early in the morning, the journey started. First, everything was packed in carriages, then into the specially provided railway wagons. For many of the servants, it was the first train ride with a train, and Joseph could hardly hide his excitement. After they had arrived in Southampton everything had to be repacked again. First into the carriages, then onto the steamboat that would bring the queen and the royal court to the island. It was a lot of work, but Joseph enjoyed the arrival at the sea and the following journey with the ship very much. After the ship had arrived in the port of destination, all the luggage had to be reloaded into carriages. Then the journey went towards Osborn House, where the royal court would spend the next few weeks. In contrast to the previous parts of their journey, this time the drive did not take very long. Only one hour later they arrived at Osborn House. Again they had to unload the carriages and carry everything into the house. When Joseph fell into his bed that evening, he knew what he had done. The reward of that day was more than honestly earned.

          The following days, however, were to compensate him amply for the hardships of the journey. The Osborn House estate was small compared to Buckingham Palace in London. The chance that he met Sophie at his daily services was, therefore, all the greater. Already on the second day of their stay there, Joseph should have ample opportunity to stay near Sophie. Prince Albert had set himself the goal of having his children perform the historical Battle of Waterloo as a kind of little play. The whole thing took place in the garden of Osborn House and the members of the royal court acted as spectators. Joseph and the cook Francatelli were chosen to play the warhorses of the different war commanders. Francatelli carried Prince Bertie on his shoulders, who played the Duke of Wellington, and Joseph acted as warhorse for Princess Victoria, who acted as Napoleon. Both "warhorses" had to be careful again and again that they were not hit in the eagerness of the battle by one of the wooden swords of "Napoleon" or by the "Duke of Wellington". At some distance from the "battlefield" stood Mr. Penge, who - to his chagrin - had to beat a small drum. Actually, Joseph would have liked to see Penge that way, but he didn't appreciate the Royal Administrator's gaze. He only had eyes for Sophie, who also always smiled at him. In the situation in which they found themselves, this was completely inconspicuous, because their friendly looks could have gone through at any time as encouragements for the little prince or the little princess.

          The little play came to an end when the young servant Brodie brought a letter for the Queen, in which she was told what derogatory words the Foreign Minister, Lord Palmerston, had spoken about her and the other crowned heads of Europe in the House of Commons.

          When the servants returned to the kitchen shortly thereafter, Joseph saw Francatelli submit his letter of resignation to Mr. Penge. A little later he learned that the cook and Mrs. Skerrett had married the day before leaving for the island of Wight. He didn’t envy the happiness the two colleagues shared, but it strengthened Joseph's own desire to be close to Sophie.

          In the afternoon of the same day, he finally had the opportunity again. Lady Portman, Princess Feodora, and Sophie had gathered for tea in one of the small round rooms on the north side, which were also used as reading rooms. Joseph's task was to serve them. As he did so, he witnessed their conversation, which focused primarily on the Foreign Secretary, Lord Palmerston. He had used the royal couple's absence to welcome the Hungarian opposition leader and revolutionary Lajos Kossuth, who was seeking asylum in the United Kingdom, to the British capital. Already in the morning, during the children's game in the garden, it had become clear how much the Foreign Minister's behavior had angered the Queen and the Prince Consort. Shortly after Brodie had delivered the letter from London, the royal couple had left and retreated to their private rooms.

          Now Lady Portman brought the conversation back to the events in London. She had the current newspaper with her and noticed that the remarks Palmerston had made in Parliament had hurt the Queen very much. Joseph had seen the newspapers in the kitchen and heard from the other servants that the Foreign Minister had described the crowned heads of Europe (including the Queen!) as doves who had left their nests because they were afraid of the “cat”, Mr. Lajos Kossuth. He had even added that the country could be well administered without these "birds". Lady Portman referred to a cartoon showing the Queen and the Prince Consort as pigeons flying away from London. "Fleeing London" was written in large letters above it.

          "The man is a scoundrel," said Sophie, who wanted to confirm Lady Portman's remarks. But then Lady Portman steered the conversation in another direction:

          "I wonder how long we'll stay on the island. Your Royal Highness will surely yearn to finally go home."

          But Princess Feodora reacted differently than expected:

          "The only home I have right now is with my sister and if she decides to live on an island, so be it."

          After a moment, the Princess of Leiningen added:

          "I wish, however, that my room had a window facing the sea."

          "My room has a window to the sea, do we want to swap?" Sophie offered.

          "Oh, that's very kind. But surely you want to be able to return home soon? Your husband certainly longs for you," gave the princess back. With that, she had hit exactly Sophie's sore spot.

          "Do you know what this man did? He sent our son to boarding school. The child is just six years old!”

          Joseph did not escape the pain in Sophie's voice.

          "It is better that I am here," she added, reaching for another piece of toast.

          Joseph was not surprised when a few days later the Prime Minister, Lord John Russell, and the Foreign Secretary, Lord Palmerston, arrived at Osborn House. Among the employees, bets had been made about how long it would take for the Queen to order the Foreign Secretary to report. Talking to Francatelli, he had learned that Prime Minister wished for Palmerston to be dismissed but did not do so because he feared his opposition even more.

          When he had an hour off in the afternoon, Joseph retreated to a corner of the garden of which he thought it was not frequented by members of the court. He made himself comfortable on one of the chairs standing there, stretched out and held his face towards the sun. He almost dozed off, but then he heard footsteps and suddenly Sophie stood in front of him. She had a book under her arm and looked at him slightly amused. Joseph stood up immediately and took a stance.

          "I wish to exchange my room with Princess Feodora," she said, adding, "She wishes to look out at the sea. Could you arrange that?"

          "Of course, Your Grace," he had assured us, and when she turned to leave, he wished for nothing more than for her to linger for a moment and for him to talk to her.

          "Looking out at the sea is a wonderful thing."

          "For me, it makes no difference what I look at when it's not my little boy," Sophie replied and her face darkened noticeably.

          "I'm very sorry that you had to part with him ..."

          Joseph's words were sincere, but he saw in their facial expressions that they only made Sophie even sadder.

          "Sorry."

          Feverishly he searched in his mind for something to say to her that might cheer her up. But all he could think of was:

          "By the way, the prime minister and the foreign minister have arrived..."

          Sophie's reaction surprised him.

         "Lord Palmerston," she said and her face lit up immediately. It was obvious that she was pleased with the news. On her way out, she turned around again and asked, "Joseph? That's the name, isn't it?"

         He nodded. When he looked up again, she had disappeared.

          On the same evening, the smaller court, including the two politicians, gathered for a 'cozy get-together' in the larger library. It was Joseph's task to provide the guests with port wine. Sophie stood at one of the bookshelves and read something. When he came to her to fill her glass, he noticed that the collar of her dress had warped and slipped far down her shoulder. Joseph pointed it out to her and then shielded her from the eyes of the other guests until she had sorted out the mishap. As he then departed to serve the other guests, Lord Palmerston, who was obviously on his way to Sophie, met him. An evil suspicion crept up on Joseph when he thought he could see in the eyes of the Foreign Secretary the gaze of a predator on a foray. As the port wine in the carafes approached its end, and Joseph was on his way to the kitchen to provide for supplies, an idea came to him. He put the carafe on one of the tables in the corridor and then ran up the stairs to the first floor as fast as he could. In the afternoon he had complied with the ladies' request and had arranged the exchange of Sophie's and Princess of Leiningen's rooms. Now he stood in front of these rooms again. Carefully he looked around and listened. When he was sure that nobody was watching him, he swapped the name tags on the doors. The ladies, he thought, would not notice. And in case they did notice, he could talk his way out of it by telling them he forgot to assign the name tags to the right doors in the hurry of which the work had to be done in the afternoon. However, if someone else were to look for the Duchess of Monmouth's room that night, that person would have to deal with the Queen's sister.

          What Joseph did not know (and should never know) - it came exactly as he had foreseen it. A few hours later, in the middle of the night, when Lord Palmerston sneaked into the “Duchess's” room, a nasty surprise awaited him.

          Something, however, told the servant that the danger posed by Lord Palmerston had not yet been averted. For this reason, the next day, whenever possible, he tried to be near Sophie. And indeed he watched as a meeting between her and the Foreign Secretary took place late in the morning in a rather hidden corner of the garden. He himself remained hidden in his small hiding place, a pergola, which led from the garden to the area with the small, enclosed ponds. From where he watched them, he couldn't hear their conversation, but he saw Sophie suddenly clinging to Palmerston's coat, pulling him to her. Her gaze, indeed her entire behavior, gave him the impression of a single, urgent plea. But the Foreign Minister reacted completely differently than Joseph had expected. Palmerston, as it seemed, distant himself from Sophie in a very harsh way and then hurried away. Sophie, too, ran away, but in the opposite direction, that is, in the very direction in which Joseph was hiding. He rushed out of his hiding place and wanted to sneak away so that Sophie would not see him. But he wasn't fast enough and they almost collided on the way under the pergola.

          "Get out of my way" was all Joseph heard from her, then she hurried away.

          Joseph knew where her footsteps would lead her, and he followed her at some distance. And indeed, he found her standing at one of the small ponds. Carefully he approached her. He saw how he tried to wipe the tears from her face and handed her a handkerchief. She took it and he turned away discreetly. To his surprise, however, Sophie began to speak openly to him:

          "Such stupid tears! Why do I seek comfort where he cannot be found?

          Joseph looked at her and when he didn't answer, she spoke to him directly:

          "Oh please, say something!

          He decided not to go into what had just happened, but to distract her a little.

          "Your Grace, listen! Do you hear the waves as they hit each other on the beach?"

          "The sea, it frightens me ... a little," she replied.

          "The sea makes me feel alive," he said with a smile.

          She gave him back the handkerchief. Joseph bowed and as he went back to the house, he carefully folded the handkerchief and put it in his jacket pocket like a precious possession to be preserved. He did not know exactly what had happened between Sophie and Lord Palmerston. Joseph also did not understand why the Foreign Secretary, who had obviously been out for an adventure with the Duchess the night before, had now refrained from doing so. But basically, it didn't matter. When Palmerston had rejected her, he had been there for her. It was his handkerchief that had caught her tears. And Joseph Weld was sure that the Duchess of Monmouth would not forget that. He should not be mistaken. The stay of the royal court on the island of Wight should have many surprises in store.

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Top Picks--February

And we’re back! Man, this has been a good month of TV watching. The DVR has been filled with exciting new episodes, I went to the movies SEVERAL times and even had time for Netflix bingeing. Let’s jump right in...

As usual, you’ve been warned of spoilers.... 

Am I starting with The Gifted again? 

You bet I am! Did you see that finale? Or even better those last few episodes? This second season has been FANTASTIC and I am going to be really pissed if the show doesn’t get renewed for a third season. The first season felt like it was worth a binge. We had A LOT of episodes collect on the DVR and it was nice to watch several at a time. I was a little shocked when Fox released there would be a second season. I’m so HAPPY they did. This season has been so different. I know I’ve been talking about it a lot (and will probably repeat myself for last month’s post). From Reid’s powers manifesting to discovering multiple groups of Mutants both underground and in plain sight this season was jam packed with action, drama, and adventure. I don’t want to say good-bye to these characters and seriously hope we don’t have to. 

Manifest

A show I have been tuning into since the fall just recently concluded its first season, but did it actually feel like a season finale? You must have felt it too. Some things were summed up, but honestly I feel like we just got more questions. For me this show started to lose its appeal when it began introducing more people (who were not on the plane) that experienced some sort of jump in time. It makes sense why they brought in the last character to show that the 828 flight is living on borrowed time. I’m still not completely sure when the General became a villain. I feel like we all of a sudden just had her. Of course the biggest question at the end of this episode is who got shot: Zeke, Jared or Michaela? But the bigger question is do I care enough to find out?   

The Passage

How have I not posted about this show before? If you are not watching it you seriously need to check it out. Adapted from Justin Cronin's trilogy, the Passage is a drama involving a secret government project where death row inmates have been selected to be injected with a virus that could possibly cure all illnesses. Currently it hasn’t because it is causing the subjects to turn into vampire-like creatures. In hopes of success, a young girl is taken as a test subject. When the federal agent tasked to take her in discovers what truly is happening, he becomes a father figure to her and will do anything to get her out of this place. Not matter what the cost. 

You have to admit that sounds really good. And what better time to watch then when the show is concluding its first season. Check it out.  

Victoria

The start of the third season of Masterpiece’s Victoria took a little adjustment as several years had passed since the season two finale and several new characters were introduced. (I still miss Wilhelmina.) Feodora bothered me SO MUCH and it took forever for her character to go back home. I think it even bothers me more because historically it wasn’t true. I loved seeing the kids and think that Vicky and Bertie have great chemistry on screen. I hope we continue to see these actors for a little bit of the next season (which I know they haven’t released yet, but they have to have a season four. They just gotta.) Victoria and Albert upset me a lot this season, but this last episode brought some hope...until it didn’t. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED. JUST SCAN UNTIL THE NEXT PICTURE.  

So I have done my research and I know that we should have about 10 more years with Albert, but I am still very nervous for what’s coming. There was so much foreshadowing in this episode from Albert’s cold hands, to Bertie thinking he was dead and then hearing the crowd chanting: “Long Live Prince Albert” (which what a great moment that was). I just want to know that everything will be alright for now. I’m not ready. 

The Bachelor

Is the Bachelor one of my guilty pleasures? Yes. Do I often stop watching it as it gets closer to the end because I lose interest? Also yes. But as Chris Harrison always states: This has been the most DRAMATIC season...EVER. I didn’t watch too much of Becca’s season so I only learned about Colton during Bachelor in Paradise (another great mind numbing show). Watching him on that I instantly saw him as this guy who seemed pretty real and had little boyish moments from comparing what cheese he would be or not understanding references. I was happy to see that as the Bachelor he had real conversation with most of the ladies and seemed genuine. With the original promo at the start of the season we were shown this iconic fence jump and after this past Monday’s episode we FINALLY GOT IT! After waiting for what felt like forever. He’s obviously not still roaming the streets of Portugal as he was on last night’s Women Tell All, but I am very interested to see where the last episode will take us. 

At the Movies

Isn’t it Romantic

This romantic comedy had been on my list since I saw the first trailer. So I made sure to see it the weekend it came out and it did not disappoint. I really loved how it mocked the genre as it included all the classic tropes. There’s a reason why Rebel Wilson and Adam Devine are in so many movies together. Such great chemistry. You’ll be laughing throughout. Liam Helmsworth was surprisingly really funny. Great to go see anytime of the year-not just for Valentines Day. I cannot wait until it comes to DVD so I can watch it again and again. Has definitely been added to my list of favorites. 

Bingeing

Jane the Virgin

I had been told to watch this show for SO many years now and as I started it at the end of the month I completely understand why. I really should have been watching this sooner. There are so many twists and turns. It’s hilarious and you can connect with the characters so quickly (even if you haven’t been accidentally artificially inseminated or own a hotel or are a telenovela star). I cannot wait to see where this show is headed and am upset (already) to know it is coming to an end. 

Last Thoughts

Medici: The Magnificent

Derry Girls

This month I wrote two individual articles on both Netflix’s Medici the Magnificent and Derry Girls. They are two shows worth the watch. Even though I’ve written a lot about them you can see how much I enjoy them that I want to reference them again. Medici’s season 3 won’t be released in America until about Jan/Feb 2020 while Derry Girls season 2 is airing this month in the UK. I hope there’s a way I can watch it here in the states. (Please let me know if you know where!)  

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Love Like Lava, 10

Notes: As always, big thanks to my editors Drucilla and BlueShifted!

MICKEY SHE LOVES YOU, SOMEONE SMACK THIS BOY WITH A CLUE BY FOUR.

Also, Neraja and Garma are disney characters from the comic book series Wizards of Mickey!

Summary: As Mickey seeks advice for the questions in his heart, Donald faces a mysterious burden from the Sisters of Fate.

Mickey truly and deeply loved his odd family of mermaids and nereids, despite the headaches and annoyances they could give him on a daily basis. They weren't the smartest fish in the sea, but they had good hearts and treated him well. Yet when Mickey headed out that day to see them, it was with great reluctance and hesitation. He needed help with a problem and he had no one else to turn to. The Axelias only knew what Mickey told them, and as for Minnie...well, the problem was about her. That was everyone here in his social circle, so he had no choice but to turn to his girls for aid. Whether they'd actually be of use was anyone's guess, but he had to try.

Their usual morning started out as it always did. He gave them whatever trinkets they had previously requested, they gave him fresh fish to eat, and then they dissolved into babbling about whatever sparkly thing had caught their attention an hour or two ago. Once everything appeared to have settled, Mickey loudly cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. The majority of the women turned their heads, but one or two still kept their conversation going. Mickey didn't mind.

“I need to ask you girls some questions,” Mickey said, his cheeks already starting to burn despite the whole embarrassing ordeal having only just begun. “But you can't tell anyone else about this, okay? Not even Minnie.”

“Why not?”

“Is this a new rule, like the No-Aphrodite rule?”

“You broke the rule!”

“I did not!”

“Minnie is very pretty, I like Minnie.”

Clearly things were off to a fantastic start. “Because I said so, that's why,” Mickey cut in before they could distract themselves even further from the topic at hand. Thankfully the girls appeared to accept his curt reasoning. “All right, first question. I know some of you got boyfriends and girlfriends and folks you...you...” Oh boy, the word itself was already giving him trouble. “You know, you... you really...” He desperately hoped they'd catch on so he wouldn't have to say it, but instead he merely had an audience of slow blinkers. “You...you...” He cleared his throat again and turned his head away, mumbling, his tongue feeling like taffy. “Okay, just...how do you know when you...luh...luuuhhh...love someone?”

Growing up, Mickey had heard the mermaids and nereids happily talk about men they had caught for themselves. To Mickey, that whole concept had seemed as distant as any other island. When he listened to them talk, it often sounded more like they'd caught another shiny bauble than had any genuine feelings for someone. But every so often a mermaid would fall for another mermaid, or a nereid with a nereid, or one for the other. Young Mickey had difficulty understanding the difference between this and friendship. At first it didn't seem any different than how they treated the other girls. All of the women in the water hung off each other, complimented each other freely, gave away kisses, it was all standard. But little by little Mickey had taken note of the subtle nuances of each relationship – like Delphina and Cyrena, who sometimes went whole minutes without saying anything, instead more than content to lean on each other and stroke each other's hair. Or Eleni and Feodora, who instead of asking for jewelry for themselves instead asked Mickey to make something for their other, wanting to match perfectly.

If these strange, bubbling, happy feelings toward Minnie were love, then Mickey had to do something about it. But first he had to know if these strange, bubbling, happy feelings were love. Mickey needed things in his life to be precise and accurate.

The girls had never been asked such a serious question before, and they gave it serious thought – as serious as they could make it, anyway. “Kissing!” one nereid volunteered, her hair so thick that clown fish often hid in it to hide from predators. “When you love someone, you want to kiss them a lot!”

Mickey thought he was in trouble before an elder mermaid spoke up, wearing a self-made “scarf” of seaweed. “That's not true! You can love someone and never ever kiss them. My third husband and I never kissed but I loved him very much. Love isn't about touching. Love is about feeling.”

“Yes, feelings, feelings! It feels good!”

“Love feels very good!”

“I want to feel love!”

“I love you very much!”

“Aw, I love you very much too!”

Mickey snapped his fingers three times in a row to keep things back on track. “Look, I know love is a feeling. Sheesh.” He rolled his eyes. “I need to know if that's what I'm feeling! Or is it just friendship? How do I know which is which?”

Either Mickey wasn't being as sneaky as he thought he was, or his family was a whole lot smarter than he gave them credit for, because it was Aquata who looked him right in the eye and said while pointing her finger, “It's Minnie.”

“What - no! No it's not!” It was perhaps the most pathetic attempt at lying he'd ever made.

“Who else would it be?”

“You're not in love with any of us, are you?”

“And not with Axelia. Wouldn't say Axelia.”

“Mickey loves Minnie! Mickey loves Minnie!”

“You spend a lot of time with her, more her than us.”

“And she makes you happy happy happy.”

“You smiiile when you talk about her.” “And you talk about her a looot.”

Of all the times for them to actually pay attention to something! Mickey rubbed his face over and over, trying to find something to deny but they were right on the mark. The warm sensation in his chest never happened with any of the mermaids and nereids, nor with Axelia. As much as he enjoyed his time with all of them, spending time with Minnie was different. She engaged him, she wanted to learn, she was fascinated with everything he came up with. She valued his happiness and wanted to bring it to life day after day. Whenever she did speak about her life, it was only about the friends she made or who she adored and wished to help. She was sweet, and kind, and caring, and clever, and adorable, and oh no, he did love her, didn't he?

“Well,” Mickey said, but no argument came forth, the word running out of his mouth like a stalled motor puttering and broken, in a silly attempt to get his brain working. “Well. Well. Well. Well!” Eventually the word stopped sounding like a word and just sounded like babbling, which his girls copied in amusement. “Well, okay, so, maybe, maybe, just maybe, I luhhh. I luuuhhhh. I love her. A little bit. DON'T START CELEBRATING!” He knew that was coming and with his hand out, he put an end to it before it even began, several girls frozen in cheering poses. “The second question is much more important.”

“You want to know how to make her love you,” Calista guessed, and many nodded with her in agreement.

“Of course not.” Mickey's temper cooled – if he was in her shoes – well, scales – he'd have made the same assumption too. “A girl like that deserves better. And I don't wanna ruin the nice thing we have going. She's a great gal, a great friend. The sooner I stop luh-luuuh-having those feelings, the less awkward things gotta be.” The idea of Minnie loving him never crossed his mind. That'd be madness. A girl that fantastic and a reject weakling like him?

Even if she said there was nothing wrong with him. Even if she accepted all of him. Even if she cried over his past and had apparently devoted her life to his happiness. None of that meant she could love him. She was just being a very, very, VERY good friend. Of course. Obviously. Maybe she acted like that towards all her friends – although that idea made his stomach churn.

Andria raised her hand. “Think about all the stuff you don't love about her! Like how...” She trailed off, trying to find a negative point about Mickey's friend and unable to come up with one. Rare silence fell over the group as they all tried to come up with her faults and came up with nothing, save for wordless gestures and scratching of heads.

Yet Mickey thought it was a good idea. “No, that's good! That's good, Andria, good girl.” Andria beamed, even if she didn't understand. “See, you guys aren't with her as much as I am, she's got some bad stuff about her too. Like, sometimes when I'm working, she'll sit on the floor and lay her head on my lap and just watch me.”

Rydia squinted. “That doesn't sound bad at all.”

“Of course it's bad! When she does that, I can't concentrate at all! And then there's times, like, with the boat! She'll make me want to do something I don't like to do.”

Damara clicked her tongue. “Didn't you wind up liking that a whole lot? You told us you wanted to make an even better boat after seeing it.”

“Yeah, well, um, that's just more work for me!” Oh boy, he really did love Minnie, didn't he? Did he ever stand a chance? “Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.”

“I've got an idea, but it'll break a rule,” Lydia offered, swimming up to be closer to Mickey. “Is that okay?”

“Fine, but just this once.” He patted her head to reassure her she wouldn't be doing anything wrong.

With permission granted, Lydia gained more confidence, and began to clap her hands in her water, making big splashes. “Just pretend she's Aphrodite! You hate Aphrodite, so if you pretend Minnie is Aphrodite, you won't love her at all!”

“Hmmmm.” Mickey shifted around on the sandy shore, uncomfortable with the suggestion. “I don't know...Minnie's nothing like Aphrodite. She doesn't use her looks to get what she wants. She works hard, and she's smart! Not some air-headed beauty who just sits on Olympus and lets everyone tell her how nice she looks. Minnie's not like that. That's like comparing apples and oranges!”

“I like apples and oranges!”

“They're both very yummy.”

“Are we allowed to talk about Aphrodite now?”

“Poseidon told me she's getting married!”

Mickey sighed, shaking his head. He thought of reinforcing the rule, but the girls had clearly done their best to give him their honest opinion and help him out, so he let them rattle on with silly gossip for a little bit more. What was the harm?

“Is she? Who is she marrying?” “She's marrying Hephaestus.”

“Isn't Hephaestus Mickey's name?”

“Mickey's name is Mickey!”

The harm was being so stunned Mickey almost slid into the water. “Wait a minute, back up, back up!” he yelped, flailing his arms about. “Did you say Aphrodite is going to marry Hephaestus?!” He then jabbed a thumb at his chest to remind them that, yes, he was Hephaestus.

Tallia had been the one to hear the rumor, and as she leaned her head back in thought, she remembered that, oh yeah, he was Hephaestus, wasn't he? “Poseidon said that's what she said. She said she was in love with Hephaestus and she'd marry him. It made Queen Hera very, very mad. Are you going to marry Aphrodite? I thought you hated her.”

“Of – of course I'm not marrying her!” Mickey sputtered, a hand to his head as he tried to find some logic to this revelation. What in the world had happened up on the Mountain? Why would a goddess, the goddess of love and beauty, want to marry him? It made no sense – and then his anger returned, hard and hot, as he found the only reason she would do such a thing. “Why, she's just making fun of me! To her, I bet it's some big funny joke!”

Tallia tilted her head. “I don't get it.”

“She's mocking me! She must've learned about me, and thought it'd be a gag to say that the goddess of love is marrying the ugliest god! The goddess who everyone accepted right from the get-go, and the god who got thrown off when he was born! I bet she thinks that's rich!” Each word became hotter, a rabid snarl as he imagined some vapid beauty laughing cruelly at his life, eating it up with the other snobby gods and goddesses on Mount Olympus. Why not? His whole life was a joke. Well fine, what did he care? I don't need nobody and nobody needs me -

Ah. But. That wasn't true anymore, was it?

Mickey's growling stopped, replaced with somber silence. His tense muscles relaxed, his anger evaporating, and he glanced at his reflection in the water. But instead of seeing his face, he saw Minnie, sweet Minnie, who had held him and kissed his leg and would never leave him. She'd never do anything to hurt him.

“Minnie would never do that,” Mickey said quietly, watching Minnie's image vanish in a few ripples. “She's not like Aphrodite at all.”

Normally when Mickey's anger, or more specifically his sorrow in reaction to any form of pity, was at its highest it was impossible to calm him back down. He would rant and rave and return to his cave to vent out his aggression on his projects. Yet here and now, the girls saw that he managed to calm himself down all by himself just by thinking of Minnie. They'd already liked her because she was so pretty and because she was Mickey's friend, but this solidly sold her on them forever. If Minnie made Mickey happy, why, she was the best woman in the whole wide world.

“I like Minnie a whole lot,” Rydia said, and in short time was joined by the others.

“I do too. I want her to stay with Mickey forever.”

“I love Minnie lots.”

“Mickey and Minnie should get married!”

“I wanna go to Mickey's wedding!”

Mickey smiled, and moved to stroke the hair of whoever was closest, allowing them to speak of weddings and pretty dresses and all the other tangents that grew from it without interruption. He doubted he was going to get any better advice, and decided to leave it at that. In time, he'd get over his feelings for Minnie. Since they were both immortal, they had eternity to change, and Mickey was confident that one day he wouldn't feel any love for Minnie. How, he couldn't say. It wasn't as if he was going to get sick of her curious questions or the feel of her hand atop his own, definitely not anytime soon.

Minnie was good and sweet, and deserved any man she wanted. He mused that such a soul would be the luckiest man in existence. For now he was content to be with his family, engaging them in whatever drivel they were yammering on about – he topic of weddings had led to rings and now the mermaids wanted rings on their tails – and his heart didn't ache. Instead of dreading or planning for the future, he ultimately decided to just be happy with what he had.

Minnie's tiara would be ready soon.

~*~

Deep in the furthest depths of the Underworld lived three people Donald didn't enjoy visiting. He avoided them whenever possible, as they gave him the creeps whenever they had a conversation – and he was well aware of the irony of the Lord Of The Dead getting creeped out. The Sisters of Fate were the keepers of mortal life, spinning the threads of life and snipping them when it was time to die. On several occasions Donald had come to them, reluctantly pleading for a mortal's life to be extended due to sad circumstances. He hated being seen as a softie, even if Daisy found it charming. The Sisters tended to mock his sympathies, and regularly abused it to make him beg on his knees for what he wanted or demand luxurious gifts. They knew that no matter how harsh they were, Donald couldn't punish them. Who else knew how to thread mortal life?

They absolutely never reached out to him, which meant that today the Underworld must have frozen over, since that's what they did. Donald was working on his schedule, trying to figure out the best time for him to see the nephew he'd never visited. He wasn't confident he could do it alone, and Daisy assured him that she and Minnie would be there. Then there was the matter of what exactly to say to the boy – other than an extremely overdue apology – and how he should present himself. Should he be natural as he was, Donald? Or try to impress him as the Master of the Underworld, Hades? He was pacing about, writing on an endless scroll, his mind bouncing about.

Should he get on his hands and knees? Or just hug Mickey when he saw him? Should he get his nephew a gift? Maybe invite him to the Underworld to see what it was like? He was so lost in these thoughts he didn't see the thin yellow thread sliding its way towards his foot – but he certainly felt it wrap around his ankle, and in the second he looked down to see what was going on, it yanked him off his feet and speedily began to drag him away across the cave floor.

On the River Styx laid islands inhabited by spirits, and each spirit stopped what they were doing when they heard a deafening “WAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHH!” echo across the Underworld, followed by several expletives so harsh that elder ghosts covered their descendants' ears. To save whatever is left of Donald's dignity, there's no need to go into all the bumps, corners, jagged rocks and near drownings he endured as a result of his dragging. It ended in roughly five minutes as he entered the lair of the Sisters of Fate, his belly scratched and aching, and having poofed into his smoky form about six different times. The thread untied itself from his ankle and laid down, now as normal and lifeless as thread should be.

Donald took one look where he was. “YOU CAN'T JUST WALK OUT AND ASK FOR ME LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!” Whereas most mortals would tremble and cry at his thunderous voice, the Sisters just scoffed in unison.

“Why should we ever have to leave our home?” asked Neraja, the Sister of the Past, and the youngest by seconds. All three were ducks with soft white feathers, but Neraja was not only the tallest, towering over her sisters and her own spinning wheel, she was also the most beautiful. She had raven night hair spilling down to her feet, and eyes equally dark and alluring. Her flowing silk dress so deeply red that it would have been easy to mistake it for blood, and her arms were coated in trinkets symbolizing the moon and planets. It was her duty to pull along the threads of life so mortals could be born, and even now her hands were effortlessly pulling forth threads in all of her fingers, birthing several mortals at once across the world.

“You should be honored we've called upon you,” declared Magica, the Sister of the Present, the middle child. She was a head shorter than Neraja, and the shortness also applied to hair that stopped at her shoulders, and a dress that cut off at her knees. Her outfit contained fading red and darkening purple, depending on how the candles in the cave were flickering. Her legs had ringlets of solid gold in perfectly shaped circles. It was her duty to keep the threads smooth during one's life, and cross and tie them over if certain lives were destined to meet and entwine. At the moment she was untangling a pair of lovers that had argued they should split up for good, and Magica was taking great enjoyment from it.

“It's deplorable that you show us such disrespect,” came with a snort from Garma, the Sister of the Future, the eldest of the siblings, and with all the wrinkles on her face, one might have thought she was older by centuries. She was the smallest of the three, with a hunched back and blue veins throbbing underneath her dry feathers, her fraying gray hair dyed yellow in a pathetic attempt to hide this. Her dress had become so dark and faded it was impossible to tell what it once was, especially given how tattered and ripped it was, though she wore each tear like a badge of honor. Sharp teeth jutted from her beak, even showing when her mouth was closed. It was her duty to cut the thread when a mortal's life was up, and out of all the sisters, she enjoyed her job the most. Her scissors cut the air even now, eager to sever a living person from their body of flesh.

By this time Donald had managed to poof back into his normal form, and once the make-up was off he stood to attention and crossed his arms. “There's no way you hags invited me here for a pleasant chit-chat, so what did you need me so badly for?”

The Sisters grumbled together, reluctant to come forward and admit there was a problem. Impatient Neraja straightened her back, sticking out her chest – ever since Donald had married, she had tried to tease and flirt with him, but he'd never taken the bait, which was a great wound to her pride. Even now he looked at her eyes and nowhere else. “There's something amiss with one of the threads.”

Donald blinked, looking at the millions of threads that laid on the floor, hung on the walls, roped the ceiling – it was impossible to know what the room really looked like, since everything was covered in different colored threads. He wasn't even sure if the Sisters had seats to sit on, or if the threads were so intricately wound and numerous that they could solidify and be sat upon. He never cared to ask. “How can you tell?”

Magica crossed her arms, glaring at Donald who glared back. “We've been at this since the first mortal was given life, we've never had this happen before!” She got out of her stone chair – oh, so they did have seats, Donald mused to himself – and strutted up to Donald, holding up a single white thread in his face. “Look at this!”

Donald looked at what he saw as a perfectly normal thread. If the Sisters said there was something wrong with it, then it had to be wrong, since they took pride in their work and hated being around Donald. He didn't want to come across as a fool by saying he couldn't see what the problem was, so he sucked on the inside of his cheek and squinted. With every passing second, the Sisters' eyes became harder, and he could feel himself shrinking. If only Daisy was here today, she'd give these women what for! Any insult they lobbed at her she could give back twice as hard. She wouldn't allow them to cut Donald down -

Cut? Donald blinked, and then reached over to touch the beginning of the thread – which indeed looked too perfect, too even, as if it'd been cut with a precise sharp object. “Say,” he finally spoke out loud, rubbing the end with his fingers. “Garma's only supposed to cut the end of it, right?”

“I didn't cut it at all!” Garma hissed, her old bones loudly clicking underneath her flesh, her elbows sticking out in angry flutters. “How dare you imply that I would! I have half a mind to come down there and cut off your beak!” Garma sat atop the highest seated platform, so she could look down upon her sisters. Magica's and Neraja's were evenly spaced and evenly sized, as they often teamed up to insult their elder, when they weren't insulting each other.

“The old biddy is right,” Neraja said while sliding a sleeve of her dress down her shoulder. Still no reaction, as Donald was studying the thread intensely. Peeved, she rolled it back up, deciding to stick to business, or at least what she saw as her business. “She knows her place. She'd never cut a thread before it's time.”

“Who are you calling an old biddy, you impetuous brat!”

“Don't tell me you're going deaf, you stupid shrew!”

If Magica had joined in, Donald would have been more than happy to put the whole weird matter behind and leave as fast as his feet could carry him. But Magica was even-minded, sometimes, and she managed to stay focused. “Neraja has no memory of spinning this thread! It happened many days ago, I was pulling along as usual, and that's when I found this abrupt beginning of life!”

“And only felt like telling me now, I see,” Donald muttered under his breath. No doubt the catty ducks had thought they could solve this issue on their own, and only “asked” for Donald's assistance when they realized they couldn't. He drew himself up, trying to figure it out, scratching his head with one finger. “So if I've got this right, instead of being born, this person just...suddenly...appeared out of nowhere and lived? Is that even possible?” It was a silly question because it couldn't be answered, but he had no clue how they thought he'd be of any use. “I guess I could try and look into it, but if it's just the once and it's done no harm, is it really that important?”

Neraja answered that first by throwing one of her sandals at his face. “Of course it's important! Creating life is MY job!”

“And if you don't figure this out,” Garma snarled, pointing her sharp scissors in Donald's direction, “We'll never do another favor for you for the rest of eternity! No matter how hard you beg!”

“Noted,” Donald sighed, rubbing the sore spot where the sandal had smacked. “Okay, fine, I'll look into it, but I can't make any promises. Can you tell me anything about this mystery person?”

Magica rubbed her fingers along the thread, her eyes momentarily reflecting the color of the thread, a marble white. “A young woman who lives with a sculptor...She knows nothing and must learn everything. She has been called a heroine in this humble village. At first she only wanted to please her man, but now she seeks to understand how the heart works.”

“Yeah, that's not a needle in a haystack at all,” Donald replied dryly, unimpressed by Magica's mystic mutterings. He managed to back up before she could kick him in the shin. “I said I'll do it already! But you have to keep your word too! As long as I'm making the effort, you still have to listen to my requests.”

Neraja cackled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Of course we'll still listen to your pathetic wails over mortal life! It's one of the highlights of our lives! Seeing the great and mighty Hades grovel like a dog...”

“...All for the life of an insignificant peon!” Garma finished, laughing and knocking her head back as she found it funnier and funnier. “The lord of the dead who doesn't want any dead!”

This time Magica did join in, curling the thread around her fingers as she sneered. “Never forget, we hold the real power here! You will always be beneath us!”

“Sure, whatever,” Donald smoothed down his robes, the insults having gotten pretty dull since he'd been hearing them for years. What were once daggers to his soul were now more like yippy Chihuahuas nibbling at his ankles. At times he wondered if they acted this way because they were lonely and wanted attention, even if it was poisonous, and so he was often the one feeling pity for them. Not that he'd ever tell them – they couldn't kill him, but they'd make him wish for it. If these miserable crones enjoyed being miserable, let them go at it. “I'll keep you updated.” Relieved that it was done, he headed for the circular exit of the cave.

“One more thing, Lord Hades,” Garma voice was low and dangerous as she glowered at him, and the others followed suit, lowering their heads and rubbing their hands together.

“Of course,” Donald groaned, and turned right back around. “What now?”

“We have seen a prophecy,” Garma announced, standing up tall, as did her siblings. “And it must be heard!” It wasn't often, but sometimes in the course of their duties, a spark would fly from the various threads, giving all three Sisters a vision of a possible future. It wasn't guaranteed, but whenever they had one, it had been ordered that Zeus was to be told immediately. They would tell Donald, who would tell Fethry, who would tell Zeus, who would then announce it to everyone else. It had been a rule established since the first prophecy prediction, which had said Zeus would overthrow his father, although later prophecies had never been so momentous.

Donald raised an eyebrow. “The last time you guys chucked out a big one, you said Zeus would be dethroned by a son. I don't see that happening anytime soon.” If what Daisy had told him was correct, Mickey was in no shape to overthrow anyone, nor had a desire to. Zeus probably had hundreds of sons and daughters out in the mortal and godly planes, but so far none of them wanted his seat either. Not all of their prophecies came true, but for a big one to fail like that – it didn't bode well for the rest.

“It could still happen,” Neraja defended, though her shoulders were slumping in defeat.

Magica ignored her and continued on from Garma. “In the near future, a great and bloody war will overtake the mortals! Thousands will perish, and the war will be endless! The Underworld will be flooded with the souls of the innocent! The will of Ares will bring about an end to mankind as we know it!” She drew up her hands, fingers twitching as if she was raining down souls from her fingernails.

Donald stared at all three of them, his temper threatening to rise, but he managed to stave it off. For a second. “You know, if I actually believed you, I would have suggested that you should have SAID THAT WHOLE THING FIRST BEFORE GOING ON ABOUT SOME STUPID THREAD!” Now it was he who towered over them in his form of deadly smog and glistening red eyes. “HAVE YOU BEEN HOLDING BACK ON ANYTHING ELSE?! OR DO YOU WITCHES JUST LIKE TORMENTING ME?!”

“Yep.”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, duh.”

Honestly, what kind of answer was he expecting? He scowled at them a moment longer before poofing back to normal, not bothering with his make-up or ponytail or any other additions his anger tended to give him. “Doggone stubborn little...” He stormed out of the cave, cursing his rotten luck that his job was saddled with those wretches. He would tell Fethry about the prophecy, but he sincerely didn't believe a word of it. The will of Ares? Puh-leeze! Pete was a lazy slob who preferred to watch people fight, and threw temper tantrums when people got along. Besides, Zeus, as lazy as he was, would surely prevent the “end of mankind”. He enjoyed the physical pleasures of it so much he'd never let it die out. Prophecies were merely one path out of millions. It was not a guarantee of anything.

With that in mind, Donald decided he wouldn't bring Mickey down and risk any chance of running into the Sisters. They didn't deserve a chance to meet his nephew, and he wouldn't subject Mickey to their sadistic whims. As his anger cooled, Donald reasoned that he should also find a way to thank Minnie for finding Mickey in the first place. He'd only met her once, but he found her charming and sweet. He wouldn't mind seeing her again, and much like Daisy, he found an urge to protect her from the things she was only just discovering.

He slowed his walk as he remembered that she too was an unusual discovery. It seemed like ages ago when all of the gods, goddesses and lower creatures were struck with that odd sensation, that “something was coming.” That “something” had been Minnie, and then everyone went on as normal without ever questioning where she'd come from. Much like the odd mortal thread, he supposed, which indicated a mortal merely popped into life. Maybe the two were connected somehow, though he was sure Minnie would have brought it up to Daisy if she'd known anything. The two were as close as actual loving sisters, as opposed to the hateful brew back in the cave. Seeing Daisy speak so happily of her friend was quite entertaining, and while Daisy would try to deny she felt that strongly, it was clear that Daisy adored Minnie and would do almost anything for her.

Still, that made two mysteries in one short leap of time. Instead of concerning themselves over one mortal, shouldn't everyone be more worried about one goddess? Mortals couldn't come from nothing, and neither could gods. Gods had to be born too. That was the only way.

…Well. There was one other way to create a god.

But the idea of Minnie being created in such a way was so ludicrous that Donald slapped his own head for even imagining the concept. What had he been thinking? He should be concentrating on Mickey first, then the thread, before thinking about the impossible. When nearby spirits asked what had happened, he told them it was nothing important and they accepted it at face value. Donald resumed his planning, and chose not to give Mickey a gift, since he didn't know Mickey well enough to know what he liked, and chose to merely be himself when they met. It took up all of his day.

Yet far, far back in the reaches of his mind, the idea of the other way lingered, and one day it would be visited again. Only a handful of gods knew about this method, and they had no reason to speak of it because it hadn't happened since the dawn of creation. There was no way it could have happened again.

But. But! But! The almighty word that lingered and created frightening yet fascinating possibilities.

But if she had been born that way, then Minnie had the potential to be more powerful than Zeus and Hera combined. She would have enough power to topple Mount Olympus and burn the world itself to ash and dust.

What Donald didn't know was this was also one of the possibilities and prophecies that the Sisters of Fate had seen. They'd deemed it so ridiculous that they didn't bother to speak of it. Yet it was still out there, along with infinite others on the horizon.

The day ended with no questions answered.

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Following are quotes from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrian_purple

“Royal purple redirects here. For other uses, see Royal Purple (disambiguation).

  Tyrian purple (Greek, πορφύρα, porphyra, Latin: purpura), also known as Tyrian red, ROYAL PURPLE, imperial purple or imperial dye, is a bromine-containing reddish-purplenatural dye. It is a secretion produced by several species of predatory sea snails in the family Muricidae, rock snails originally known by the name Murex. In ancient times, extracting this dye involved tens of thousands of snails and substantial labor, and as a result, the dye was highly valued.

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyre,_Lebanon

Lilith, Owls, Tyre, The Stone of Destiny & Queen Elizabeth https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/03/19/lilith/  

Queen Elizabeth, The Daughter of TYRE?? https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/01/27/queen-elizabeth-the-daughter-of-tyre/

ROYAL HAEMOPILIACS 

Frederick of Hesse

Waldemar of Prussia

Henry of Prussia

Rupert Alexander George of Teck, Viscount Trematon

Alexi Tsarevitch

Prince Leopold

Leopold Mountbatten

Maurice, Prince of Battenberg 

Alfonso, Prince of the Asturias

Infante Gonzalo of Spain

ROYALS & PORPHYRIA

A STRONG stomach is needed if you are going to look at some IMAGES OF PEOPLE WITH PORPHYRIA

King George III 

Mary, Queen of Scots

James V of Scotland

James I and VI

Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales

Prince William of Gloucester, who died in a plane crash in 1972.  He was the eldest son of Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester (son of George V). diagnosed with porphyria. Don’t know type or extent of his symptoms.

Grandson of George V; for the grandson of George II who was also known as Prince William of Gloucester, see Prince William Henry, Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh for the son of Anne, Queen of Great Britain see Prince William, Duke of Gloucester

According to http://www.sussex.ac.uk/press_office…/article1.html  “There is a one-in-two chance of any member of the Royal family with the faulty gene passing it on to each offspring. Of that number, around 10% will suffer symptoms.”

Spanish Habsburg line

Princess Charlotte of Prussia

Princess Feodora of Saxe-Meiningen

Maria I of Portugal

Vlad III

King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon

Daniel 4, the madness of Nebuchadnezzar (4th chapter of the Bible‘s Book of Daniel) tells how King Nebuchadnezzar learns the lesson of God’s sovereignty, “who is able to bring low those who walk in pride.” Nebuchadnezzar dreams of a great tree that shelters the whole world, but in his dream an angelic “watcher” appears and decrees that the tree must be cut down and that for seven years he, Nebuchadnezzar, will have his human mind taken away and will eat grass like an ox. This comes to pass, and at the end of his punishment Nebuchadnezzar praises God. (Daniel‘s role is to interpret the dream for the king).[1]

The message of Nebuchadnezzar’s madness is that all earthly power, including that of kings, is subordinate to the power of God.[2] It forms a contrasting pair with chapter 5: Nebuchadnezzar learns that God alone controls the world and is restored to his kingdom, while Belshazzar fails to learn from Nebuchadnezzar’s example and has his kingdom taken from him and given to the Medes and Persians.[3]    wiki

Nebuchadnezzar & porphoria 

“Aside from boanthropy, other explanations for his behaviour include porphyria (a group of enzyme disorders that manifest with neurological symptoms including hallucinations, depression, anxiety and paranoia) or general paresis or paralytic dementia caused by syphilis.

The porphyrias are a group of rare inherited or acquired disorders of certain enzymes that normally participate in the production of porphyrins and haem. They manifest with either neurological complications or skin problems, or occasionally both.

The metamorphosis of humans into animals is known as therianthropy, the best known form of which is lycanthropy — transformation into a wolf or werewolf. The term “cynanthropy” dates back to ancient Greece and is applied to shapeshifters who alternate between human and dog form. A therianthrope, however, is a being that is part human, part animal.   http://www.pharmaceutical-journal.com/opinion/blogs/nebuchadnezzar-and-boanthropy/11123165.blog

The European royal lines have always been prone to the odd loss-of-function mutation. An unlucky mutation in Queen Victoria’s Factor IX gene caused a nasty case X-linked Haemophilia B in her male descendants (a mutation that was only mapped in 2009 by sequencing the bones of the murdered Romanov branch).

More systemic genetic problems have been the result of heavy inbreeding; Charles II of Spain, with his distressingly bushy family tree (left), suffered from severe Habsburg jaw, along with a host of other genetic complaints. http://genomesunzipped.org/2011/04/inbreeding-genetic-disease-and-the-royal-wedding.php

http://mobile.abc.net.au/news/2004-12-18/gollums-precious-little-regard-for-his-health/605648  http://archive.is/u5rNK

PRINCE CHARLES RELATED TO DRACULA http://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/786300/Prince-Charles-Romania-royal-tour-Bucharest-Dracula

  http://www.englishmonarchs.co.uk/scottish_kings.htm

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shades_of_purple#Royal_purple:_17th_century

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shades_of_purple#Tyrian_purple:_Classical_antiquity

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrian_purple

BLUE BLOOD   

Royal blue “The Phoenicians also made an indigo dye, sometimes referred to as royal blue or hyacinth purple, which was made from a closely related species of marine snail.[18]“

“The colour-fast (non-fading) dye was an item of luxury trade, prized by Romans, who used it to colour ceremonial robes.”

Hemolymph, or haemolymph, is a fluid, analogous to the blood in vertebrates, that circulates in the interior of the arthropod body remaining in direct contact with the animal’s tissues. It is composed of a fluid plasma in which hemolymph cells called hemocytes are suspended. In addition to hemocytes, the plasma also contains many chemicals. It is the major tissue type of the open circulatory system characteristic of arthropods (e.g. arachnids, crustaceans and insects).[1][2] In addition, some non-arthropods such as molluscs possess a hemolymphatic circulatory system. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemolymph

Nobility https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobility

Rhesus Factor – RH Negative https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rh_blood_group_system

Blue Baby https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemolytic_disease_of_the_newborn

The Rh factor was discovered by Landsteiner and Alexander Wiener in 1940  Before the prophylactic use of Rh immunoglobulins (anti-D globulin) was introduced, maternal anti-D antibodies frequently caused fetal brain damage, as a result of the increased levels of bilirubin (Kern icterus), and death. The mechanism underlying the prevention of maternal anti-D production after receipt of prophylactic Rh immunoglobulin could be due to antigen blocking or a central inhibition of the immune response. Prophylactic Rh immunoglobulins are usually given by intramuscular injection. Rh immunoglobulins are also used for treating idiopathic thrombocytopenia, when they are given intravenously. The primary mechanism of action for this indication is believed to be an immunological blockade of Fc receptors within the reticuloendothelial system, preventing entrapment of antibody-coated platelets with a subsequent rise in the circulating platelet count (Ware & Zimmerman, 1998). Today’s methods for obtaining Rh immunoglobulin for a therapeutic hyperimmunoglobulin preparation follow Wiener’s original 1943 procedures for obtaining anti-Rh antibodies for diagnostic purposes. In his search, Wiener found the most convenient source of anti-Rh sera were people already sensitized by pregnancy or transfusion. During World War II, Wiener prepared anti-Rh serum for the armed forces by injecting small Rh-positive red cells into people who were already sensitized and could induce a very strong anamnestic response. The best source of anti-Rh serum came from male Rh-negative volunteers immunized with a small dose of Rh-positive red cells. At least two injections, 4 months apart, for the production of specific high-titre anti-Rh antibodies were required (Wiener 1969) http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1046/j.1365-2141.2003.04295.x/full#ss4.  http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1046/j.1365-2141.2003.04295.x/full  https://archive.is/avONc 

The Basque people of Spain have an unusually high percentage of Rh Negative blood, DNA tests have confirmed a link between the Irish and the Basques, Ireland and Scotland also have a high percentage of people with Rh negative blood,

The Rhesus Factor and Disease Prevention https://qmro.qmul.ac.uk/xmlui/bitstream/handle/123456789/2748/TANSEYRhesusFactor2004FINAL.pdf?sequence=2

Purple, Prince, Riddled Royals & Chemtrails https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/04/21/prince-dead/

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According to this webpage archive the following supposedly all have RH negative blood- Liam & Noel Gallgher, Ozzy Osbourne, Fidel Castro, Kurt Cobaine, Janis Joplin, Marilyn Monroe 

The following is according to their facebook page

Mar. 18, 1985 The regal donor of the precious stuff was Prince Charles, 36, who has become the first member of the royal family ever to give blood, in his case, O Rh-negative. http://content.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,963393,00.html https://archive.is/zV5Pa

Genes on the Y Chromosome

Every human has 23 pairs of chromosomes – organized packets of genetic information (DNA) which code for all the necessary amino acids to create a human being. The twenty-third set of chromosomes determine the gender of a person: two X chromosomes create a female, and an X paired with a Y creates a male.

The Y chromosome is much smaller than a typical X chromosome, and contains somewhere between 70-200 genes (the entire human genome comprises approximately 20,000-25,000 genes). Some important genes on the Y chromosome include:

SRY: The SRY (Sex Determining Y Region) gene determines gender. This gene will bind to other DNA in the cell, distorting it out of shape. This single gene creates the male phenotype. In a very rare genetic event, the gene sometimes gets translocated onto an X chromosome. When this happens, the child carries a genome that should be female (46, XX), but develops as a male. Adult men with a 46, XX karyotype and a translocated SRY gene are often identified due to infertility or hypogonadism (underdeveloped testes).

SHOX: The SHOX gene (Short Stature Homeobox) is located on the X and the Y chromosome. This gene is responsible for skeletal growth. While many genes are located only on the X chromosome, this gene is present in both the X and the Y chromosome, so that each gender receives two functional copies of the gene.

USP9Y: This gene (ubiquitin specific peptidase 9, Y-linked) is found on the Y chromosome, and is only present in males. This gene is involved in the production of healthy sperm, and infertile males sometimes have a mutation in this gene.

The Y chromosome is not necessary for the male phenotype. The SRY gene is required, however, and it is almost always located on the Y chromosome. In a few rare cases, the SRY gene has been translocated (moved) to the X chromosome by accident. In these cases, the genotype is 46, XX – this would normally indicate a female genotype. In the rare case of translocation of the SRY gene, however, a man can be 46, XX: these men are often fully masculinized, but are infertile. This is sometimes called the “XX Male Syndrome.”

There are also reports of men who have a 46, XX genotype without the SRY gene. The causes of this rare occurrence have not been completely investigated. Like the men with the translocated SRY gene, these men are infertile. 

Facts of Life — Gender Determination

Y Chromosome Disorders Klinefelter Syndrome  XYY Syndrome  Turner Syndrome

Irish and British DNA : a comparison

British and Irish DNA suggests that people on the two islands have much genetically in common. Males in both islands have a strong predominance of Haplogroup 1 gene, meaning that most of us in the British Isles are descended from the same Spanish stone age settlers.

The main difference is the degree to which later migrations of people to the islands affected the population’s DNA. Parts of Ireland (most notably the western seaboard) have been almost untouched by outside genetic influence since hunter-gatherer times. Men there with traditional Irish surnames have the highest incidence of the Haplogroup 1 gene – over 99%.

At the same time London, for example, has been a mutli-ethnic city for hundreds of years. Furthermore, England has seen more arrivals of new people from Europe – Anglo-Saxons and Normans – than Ireland.

Therefore while the earliest English ancestors were very similar in DNA and culture to the tribes of Ireland, later arrivals to England have created more diversity between the two groups.

Irish and Scottish people share very similar DNA. The obvious similarities of culture, pale skin, tendancy to red hair have historically been prescribed to the two people’s sharing a common celtic ancestry. Actually it now seems much more likely that the similarity results from the movement of people from the north of Ireland into Scotland in the centuries 400 – 800 AD. At this time the kingdom of Dalriada, based near Ballymoney in County Antrim extended far into Scotland. The Irish invaders brought Gaelic language and culture, and they also brought their genes.

Irish Characteristics and DNA  The MC1R gene has been identified by researchers as the gene responsible for red hair as well as the accompanying fair skin and tendency towards freckles. According to recent research, genes for red hair first appeared in human beings about 40,000 to 50,000 years ago. 

These genes were then brought to the British Isles by the original settlers, men and women who would have been relatively tall, with little body fat, athletic, fair-skinned and who would have had red hair. So red-heads may well be descended from the earliest ancestors of the Irish and British.

  A spoof (and very funny) exploration into the characteristics of all Irish-blooded males can be read at this link: www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/weekend. Identified genes include IMG or the Irish Mother Gene and the GK (MF) S Gene Kelly-Michael-Flately-Syndrome which explains the inability of the Irish man to move his hips while dancing!

Irish origin myths confirmed by modern scientific evidence One of the oldest texts composed in Ireland is the Leabhar Gabhla, the Book of Invasions. It tells a semi-mythical history of the waves of people who settled in Ireland in earliest time. It says the first settlers to arrive in Ireland were a small dark race called the Fir Bolg, followed by a magical super-race called the Tuatha de Danaan (the people of the goddess Dana).

Most interestingly, the book says that the group which then came to Ireland and fully established itself as rulers of the island were the Milesians – the sons of Mil, the soldier from Spain. Modern DNA research has actually confirmed that the Irish are close genetic relatives of the people of northern Spain.

While it might seem strange that Ireland was populated from Spain rather than Britain or France, it is worth remembering that in ancient times the sea was one of the fastest and easiest ways to travel. When the land was covered in thick forest, coastal settlements were common and people travlleled around the seaboard of Europe quite freely.

Medieval map of Ireland, showing Irish tribes.

But where did the early Irish come from? For a long time the myth of Irish history has been that the Irish are Celts. Many people still refer to Irish, Scottish and Welsh as Celtic culture – and the assumtion has been that they were Celts who migrated from central Europe around 500BCE. Keltoi was the name given by the Ancient Greeks to a ‘barbaric’ (in their eyes) people who lived to the north of them in central Europe. While early Irish art shows some similarities of style to central European art of the Keltoi, historians have also recognised many significant differences between the two cultures.

The latest research into Irish DNA has confirmed that the early inhabitants of Ireland were not directly descended from the Keltoi of central Europe. In fact the closest genetic relatives of the Irish in Europe are to be found in the north of Spain in the region known as the Basque Country. These same ancestors are shared to an extent with the people of Britain – especially the Scottish.

DNA testing through the male Y chromosome has shown that Irish males have the highest incidence of the haplogroup 1 gene in Europe. While other parts of Europe have integrated contiuous waves of new settlers from Asia, Ireland’s remote geographical position has meant that the Irish gene-pool has been less susceptible to change. The same genes have been passed down from parents to children for thousands of years.

This is mirrored in genetic studies which have compared DNA analysis with Irish surnames. Many surnames in Irish are Gaelic surnames, suggesting that the holder of the surname is a descendant of people who lived in Ireland long before the English conquests of the Middle Ages. Men with Gaelic surnames, showed the highest incidences of Haplogroup 1 (or Rb1) gene. This means that those Irish whose ancestors pre-date English conquest of the island are direct descendants of early stone age settlers who migrated from Spain.

  https://owlcation.com/stem/The-Y-Chromosome-Ancestry-Genetics-and-the-Making-of-a-Man  https://archive.is/dp1Cm

http://www.sott.net/article/263587-DNA-shows-Irish-people-have-more-complex-origins-than-previously-thought    https://archive.is/Cc74k

http://stevenmcollins.com/WordPress/dna-of-pharaohs-and-europeans-trace-an-israelite-ancestry/    https://archive.is/FfonD

KING TUT’S DNA ~ WESTERN EUROPEAN

Haplogroups are assigned letters of the alphabet, and refinements consist of additional number and letter combinations, for example R1b or R1b1. Y-chromosome and mitochondrial DNA haplogroups have different haplogroup designations. In essence, haplogroups give an inisight into ancestral origins dating back thousands of years.

By entering all the STR data inadvertently shown on the Discovery video, a 99.6 percent fit with the R1b haplogroup is revealed.

The significance is, of course, that R1b is the most common Y-chromosome haplogroup in Europe reaching its highest concentrations in Ireland, Scotland, western England and the European Atlantic seaboard — in other words, European through and through. http://www.eutimes.net/2010/06/king-tuts-dna-is-western-european/     https://archive.is/yX4Ex

We’ve got the same mummy! Up to 70% of British men are ‘related’ to the Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamun  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2022313/Up-70-British-men-related-Egyptian-Pharaoh-Tutankhamun.html   https://archive.is/kborD

MORE BRITISH ROYAL FAMILY 

God Damn Numbers: Scotland & the number 22       https://spidercatweb.blog/2015/12/28/god-damn-numbers/

Paedos Satanism & Murder https://spidercatweb.blog/2015/12/24/satanic-paedophile-practices-of-british-royal-family/

Satanic Paedo Royals https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/05/06/satanic-paedo-royal/

Satanic royals https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/04/03/satanic-royals/

CHATEAU DES AMEROIS ROYAL SATANIC RITUALS, DUTROUX & PAEDO https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/02/29/bastards/

JOINING DOTS  https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/08/28/royalpaedo-dot2dot/

SINITTA, ROYAL FAMILY & THE US PRESIDENTS

What The Royal Family Don’t Want You To See

The Knatchbull Family

QVS Dunblane: Military school investigated by police amid claims of paedo ring

QVS, Dunblane, VIPaedo, Cover-Up

Duke of Westminster: Knight, royals, prostitutes, fraud & a smoking aeroplane 

PART 1 https://youtu.be/Musm9tapqVs

PART 2  https://youtu.be/e9Q-5tcmGv4

SOURCES ETC

http://www.englishmonarchs.co.uk/hanover_15.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria

http://englishmonarchs.co.uk/haemophilia.html

http://www.theroyalforums.com/forums/f96/porphyria-in-european-royalty-33278.html

http://truthseeker444.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/the-declaration-of-arbroath-and-rh.html   https://archive.is/e38LL

Rh Negative Blood Traits & Characteristics  https://youtu.be/qbdueayPmzk   

RH Neg ELECTRICAL?  https://youtu.be/iGjtrkYWGUY

  The Rh Factor And Blood Transfusion: Observations On A Group Of Rh-Negative Individuals Transfused With Rh-Positive Blood (pp. 916-918)

BLOODY ROYALS & THE X FACTOR Following are quotes from "Royal purple redirects here. For other uses, see Royal Purple (disambiguation)

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Following are quotes from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrian_purple

“Royal purple redirects here. For other uses, see Royal Purple (disambiguation).

  Tyrian purple (Greek, πορφύρα, porphyra, Latin: purpura), also known as Tyrian red, ROYAL PURPLE, imperial purple or imperial dye, is a bromine-containing reddish-purplenatural dye. It is a secretion produced by several species of predatory sea snails in the family Muricidae, rock snails originally known by the name Murex. In ancient times, extracting this dye involved tens of thousands of snails and substantial labor, and as a result, the dye was highly valued.

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyre,_Lebanon

Lilith, Owls, Tyre, The Stone of Destiny & Queen Elizabeth https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/03/19/lilith/  

Queen Elizabeth, The Daughter of TYRE?? https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/01/27/queen-elizabeth-the-daughter-of-tyre/

ROYAL HAEMOPILIACS 

Frederick of Hesse

Waldemar of Prussia

Henry of Prussia

Rupert Alexander George of Teck, Viscount Trematon

Alexi Tsarevitch

Prince Leopold

Leopold Mountbatten

Maurice, Prince of Battenberg 

Alfonso, Prince of the Asturias

Infante Gonzalo of Spain

ROYALS & PORPHYRIA

A STRONG stomach is needed if you are going to look at some IMAGES OF PEOPLE WITH PORPHYRIA

King George III 

Mary, Queen of Scots

James V of Scotland

James I and VI

Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales

Prince William of Gloucester, who died in a plane crash in 1972.  He was the eldest son of Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester (son of George V). diagnosed with porphyria. Don’t know type or extent of his symptoms.

Grandson of George V; for the grandson of George II who was also known as Prince William of Gloucester, see Prince William Henry, Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh for the son of Anne, Queen of Great Britain see Prince William, Duke of Gloucester

According to http://www.sussex.ac.uk/press_office…/article1.html  “There is a one-in-two chance of any member of the Royal family with the faulty gene passing it on to each offspring. Of that number, around 10% will suffer symptoms.”

Spanish Habsburg line

Princess Charlotte of Prussia

Princess Feodora of Saxe-Meiningen

Maria I of Portugal

Vlad III

King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon

Daniel 4, the madness of Nebuchadnezzar (4th chapter of the Bible‘s Book of Daniel) tells how King Nebuchadnezzar learns the lesson of God’s sovereignty, “who is able to bring low those who walk in pride.” Nebuchadnezzar dreams of a great tree that shelters the whole world, but in his dream an angelic “watcher” appears and decrees that the tree must be cut down and that for seven years he, Nebuchadnezzar, will have his human mind taken away and will eat grass like an ox. This comes to pass, and at the end of his punishment Nebuchadnezzar praises God. (Daniel‘s role is to interpret the dream for the king).[1]

The message of Nebuchadnezzar’s madness is that all earthly power, including that of kings, is subordinate to the power of God.[2] It forms a contrasting pair with chapter 5: Nebuchadnezzar learns that God alone controls the world and is restored to his kingdom, while Belshazzar fails to learn from Nebuchadnezzar’s example and has his kingdom taken from him and given to the Medes and Persians.[3]    wiki

Nebuchadnezzar & porphoria 

“Aside from boanthropy, other explanations for his behaviour include porphyria (a group of enzyme disorders that manifest with neurological symptoms including hallucinations, depression, anxiety and paranoia) or general paresis or paralytic dementia caused by syphilis.

The porphyrias are a group of rare inherited or acquired disorders of certain enzymes that normally participate in the production of porphyrins and haem. They manifest with either neurological complications or skin problems, or occasionally both.

The metamorphosis of humans into animals is known as therianthropy, the best known form of which is lycanthropy — transformation into a wolf or werewolf. The term “cynanthropy” dates back to ancient Greece and is applied to shapeshifters who alternate between human and dog form. A therianthrope, however, is a being that is part human, part animal.   http://www.pharmaceutical-journal.com/opinion/blogs/nebuchadnezzar-and-boanthropy/11123165.blog

The European royal lines have always been prone to the odd loss-of-function mutation. An unlucky mutation in Queen Victoria’s Factor IX gene caused a nasty case X-linked Haemophilia B in her male descendants (a mutation that was only mapped in 2009 by sequencing the bones of the murdered Romanov branch).

More systemic genetic problems have been the result of heavy inbreeding; Charles II of Spain, with his distressingly bushy family tree (left), suffered from severe Habsburg jaw, along with a host of other genetic complaints. http://genomesunzipped.org/2011/04/inbreeding-genetic-disease-and-the-royal-wedding.php

http://mobile.abc.net.au/news/2004-12-18/gollums-precious-little-regard-for-his-health/605648  http://archive.is/u5rNK

PRINCE CHARLES RELATED TO DRACULA http://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/786300/Prince-Charles-Romania-royal-tour-Bucharest-Dracula

  http://www.englishmonarchs.co.uk/scottish_kings.htm

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shades_of_purple#Royal_purple:_17th_century

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shades_of_purple#Tyrian_purple:_Classical_antiquity

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrian_purple

BLUE BLOOD   

Royal blue “The Phoenicians also made an indigo dye, sometimes referred to as royal blue or hyacinth purple, which was made from a closely related species of marine snail.[18]“

“The colour-fast (non-fading) dye was an item of luxury trade, prized by Romans, who used it to colour ceremonial robes.”

Hemolymph, or haemolymph, is a fluid, analogous to the blood in vertebrates, that circulates in the interior of the arthropod body remaining in direct contact with the animal’s tissues. It is composed of a fluid plasma in which hemolymph cells called hemocytes are suspended. In addition to hemocytes, the plasma also contains many chemicals. It is the major tissue type of the open circulatory system characteristic of arthropods (e.g. arachnids, crustaceans and insects).[1][2] In addition, some non-arthropods such as molluscs possess a hemolymphatic circulatory system. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemolymph

Nobility https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobility

Rhesus Factor – RH Negative https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rh_blood_group_system

Blue Baby https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemolytic_disease_of_the_newborn

The Rh factor was discovered by Landsteiner and Alexander Wiener in 1940  Before the prophylactic use of Rh immunoglobulins (anti-D globulin) was introduced, maternal anti-D antibodies frequently caused fetal brain damage, as a result of the increased levels of bilirubin (Kern icterus), and death. The mechanism underlying the prevention of maternal anti-D production after receipt of prophylactic Rh immunoglobulin could be due to antigen blocking or a central inhibition of the immune response. Prophylactic Rh immunoglobulins are usually given by intramuscular injection. Rh immunoglobulins are also used for treating idiopathic thrombocytopenia, when they are given intravenously. The primary mechanism of action for this indication is believed to be an immunological blockade of Fc receptors within the reticuloendothelial system, preventing entrapment of antibody-coated platelets with a subsequent rise in the circulating platelet count (Ware & Zimmerman, 1998). Today’s methods for obtaining Rh immunoglobulin for a therapeutic hyperimmunoglobulin preparation follow Wiener’s original 1943 procedures for obtaining anti-Rh antibodies for diagnostic purposes. In his search, Wiener found the most convenient source of anti-Rh sera were people already sensitized by pregnancy or transfusion. During World War II, Wiener prepared anti-Rh serum for the armed forces by injecting small Rh-positive red cells into people who were already sensitized and could induce a very strong anamnestic response. The best source of anti-Rh serum came from male Rh-negative volunteers immunized with a small dose of Rh-positive red cells. At least two injections, 4 months apart, for the production of specific high-titre anti-Rh antibodies were required (Wiener 1969) http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1046/j.1365-2141.2003.04295.x/full#ss4.  http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1046/j.1365-2141.2003.04295.x/full  https://archive.is/avONc 

The Basque people of Spain have an unusually high percentage of Rh Negative blood, DNA tests have confirmed a link between the Irish and the Basques, Ireland and Scotland also have a high percentage of people with Rh negative blood,

The Rhesus Factor and Disease Prevention https://qmro.qmul.ac.uk/xmlui/bitstream/handle/123456789/2748/TANSEYRhesusFactor2004FINAL.pdf?sequence=2

Purple, Prince, Riddled Royals & Chemtrails https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/04/21/prince-dead/

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According to this webpage archive the following supposedly all have RH negative blood- Liam & Noel Gallgher, Ozzy Osbourne, Fidel Castro, Kurt Cobaine, Janis Joplin, Marilyn Monroe 

The following is according to their facebook page

Mar. 18, 1985 The regal donor of the precious stuff was Prince Charles, 36, who has become the first member of the royal family ever to give blood, in his case, O Rh-negative. http://content.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,963393,00.html https://archive.is/zV5Pa

Genes on the Y Chromosome

Every human has 23 pairs of chromosomes – organized packets of genetic information (DNA) which code for all the necessary amino acids to create a human being. The twenty-third set of chromosomes determine the gender of a person: two X chromosomes create a female, and an X paired with a Y creates a male.

The Y chromosome is much smaller than a typical X chromosome, and contains somewhere between 70-200 genes (the entire human genome comprises approximately 20,000-25,000 genes). Some important genes on the Y chromosome include:

SRY: The SRY (Sex Determining Y Region) gene determines gender. This gene will bind to other DNA in the cell, distorting it out of shape. This single gene creates the male phenotype. In a very rare genetic event, the gene sometimes gets translocated onto an X chromosome. When this happens, the child carries a genome that should be female (46, XX), but develops as a male. Adult men with a 46, XX karyotype and a translocated SRY gene are often identified due to infertility or hypogonadism (underdeveloped testes).

SHOX: The SHOX gene (Short Stature Homeobox) is located on the X and the Y chromosome. This gene is responsible for skeletal growth. While many genes are located only on the X chromosome, this gene is present in both the X and the Y chromosome, so that each gender receives two functional copies of the gene.

USP9Y: This gene (ubiquitin specific peptidase 9, Y-linked) is found on the Y chromosome, and is only present in males. This gene is involved in the production of healthy sperm, and infertile males sometimes have a mutation in this gene.

The Y chromosome is not necessary for the male phenotype. The SRY gene is required, however, and it is almost always located on the Y chromosome. In a few rare cases, the SRY gene has been translocated (moved) to the X chromosome by accident. In these cases, the genotype is 46, XX – this would normally indicate a female genotype. In the rare case of translocation of the SRY gene, however, a man can be 46, XX: these men are often fully masculinized, but are infertile. This is sometimes called the “XX Male Syndrome.”

There are also reports of men who have a 46, XX genotype without the SRY gene. The causes of this rare occurrence have not been completely investigated. Like the men with the translocated SRY gene, these men are infertile. 

Facts of Life — Gender Determination

Y Chromosome Disorders Klinefelter Syndrome  XYY Syndrome  Turner Syndrome

Irish and British DNA : a comparison

British and Irish DNA suggests that people on the two islands have much genetically in common. Males in both islands have a strong predominance of Haplogroup 1 gene, meaning that most of us in the British Isles are descended from the same Spanish stone age settlers.

The main difference is the degree to which later migrations of people to the islands affected the population’s DNA. Parts of Ireland (most notably the western seaboard) have been almost untouched by outside genetic influence since hunter-gatherer times. Men there with traditional Irish surnames have the highest incidence of the Haplogroup 1 gene – over 99%.

At the same time London, for example, has been a mutli-ethnic city for hundreds of years. Furthermore, England has seen more arrivals of new people from Europe – Anglo-Saxons and Normans – than Ireland.

Therefore while the earliest English ancestors were very similar in DNA and culture to the tribes of Ireland, later arrivals to England have created more diversity between the two groups.

Irish and Scottish people share very similar DNA. The obvious similarities of culture, pale skin, tendancy to red hair have historically been prescribed to the two people’s sharing a common celtic ancestry. Actually it now seems much more likely that the similarity results from the movement of people from the north of Ireland into Scotland in the centuries 400 – 800 AD. At this time the kingdom of Dalriada, based near Ballymoney in County Antrim extended far into Scotland. The Irish invaders brought Gaelic language and culture, and they also brought their genes.

Irish Characteristics and DNA  The MC1R gene has been identified by researchers as the gene responsible for red hair as well as the accompanying fair skin and tendency towards freckles. According to recent research, genes for red hair first appeared in human beings about 40,000 to 50,000 years ago. 

These genes were then brought to the British Isles by the original settlers, men and women who would have been relatively tall, with little body fat, athletic, fair-skinned and who would have had red hair. So red-heads may well be descended from the earliest ancestors of the Irish and British.

  A spoof (and very funny) exploration into the characteristics of all Irish-blooded males can be read at this link: www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/weekend. Identified genes include IMG or the Irish Mother Gene and the GK (MF) S Gene Kelly-Michael-Flately-Syndrome which explains the inability of the Irish man to move his hips while dancing!

Irish origin myths confirmed by modern scientific evidence One of the oldest texts composed in Ireland is the Leabhar Gabhla, the Book of Invasions. It tells a semi-mythical history of the waves of people who settled in Ireland in earliest time. It says the first settlers to arrive in Ireland were a small dark race called the Fir Bolg, followed by a magical super-race called the Tuatha de Danaan (the people of the goddess Dana).

Most interestingly, the book says that the group which then came to Ireland and fully established itself as rulers of the island were the Milesians – the sons of Mil, the soldier from Spain. Modern DNA research has actually confirmed that the Irish are close genetic relatives of the people of northern Spain.

While it might seem strange that Ireland was populated from Spain rather than Britain or France, it is worth remembering that in ancient times the sea was one of the fastest and easiest ways to travel. When the land was covered in thick forest, coastal settlements were common and people travlleled around the seaboard of Europe quite freely.

Medieval map of Ireland, showing Irish tribes.

But where did the early Irish come from? For a long time the myth of Irish history has been that the Irish are Celts. Many people still refer to Irish, Scottish and Welsh as Celtic culture – and the assumtion has been that they were Celts who migrated from central Europe around 500BCE. Keltoi was the name given by the Ancient Greeks to a ‘barbaric’ (in their eyes) people who lived to the north of them in central Europe. While early Irish art shows some similarities of style to central European art of the Keltoi, historians have also recognised many significant differences between the two cultures.

The latest research into Irish DNA has confirmed that the early inhabitants of Ireland were not directly descended from the Keltoi of central Europe. In fact the closest genetic relatives of the Irish in Europe are to be found in the north of Spain in the region known as the Basque Country. These same ancestors are shared to an extent with the people of Britain – especially the Scottish.

DNA testing through the male Y chromosome has shown that Irish males have the highest incidence of the haplogroup 1 gene in Europe. While other parts of Europe have integrated contiuous waves of new settlers from Asia, Ireland’s remote geographical position has meant that the Irish gene-pool has been less susceptible to change. The same genes have been passed down from parents to children for thousands of years.

This is mirrored in genetic studies which have compared DNA analysis with Irish surnames. Many surnames in Irish are Gaelic surnames, suggesting that the holder of the surname is a descendant of people who lived in Ireland long before the English conquests of the Middle Ages. Men with Gaelic surnames, showed the highest incidences of Haplogroup 1 (or Rb1) gene. This means that those Irish whose ancestors pre-date English conquest of the island are direct descendants of early stone age settlers who migrated from Spain.

  https://owlcation.com/stem/The-Y-Chromosome-Ancestry-Genetics-and-the-Making-of-a-Man  https://archive.is/dp1Cm

http://www.sott.net/article/263587-DNA-shows-Irish-people-have-more-complex-origins-than-previously-thought    https://archive.is/Cc74k

http://stevenmcollins.com/WordPress/dna-of-pharaohs-and-europeans-trace-an-israelite-ancestry/    https://archive.is/FfonD

KING TUT’S DNA ~ WESTERN EUROPEAN

Haplogroups are assigned letters of the alphabet, and refinements consist of additional number and letter combinations, for example R1b or R1b1. Y-chromosome and mitochondrial DNA haplogroups have different haplogroup designations. In essence, haplogroups give an inisight into ancestral origins dating back thousands of years.

By entering all the STR data inadvertently shown on the Discovery video, a 99.6 percent fit with the R1b haplogroup is revealed.

The significance is, of course, that R1b is the most common Y-chromosome haplogroup in Europe reaching its highest concentrations in Ireland, Scotland, western England and the European Atlantic seaboard — in other words, European through and through. http://www.eutimes.net/2010/06/king-tuts-dna-is-western-european/     https://archive.is/yX4Ex

We’ve got the same mummy! Up to 70% of British men are ‘related’ to the Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamun  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2022313/Up-70-British-men-related-Egyptian-Pharaoh-Tutankhamun.html   https://archive.is/kborD

MORE BRITISH ROYAL FAMILY 

God Damn Numbers: Scotland & the number 22       https://spidercatweb.blog/2015/12/28/god-damn-numbers/

Paedos Satanism & Murder https://spidercatweb.blog/2015/12/24/satanic-paedophile-practices-of-british-royal-family/

Satanic Paedo Royals https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/05/06/satanic-paedo-royal/

Satanic royals https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/04/03/satanic-royals/

CHATEAU DES AMEROIS ROYAL SATANIC RITUALS, DUTROUX & PAEDO https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/02/29/bastards/

JOINING DOTS  https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/08/28/royalpaedo-dot2dot/

SINITTA, ROYAL FAMILY & THE US PRESIDENTS

What The Royal Family Don’t Want You To See

The Knatchbull Family

QVS Dunblane: Military school investigated by police amid claims of paedo ring

QVS, Dunblane, VIPaedo, Cover-Up

Duke of Westminster: Knight, royals, prostitutes, fraud & a smoking aeroplane 

PART 1 https://youtu.be/Musm9tapqVs

PART 2  https://youtu.be/e9Q-5tcmGv4

SOURCES ETC

http://www.englishmonarchs.co.uk/hanover_15.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria

http://englishmonarchs.co.uk/haemophilia.html

http://www.theroyalforums.com/forums/f96/porphyria-in-european-royalty-33278.html

http://truthseeker444.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/the-declaration-of-arbroath-and-rh.html   https://archive.is/e38LL

Rh Negative Blood Traits & Characteristics  https://youtu.be/qbdueayPmzk   

RH Neg ELECTRICAL?  https://youtu.be/iGjtrkYWGUY

  The Rh Factor And Blood Transfusion: Observations On A Group Of Rh-Negative Individuals Transfused With Rh-Positive Blood (pp. 916-918)

BLOODY ROYALS & THE X FACTOR Following are quotes from "Royal purple redirects here. For other uses, see Royal Purple (disambiguation)

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Following are quotes from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrian_purple

“Royal purple redirects here. For other uses, see Royal Purple (disambiguation).

  Tyrian purple (Greek, πορφύρα, porphyra, Latin: purpura), also known as Tyrian red, ROYAL PURPLE, imperial purple or imperial dye, is a bromine-containing reddish-purplenatural dye. It is a secretion produced by several species of predatory sea snails in the family Muricidae, rock snails originally known by the name Murex. In ancient times, extracting this dye involved tens of thousands of snails and substantial labor, and as a result, the dye was highly valued.

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyre,_Lebanon

Lilith, Owls, Tyre, The Stone of Destiny & Queen Elizabeth https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/03/19/lilith/  

Queen Elizabeth, The Daughter of TYRE?? https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/01/27/queen-elizabeth-the-daughter-of-tyre/

ROYAL HAEMOPILIACS 

Frederick of Hesse

Waldemar of Prussia

Henry of Prussia

Rupert Alexander George of Teck, Viscount Trematon

Alexi Tsarevitch

Prince Leopold

Leopold Mountbatten

Maurice, Prince of Battenberg 

Alfonso, Prince of the Asturias

Infante Gonzalo of Spain

ROYALS & PORPHORIA

A STRONG stomach is needed if you are going to look at some IMAGES OF PEOPLE WITH PORPHORYA

King George III 

Mary, Queen of Scots

James V of Scotland

James I and VI

Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales

Prince William of Gloucester, who died in a plane crash in 1972.  He was the eldest son of Prince Henry, Duke of Gloucester (son of George V). diagnosed with porphyria. Don’t know type or extent of his symptoms.

Grandson of George V; for the grandson of George II who was also known as Prince William of Gloucester, see Prince William Henry, Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh for the son of Anne, Queen of Great Britain see Prince William, Duke of Gloucester

According to http://www.sussex.ac.uk/press_office…/article1.html  “There is a one-in-two chance of any member of the Royal family with the faulty gene passing it on to each offspring. Of that number, around 10% will suffer symptoms.”

Spanish Habsburg line

Princess Charlotte of Prussia

Princess Feodora of Saxe-Meiningen

Maria I of Portugal

Vlad III

King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon

Daniel 4, the madness of Nebuchadnezzar (4th chapter of the Bible‘s Book of Daniel) tells how King Nebuchadnezzar learns the lesson of God’s sovereignty, “who is able to bring low those who walk in pride.” Nebuchadnezzar dreams of a great tree that shelters the whole world, but in his dream an angelic “watcher” appears and decrees that the tree must be cut down and that for seven years he, Nebuchadnezzar, will have his human mind taken away and will eat grass like an ox. This comes to pass, and at the end of his punishment Nebuchadnezzar praises God. (Daniel‘s role is to interpret the dream for the king).[1]

The message of Nebuchadnezzar’s madness is that all earthly power, including that of kings, is subordinate to the power of God.[2] It forms a contrasting pair with chapter 5: Nebuchadnezzar learns that God alone controls the world and is restored to his kingdom, while Belshazzar fails to learn from Nebuchadnezzar’s example and has his kingdom taken from him and given to the Medes and Persians.[3]    wiki

Nebuchadnezzar & porphoria 

“Aside from boanthropy, other explanations for his behaviour include porphyria (a group of enzyme disorders that manifest with neurological symptoms including hallucinations, depression, anxiety and paranoia) or general paresis or paralytic dementia caused by syphilis.

The porphyrias are a group of rare inherited or acquired disorders of certain enzymes that normally participate in the production of porphyrins and haem. They manifest with either neurological complications or skin problems, or occasionally both.

The metamorphosis of humans into animals is known as therianthropy, the best known form of which is lycanthropy — transformation into a wolf or werewolf. The term “cynanthropy” dates back to ancient Greece and is applied to shapeshifters who alternate between human and dog form. A therianthrope, however, is a being that is part human, part animal.   http://www.pharmaceutical-journal.com/opinion/blogs/nebuchadnezzar-and-boanthropy/11123165.blog

The European royal lines have always been prone to the odd loss-of-function mutation. An unlucky mutation in Queen Victoria’s Factor IX gene caused a nasty case X-linked Haemophilia B in her male descendants (a mutation that was only mapped in 2009 by sequencing the bones of the murdered Romanov branch).

More systemic genetic problems have been the result of heavy inbreeding; Charles II of Spain, with his distressingly bushy family tree (left), suffered from severe Habsburg jaw, along with a host of other genetic complaints. http://genomesunzipped.org/2011/04/inbreeding-genetic-disease-and-the-royal-wedding.php

PRINCE CHARLES RELATED TO DRACULA http://www.express.co.uk/news/royal/786300/Prince-Charles-Romania-royal-tour-Bucharest-Dracula

http://www.englishmonarchs.co.uk/scottish_kings.htm

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shades_of_purple#Royal_purple:_17th_century

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shades_of_purple#Tyrian_purple:_Classical_antiquity

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyrian_purple

BLUE BLOOD   

Royal blue “The Phoenicians also made an indigo dye, sometimes referred to as royal blue or hyacinth purple, which was made from a closely related species of marine snail.[18]“

“The colour-fast (non-fading) dye was an item of luxury trade, prized by Romans, who used it to colour ceremonial robes.”

Hemolymph, or haemolymph, is a fluid, analogous to the blood in vertebrates, that circulates in the interior of the arthropod body remaining in direct contact with the animal’s tissues. It is composed of a fluid plasma in which hemolymph cells called hemocytes are suspended. In addition to hemocytes, the plasma also contains many chemicals. It is the major tissue type of the open circulatory system characteristic of arthropods (e.g. arachnids, crustaceans and insects).[1][2] In addition, some non-arthropods such as molluscs possess a hemolymphatic circulatory system. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemolymph

Nobility https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobility

Rhesus Factor – RH Negative https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rh_blood_group_system

Blue Baby https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemolytic_disease_of_the_newborn

The Rh factor was discovered by Landsteiner and Alexander Wiener in 1940  Before the prophylactic use of Rh immunoglobulins (anti-D globulin) was introduced, maternal anti-D antibodies frequently caused fetal brain damage, as a result of the increased levels of bilirubin (Kern icterus), and death. The mechanism underlying the prevention of maternal anti-D production after receipt of prophylactic Rh immunoglobulin could be due to antigen blocking or a central inhibition of the immune response. Prophylactic Rh immunoglobulins are usually given by intramuscular injection. Rh immunoglobulins are also used for treating idiopathic thrombocytopenia, when they are given intravenously. The primary mechanism of action for this indication is believed to be an immunological blockade of Fc receptors within the reticuloendothelial system, preventing entrapment of antibody-coated platelets with a subsequent rise in the circulating platelet count (Ware & Zimmerman, 1998). Today’s methods for obtaining Rh immunoglobulin for a therapeutic hyperimmunoglobulin preparation follow Wiener’s original 1943 procedures for obtaining anti-Rh antibodies for diagnostic purposes. In his search, Wiener found the most convenient source of anti-Rh sera were people already sensitized by pregnancy or transfusion. During World War II, Wiener prepared anti-Rh serum for the armed forces by injecting small Rh-positive red cells into people who were already sensitized and could induce a very strong anamnestic response. The best source of anti-Rh serum came from male Rh-negative volunteers immunized with a small dose of Rh-positive red cells. At least two injections, 4 months apart, for the production of specific high-titre anti-Rh antibodies were required (Wiener 1969) http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1046/j.1365-2141.2003.04295.x/full#ss4.  http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1046/j.1365-2141.2003.04295.x/full  https://archive.is/avONc 

The Basque people of Spain have an unusually high percentage of Rh Negative blood, DNA tests have confirmed a link between the Irish and the Basques, Ireland and Scotland also have a high percentage of people with Rh negative blood,

The Rhesus Factor and Disease Prevention https://qmro.qmul.ac.uk/xmlui/bitstream/handle/123456789/2748/TANSEYRhesusFactor2004FINAL.pdf?sequence=2

Purple, Prince, Riddled Royals & Chemtrails https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/04/21/prince-dead/

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According to this webpage archive the following supposedly all have RH negative blood- Liam & Noel Gallgher, Ozzy Osbourne, Fidel Castro, Kurt Cobaine, Janis Joplin, Marilyn Monroe 

The following is according to their facebook page

Mar. 18, 1985 The regal donor of the precious stuff was Prince Charles, 36, who has become the first member of the royal family ever to give blood, in his case, O Rh-negative. http://content.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,963393,00.html https://archive.is/zV5Pa

Genes on the Y Chromosome

Every human has 23 pairs of chromosomes – organized packets of genetic information (DNA) which code for all the necessary amino acids to create a human being. The twenty-third set of chromosomes determine the gender of a person: two X chromosomes create a female, and an X paired with a Y creates a male.

The Y chromosome is much smaller than a typical X chromosome, and contains somewhere between 70-200 genes (the entire human genome comprises approximately 20,000-25,000 genes). Some important genes on the Y chromosome include:

SRY: The SRY (Sex Determining Y Region) gene determines gender. This gene will bind to other DNA in the cell, distorting it out of shape. This single gene creates the male phenotype. In a very rare genetic event, the gene sometimes gets translocated onto an X chromosome. When this happens, the child carries a genome that should be female (46, XX), but develops as a male. Adult men with a 46, XX karyotype and a translocated SRY gene are often identified due to infertility or hypogonadism (underdeveloped testes).

SHOX: The SHOX gene (Short Stature Homeobox) is located on the X and the Y chromosome. This gene is responsible for skeletal growth. While many genes are located only on the X chromosome, this gene is present in both the X and the Y chromosome, so that each gender receives two functional copies of the gene.

USP9Y: This gene (ubiquitin specific peptidase 9, Y-linked) is found on the Y chromosome, and is only present in males. This gene is involved in the production of healthy sperm, and infertile males sometimes have a mutation in this gene.

The Y chromosome is not necessary for the male phenotype. The SRY gene is required, however, and it is almost always located on the Y chromosome. In a few rare cases, the SRY gene has been translocated (moved) to the X chromosome by accident. In these cases, the genotype is 46, XX – this would normally indicate a female genotype. In the rare case of translocation of the SRY gene, however, a man can be 46, XX: these men are often fully masculinized, but are infertile. This is sometimes called the “XX Male Syndrome.”

There are also reports of men who have a 46, XX genotype without the SRY gene. The causes of this rare occurrence have not been completely investigated. Like the men with the translocated SRY gene, these men are infertile. 

Facts of Life — Gender Determination

Y Chromosome Disorders Klinefelter Syndrome  XYY Syndrome  Turner Syndrome

Irish and British DNA : a comparison

British and Irish DNA suggests that people on the two islands have much genetically in common. Males in both islands have a strong predominance of Haplogroup 1 gene, meaning that most of us in the British Isles are descended from the same Spanish stone age settlers.

The main difference is the degree to which later migrations of people to the islands affected the population’s DNA. Parts of Ireland (most notably the western seaboard) have been almost untouched by outside genetic influence since hunter-gatherer times. Men there with traditional Irish surnames have the highest incidence of the Haplogroup 1 gene – over 99%.

At the same time London, for example, has been a mutli-ethnic city for hundreds of years. Furthermore, England has seen more arrivals of new people from Europe – Anglo-Saxons and Normans – than Ireland.

Therefore while the earliest English ancestors were very similar in DNA and culture to the tribes of Ireland, later arrivals to England have created more diversity between the two groups.

Irish and Scottish people share very similar DNA. The obvious similarities of culture, pale skin, tendancy to red hair have historically been prescribed to the two people’s sharing a common celtic ancestry. Actually it now seems much more likely that the similarity results from the movement of people from the north of Ireland into Scotland in the centuries 400 – 800 AD. At this time the kingdom of Dalriada, based near Ballymoney in County Antrim extended far into Scotland. The Irish invaders brought Gaelic language and culture, and they also brought their genes.

Irish Characteristics and DNA  The MC1R gene has been identified by researchers as the gene responsible for red hair as well as the accompanying fair skin and tendency towards freckles. According to recent research, genes for red hair first appeared in human beings about 40,000 to 50,000 years ago. 

These genes were then brought to the British Isles by the original settlers, men and women who would have been relatively tall, with little body fat, athletic, fair-skinned and who would have had red hair. So red-heads may well be descended from the earliest ancestors of the Irish and British.

  A spoof (and very funny) exploration into the characteristics of all Irish-blooded males can be read at this link: www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/weekend. Identified genes include IMG or the Irish Mother Gene and the GK (MF) S Gene Kelly-Michael-Flately-Syndrome which explains the inability of the Irish man to move his hips while dancing!

Irish origin myths confirmed by modern scientific evidence One of the oldest texts composed in Ireland is the Leabhar Gabhla, the Book of Invasions. It tells a semi-mythical history of the waves of people who settled in Ireland in earliest time. It says the first settlers to arrive in Ireland were a small dark race called the Fir Bolg, followed by a magical super-race called the Tuatha de Danaan (the people of the goddess Dana).

Most interestingly, the book says that the group which then came to Ireland and fully established itself as rulers of the island were the Milesians – the sons of Mil, the soldier from Spain. Modern DNA research has actually confirmed that the Irish are close genetic relatives of the people of northern Spain.

While it might seem strange that Ireland was populated from Spain rather than Britain or France, it is worth remembering that in ancient times the sea was one of the fastest and easiest ways to travel. When the land was covered in thick forest, coastal settlements were common and people travlleled around the seaboard of Europe quite freely.

Medieval map of Ireland, showing Irish tribes.

But where did the early Irish come from? For a long time the myth of Irish history has been that the Irish are Celts. Many people still refer to Irish, Scottish and Welsh as Celtic culture – and the assumtion has been that they were Celts who migrated from central Europe around 500BCE. Keltoi was the name given by the Ancient Greeks to a ‘barbaric’ (in their eyes) people who lived to the north of them in central Europe. While early Irish art shows some similarities of style to central European art of the Keltoi, historians have also recognised many significant differences between the two cultures.

The latest research into Irish DNA has confirmed that the early inhabitants of Ireland were not directly descended from the Keltoi of central Europe. In fact the closest genetic relatives of the Irish in Europe are to be found in the north of Spain in the region known as the Basque Country. These same ancestors are shared to an extent with the people of Britain – especially the Scottish.

DNA testing through the male Y chromosome has shown that Irish males have the highest incidence of the haplogroup 1 gene in Europe. While other parts of Europe have integrated contiuous waves of new settlers from Asia, Ireland’s remote geographical position has meant that the Irish gene-pool has been less susceptible to change. The same genes have been passed down from parents to children for thousands of years.

This is mirrored in genetic studies which have compared DNA analysis with Irish surnames. Many surnames in Irish are Gaelic surnames, suggesting that the holder of the surname is a descendant of people who lived in Ireland long before the English conquests of the Middle Ages. Men with Gaelic surnames, showed the highest incidences of Haplogroup 1 (or Rb1) gene. This means that those Irish whose ancestors pre-date English conquest of the island are direct descendants of early stone age settlers who migrated from Spain.

  https://owlcation.com/stem/The-Y-Chromosome-Ancestry-Genetics-and-the-Making-of-a-Man  https://archive.is/dp1Cm

http://www.sott.net/article/263587-DNA-shows-Irish-people-have-more-complex-origins-than-previously-thought    https://archive.is/Cc74k

http://stevenmcollins.com/WordPress/dna-of-pharaohs-and-europeans-trace-an-israelite-ancestry/    https://archive.is/FfonD

KING TUT’S DNA ~ WESTERN EUROPEAN

Haplogroups are assigned letters of the alphabet, and refinements consist of additional number and letter combinations, for example R1b or R1b1. Y-chromosome and mitochondrial DNA haplogroups have different haplogroup designations. In essence, haplogroups give an inisight into ancestral origins dating back thousands of years.

By entering all the STR data inadvertently shown on the Discovery video, a 99.6 percent fit with the R1b haplogroup is revealed.

The significance is, of course, that R1b is the most common Y-chromosome haplogroup in Europe reaching its highest concentrations in Ireland, Scotland, western England and the European Atlantic seaboard — in other words, European through and through. http://www.eutimes.net/2010/06/king-tuts-dna-is-western-european/     https://archive.is/yX4Ex

We’ve got the same mummy! Up to 70% of British men are ‘related’ to the Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamun  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2022313/Up-70-British-men-related-Egyptian-Pharaoh-Tutankhamun.html   https://archive.is/kborD

MORE BRITISH ROYAL FAMILY 

  God Damn Numbers: Scotland & the number 22       https://spidercatweb.blog/2015/12/28/god-damn-numbers/

Paedos Satanism & Murder https://spidercatweb.blog/2015/12/24/satanic-paedophile-practices-of-british-royal-family/

Satanic Paedo Royals https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/05/06/satanic-paedo-royal/

Satanic royals https://spidercatweb.blog/2017/04/03/satanic-royals/

CHATEAU DES AMEROIS ROYAL SATANIC RITUALS, DUTROUX & PAEDO https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/02/29/bastards/

JOINING DOTS  https://spidercatweb.blog/2016/08/28/royalpaedo-dot2dot/

SINITTA, ROYAL FAMILY & THE US PRESIDENTS

What The Royal Family Don’t Want You To See

The Knatchbull Family

QVS Dunblane: Military school investigated by police amid claims of paedo ring

QVS, Dunblane, VIPaedo, Cover-Up

Duke of Westminster: Knight, royals, prostitutes, fraud & a smoking aeroplane 

PART 1 https://youtu.be/Musm9tapqVs

PART 2  https://youtu.be/e9Q-5tcmGv4

SOURCES ETC

http://www.englishmonarchs.co.uk/hanover_15.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria

http://englishmonarchs.co.uk/haemophilia.html

http://www.theroyalforums.com/forums/f96/porphyria-in-european-royalty-33278.html

http://truthseeker444.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/the-declaration-of-arbroath-and-rh.html   https://archive.is/e38LL

Rh Negative Blood Traits & Characteristics  https://youtu.be/qbdueayPmzk   

RH Neg ELECTRICAL?  https://youtu.be/iGjtrkYWGUY

  The Rh Factor And Blood Transfusion: Observations On A Group Of Rh-Negative Individuals Transfused With Rh-Positive Blood (pp. 916-918)

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