Nostradamus’s Revenge Wins Second Place in the Symbolic Return of Hubbard’s New King by Theresa C. Newbill
An enormous disk advances at prodigious speed and almost collides with a dwarf moon moving around the Earth. There is a distinct shock and then the vehicle starts to fall. A meteor bursts into flames while noctilucent clouds foretell of his arrival.
Two bull’s eyes, and four projecting ribs obscure the obviousness of his oval skull. Challenged by his civil status and misty ideas about his identity card; they would take photographs of his face from three angles, strip him, examine him for scars and other marks, weigh him, measure him; compiling information, assigning him a unique identity.
He walks into the Tea Room. The chains of glass balls that hang from long metal threads catch his eye. An alcora china bottle rests on the table decorated with the figure of a young Bacchus. Hallucinogenic tea becomes part of a four- hour ritual intended to connect with God.
He contemplates his new bondage and with fatalistic calm, he drinks. The evil tea snakes whip away inside the virgin martyr in terrific flurry as he experiences the first wayward tug of a human destiny.




