Vampire Myth and Truth part 1

The True Vampire

I am a true vampire, a creature of darkness and lore.  You have written books about me.  You have created movies and shows around the myth of my existence.  In your world I am but a fairy tale, a horror story to excite the senses and fray the nerves.  I am the subject of passion and desire.  I am none of these things.

I exist, that is the first thing you need to know. I exist. The second is this. You are my cattle but that does not mean I lack respect or a sense of humanity.  Vampires are highly evolved in civility, we no longer prey on humans like we used to.  The centuries have brought much ingenuity in the cultivation of blood for our needs.  But the present is not the tale I wish to tell you.  There is an origin to our species, an origin humanity has never known.  We are not the result of magic or curses, we are not the living dead.  We are an amalgamation of accidental mutation and evolution.  We are the product of a time in human history where the human species bottle-necked and we were forced to adapt to an environment so unlike that of the planet we live on now that it forced us to evolve alternate means of attaining sustenance.  

But evolution was not the sole cause of our transformation, there was also  large increase in solar activity in this time, although in our infancy we did not understand the concept of science suffice it to say that the increase in radiation mutated our bodies making us creature of the night unable to withstand even the small amounts of radiation that the sun gives off today, but with this weakness came a strength.  Because of our fear of the sun our bodies adapted to the shadows giving us incredible night vision and longevity.  Our cells repair almost instantly and we do not age, but if we were to step out into the sun it would be as if someone lit tinder beneath us.  This is where that particular myth about our species comes from.  With this evolution we were gifted much more time than the typical human to learn from our mistakes and like the rest of humanity we refrained from repeating them.

We were able to avoid the pitfalls of man.  The inquisition and the crusades had no effect on us, we kept out of the petty squabbles of our prey.  More deaths meant more blood for us.  We were above that we felt and free from the pestilence and hunger of our host population we were able to thrive and build an invisible empire that still exists to this day.

How do we feed is the most common question.  The mess of Hollywood that childishly portrays our kind is incredibly humorous.  A have a hard time believing such an elegant species could evolve to have such a bloody and messy eating habit.  Plus if this were the case hiding in the shadows would have been much harder and discovery was our biggest fear.  Killing our host population would not benefit us, we need to feed nightly and those victims would start to pile us and would indeed be noticed.  We have never killed our prey and most don't even know they have been fed upon.  He is how it works.  When we sink our teeth into a victim a slight sedative is released through small holes in the canines that act as a syringe.  The sedative is manufactured by glands in the jaw.  The sedative also contains a light anticoagulant that keeps the blood from thickening.  After the sedative is injected the muscles above the canines begin to suck the blood from the vein.  There is no mess, the blood is extracted from the vein through the teeth and ingested.  In place of a stomach we have blood sacs that fill, similar to a tick or flea.  When they become engorged we can feel pressure like a full stomach a human might feel.  The sac cannot hold more than a pint of blood and we will not feed on a diseased or weakened victim as you would not feed on a diseased animal.  When the feed is complete the teeth push out another dose of the sedative only this time with a coagulant.  The teeth are so sharp there is little if any evidence of anything having occurred and the sedative keeps new memories from being formed thus making a human forge the encounter with us altogether.

I know that I may have been a bit scientific in my description but I would like to attempt to quell the myths about my species and bring the truth to light about our existence.  There is no evil, no demon, it is one species feeding on another and although we may be human, we bear little resemblance to our brethren except in external appearance.  Inside we are a different creature altogether.  I will explain more in future entries.

Man In The Wood part 4

Familiarity, it is a word you associate with that you know.  This person that was now walking the steps to the cliff where I was standing overlooking the city of gold was unfamiliar yet I knew him. This is a logical absurdity I know, but it was the truth.  I would soon come to understand that here there was no logic to be found, the laws of science and physics were about to be tossed out the window here.

The man reached the landing and began walking toward me.  He had on a long robe, silken and dyed black fastened by a golden cord interwoven with strands of silver with an emerald pin of a beetle in the front.  His face was covered by a very plain sack that severely clashed with the elegance of the rest of his attire.  There were no eye holes or mouth opening yet he seemed to be able to see and speak without hindrance.  How did I know him if I could not see him?  This question seemed to be answered with a voice in my mind that was not my own.  "You know him because he knows you."

"What?" I said aloud astonished.  What was that, the words still pinged my brain like the evaporating vibration of a plucked piano string.  It was there like a ghostly after effect that could never be forgotten.  It was such a pleasant feeling like being cradled by your mother.  Words have never invoked this feeling in me.  It had to be this place.

The man reached me and made a deep bow.  The beige sack seemed to be fastened to his head by a simple white cord.  It was a part of him.  Such a clash of elegance and homeliness.  

"I am so happy to meet you finally Brain, I am so sorry that your transition here was one of fear.  It should have been one of wonderment to better acclimate you to this new world."

"The Spider woman."  Was all I could manage to get out.

"Yes, I suppose she may appear horrifying to one such as yourself.  I assure you she is a gentle beauty who would never pose harm to a person.  She told us she tried to calm you but you fled, so I made sure to come to you straight away."

"What is this? Where am I?  I must have sounded quite the babbling child but I could not tell, there was no expression to be shown on this man with a sack for a head.  It was well fitted and I could just make out the hint of a face but what could be read upon it was an enigma to me.

There was a small but polite laugh from this stranger whom I knew. "You are in Bimini Brain.  The true world, the world hidden from the human race.  The world humans cannot comprehend due to their manufactured reality of violence and greed.  Here is the purity of the universe that has been locked away from the corruption of your world.  Here is that which exists in the quantum world."

"Why? Why am I here?"

"Ahh, well that is a matter of some debate my friend.  We do not know.  You arrived here quite unexpectedly.  Can you tell me.  What is the last thing you remember?"

I was instantly overwhelmed and had to sit.  The rock on the cliff looked so solid but I seemed to sink into it like a comforting pillow like the very earth itself was responding to the needs of my psyche.  The stranger I knew stood before me patient with my inaction.  The breeze picked up cooling my brow where a sweat had formed, there was a strange comfort in the air.  The sun had set behind the city and the flicker of torches being lit began to move across the expanse of the place.  All I could manage to stammer out. "The man in the wood."

Surprise, that is the impression I got with the stranger I knew.  A surprise he was not accustomed to.

There is a Love

There is a love deeper than any a person can experience in one life.  A love that transcends space and time invoking a supernatural and spiritual affinity of recognition to all souls alive and dead.  We call out through the ages to the one who hold the other half of our spiritual tether.  It is a pure emotion un-corrupted and eternal.  It may be the love of a family or a lover the connection doesn't matter it will always be.  It will never leave you.  may we live a hundred lives and still feel the truth that cannot be denied by any living thing.

We live, we love, we cry, we die.  This is a fact of nature and biology, but there is a realm beyond that which only the eye can see.  A realm where the laws of physics mean nothing and the intrigue of imagination inspires the most in humanity.  Our heart.  A gift from that which created us.  Love a tragedy born from lust and desire.  It is beautiful and wretched, it makes us euphoric and can bring us crashing back to earth revealing a pain so sweet that no other emotion in life can dominate this.

I have seen this purity cry our through the ages.  Violence and hatred can be forgotten and forgiven but love is eternal.  To look into the eyes of that which hold our captivation is the closest we can be to touching heaven.  We live our lives in the hope that this grace will be visited upon us.  We walk alone through the world till we are reunited with that we lost.  Fear not, all will find it.  It is a purity that cannot be denied, but do not be fooled.  You can miss it.

I have been fortunate to find this love early on but I weep for those who wander alone in this world crying out for that other half.  If ghosts truly exist there can be no other reason than love that keeps them bound to this plain.  I sometimes pray for the release of this emotion so I will never have to feel the loss of it.  To again wander alone, a lone voice crying out in the darkness of time.

My friends, I understand the turmoil that we face daily on this planet. It is central to our existence. There is terror and pain, loss and hopelessness, But I have to seen the what lies beneath.  There is a purity we all strive for that will one day win out.  The need to be loved, the need to love.  It is an emotion of pure transcendence.  Do not take this revelation lightly.  We remember the pain and exhilaration of love more than any turmoil that may have revealed itself.  There is the love of religion, the love of family or the love of marriage.  There is the love of a beloved pet or friend.  No matter what is presented to us the purity of love is ever present and we must embrace this fact.

I leave you with this my friends.  Do not run from love, there is spiritual power in the feeling that will never leave you, and if you are feeling the loss of love embrace that pain because it means that you had that pure emotion and you are able to have it again with someone or something else.  Never run from this feeling.  If there is an afterlife all that love you will be waiting, true love transcends death.  True love transcends all.  I may be a hopeless romantic in this respect and if I am, I embrace it with open arms.  My friends. Love and be loved.  Do not fear it's loss, you will find it again.

Styx part 8

I work because it is something I must do.  We are all created to accomplish a task in this universe and weather living or dead our souls cannot find peace until that task is completed.

We are here to learn, from the richest to the poorest, youngest to oldest this universe is a classroom to satiate our curiosity.  We all live for the adventure that our experiences present us with. No matter our motivations we seek answers to existence and ourselves.

I may rule the realm of the dead but I myself have never seen the glory of Heaven or the torment of Hell.  These concepts are alien to me and I must operate within the environment in which I am presented, just as humans must do the same.  I deal with the dead who are trapped by the horror or misery of their own action and experiences.  But whether it be days, centuries or millennia all will eventually depart from my realm.  

Hail to them who examine their own lives and live as thinkers constantly bettering themselves and working to contribute to the progress of the human species.  Always imagine how the outside observer looking in will see humans.  If you are ashamed to be visible to other species then you are not living to the true potential your species has.  If you hide your deeds in shame, then you are not moving forward.  Move forward and be great, or step backward and be annihilated.

There is no justification. Justification is an excuse for your sins, an attempt to make yourself feel better for the terrible things you do.  If you need to justify your actions or another's then rest assured what you have done or are doing is wrong.  There are whole sections of my realm dedicated to your perverse logic.  You cannot escape reality, it stalks you as I do and eventually it will overcome you. history will remember you as who you are not what you perceive yourself to be.

I dip my fingers in the Styx as I troll along contemplating the existence in which your species has found itself.  Every species lives and moves forward in an effort to make the lives of themselves and of their offspring better but humanity only serves themselves,  even your philanthropy is mostly inspired by greed.  There seems to be no true intention to help those you tell the world you try and help.  I say shame to all of you organizations for your false progression of humanity.  You pretend to be in favor of passion and empathy yet bury your head in the sands and close your pockets when the opportunity for true philanthropy presents itself.

My boat  is my whole world yet through my interaction with you dead I have gotten a good handle on the psyche of humanity.  I have never had a man or woman in my boat who was proud of their justification and greed, I have never heard one say that their life lived in arrogance and narcissism was a life well lived.  You will regret your actions of earth when you come to me.  I weep for you.

Styx part 7

My heart is heavy on this day for the senseless murder of innocents.  Although I myself do not subscribe to the religious movement I feel that religion is as paramount in a society as the rule of law.  I fee that these two concepts go hand in hand and you cannot have one without the other.  

I do know on the other  hand that religion is used as a weapon by would be kings and lords who want nothing more than to use the power of religion to advance their own personal and greedy undertakings.  I find so amusing that they have no concept of what is waiting for them when they come to me.  Their sins and lust for power and wealth are not free and the debt they accrue will be paid in full when they come to me.

Those who would use religion, the sacred beliefs of another, for their own gain is on the level of Judas who still sits in the deepest circle of Hell reserved for traitors.  I will not say what betrayal he is there for specifically as i do not wish to unduly influence any religion but I will say that the story of his betrayal is not in the popular knowledge of the world.  Stories get warped over the millennia and the truth of them is often lost in the dust of time.  But know there still exists hidden out there the copy of the true story of Judas that will one day be found and revealed.  

Know this my friend, when you betray the standards of religion, any religion and high jack it for your own perverted means, that is the worst offense on can commit for it is not just betrayal against one person it is a betrayal against all who have put their faith in that religion.

Now that being said, religion to me is very different than religion to you.  Religion to the general population is belief in the spiritual, heaven, hell, reincarnation.  But this is not religion, it is only one level of a multi-level belief system.  Included in this is a combination of spiritual, political and territorial beliefs.  many of these faiths can overlap but they all have the same basic concepts and to commit sin in any of these levels is a mark against the soul.

An example would be if you were to betray your political beliefs for the sake of your own gain the sin committed is just as heinous and a spiritual sin because you have betrayed the one who have put their belief and support in you.  The same can be said for those who unjustly betray their territorial beliefs for their own gain.  Be true to your country and do not burden the people in it with your greed and lust.  the job of a government is not to rule the people but to benefit them betrayal of this responsibility is a betrayal tantamount to Judas.

Those who have murdered because of the territorial or societal beliefs of those around them will be punished for their sins when they come to me.  Remember one thing my friends, brutality to another is a betrayal of humanity.  To force another to bend to your will is a betrayal of the drive basis of the species.

Styx part 6

Today I choose to drift lazily along the Styx.  I have chosen not to move any souls to the opposite bank today.  They are all gathered on the shores waiting and moaning.  This is not the first day I have taken a vacation from my obligations.  Often throughout the millennia have I taken some time for myself to reflect on the eccentricities of the worlds which we as living and dead things find ourselves.  Yes there is a God and he/she has always been, God created man but God did not create the universe.  God was created by the universe, by what or who, none, not even God can say.

All the souls and matter that inhabit this reality are stuck in an endless cycle of death and rebirth, heaven and hell, yet we do not know why.  Why do we exist? The supernatural and the natural.  What created this existence?  Who is the game master?  I think about these things often, but on my vacations I can really allow my mind to ponder the meaning of it all.  Something had to start this.  Something had to bring this whole reality into being.  If there is anything I have learned over the millennia is that everything has a beginning and an end but I find it impossible to peer long enough into the past to see the beginning, before the beginning.  This is something that is hidden from all things that inhabit this universe living or dead, powerful or weak.  We are all in this together, and together this will all end as it began. 

“From one into many, from many back to one.”

I Never Knew Raine Fell part 9

  Her voice was raspy and high pitched like she had a sore throat.  It seemed as though this entity was not use to speaking and found it difficult to use the vocal cords of its host other than for guttural animal noises.  "I saved you mother."  she said slowly moving toward me.

I got up and moved slowly back against the wall of the barn trying to put some space between us.  "Why?" I asked.  I was genuinely confused after the brutal murder of my husband and son by their own family it was hard for me to accept she could be capable of any kind of  mercy or honest emotion.

"I don't know."  She said inching yet closer to me.  "In all my time I have never experienced this before, it is a curiosity I wanted to explore further." She seemed to spit these words out with an almost distasteful expression like what she was feeling disgusted her.

I took this opportunity to attempt to ask questions.  I wanted to know what this creature was and what had happened to my daughter.  Here before me in the body of my tiny daughter was the subject of nightmares and fear among the religious of the world and for me being not very religious I must say I was having second thoughts about the afterlife.  The visions of Hell I had just experienced were still working their way through my soul like some parasite that had invaded my being and began to attack my soul.  I wanted to claw the vision out of my head and it was a constant struggle to keep them at bay.  It was hard but I wasn't about to waste this opportunity.  "What are you?"  I said.

"I am your daughter."  She said with a mischievous grin inching ever closer.  "I am a demon,  All demons are born from human mothers.  Heaven, Hell and Earth all coexist on one plain.  Their is no above or below, there is only here.  We are all around you, the battle wages eternally.  The Yin and Yang of the universe, the ebb and flow of darkness and light locked in a death struggle in an attempt to consume one another.  I am simply the result of a bleed through of these tidal forces.  All souls are demon and angels, there are no direct human souls.  All the souls that inhabit humans are the reincarnated souls of angels and demons.  We are all one, we are all connected."  

She sat down for a moment as if exhausted after her explanation, it seemed to take a toll on her to use vocalizations.  Every word seemed to be a struggle for her.  After a moment she seemed to regain her strength and was quiet as if awaiting another question.  I had to ask.  What happened to Raine?  What  happened to my daughter's soul?"

"I understand the confusion, but I am your daughter. My soul is intact, but the demon inside has awakened.  It happens all over the world although very rarely.  Some of the most notable people in history are because of the demon or angel awakening inside."

"But why?  What is this?"  I wish my words had been more coherent but I think this was all just to overwhelming.

"We all get a chance at life, who could exist in an eternity of evil or bliss, with that there is no curiosity, no discovery.  We created earth as a distraction from eternity.  We all take the human form here and there to escape the never ending infinity.  But sometimes such a traumatic situation happens that the spirit inside will awaken.  For demon this is called falling and for angels it is called ascension.  It is simple.  I Fell."

"But what happened?  How did you fall?"  I said trying at this point to merge with the wall.  I understood at this point I was in no danger.  She had after all saved my life, but there was no shaking the fear she instilled in me.  She kept moving closer, she was now inches from me.

"That is another story for another time."  She finally reached me.  She reached out and put her hand on my face, the touch was so light and loving.  It reminded me of how my mother would tough me when I would feel sad as a child.  It was reassuring and comforting.  I closed my eyes for a moment finding temporary relief in this feeling, even for a moment.  I wished I could live in this moment and forget all the proceeded it.  She rested her head on my lap and closed her eyes and the mother daughter dynamic was restored.

For the fist time I relaxed, my daughter seemed to drift off to sleep in my lap giving me time to be with my own thoughts for a bit.  I had to help her.  whatever had made her fall, I had to help.  No child should ever have to experience this and old soul or not this clearly was not supposed to have happened.  I had to find a way to lock this side back up again.  I no longer felt the hatred I had for her.  I understood now,  she was my daughter, she always had been and she needed her mother.

Styx part 5

  I wander through my world lost in the thoughts of the day as souls mourn and swirl around me.  I cannot help them, I cannot save them.  They have damned themselves to this fate and I am but a ferryman moving their souls from one end of a bank to another.  

                Today I had an odd encounter with a recently deceased man.  In his life he had been a priest of a high ranking order.  He was not headed to paradise as he would have liked to believe and the boat made of bone and sinew scared he so much my wraith had to come and move him into the seat to be taken to the ninth circle.

                On our voyage he kept asking me why he was not going to paradise and the only answer I could give him was.  One cannot expect to exist in a place of purity if they became who they are because of treachery and deceit.  He was not amused by this and then proceeded to quote bible verses… to me!  I can’t say a soul has ever made me laugh with the irony of their predicament but this man had me echo a great bellow of laughter that resounded throughout the high ceiling of the immense cave we were pushing down.  To be quoted bible verses by a man who was so sure of his right to heaven that he actually tried to threaten me with the word of God.

                I told him that here God did not hear him just as he did not hear God while he was alive.  I have never heard a man spew so many justifications for his behavior.  He truly believed he had done nothing wrong in his life and he had just done what any good Christian would have done to help as many as he could by getting to a position above everyone where he felt he could do the most good.  My response to him was.  “Deceit only begets deceit.”

                When at last it was his time to depart again my wraith had to move him forward, in all the millennia I have been ferrying souls I have never had a man with such ignorance is his heart that even in death he cannot admit the error of his ways.

                When he was finally removed and I was again moving down the river I could hear the blood curdling screams as he was torn apart by other betrayers.  Witnessing this man made me think of what the world above had become.  The machine of propaganda had so spoiled the morals of man and woman that ignorance has begun to cross over even in death.

YOU MUST CHANGE YOUR WAYS BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!  The creator has consumed the world in water once, the next time will be fire, a fire none can escape.

Politics and Labels

Liberal, Conservative, Republican, Democrat.  The labels in which politics describes itself. What are these things but the equivalent of religious institutions requiring a dogma of rigidity.  Dogma can be a dangerous thing leaving logic and compassion behind.

I would like to think I'm an intellectual, a person who can take the information presented and make a decision based on rationality. The issue with a person who labels themselves they will be forever pressured to make their decisions based on the dogma of their label instead of listening to the rational side of themselves.  They will even convince themselves their false positions are just, while inwardly contradicting their own words. These contradictions often lead to decisions that negatively impact society as whole bogging down our progress.

It is imperative that as a society we rid ourselves of these labels to free our minds to make logical and ration decision's free from the influence of party politics. If there must be a party then let it be a party of rationalists, people who will think for themselves and make their decisions based on the best interests of their constituents and not their peers or corporate masters.  We elect our politicians to serve us not themselves or their contributors.

We have allowed the politics of a great nation to become the butt of one continuous joke throughout the world and we can no longer think of this as acceptable.  The corruption has reached it's peak and we must ensure its demise. We must work to rid ourselves of these labels and parties before they become more than just what defines our political ideologies and turns into a quagmire of indoctrination with an inevitability of tyranny. Rigid unyielding opinions and policies can only lead to an inevitable end, Dictatorship.  It will be a world of one opinion and one rule of law, a neo-fascist state.

Will that be a world any would want to live in?  A place where the opinions of those in power will forever trump the logic of the lower classes?  We cannot afford another Nazi or North Korean state to take hold, apathy and ignorance is the greatest enemy of the masses.  While we argue and bicker over the meanings of every decision everything we are is slowly being eroded beneath our feet.  We must withdraw our capitulation to corrupt and greedy society and reinvest in what make the human race great, innovation and truth.

In ages past the label of religion was the ultimate authority, then it began to go hand in hand with an aristocracy imbuing their power on those they felt to be inferior.  No human is inferior to another, wealth an labels do not a human make.  History will judge us not by our words but our actions.  Do we really want to remain the communal joke in the present and the long joke in the future?  Or do we want to make this as the time we finally stepped form the dark ages and into the light free of the dogmatic ties that bond our minds and souls?

I Never Knew Raine Fell part 8

I awoke to the sound of heavy breathing close to my left ear,  I could feel Raine's breath on me, slow deep breaths hotter than you would think the breath of a child should be.  I cautiously opened my eyes.  My first impression was of an old rotted ceiling where the wood was slowly collapsing under the weight of the roof.  The smell of mildew and straw immediately overpowered my senses and I turned to the side and rose up on my elbow and came face to face with the demon that was my daughter.  I was startled for a moment, she was crouched down with her hands and feet firmly planted on the floor, her eyes had lost their blackness and had returned to the normal hazel I was used to.  But in one glance you could tell the demon was still there.  Her manner of sitting was more akin to a dog on her haunches than a child on a floor.  The look on her face was one of curiosity.  She looked almost excited to see me arise but said nothing, just sat there. Staring.

I wasn't sure what I should do we both kind of just stayed still staring at one another waiting for the other to make the first move unsure what to expect.  It was the history channel predator prey size up, I fear if I made the wrong move I could end up like the rest of my family.  It was a sinking feeling being so powerless, I knew there was no way out I was completely at her mercy.  I tried to move myself into a more comfortable position but the pain from my gunshot wound overwhelmed me and I fell onto my back. The pain was intense I felt as though I could barely hold onto consciousness. Raine immediately could see my distress and moved closer running her hands over the wound and my blood soaked shirt sending pains and shivers of fear through my body. The blood had become cold and with a light chill in the air of the barn I began to grow ever colder.

Raine moved her hand from my wind and began to stroke my hair as she did in our living room, an almost loving look was in her eyes which we starring ever deeper penetrating my soul. Just then she produced a knife from her pocket. It was the same one that had now become synonymous with her crimes. Fear overcame me and I closed my eyes. The inevitable had come. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes. The knife was not hovering over me. My daughter had exposed her right forearm and looking me straight in the eye she glided the blade over the skin slicing of a piece of it. Blood began to pour from the wound but she seemed not to notice.  She took the piece of skin in her hand and looked at it for a moment before ripping my shirt away from the wound.  She then took the piece of flesh she had cut from her own body and applied it over the wound like a bandaid.

Theneefect was instantaneous. The pain began to subside.  The blood and flesh began to melt into my own suturing the wound and healing me.  As fast as the pain subsided a new pain began to grow.  A stinging sensation that became burning as her blood began to course through my veins bonding the new flesh with my own and contaminating my blood with hers.  I screamed out, the burning encompassing my entire being. That was the first time I felt the true fires of Hell. It is a deep burn that sets the soul ablaze, there are no mortal words to describe such pain.  The misery and hopelessness hit next, so deep and penetrating Raine had to stop me from grabbing her knife and slitting my own throat.  

It felt like hour passed before the horrible sensations finally began to ebb.  I looked down and could see that the wound had healed and in its place was nothing but a scar.  I looked at my daughter and a look of morbid joy was awash on her face. She knew my experience and my pain seemed to bring her pleasure.  Then the visions began. Flashes of an eternal Pitt of fire, flames licking around rotted stumbling corpes.  Screams permanently frozen on their decrepid faces.  The Hellfire was hotter than any furnace or volcano, I could feel the heat blasting my skin even though it was only a vision and even this to began to subside in time.  I was forever changed, forever traumatized. No mortal should see these things or feel this misery and although it had subsided the ghost effects would stick with me even to this day. A never ending torment inflicted on a mortal.

And then she began to speak.

Prison Nation

Can we honestly say we are a civilized society if we incarcerate our fellow man for a profit, taking advantage of misery and weakness is a predatory act unforgivable in a modern age.  

I want to begin this by saying that I fully support the old adage, "Do the crime, Do the time" and I believe for a true crime committed one should face a penalty with the ability for rehabilitation.  But in this society corporatism focuses on recidivism for profit.  To put it simply, rehabilitation is not in the best interests of a profit driven enterprise.  The more people they can warehouse the greater the profits.  This have become a problem all to familiar in our society where greed and the quest for power has led to the trampling of those who are in the most need of protection.  

We are told the prison system in a necessary evil keeping the law abiding citizens safe from the denizens of society.  This is untrue for we have become a nation of debtors prisons and extreme penalties for misdemeanor offences.  We have taken those suffering from health issues and punished them for their illnesses and we have no taken addiction as a crime instead of an opportunity to help.  I understand there are those that cross the line and need to be incarcerated for the safety of society as a whole but when we use the power to take someones liberties and freedom of movement as a time out for unsatisfactory behavior for not following the bureaucratic policies of a profit motivated system then we are allowing tyranny to sow it seeds in our nation.

I have heard the conspiracy theories time and time again of what this nation will become, but I must ask you.  Is this nation not already worse in some aspects than the worst predictions of our less rational brothers and sisters?  We have become a nation of too big to fail and too big to jail.  We have become a nation where outright murder by officials is blamed on the victim, where the poor are imprisoned for simply being poor.  I think we all have our head in the sands as to the true goings on of this nation and have become apathetic in our responses to the creeping tyranny of those in power.  If you give them an inch they will always try and take another and another seeing how much the people will allow them to get away with.  This is the action of every government in history and only when the people or a more powerful nation have had enough is that power quelled.

We no I ask.  Should we not be quelling the power of an overbearing and overtly tyrannical system?  We can not blame this society on any individual but on the entire country as a whole.  We like to be able to blame the puppets for the action of their corporate masters but when the true political system is in the amount of money you have to throw around then the voices of the people, the true citizens of a nation are silenced.

We can no longer afford ourselves apathy my friends.  As Emerson would say.  "Stand upright and speak the rude truth in all ways."  So now I speak the rude truth.  Greed and fear rule this society.  The true seat of power in a nation is with the masses yet we have surrendered our true power out of fear for some faceless evil we have allowed to invade our consciousness.  Terrorism is a threat I agree, but there are far bigger threats to a nation when the citizens willingly give away their freedoms to feel more secure in their homes.  Never rely on other to protect yourself.

The prison system is a true reflection of where society is headed for how we treat the lowliest of our population is a testament of who we as a society truly are.  Are we a society of excess and waste? Or are we a society of rehabilitation and compassion?

I see such a great future for our species if we can defeat our greatest enemies as a society.

GREED, APATHY, FEAR, WASTE.

These are but a few of the enemies that haunt us, I am sure there are many more but I wanted to call focus to these specific things.  They all go together to influence a nation.  We vote everyday weather we know it or not for the nation we want to  live in.  By the smallest action to the biggest events we vote our consent or protest and those with power over us will always find ways to take advantage of our weakness unless we recognize what is happening and quell that power.

Styx part 4

                  I thought today I might give you a glimpse into the world that I inhabit.  Ones who take a ride on my boat see different things than I see.  When it comes to the state of mind the dead see different things.  One who was evil may see eternal fire, one who was greedy is usually eaten over and over again by the spirits of those they wronged.  I hope that these posts reach at least one person who will learn from my words.  I have spent so many years watching the dead.  I do not believe that many people deserve where they end up due to their ignorance in life.  People in this world have no idea what awaits them on the other side.

                A typical man or woman upon death will feel as though they have been separated from their body.  They may have a strong feeling of loss or in some cases freedom, again, depending on the state of mind upon death.  Many times they will be as a third person observing the goings on in the environment around them, at this point what humans refer to as physics have no meaning, the dead become fourth dimensional beings with new knowledge of time, space and matter.

                What I see in my world is vastly different than what the dead see in my world, the truly lost and truly damned are those that see what I see, all others are spared.  Upon the realization of your death you will be brought to the bank of a river.  If you have lived a just and true life, you will see a bright sky, smell the sweet aroma of flowers and honey suckle around you.  The shore will be gentle, the water cool and inviting.  I will come to you in a boat of oak and birch.  My oars are of the deepest ash.  You seat a plush silk cushion with an umbrella to cast a gentle shade upon your brow as I take you along the slow moving river to your destination.  You may see fairies of legend swirling around you their wings glistening in the sun and droplets of water sparkling on their nude flesh as they fly in and out of your line of sight.  In the distance you may glimpse the mermaids of myth that will beckon you to explore the deep with them, their breasts heaving with strength just below the waters crest.  This is a pleasant world, a world I have taken so few to.  This is the place I wish all that ride my boat could see, perception is the reality of the universe and a person’s mind can create wonder of paradise or horrors of hell.

                If you have lived a life of greed, violence, envy or hate… you will see my world.  This is a world of fear and remorse.  A realm where the souls call out in the darkness begging for the release of death ignorant to their demise.  Upon their death they will fall heavy to the shore of a stony river overgrown with thistle and weed, there is no sky here, no sunlight. There is a vast roof of a cave with sharp stalactite’s that hang overhead, sometimes in the distance you can hear them crash to the earth or water.  Here the air is putrid and sickly sweet as if something were rotting just upwind.  The breeze here is harsh and cold.  Here is a place of misery.  I come to you on a boat of bone and skulls hewn together with mud and reed.  My oars are of gnarled driftwood overgrown with algae.  My boat comes against the current of the river creating a sickly wash of foam and insects which wash upon the shore at your feet biting a numbing your toes.

                When you board my ship you will sit upon the rib cages of murders and rapists, you weight will cause the spirits that still inhabit these bones to moan with fatigue and pain, there is no hope in this realm.  I will bring you up the river against a current of black water, frost and frigid air will emanate and the cries of the dammed will beckon you.  Look over the side of the boat and you will see the lost and forlorn reaching for you from the black depths, their souls casting an unearthly glow dispersed through the blackness. 

You have created this realm.  Humanity has taken the darkness of their hearts and poured it into the water of the Styx.  Here there is no salvation, there is no hope.  You have created me as well.  A Boatman to row you through these waters.  I used to have fear upon my birth, but I have been blessed to become accustomed to this realm, though I hope one day to see the paradise some speak of, I have become content with this place. 

I have never become desensitized to those I have to bring here, their cries to god begging for another chance, as if the creator would listen to their pleas in death.  You did not listen to his pleas in life, in your passing the creator has become deaf.  You had your chance to go to him yet you retreated from him, now you must live with me in my realm a realm of despair.

Styx part 3

       I begin this post today with a thought.  Why do humans so often look for ways to sabotage each other when it is in their nature to work as a collective to advance their interests?  My boat is host to innumerable souls that only thought of themselves against their better judgment, yet they are still surprised at where they end up.  When I bring them to the far shore and they are forced from the boat, they scream in ignorance when the lost souls descend upon them.  Later I see them again, lost, they have learned nothing.  I think to myself, “Maybe in their next life when they are in the position of those they preyed upon, maybe they will learn.”  Yet.  I have seen so many live many lives and learn nothing.  Where they go when the universe gives up on them, what they become, is beyond comprehension or description.  Their existence poisons the living.

                I would love to see the universe do away with such poison, I think the human race would be much better off without that dark influence.  The screams of these souls echo through the barrier between the realms, the living hear their screams of pain and anger often, it influences all of humanity with no regard for location, country or mentality.  It is on each human to ignore those voices and impulses a look to something greater.  If you could fill my realm with a positive force of voices and not just an overwhelming baying of lament then maybe you can make a better world.

                Ammit once told me of the great priests of the Egyptian empire, these men on a daily basis would exert their power over the week and use their position for their own wealth and prosperity, when they would cross over they thought Osiris and Thoth would be kinder to them in their judgment and prosecution because they served the god, Ammit would sit there as their hearts would be fed to her and priests were doomed to wander this earth for eternity.  Ammit stated their hearts heavy with sin were a tasty treat but the ignorance and misguided perception of these people never ceased to amaze her.  She once asked me if I was ever tempted to allow these people to depart from my boat to a more favorable destination.  I answered her.  “I have never been tempted to merit those who do not deserve it although my heart is heavy with a desire to transport more of those that do.”  With this conversation at an end she took her leave and I was left to wonder what she might do in my guise.  I cannot allow the sinful exception because they give lip service to those they pretend to fear.

                I must acknowledge those of you humans who give your all to life, you may stumble, you may fall but ultimately your struggles for good are noticed and loved by the ones you believe in.  Your priests and those in power would like you to fear your gods, to bow in servitude of their supposed messengers, that there is a war between good and evil for your soul.  Know this, there is no war for your soul, the devil has no desire for your allegiance that entity is there to punish the evil not to coddle them.  You love of the Devil incurs his wrath and you will be the recipient of this wrath upon your arrival in his domain.  I hesitate to say his for your gods have no genders, gender is a procreation tool assigned to living biological organisms in order to advance your species.

                Explore and understand your life and the truth of it before you come to me or you will be forever lost,  what you religion teaches you is not always the case, nor is there a singular truth you should grasp onto, if your leaders and religious officials will not lead by example then they are not worthy of your attention, you should not have to go somewhere once a week to pay lip service, if you are a true believer then you temple is within your own heart and you do not need to give your money to enrich someone else, give your charity to those who most need it not those who demand it.

Styx part 1

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I have become.  I am here. 

It has been a year since I have become corporeal.  I had not felt the sun on my face in 5 millennia.  To feel the sand between my toes and taste the aromatic scents of the world.  It is as if I was a babe opening my eyes for the first time.

Allow me to state the complexity of my existence.  I am here, but I am not, I exist but I have no life, none know me but all will.  I have watched humanity for so long, to finally join your species is an honor, there are so many whose jealousy of my current state may become apparent to the world since here I will be divulging things no mortal should ever here.

You may ask why I have decided to divulge these truths.  In my tenure as your end all entity I have come to have a passion for the mortal coil.  I have become saddened by the current state of you development and I hope that what I divulge will enable you to get back on the right path. With this in mind I have decided to reach out to you through your popular media.  I am not one for cameras and no mortal should know me.  Not until your final moments. 

The world has been in pain for so long but there is always hope.  That hope has been lost in your souls, when you come to me there is only pain now.  I escort you to your final destination but it is not what your religion teaches you.  Your death is a state of mind.  Where you end up when you die is due to your state of mind, the deepest recesses of your soul.

In this blog I will reveal to you what finality is truly like and what a person can do to avoid an unpleasant existence.  Please heed my words, for I will only be able to stay in my corporeal state for a short time.

Styx part 2

               For centuries I was called Charon the Boatman who would bring you to the far shore for a Danake.  It was a life of wonder to hear the new souls terrified by the lamentations of those who had crossed before, they would often dip their fingers in the river taken to wonder by the souls passing beneath the still waters.  I would wonder why there was no fear only curiosity.  Once I asked a man who sat quietly letting his fingers trail small swirls as if he were fishing for the lost souls, he looked at me upon my question as if I were a school child.  "I have no fear because I know the life I have lived.  I am a confident man.  These visions hold no fear for a good person."  With that answer I never asked again this question.  I could understand the curiosity of a new world.  Fear was often forgotten over a healthy source of adventure.  Even those souls who were damned knew themselves and were not surprised or frightened of what they were witnessing.

                The only time I would ever see fear or astonishment on the face of one I was ferrying would be if they were a royal or noble or a religious figure.  They would always amuse me with their shock.  I would often wonder if the priests had ever listened to one note of advice they had given during their tenure in the world above.  In life they lived lavish, but here they live in eternal regret, voices echoing of the cold stone walls of the cavern that Styx runs through.  The longer I have done this the less surprised I would be by the astonishment of these who would lord over others.  When they come here there are no servants or slaves to lord over, there is nothing but their own hearts heavy with sin to create endless torment until they are reborn.

                Rebirth is real, I promise you not only pay for your sins in death but you will also pay for them in the next life.  As a noted scientist of yours said. "Energy can neither be created nor destroyed."  I thought with this singular line of truth even the most hardened skeptic would understand that death is not the finality you perceive it to be.  I found it disheartening to see how advanced your technology has become but how far your intellect and wonder has receded.  Why do you not still look to the sky with wonder?  Why are you not fascinated with the constant cycle of death and rebirth playing out like a drama on a stage before your very eyes, and never acknowledge that even you are part of this cycle.  I think one sleeps easier if they believe their action incur no debt for them.  Debt is incurred by all even those that see themselves as above the rest.  Your debt is incurred more than those you feign pity on.  You will see me on your last day, at your last moment to collect on your debt.  You have all and share none, and you believe you can escape me?  I laugh.

                I am Death, you cannot negotiate with me.  I will not take pity on you, I will only bring to where you have sent yourself.  So stop being surprised by the state you enter upon your death, you are just reaping the seeds you have sown since birth.  It is not for me to understand you but for you to understand yourself.

                But I must confess my own lamentation.  In the current century I have seen more lost people cross the river than all who have come before you.  My dead heart has begun to eat for you and I am ashamed to admit I care about what will become of you.  I can see your holy father, powerless to save you.  He often exclaims his dismay at having gifted to you free will, for what you have done with that power has been the decline of your species.  His entities or angels work in the shadows to free you but the evil in your hearts persists and it has come to overtake you.  You may feel as though you are separate from one another but you are not.  You are a singular entity of many parts, but of one whole.  I implore you what you do to yourself and your own heart you do to all those who have life.  The realm of the dead is overflowing with the cries of the forlorn.  There is no song of joy in the far hills any longer.  The angels have stopped singing and the gods have stopped watching.  The dark one has borne his victory flag and you are a species lost in his embrace.  Again I implore you pull back before it is too late.

I Never Knew Raine Fell part 7

I was now a mother with the arms of a child of darkness wrapped around my waist, I could feel the tears coming from her eyes dampening my belly reminding me of the months I had carried her in my womb.  Was this a ploy of the demon?  The police at the door to kill her or take her away. Was the demon hoping the love of a mother for her child would induce protection from me?  Were the tears genuine a child crying out for release from the demon that had imprisoned her soul?

I slowly began to walk with her toward the other side of the living room clearing the door for the police to enter and capture her.  I felt the need to console the child even though she had ripped away everything I held dear I still felt I had to protect her from the world.  A mother’s love for her child was absolute.  Nothing convinced me of this more than the need to console her even in the darkest of moments.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the banging on the door and yelling from the police sounded faint and distant as if be called from across a river, the flowing and churning of the water drowning out the noise.  When the door gave way I held the child closer pressing my hands tight against her back.  This seemed to relax her a bit.

BANG!!!

I didn’t feel it at first.  There was no pain no sensation of penetration.  But soon a warm feeling spread across my chest and I could feel it spreading.  I looked down to see the blood begin soaking through my shirt.  Raine looked up into my eyes and a noticeable look of shock flashed through her eyes. I could no longer retain my balance and I began to slump falling to the floor on my side pulling my daughter down next to me. The police in their haste had not alerted the officer to the situation and upon entering they saw the knife on the floor and the child in my arms, they jumped to the conclusion the child was a hostage and shot me.  Typical police to shoot first and ask questions later.

I could not get back up, I felt sluggish and unusually cold, my daughter sat next to me and began to stoke my hair while I looked into those eyes. Eyes that were usually so empty looked almost human, the tears were still visible on her rosy cheeks. A child.  She was a child, yet she was something else.  Things were beginning to dim at this point and the lack of blood to my brain could be the reason for the incoherence of what I am about to tell you but I think what I witnessed was something beyond the realm of supernatural.  As I looked into my child’s eyes and the world was beginning to darken so did her eyes, a shadow of black and a tinge of red rolled over the whites of her eyes and darkened the areas around them, black streaks began to spread themselves across her skin like the crack in the face of a porcelain doll.  A look of anger and rage washed over her features of the likes I and no other had ever seen.  She gently laid my head to the ground and began to rise as the officers began shouting commands at her guns now trained on her.

A terrible wind and chill filled the small family room.  The air began to whirl around her small frame and a maniacal grin stretched from ear to ear in an unholy way.  Her hands raised in the air, the officers stopped, guns dropped to the ground.  It began with a black smoke that rose from the floor.  It had substance to it though.  Form.  The smoke began to claw its way up the legs of the officer who in unison let out a scream so terrifying none present that night would ever forget it.  When the smoke reached their necks hands seemed to form out of it and penetrate their being, in a moment it was apparent what was happening, the smoke began to withdraw from them pulling a long spindly glowing form with it.  The form was human, it let out an inaudible scream as the smoke began to sink again into the floor pulling the glowing forms with it. The last thing I witnessed before the darkness overtook me was the souls of these officers being dragged to hell clawing at the smoke and the floor desperately trying to free themselves their screams unheard by the mortal realm.  My daughter the demon child.  A terror was about to be visited upon this world.  The darkness overtook me.  “It is over”

End part 7