I wasn't always this colour.....and neither were you. A lot of mythos tends to miss that little fact about vampires....vetala. Anne Rice is probably to blame, or Hollywood, I'm not sure. Having lived the span of this earth's cycle, and having been so many different people at so many different periods of history, it becomes an overlooked fact. But it's true. Sanguivores, lycanthropes, vetala, mummies, other zombies, nosferatu in general, there is a differentiation, one that the Nazis would balk at the world knowing. Nomadic gypsy tribes, the diaspora, there are more and they all add up to the same thing. A vampire's bloodlust has nothing to do with a biological parent, but everything to do with its maker. Unless you were born a vampire/vetala hybrid. This is part of my curse, man's fear, distrust and loathing of my kind being the second half of it. Living in shadows, jumping from body to body, having the three powers of prophets and martyrs the world over, yet being nondescript enough to hopefully not be detected. To be portrayed as an animal and not the noble, angelic, magnificent creature our kind is is bad enough. It makes you wish you could die, walk into the sun, but sadly.............they just never get it right!!! Psycho-babble, psych profilers, the homophobic, the xenophobic, the meterophobic, phobics in general, an overused cliche but they fear what they don't understand, the comedian, the monkey on the stage, a bloodbag with a need for popularity, petrified at the prospect of being outed for the frauds that they are by us! They always pick on the misunderstood, if they can't understand it, they must get rid of it. Pots calling kettles black....just because we were here first! The prototype's prototype, despised by their almighty 'God', forced to feed sporadically, to dwell in obscurity, the confines of society so rigid that the helium we breathe sours. Is it fair? We are omnisexual, sometimes seeking solice, sanctuary......serenity in our own cosmic, mystic goop to such a point that there can be no more vivicide, but tolerance for all........and what is gained in return? False accusations of deviant sexual paraphilias? There is no need for humans on this so-called planet of puke, yet we, the real shadows, must accept the melancholia attached to our timeless existence, in-fighting from the four-layered skinjobs, from the fibre-obsessed, from female lost causes, from the transferred moors of a planet so caught up in its minutia of hypocrasy, not happenstance, that we must hide in nests, some of us rogue, alone, left to blow in the wind, to live like maroons or mountain men with our mysticism, like Native American medicine men or witch doctors of long forgotten Sumerian or other long-forgotten tribes....a subspecies....misunderstood, despised, metaphors for misjudgment, stuck in mediocrity, man's arrogant assumption of our sub-human, hominid nature. Ironic since we gave birth to every sensation man was inspired to conceive over the past fifteen some-odd centuries. The Nayati, lone wolves running from the sun, man's misguided metaphor for life, Apollo was a destroyer, they all fail to see this. Our sun? Oort. Not by choice, but necessity for all of man's ignorance of our true power. There must be a better way, there must be escape from this mortal jail called Earth, this mortal coil named 'humanity' that everyone pretends to uphold. Man will never outgrow his infantile self in any culture, man is the only true animal, this is true, Mark Twain, among others, know the light, have seen the light........why? Because he, like us, is legion, he, like us, is nosferatu........he, like us, is.............forever! Pop culture icons will fade and die, be immortalized by the teeming masses, but the posthumous, my kind, shall live on.....immortality is not a gift, it is God's ugly, stupid, twisted, cosmic joke on the angels, the reapers, the symbols of snakes and scorpions alike, these are my thoughts, my memoirs and I am Vetala!
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