I've refered to the path of Occult Knowlage as a journey of the self. Especially when dealing with Vampires. The forum brought up a good point, why all the secrecy? Tradition, for one. The fact that not everyone is "out of the coffin".
Vampire Hunters still exist, and don't care if you are of the Strigoii (living) variety. They might harass you or your family, perhaps kill you.
Usually that can be handled by informing your local authorities about the situation. As far as I know, in the US, Harassment, and threats are still illegal. You need not tell the police that you are a vampire (unless you like trips to the local looney bin).
Another reason for the secrecy, the search for knowlage is a lifelong process. The path of Vampirism is not for everyone. It is a serious choice and needs time for consideration. So many people (for whatever reason) have just popped up and said "I'm a vampire, look at me!" for attention, to rebel, to piss off mom and dad or whatever. Those who turn to Vampirism to do such are not true vampires. It's a trend, in a few months they move on to something else.
If one is serious, they will spend the time looking up the information, disecting it, finding what they do agree and disagree with (and being able to explain why). Those of us who remember life before the Internet, remember long hours in libraries, Coffeeshops, Occult shops, ect to find something close to an answer.
It was always a double edged sword. More than likely the information came from someone else who knew little info, or had an adjenda to push. Now with the internet, if you have the time a paitence to look around, you can find so much.
When I was able to get access to the internet, a new world opened up to me. Back in 1996, there was little reliable information available on our kind. You had to spend hours looking at sites that claimed to have knowlage and knew nothing. The Sanguinarium was not what it is now, neither was The Coven Organization. Now there is a wealth of info out there, if only people would take the time and look. You are not going to find the truth in one place, on one website. You have to find it, and decide on your own what the truth is. That is my secret.
The truth is out there..........
(* this is a Peter Gabriel song, Slow and mellow. For some reason, this is where my mind is right now. In a somewhat sad and lonely place.)
looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real
all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head
she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam
lets take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes
nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day
there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms
pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word
confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he's the doctor
he can handle the shocks
dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips
dreaming of mercy st.
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy st.
'swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy's arms
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea
Around here, everything magick related goes into high gear. I have birthday parties to plan, along with concerts, and at least one Ritual to perform. I always pay my respects to a dear friend and ask her to return for 24hrs to join in the festivities. Seems to work every year.
It also reminds me to get to work on my Book Of Shadows. I've been ignoring it lately. I have a lot more to add. As I learn new things, I ad more. Now Konstantinos has a new book out, time to disect that one.
But to get around to it, I've got a list of decent books to read, for information. Since I tend to get e-mails asking me what to look for. Go to the bookstore and look in the New Age/ Occult section for starters, read a little and find what appeals to you. No book is going to have all the answers, and you have to find what works for you.
anything by Konstantinos
Solitary Magick by Silver Ravenwolf
Embracing The Moon by Yasmine Galenorn
The Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells: The Ultimate Reference Book for the Magical Arts
The Element Encyclopedia of Witchcraft: The Complete A-Z for the Entire Magical World both by Judika Illes
Vampire: The Complete Guide to the World of the Undead by Manuela Dunn-Mascetti
The Science of Vampires by Katherine Ramsland
I just realized how much shit I have lined up. 2 weeks, and I'm on vacation.
Friday- Angel's Party
Saturday- Raziel's B-day party
Sunday- Howl-O-Scream w/ friends
Monday-Halloween at Drum Circle
Tuesday- The Cruxshadows play in NN
Wed, Thurs? SLEEP more than likely
I'm going to need a vacation after my vacation!
Pub was closed again for the last few nights. No idea why. I went by on thursday and friday and no lights, no hours taped up on the door, nothing. What the fuck? I don't think anyone got arrested there, or problems with the liquor licence (sp?). One bartender was pregnant, she might have had the baby, who knows.
The area I live in is just now dealing with the fact that homelessness is being brought to their attention through the local newspaper. That and the fact that the county can take care of Illegal immigrants, but not american citizens who are homeless. For the most part county and city leaders just hope and wait for the problem to go elsewhere.
A lady who was renting a home in the area tried to help the local homeless (most of the homeless out here have jobs, but cannot afford the outrageous rents charged in the area).The city did everything it could to run her out, but in the process it made the people in the area start looking at the problem.
The Local Police have been dumping the homeless in a nearby city with more resources.
Tons of new homes are built every year that sell for near $400,00 (and that's on the cheap side). The economy thrives on Tourism (which is low paying, seasonal jobs with no bennifits), anyone with a college education moves away to better paying jobs(becuase there are not many jobs for college grads here). All that's left are ritch retirees and Poor service workers.
People are starting to take notice and various community groups are being formed to demand that some low cost housing be built. We're also trying to get the message across that well done low cost housing does not have to become gehttos or trailer parks. It has been done before in other states, time for it here.
Those who know me, you know how much I have missed eating some poppers and drinking some good old hard cider and Guiness.
For those of you who don't know me, I must explain. The Pub is a place that is wide open, and just about the only goth/ punk friendly place where I live. Hard cider flows, and your likely to be greeted at the door by a guy with a mohawk and a food not bombs t-shirt.
Last summer a movie was being filmed where I live, It's called "The New World" and should be out in the US by Christmas. It stars Colin Farrell (SWAT, Phone Booth, Alexander) , Christian Bale (batman begins) and Christopher Plummer (Sound of Music), along with various Native American actors including Wes Studi. All of this was filmed within 20min from my house.
When the filming was done for the day, it wasn't unknown for half the cast to start showing up after midnight or later and get to partying with us. One night last year, my friend Jessy was there, we got into a drinking contest, I lost. As I'm sitting there shitfaced, Jessy looks across the pub at some rather scruffy looking bum who walked in, wearing a flannel shirt, T-shirt, and flannel pants (like PJs). It was Colin Farell.
Jessy says "Isn't that?..."
My response is "Nah"
She says "Your pretty drunk, are you sure?"
my reply is "I may be drunk, but I can see straight."
I finally grabbed one of the waiters, Joey (who is Irish and adorable), and asked him if Jessy was right. "Aye, ya she is". So I sent Colin one of my cards and a Guiness on me, if he'd like to come and sit with me for a while. If not, no hard feelings, no biggie.
Sure enough, he came over and sat with us for about 20 min. We bullshit about the movie and what not, I told him I was looking forward to seing Alexander. I told him that as far as I was concerned, he just happened to be a good looking Irishman who has done a few movies. I didn't want an autograph or pictures, I could tell he just wanted to chill out and drink.
Side note, you never saw the man without a Guiness in one hand and a cigarette in the other (Camel cigarettes, yuck)
All was well unitll the Groupies started in. These were the worst white trash Paris Hilton impersonators I'd ever seen. They were looking at Colin as a meal ticket or one way ticket out of town. To his credit, he never messed with any of them. One of them started with "why's he sitting with the 2 fat bitches?"
I proceed to slam down my pint, and reply "Cause the fat bitches don't want anything from him!"Colin was laughing, and tried not to show it.
Things got better when for some reason I deicted to go the bar again. Colin, surrounded by groupies looks back to see me yellling "hey everybody, MOVE!", he grabs me and pulls me up to the bar. It was at this time I noticed the sign which read
"An Irishman is the only creature in the world who will step over the bodies of a dozen naked women to get to a bottle of stout"
I elbowed Colin to ask if it were true, he replys
"if your one of the dozen, I might have to stop for a mineut"
My response is "if it only takes you a mineut, you might as well keep walking..."
The bartender, Joey had to stop the tap becuase he was laughing too hard. Colin just took it with a grain of salt and said "oh your a real fuckin comedian, aren't ya!"
Not long after that night, a story hit the local paper about various incidents that never happened at the pub. Rumors in a small town, Stories about women dancing on the bar topless (which never happened), Drug use (which I never saw), and Tax evasion (which got the place closed down and the former owner in jail for 30 days and a felony record). The former owner is now banned from the premises, and the VA Alchoholic Beverage Control (ABC) made it a rule that if he shows up the place can loose it's licence. All this after the bad press, and the ABC pulling some verry illegal shit. Hence the new owner, threatened to take them to court. The ABC gave her the licence to shut her up. There are times I fucking Hate Virginia!Backwards ass fucking hicks.
But anyways, The new place is across town, 3 times the size of the old pub. Game room, Dining area, Main bar room, and cigar lounge in the back.
THE GUINESS MUST FLOW!!!!!
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