I do not recognize the title of Elder in the Vampire communities, nor do I automatically kowtow to anyone claiming the name, as most who do are just pompous elitist desperately seeking someone to masturbate their egos for them.
The reason behind this is that none of these subcultures are based around learning, and are more the result of people with similar conditions seeking each other out for socialization and information exchange.
Unlike with the Occult, the majority of Vampiric practices can be covered in appropriately an hour or two. They require zero study, or any real discipline. You might extend this by researching the mythology of the creatures the term was taken from, but that has little to nothing to do with the actual practice.
As for seniority.....given that most of the "Elder" Vampires I've met over the years tend to possess the mental maturity of a 4-year-old with ADHD, I find it extremely hard to dredge up so much as a smidgen of respect for them based solely on the fact that they’ve lived on this planet longer than I have, regardless of how much they prance around like self-proclaimed demiGods, demanding the adoration of their sheep-like bandwagon of brain-dead sycophants.
Forget that most of them are idiots and losers with zero life outside their on-line communities, the mere fact that they have more candles on their cake than you do demands your instant, unquestionable awe.
Seriously, the last “Elder” vampire community that I was bored enough to join actually plagiarized the Cobra Kai symbol for their group’s crest. If that wasn’t bad enough, they also just sat around bitching and whining about those in their little subculture who embrace the vampire stereotype, only to turn right around and do the very things they claim to disdain in others.
Hypocrisy is one of the few consistencies that ties the various metaphysical communities together, and no other subculture embraces it as wholly as the Vampires.
- Melisandre Pandemónium
- "The whip hurts, but I measure power by my ability to withstand it...not in your strength in using it."
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Praise Satan!
It has been my experience that those who speak the loudest about how evil and dark they are, always tend to be the first ones to break down whining anytime another person so much as looks at them the wrong way.
Why is it that these Left-handed, Dark Witches and Vampires are always so damned ignorant regarding the ultra-malefic paths they claim to follow? Satan, Lilith, Baal, Set....they throw these names around in some sad attempt to gain metaphysical street-cred, like an aging ex-groupie listing the number of one-hit-wonders she used to blow in her youth, and yet none of them seem to actually have a coherent grasp on either the history or mythology surrounding these entities.
These are the types of people who babble on endlessly about their dagger collections and how much they love to drink blood. They invoke Lilith for love and lust spells, call on Satan as if he's their best buddy and list the Necronomicon and White Wolf role-playing books as part of their reference sources.
It would amuse me endlessly to witness them actually face the "Dark Gods" they claim to call upon.
And yes, I am not so much of a hypocrite that I don't realize that I too tend to wear my own super-uber-bitchiness on my sleeve, but come on, at least mine is tongue-in-cheek. I know how it all comes off, and I’m able to laugh at it.
Then again, I don’t take anything seriously, especially myself.
Why is it that these Left-handed, Dark Witches and Vampires are always so damned ignorant regarding the ultra-malefic paths they claim to follow? Satan, Lilith, Baal, Set....they throw these names around in some sad attempt to gain metaphysical street-cred, like an aging ex-groupie listing the number of one-hit-wonders she used to blow in her youth, and yet none of them seem to actually have a coherent grasp on either the history or mythology surrounding these entities.
These are the types of people who babble on endlessly about their dagger collections and how much they love to drink blood. They invoke Lilith for love and lust spells, call on Satan as if he's their best buddy and list the Necronomicon and White Wolf role-playing books as part of their reference sources.
It would amuse me endlessly to witness them actually face the "Dark Gods" they claim to call upon.
And yes, I am not so much of a hypocrite that I don't realize that I too tend to wear my own super-uber-bitchiness on my sleeve, but come on, at least mine is tongue-in-cheek. I know how it all comes off, and I’m able to laugh at it.
Then again, I don’t take anything seriously, especially myself.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
To Thrall or Not to Thrall:
Last year was a rather interesting time for me. I underwent some significant physical trauma which caused extensive damage to me both mentally and spiritually.
The event itself isn’t important, as in the end, I was kinda asking for it, only that afterwards I couldn’t handle my shit and began self-destructing hardcore.
I required energy, more than I ever had before, in order to heal myself. My preferred source is through sexual contact, but due to 8 months of forced abstinence last year, I was unable to feed, and was completely depleted.
Now I have taken demi-Thralls in the past whenever I was feeling too lazy to bother with the filtering involved with grazing. Due to my Shifting nature, I tend to take on the characteristics of those I feed on, so grazing can send my mind into a shifting frenzy. Sort of like multiple personalities, except times by a 100 and all of them are fighting for dominance at once.
In order to combat this, I keep a few people at my disposal whom I first infect with a teeny bit of my own energy, which in turn morphs theirs into something I can more easily feed from, without having to worry about all that pesky filtering and purging. If a Vampire is akin to a leech, then I am a spider and my own energy acts as a venom which first infects others, then liquefies their energy, leaving a nice creamy excess that I can lap up at my leisure.
The problem with this is that last year I found myself completely void of any infected peons to feed from, and without any excess energy to spare in order to farm up some new ones.
Instinct took over and I began toying with the sexual energy of others so that I could feed from that, targeting only a handful so that my shifting didn’t become too out of hand. There was nothing in it for me other than the feed, as I have a Mate and personally found the men I was masticating rather revolting. If given a choice, I would have never went there with anyone, but since I could not feed in the flesh, I had to settle for rummaging through human trash cans.
It was around this time that I sought out an ex-demi-Thrall of mine, someone who was a veritable untapped source of energy. While this person was particularly grotesque, they did provide me with enough energy that I was able to abandon my other pets and focus entirely on them. I might not have enjoyed what I was doing very much, but at least I only had to tolerate a single fool instead of a whole harem of them.
And, in the end, it worked. First I bound him to me, after tricking him into giving me his consent and isolating him from everyone else in his life, then I played the part of the simpering, submissive little girl to feed into his perverted, Lolita-inspired fantasies. The result being that I was able to pretty much hallow him out without him so much as suspecting what I was really up to.
Also, I would like to point out that all of this was done via the interwebs and that despite my ravenous state, there is no way in hell I would have sough out a male source such as this in the flesh. Despite my open-minded attitude about sex, and overly perverse nature, I am still Mated. Beyond Mated in fact, as my Mate imprinted himself on me at such an early age that it would be impossible for me to let another male anywhere near me, let alone allow one to touch me.
My Mate knew what I was up to, as there are no secrets between us, and he had no problems with it so long as it was limited to on-line. He was unable to feed me at the time, and considered my interactions amusing at best, as he knew how much I loathed my newest Thrall.
After a period of a few months, the feeding began to take it’s toll on him. I had not been careful or respectful of his health or mental stability during any of this, instead gorging myself on his essence until I had literally sucked any redeeming qualities he possessed right out of him. He became paranoid, possessive, bitter, easily agitated and self-destructive. The Happiness he displayed when we first resumed contact eroded, leaving only a sad, pitiful shell behind.
It was around this time that I was once again able to resume my regular feeding habits, and I had healed enough from the energy I’d taken from my Thrall that I no longer required anything more from him. I decided to reward him by breaking the bindings and attempting to maintain our friendship, on a strictly platonic level.
This did not go over very well.
He was not interested in a friendship with me, and despite the many times I informed him that nothing would ever happen between us in real life, or that any response he witnessed from me was faked for the sake of his ego, he still ended up convincing himself that I was in love with him and planned on leaving my Mate to come live with him in his disabled father’s shack of a house, where he sleeps on a worn out, filthy couch and steals his father’s foodstamps.
I tolerated 3 weeks worth of his tantrums, irritated with his behavior. While I know it was the result of my feedings, I still felt as if he should have been grateful for what I offered, as he was completely alone without me, and aside from suddenly refusing to play along with his perverted role-playing, I had been a damn good friend to him, spending money lavishly on him and his father, as well as fluffing his ego. I was so nice to the bloated loser that I was practically speaking to him in baby talk anytime we interacted, because it was what he required in order to feel good about himself.
To say that he had “Mommy issues” would be a vast understatement.
Eventually his sulking became too much for me and when he attempted to manipulate me into submitting to his demands, I instead turned it around on him and used it as an excuse to give myself a guilt-free out of what had become a messy and highly irritating situation.
It still amuses me that he thought he could play mind-games with me of all people. That should show just how pathetically stupid he was. What can I say? I didn’t pick him for his brains, if that were the case I would have starved.
So that was my most recent experience with Thralldom, which while ending badly for the Thrall, resulted in my continued survival.
I believe that from now on, I shall stick primarily to female Thralls, as not only am I actually attracted to them, but I also hold the females I feed from in much higher esteem than I do the males. Plus, they just taste better. They’re not as easy to manipulate, but sometimes you have to work for your food.
After all, not everyone can be a Happy Meal with legs.
The event itself isn’t important, as in the end, I was kinda asking for it, only that afterwards I couldn’t handle my shit and began self-destructing hardcore.
I required energy, more than I ever had before, in order to heal myself. My preferred source is through sexual contact, but due to 8 months of forced abstinence last year, I was unable to feed, and was completely depleted.
Now I have taken demi-Thralls in the past whenever I was feeling too lazy to bother with the filtering involved with grazing. Due to my Shifting nature, I tend to take on the characteristics of those I feed on, so grazing can send my mind into a shifting frenzy. Sort of like multiple personalities, except times by a 100 and all of them are fighting for dominance at once.
In order to combat this, I keep a few people at my disposal whom I first infect with a teeny bit of my own energy, which in turn morphs theirs into something I can more easily feed from, without having to worry about all that pesky filtering and purging. If a Vampire is akin to a leech, then I am a spider and my own energy acts as a venom which first infects others, then liquefies their energy, leaving a nice creamy excess that I can lap up at my leisure.
The problem with this is that last year I found myself completely void of any infected peons to feed from, and without any excess energy to spare in order to farm up some new ones.
Instinct took over and I began toying with the sexual energy of others so that I could feed from that, targeting only a handful so that my shifting didn’t become too out of hand. There was nothing in it for me other than the feed, as I have a Mate and personally found the men I was masticating rather revolting. If given a choice, I would have never went there with anyone, but since I could not feed in the flesh, I had to settle for rummaging through human trash cans.
It was around this time that I sought out an ex-demi-Thrall of mine, someone who was a veritable untapped source of energy. While this person was particularly grotesque, they did provide me with enough energy that I was able to abandon my other pets and focus entirely on them. I might not have enjoyed what I was doing very much, but at least I only had to tolerate a single fool instead of a whole harem of them.
And, in the end, it worked. First I bound him to me, after tricking him into giving me his consent and isolating him from everyone else in his life, then I played the part of the simpering, submissive little girl to feed into his perverted, Lolita-inspired fantasies. The result being that I was able to pretty much hallow him out without him so much as suspecting what I was really up to.
Also, I would like to point out that all of this was done via the interwebs and that despite my ravenous state, there is no way in hell I would have sough out a male source such as this in the flesh. Despite my open-minded attitude about sex, and overly perverse nature, I am still Mated. Beyond Mated in fact, as my Mate imprinted himself on me at such an early age that it would be impossible for me to let another male anywhere near me, let alone allow one to touch me.
My Mate knew what I was up to, as there are no secrets between us, and he had no problems with it so long as it was limited to on-line. He was unable to feed me at the time, and considered my interactions amusing at best, as he knew how much I loathed my newest Thrall.
After a period of a few months, the feeding began to take it’s toll on him. I had not been careful or respectful of his health or mental stability during any of this, instead gorging myself on his essence until I had literally sucked any redeeming qualities he possessed right out of him. He became paranoid, possessive, bitter, easily agitated and self-destructive. The Happiness he displayed when we first resumed contact eroded, leaving only a sad, pitiful shell behind.
It was around this time that I was once again able to resume my regular feeding habits, and I had healed enough from the energy I’d taken from my Thrall that I no longer required anything more from him. I decided to reward him by breaking the bindings and attempting to maintain our friendship, on a strictly platonic level.
This did not go over very well.
He was not interested in a friendship with me, and despite the many times I informed him that nothing would ever happen between us in real life, or that any response he witnessed from me was faked for the sake of his ego, he still ended up convincing himself that I was in love with him and planned on leaving my Mate to come live with him in his disabled father’s shack of a house, where he sleeps on a worn out, filthy couch and steals his father’s foodstamps.
I tolerated 3 weeks worth of his tantrums, irritated with his behavior. While I know it was the result of my feedings, I still felt as if he should have been grateful for what I offered, as he was completely alone without me, and aside from suddenly refusing to play along with his perverted role-playing, I had been a damn good friend to him, spending money lavishly on him and his father, as well as fluffing his ego. I was so nice to the bloated loser that I was practically speaking to him in baby talk anytime we interacted, because it was what he required in order to feel good about himself.
To say that he had “Mommy issues” would be a vast understatement.
Eventually his sulking became too much for me and when he attempted to manipulate me into submitting to his demands, I instead turned it around on him and used it as an excuse to give myself a guilt-free out of what had become a messy and highly irritating situation.
It still amuses me that he thought he could play mind-games with me of all people. That should show just how pathetically stupid he was. What can I say? I didn’t pick him for his brains, if that were the case I would have starved.
So that was my most recent experience with Thralldom, which while ending badly for the Thrall, resulted in my continued survival.
I believe that from now on, I shall stick primarily to female Thralls, as not only am I actually attracted to them, but I also hold the females I feed from in much higher esteem than I do the males. Plus, they just taste better. They’re not as easy to manipulate, but sometimes you have to work for your food.
After all, not everyone can be a Happy Meal with legs.
Freak of Nature:
I do believe a little introduction is in order, that is normally how these things go after all.
I am an energy feeder/manipulator as well as a Shapeshifter and Practitioner of the Occult, although not always in that order.
There are the usual terms associated with all of these, but I do not tend to subscribe to most of them. I do not really associate with the Therian or Vampire communities, nor do I prefer to claim either title as for one thing, Therians are not exactly shifters, and my methods for feeding on the energy of others is a little different than that of most Psionic Vampires, although I’ll save that particular explanation for a later date.
I have created my own Trad to define my callings in this mortal life of mine, which was more out of necessity than ego in the beginning, as I was completely alone and without any form of information when I first began my path.
I am not Wiccan, or Neo-Wiccan. I am not any type of whatever myriad, bullshit variation of Wiccan there is out there these days, nor do I believe in either the threefold law or their re-defining of Karma.
I am a balanced practitioner with zero qualms about hexing the ever-loving shit out of anyone who irks me and I make no apologies for it. Although, I might also hex you if I want to experiment with a new spell, or maybe if I‘m just bored….I don’t really need a reason to turn others into my own, personal guinea pigs.
I am a Warlock, and please do not waste your breath on any of that “oath-breaker” nonsense, as my Trad has officially reclaimed the term. To quote Randel Graves: “It's cool, I'm taking it back.”
I’m also a Lunatic, a Maeniac, and an all around horrible human being to be within the general vicinity of.
Seriously, ask any of my ex-acquaintances, they’ll tell you that you’re better off attempting to befriend the Ebola virus.
I think the real question isn’t so much, why does somebody like me exist, but rather, why in the hell are you still here?
I am an energy feeder/manipulator as well as a Shapeshifter and Practitioner of the Occult, although not always in that order.
There are the usual terms associated with all of these, but I do not tend to subscribe to most of them. I do not really associate with the Therian or Vampire communities, nor do I prefer to claim either title as for one thing, Therians are not exactly shifters, and my methods for feeding on the energy of others is a little different than that of most Psionic Vampires, although I’ll save that particular explanation for a later date.
I have created my own Trad to define my callings in this mortal life of mine, which was more out of necessity than ego in the beginning, as I was completely alone and without any form of information when I first began my path.
I am not Wiccan, or Neo-Wiccan. I am not any type of whatever myriad, bullshit variation of Wiccan there is out there these days, nor do I believe in either the threefold law or their re-defining of Karma.
I am a balanced practitioner with zero qualms about hexing the ever-loving shit out of anyone who irks me and I make no apologies for it. Although, I might also hex you if I want to experiment with a new spell, or maybe if I‘m just bored….I don’t really need a reason to turn others into my own, personal guinea pigs.
I am a Warlock, and please do not waste your breath on any of that “oath-breaker” nonsense, as my Trad has officially reclaimed the term. To quote Randel Graves: “It's cool, I'm taking it back.”
I’m also a Lunatic, a Maeniac, and an all around horrible human being to be within the general vicinity of.
Seriously, ask any of my ex-acquaintances, they’ll tell you that you’re better off attempting to befriend the Ebola virus.
I think the real question isn’t so much, why does somebody like me exist, but rather, why in the hell are you still here?
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