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kimberlysteeleVampiric but not vampires
Vampires are thoroughly misunderstood, and the people who literally believe in them as animated corpses are to be pitied. Back in the day, I met and conversed with a man who was semi-famous for believing he was a vampire. This wasn’t just a Chicago Med episode. Many people in my diaspora in the old days took goth to the next level. This guy was no exception. He was young-ish and had fangs attached to his eyeteeth (I asked him bluntly if his fangs were fake and he would not admit it) and talked about drinking blood. Of course the blood he drank was from consensual donors — he had a small harem of hangers-on that were OK with pricking themselves and letting him nibble on whatever body part they had injured. Yes, this was genuinely odd as my era was a time of AIDS paranoia. I dimly remember a whole presentation that was somehow focused on him. In my fiction, vampirism isn’t just about draining a thimble or two of blood from the host as erotic foreplay — the blood was the life. Wholesale slaughter had to occur or the vampire would go insane with starvation. He was all aesthetic and no grit. His vampirism was as fake as a four dollar bill.
Just as magic is real, vampires are real. The trouble here is that most people have grown up immersed in boneheaded literalism, and for magic to be real to them, it must take the form of Harry Potter waving a wand and zapping Voldemort’s minions or something that rhymes with that sort of farce. For vampires to be real, they had better be Anne Rice’s eternal hotties who abuse children and have lots of butt sex between blood drinking marathons, or at the very bottom of the twilit barrel, a class of folk who sizzle when they encounter sunlight. I am going to level with you here: if this is what you think magic is and what you think vampires are, you are completely wrong and you need to go outside and touch some grass.
On the opposite side of imbalance, we have the armchair psychologists who think I’m going in their direction, which I infuriatingly am not. Vampires are not just metaphors. They are real and pose real physical danger. Every single person reading this is at constant risk of being victimized by one or more vampires or vampiric forces. They can and will take your life. You should take magical and practical precautions against them. Vampires will ruin you and you will have no idea what happened. There are solid reasons why 17th century peasants hated and feared them, and it is not because they walked the earth in anything similar to the Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) books or had themselves shipped overseas in comfy coffins a la Stoker’s Dracula. The kind of vampire the peasants (who were far more intelligent than us when it came to matters of the unseen world) used to fear was the etheric type. More on that later.
The first kind of vampirism we should recognize is subtle, yet it is the type most of us can intuitively understand. Current events seem designed to shepherd entire nations into civil war, and indeed some are currently in civil war. War of any sort not only requires a great deal of energy, it gives off copious energy. The Rothschild (nee Bauer) family’s predilection for financing both sides of any given war makes more sense when you consider war as a kind of farm. Besides resources being freed up, the polarization of wars creates emotional energy. If you position yourself in the right magical place at the right magical time, you can soak up the emotional energy and hoover up plenty of raw astral power as well as ill-gotten material gains in the form of interest wealth. The Rothschild family farmers know their livestock, that’s for sure.
Consider all the people who are polarizing over the latest civil war-inciting shenanigans on the local and world stage. Though each pole represents a wing on the same bird, the twain vow never to meet and comfortably numb politicians and technocrats get rich by their subject’s hatred of each other. For if they worked together, they might realize who the true enemy is, and we can’t have that. If most of us were too preoccupied with making our own lives better to bother with the latest and most salacious causes célèbres, the Rothschilds and their brethren would starve to death because their clan needs more than food to survive. I am not saying the Rothschilds have superpowers — they don’t. They want superpowers and they do not have them. The kind of magic they do is the grubby sort that has been done since ancient Babylon. It is actually simple to defeat such magic by realizing the other party is doing it and refusing to have anything to do with them or icky vibe.
The black magic of the vampiric egregore
An egregore is a massive spirit that takes on its own life and will. It is formed by the thoughts and intentions of humans and non-humans within reach of its ecosystem. If you have ever become overwhelmed by patriotism for any particular nation, you have felt the will of an egregore. If you have ever hated any particular group or institution, that was likely at least partially the will of an egregore sitting beside your own will. Like any entity formed of an astral pyramid, egregores want to grow. As the egregore grows, it draws adjacent forces into it like the gyre behind a black hole.
In order to understand how massive astral pyramids and egregores are vampirizing you, let’s consider the story of a man we will call Ray McMahon. McMahon starts his first burger stand at the county fair. His fast burgers become so popular, an investor propositions him, he accepts, and in a few years, he sells off the Rayburger franchises to a major food company. Seventy years later, he would not recognize his own burgers or the business, which has its own publicly traded stock and is known across the world, but there is still a bit of his essence in every bite. He started it. The egregore of Rayburger combines Ray’s original desire to sell a uniform product that looked and tasted the same no matter who was making it or what restaurant it was being served. It amassed power via the suffering and joy of the workers he employed, the impressions and memories made by Rayburger restaurants, and the copious Rayburger advertising that imprinted itself in many human minds, including the minds of children. The egregore was not innocent: Rayburger oppressed workers, cut down plenty of rainforests, killed more cows, chickens, and pigs than anyone wants to count, and generally represented a peculiarly left-brained, human-dominant system of governance that reflected Ray’s own WASP suburban childhood and the car culture that spawned his restaurant. Rayburger’s egregore colonized entire generations, mostly because its success helped a thousand imitators into existence. Rayburger’s unhealthy, inflammation-inducing food became synonymous with America itself, and the portrait it painted of its average consumer was not exactly flattering. When your child throws a tantrum because he wants a Rayburger and you don’t want to A. feed him genetically engineered slop and B. pay the currently exorbitant Rayburger prices, it is the Rayburger egregore attempting a vampiric attack. Do not think that the egregore is sleeping just because your child stops crying about it. Rayburger’s egregore is just like a person: it has an ego and it is panicking because its relevance is fading. Panic has made it vicious, and that is why it inserts itself where it does not belong and exploits whatever mind is fragile enough to let it in.
Now multiply this egregore times a million and you have a good explanation why the collective astral plane is such a steaming pile of garbage and why you need daily discursive meditation, a banishing ritual or a traditional mass, and divination. People used to have banishing rituals, seasonal ceremonies, and general spiritual hygiene. There is not much of that anymore, and that is why most are sitting ducks for whatever intrusive egregore wants to stroll in and suck their energy.
Consider the people freaking out over politics right now. Some are despondent and some are basking in glory (again, two wings of the same bird). Neither party manages to stop for five seconds and ask “Why am I so tired and drained all the time? Why am I always suspicious of everyone around me? Why is it that I am always sick, constantly plagued with intrusive thoughts and foul memories that serve no purpose?” If I were to tell them it is because they are volunteering themselves as hosts for a wide array of astral loosh-suckers every time they throw their emotions into the toxic soup, they would scoff and call me a crank. The astral plane makes no sense to them because it’s not an actual place where aristocratic children go to hang out with talking animals via a wardrobe portal. They are hopelessly literal and because of their literalism, they will remain enslaved puppets for a long time.
Screens are vampiric
I have been ranting about screens for a while, and though they are a necessary evil, they act as etheric drains. Right now, I am typing this essay on a personal computer that is literally draining my life force. I want to go to sleep. Screens manipulate on the emotional level first, compelling us to watch their information, entertainment, and games. Behind each diversion is an ecosystem of egregores and astral pyramids unique to our infotainment-addled era. Pornography is the most insidious vampire of all. It slips in while boys and girls (porn-addicted women and girls are a real and growing problem) are young. There is the “I’m only curious” aspect that turns an innocent foray into what should be laughed about and forgotten into a hideous, life-ruining addiction. Those who think there are no disembodied forces running the show behind the scenes are naive. The porn/human trafficking industry is part of a complex web of blackmail, loosh harvesting, and palm-greasing that only exists because of the original astral pyramid of human greed.
The physical faux vampires
Like the goth boy I described in the beginning of this article, there are many self-styled vampires, none of which have superpowers. These poseurs do not need to drink human blood to survive. If they wear fangs, they are fake. Nearly every high status celebrity and billionaire is a physical vampire, meaning they have partaken or been forced to partake in a blood sacrifice ritual. The most obvious example of a physical vampire is Jeffrey Epstein, who supposedly needed (or needs, if you believe the substantial allegations that he is still alive somewhere) three orgasms a day, preferably with young girls, in order to exist. Sex, as I have explained in previous essays, is an etheric transaction. The hole-in-slot part of sex is the least of it. It is the etheric or energy dimension of sex that makes it great or horrible, and Epstein needed the polarization of sex like a junkie needed heroin.
He certainly was not alone. The rape of children thing tends to go with elite celebrities like bread and butter. The mega rich, having long since forgotten what it was to struggle to make ends meet (if they ever worried about that at all) also forget what it is to be human. When every need is met and every whim indulged, for some, it is a recipe for extreme boredom. The bored seek the edgy: pushing boundaries, seeking the margins, courting ruin. A universe of vicious egregores and pyramids rush to meet them: addictions of various stripes are always egregores, and vicious and hungry egregores at that. Sex addiction is yet another Wendigo: the more you feed it, the hungrier and thinner it becomes. At the end of the day, mega rich cannibal pedophile Satanists are addicts just like their poorer, meth and Oxycontin-addicted counterparts. Elites are vampires with limitations (pedophile ghouls to be specific) who have handed themselves over in multi-lifetime contracts to powerful, ancient vampiric entities known as demons.
The blood sacrifice/orgy rituals, humiliation displays, and clandestine mutilations are all meant to court demonic forces that the elites believe will help them to “live forever”, meaning to extend their physical bodies well beyond the usual amount of time. They are the dumb ones though because we all live forever, just not in the same body and personality for an inordinate amount of time. It is almost amusing when a human ego is so over-inflated that it wants to stay in the same old body for over a hundred years, and to look like a 30-something sexpot the whole time.
Kris Jenner’s and Martha Stewart’s are likely more than just the result of good plastic surgery. Dark rumors circulate that the kind of unnatural youth that both those women possess is linked to the harvest of adrenochrome, which can only be gotten by terrifying a child and then violently vivisecting her for her kidneys, preferably during her last moments of life. It grants a young appearance for a time, not unlike the essence of Gelfling in Jim Henson’s Dark Crystal. Combined with skilled plastic surgery, it can create a fairly convincing glamour. Glamours are not, by definition, real. If looking young is a superpower, Kris Jenner and Martha Stewart have achieved all there is to achieve. At what cost? Nobody knows.
The spirit etheric body carries on
Demons are not vampires and vampires are not demons, though vampires can have demonic assistance. In order to understand what a vampire is, you need to acknowledge the existence of the etheric or energy body that I have discussed in many an essay.
It is the corpse in the tomb and not the tomb itself that houses the vampire, which is the etheric body of a dead person that detaches and wanders after the physical body dies. Death is not as simple of a process as materialist atheism and its kissing cousin, monotheism, would have you believe. When you die, there will be a moment when your physical life is clearly snuffed out, and that is what will be labeled as Time of Death on your toe tag if you die in a hospital. You may or may not know you are dead. You will still very much be there and you will feel like you are floating above or around your own body. If you’ve had any real education concerning death, you will recognize yourself as having experienced the First Death of the physical body. You now will have anywhere from several days to several months of time to wander. Most dead people spend this time visiting their loved ones and trying to reassure them as they mourn on the physical plane. Since almost nobody has enough spiritual literacy or sensitivity to talk to the dead anymore, you will likely not be able to genuinely communicate with the people you loved, because even if you pierce the veil, they will shrug it off as a spooky but meaningless experience. Typically, there are two spirit guides who will show up in the period after your first death to shepherd you around and guide you through the process. If you are a retarded, so-called gnostic who returns to his ignorance like a dog to his own feces, you will depart from your guides while screaming something about evil Archons and you will be swallowed by one of several voids. Maybe you’ll hitch a fun ride on a comet out of here. See ya, wouldn’t want to be ya!
If you are less retarded, you will make your rounds and visit your friends and relatives in semi-physical, telluric energy form. If you are embalmed, cremated, or dissolved in acid, the semi-physical existence will end immediately. This is called the Second Death. If you are buried au natural and allowed to decompose underground, you’ll have a little while longer to roam. Once physical decay gets its hold on your discarded body, you’ll go through the Second Death just as reliably as your embalmed and cremated brethren. At that point, you’ll be going to a place that is beyond space and time to sort out the aftermath of your incarnation. You will still be able to visit loved ones, but the rules and circumstances will be different.
Now let’s imagine you are a hell of a lot more attached to your old body and personality. When you die, your overwhelming urge is to keep on consuming whatever you were addicted to in life. You might not even realize that you are dead. Your physical body will remain still and lifeless, but its etheric revenant will be free to roam. Because of the nature of etheric energy, you won’t be able to wander far from your own dead body. If you can get a few miles between it and you, that would be a miracle. If you were an alcoholic, your first destination will likely be the bar, where dozens of glowing bodies of energy (people) will be congregating around your substance of choice (alcohol). If your addiction was not a substance but instead a behavior, such as abusing your children, you will be drawn to them and frustrated by an inability to feed off of them like you used to, and you will hope they marinate in lower vibrations so you can suck up the residual energy of anger and sadness, much like the egregores I mentioned earlier in this essay. Unfortunately for you as a vampire, your existence will be terminated rather quickly because of embalming or cremation and you’ll be forced to die the Second Death. If you’re lucky and are buried in an earth mound or meticulously entombed in the style of an ancient Egyptian (highly unlikely), then your Second Death will be delayed. If the appropriate sacrifices are made, you’ll be able to avoid the reincarnation process and wander the planet for hundreds of years.
The ancient Egyptians intentionally created vampires. So did the ancient Chinese, Japanese, Welsh, and Aztecs. They did not call them vampires and they did not loathe them — they did it to kings so that way the king could watch over his kingdom well beyond his death. The trouble with these practices was their maintenance. If the sacrifices were not kept up, the etheric body of the king starved and died the Second Death. I hope it goes without saying that ancient peoples knew a great deal more about the etheric body and what happens after death than we do. What is dismissed as mystery and woo was once considered technology.
Nowadays, I would argue that it is better just to die the Second Death and not try to extend your existence as a hungry ghost/vampire. I hope Kris Jenner never reads this, because I can absolutely see her trying to avoid the Second Death later just as she is currently scrambling to avoid the First Death now. At some point, I will probably do an essay on how laughable it is to want to upload one’s consciousness into the cloud, but I digress.
If you are ever attacked by a recently dead etheric revenant a.k.a. a vampire, it will most likely be at night while you are sleeping. Unfortunately, I have been attacked by one. It happened when I was a teenager with someone I knew who died badly. Vampire attacks can easily be fatal. Obviously mine was not fatal as I am still very much alive. You can and should take precautions every night, not just from vampires, but also from a host of awful and malevolent members of the unseen ecosystem. That is largely what my book Sacred Homemaking is about.
Repelling vampires
Since vampires are most likely going to be dead people you knew in life who are attracted to your familiar energy, do not keep any of their leftover objects in your bedroom or sleeping area. Gather their objects and photographs and place them on a table with an artificial or real candle, and say prayers for their safe and blessed passage to the afterlife one or more times a day. An offering of food they liked, music they enjoyed, or fresh flowers or herbs can help their passage much like coins were given to assist ancient Greeks to pay Charon the ferryman. Prayers for divine help are extremely useful for the recently dead. Never doubt in your mind that they make a huge difference.
For more general protection, I suggest eating garlic if it does not rip your digestion to shreds like it does to me. I love garlic and it hates me. Strangely I can eat plenty of onions, which also have the same vampire-repelling effect. Hanging garlic or solar herbs by your windows and doors can stop vampires from entering and staying in your house. I wish vampires of the etheric revenant sort needed permission to enter a building — in my experience, they do not.
Vinegar is always your friend when it comes to battling any kind of night or day terror. Vinegar scrambles the etheric bodies of vampires and demonic manifestations from the lower astral, though it has little to no effect of any divine or divinely-helped being, such as the detached etheric body of a recently dead person visiting their living relatives before the Second Death. Leaving several bowls of vinegar near your sleeping area to evaporate while you sleep squelches vampiric and demonic interference.
Weighted blankets are excellent for preventing etheric mischief. Sleeping underneath a glass bead filled blanket makes you into the equivalent of a burrito wrapped in shattered glass: tasty underneath but not worth the pain of the bite. Glass is an etheric insulator and can protect you from various energy plane assaults.
For the skeptics still reading this, my hat is off to you because I would have presumed you would have thrown your tablet or phone across the room by now. Keep in mind I was an atheist ten short years ago and I get where you are coming from. “Where’s the proof?” you ask, and you do not understand that I just gave you all the tools to get it for yourself. Dismiss this information at your own peril and copious laziness. Vampires are lurking everywhere!
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