Monday, April 4, 2022

Anastasia Chronicles Part 5 [Third editing, 9/4/22]

 But I might as well get back to the beginning of my story, 

Miss Inez thought; Anastasia was in trouble with her professors 

who demanded to see her prescribed work - Latin, mathematics

and everything, but the blushing girl offered them nothing and she 

received her punishment, they confiscated her beloved bag with 

writing materials and sent her off to the coldest place, adorned 

with gargoyles galore, to be locked up for her sins, she was left 

there chained to a bed and chair to suffer for her transgressions 

for months on end, but there was a wonderful Knight, 


Professor Pieter DuPlessis, filled with insight, and he came 

galloping in on his trusty steed - as Anastasia wandered the 

hospital's passages almost like haunting herself, she complained 

to him, the MOST delightful and courteous Knight you could ever 

see, a Troubadour Lord who played the violin at night, the father 

of the delightfully puckish Monica Dee - Dear Enchanting Professor 

Knight, I don't even have shoes you see, I was dragged here by 

an angry mob and now barefoot I must roam these passages,

my glasses all broken thanks to the irrational attempts of a very 


distraught Queen of Hearts to save my life from a supernatural 

entity she claimed to have espied ready to take my life - so I can't 

even see - this most Mischievous and Kind Knight who never in 

his life forsook a damsel in distress immediately took off his 

shoes for Anastasia to wander the hospital wards without her 

feet freezing off - and the next day his Delightful Queen, Titania

Queen of the Fairies commonly known by other people as Tannie

Yvonne came bringing clothes and sweets  everything Anastasia 

needed to improve in health - but this was just a short interlude 


on Ana's way to the Gargoyle Institute known as Sterkfontein 

Mental Hospital - the deluded Anastasia, already 24 years old 

at the time, was taken there in an ambulance, when she arrived 

the learned men claimed - This is a child of about 14 years - 

No, Anastasia said, I'm already 24 and a junior lecturer at 

university, but somehow the Queen of Hearts got exorcism 

into her head and tried it on me and now I enjoy the attention 

of a supernatural entity strangling me at night - Hogwash, the 

clever men said, you are ONLY 14 years old and there is NO 


Such thing as supernatural entities child; Anastasia replied: 

taught philosophy and did my BA degree with English, German 

and French -- RECITE -- the group of learned men ordered Ana 

who seemed just like an Alice, lost and confused in a Wonderland 

of her mind, and Ana addressed them in German, not as perfect as 

her German tutor wished, but quite passable - The Walrus twitched 

and ordered a German Ogre to come take note of a changeling child 

claiming to have studied although she was no older than 16 - or 14 - 

or something - and Ana sang German songs to them as they hemmed 


and they hahed - I also did my third year French at university - What 

delusions the poor child has, they sighed - so tell us something, and 

Ana greeted them and discussed le train-train journalier - the Walrus 

and the Carpenter said: We shall be here all night!  Tomorrow we 

shall find a French teacher to unmask this hoax being perpetrated 

on our good selves - and Ana was led away, feeling scared of the 

supernatural entity, a presence trying to strangle her which might 

make her commit homicide in the night so she asked to be locked 

up and away for the safety of the inhabitants of the Gargoyle 


Institute - and the kind staff gave her her wish, locked her up 

alone in a dark room, Ana blind without glasses, alone in a 

hospital room with no-one to talk to - she scratched a cross 

with her fingernails on the bedhead - when she fell asleep 

the entity tried to strangle her again and she was paralyzed - 

Did the hospital staff give her a sedative? - Ana could not 

open her mouth to shout or order the supernatural being 

away and when Ana in desperation tried to think of magic 

incantations, just pronouncing the name of Lord of the New 


Testament, NO word came, the Black Hole in her brain had 

swallowed the words and she could not pronounce any - 

much less express a single thought in her head - Ana was 

at the mercy of the strangling presence all night - so she 

informed the Queen of Hearts she was right; after that lady's 

illustrious exorcism performance there really was a super-

natural entity terrorizing her at night and the Black-Hole-

Medication took her speech away just as she needed it 

to chase the devils off, so please pray for me, Ana asked 


Her mother - did she save Ana or was she the one who 

brought the entity with her? - In any case, the learned men 

thought the Queen of Hearts was just as deluded as Ana

when this storybook dame also insisted Ana was 24 years


THEN came Professor Pieter DuPlessis and Tannie Yvonne 

and Identified me with an ID and finally the Philistines believed

and from then on Tannie Yvonne took me into her home every 

weekend, and my Dad who would later save my life when the 

medical establishment was committing homicide with pestilent 


Medicine to which I was so allergic, I had chronic left ear 

infection, could not see with or without glasses, and a hole 

as big a R1 coin had formed in my throat, and I had black-

outs even when standing at my desk, my knees buckling and 

me falling - somehow my guardian angels, of which there 


Must be a legion, as proven by my wild driving techniques without 

any accident - touch wood - a legion of guardian angels caught me 

just in time so I never got hurt - but I feel deeply offended that the 

medicos were happily extinguishing my life, my feet registering a 

chronic burning sensation, all for making me conform to the norm - 

though it did enable me to get full marks in my French 3 and French 4 

courses at the Department of Foreign Affairs, it was empty consolation, 

nobody even saw my certificate, now the mice are feasting on it  

in the old service quarters at home - [first editing, throbbing welt on left shin, 

eyes out of focus, the CharLord still sleeping, back hurting propped up in bed]

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