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Observations of thr "Forums"page makr me nervous,especially when I noticean obvious lack of knowledge onthe part of those professing tobe "psi" and "sang " vampyres. Those thatroam around simply sucking up others psychic energy seems to be exactly what Dione Fortune wrote her excellent book about "Psychic Self Defense" As for the sangs, threre seems to be some pretty scarypeople out there with "natural fangs" who bite their doners and suck their blood. Are these RPG ers in their personna, or are they just going along with the flow thinking all of us are that way?

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KA0000
21:21 Feb 06 2008

I agree as I am both Psi and Sang,I always give back.I take their negitive and give them back positive.I would never take without permission,and I watch over my Doners and allow no harm to come to them if I am present,if I am not I feel when they need help and I help them.So not all of us are horrible energy sucking psychos :)

KA

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to this complexity

it stalks me

andfuels my fears

it's spector hauntsme

i can feel the pain

it overwhelms me

and kicks mewhen

i am down

When the Christian Church became dominent in the British Islands, the old pagan religious festival was replaced by Christmas. The Winter Solstice occurs on the 22-23 of December, and was celebrated with joy and festival to welcome the returnof the Son. This ancient festival of lights survives today, the gayly decorated houses, bothinside and out, lights up the night. The holly and mistletoe decorate the fireplace mantles, and the Yule log burns in the hearth. The Christmas tree, adorned with lights and colourful spakeling ornaments is the centreplace of the family livingroom.

Hail to the Holly King!

Scrooge is right. Christmas, bah, humbug! All this is a big payoff for merchants and the Post Office.A feeding frenzy for those able to purchase gifts for others. Sure, there is a religious aspect to it, but it seems the person everyone sees in the media is Santa Claus. And some are cautioned to say only "Seasons Greetings"instead of "Merry Christmas", because it is fallen out of favour with the politically correct croud. Those who observe Channukah, those who observe Christmas, those who observe Kwanza; just say what you feel in your heart.

Today was like walking through a hall of mirrors

Wherever I looked i saw myself looking at me

I looked for the way out until I looked up into the sky

And there it was, the crescent moon

I reached up and grabbed the crescent and pulled myself out and found the way out

This will be the last of the Sabbats of 2006. It was clouderhy and rained, the moon is dark and I am trying to stay sane. Dispite a change in location I am still feeling isolated, moody as ever and anxious. Most of this shit is due to fucking Saturn, Chronos sitting out there retro. Sitting in the same place it was when I was born. A Saturn return, they call it. Fucks with your life, especially if you are a Capricorn. Fuck this year!

Sometimes you read fiction like "Sunglasses AfterDark", one of my favourite, and that word is spelled "vampire". Then you will see "vampyre" more often on the net, and some more contemporary literature. This appears as simply a variation of spelling, like the word "magic"is seen spelled "magick". The former was introduced in 1904, by Aleister Crowley, to indicate the practice of ceromonial magick. The later is used to describe stage magic, nothing supernatural about it.

The variation in spelling of blood suckers indicates real Vampyres actually drink human blood. Vampires are fiction.

there is nowhere now

the doors are closed

and none is answering them

yet their merry wreathes speak

and say welcome

maybe they are afraid to answer

to open the door to one as I

dark leather and hardware in my lip and ears

eyes that glare intensly at their target

and with the hunger

maybe they can tell i am no saint

come calling to say hi

to baby jesus and leave him

some frankensence or gold dollar signs

maybe they don't see me

but a jaguar noire

I have lost a lot of my posts here due to malfuctions in the ? but it is pissing me off. There also is a picture file that represents me floating around that I did'nt load as #1 pic. Maybe if I was using a better puter and not
Too bad yesterdays post did'nt make it. One of the few that reads like this one. Most of the time I am hypomanic and describe sensations, images, blood and death.

Now I am a buzzing bug blood sucker....

The dark enfolds me and takes me into herself and breathes the life from me. I cannot feel myself anymore, all of my bloodhas been drained. There is nothing moreto do... but wait for the sun to envelope me in its flames.

The potion doesn't work anymore, my impulses begin to take over and now I am someone else. I see my hands typing, but they are not mine. My eyes see only darkness, but there is light in here.

Time, a construct? Is time relative to relativity? Is a lifetime time, or a life time? Which calender is the real one...Mayan...Gregorian...Hebrew...Lunar...Solar... Did you know that with each February 29th you get one xtra day in your life? Every four years you add one day, and in sixteen years that you are four days older. So wouldn't you celebrate your birthday four days earlier? No, this is all stupid and absurd. Why is my time 1830 and you are reading this at 1930, or 2130 and we are all here together now....cause different longitudes that's why. Idiot, don't you know to keep time you have to be somewhere, here, on Earth.

Waining mymoon drains my energy and leaves me feeling like I need a drink

Crimson life courses through my mind and every astheticly plreasing carotid makes the scent stronger

Dreams of warm emersions in sensual fluids and erotic explosions waken me

I rise prepared for feeding yet find only the dreaded solar light has made a white out of my vision

Leaving my hunger and little else

Like flashbangs the visions parade inside my skull

Optic nerves pulses with white letters inside walls of orange and red

Darkness spawned from between dawns

Like a carnival of fanged clowns and glass jars with two headed dead babys

The midway littered with the corpses of all the people from the towne

Who don't know they are dead yet

Exsanguinated fat preachers and schoolmarms

with dyed blonde hair

And little brother and baby sister there

hand in hand

Cold wind whistles and the tents flap

but theres no sound from anything living

The roustabouts and carnies vanished with the dawn

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DemianA
08:42 Dec 17 2008

Well here we are 17 DEC 08....this was the first entry into my journal. Alittle over 2 years ago....

have we now seen the judas goats betray all that many find sacred....the flush of adrenaline as my heart pumps...salivating like the wild dog i am...there is still time to die my love...sesame and patchouli oils will cover your hide

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DemianA
02:16 Dec 14 2010

14Dec11 Four years now on VR, I miss the comparatively more simple VR of the past. But I still am here.

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