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Hello all Friends of the Underworld. My name is Nocturnus aka Lorcan. It is my hope that this page will help all who seek knowledge of the Vampiric lifestyle find it....
In the face of the recent current events in the world, I would like
to offer this conversation between Marius and Armand. Marius is explaining
to Armand his loss of optimism in Humankind in the present day. "If you have men who will exclude any of god's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity,you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow man"-St.Francis of Assisi "Like the paradox of good and evil. We
find Beauty in Emptiness. Tragedy,Sorrow,Death...All manifestations of "Emptiness". We do not quest for
Death,or cry "woe betide"...We endure with sterile fascination the bleakness of a world void of meaning.
In that void back in upon ourselves..Catharsis if you will. Like bats we love all that is dark,but not
because it is "Dark", but for it's Void. We also do not find it necessary to expound on the benefits of
"Evil". I personally have no use for people who have no Virtue and are Self Serving."-L.Campell "You are the temple, make & choose your own path.
Follow, lead, explore, inspire, feed, create, love, provide, dance, honor & pleasure."-Father "Sebastian" Todd
"Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden...Watching them pass like clouds in the sky...Try to cry out in the heat of the moment, Possessed by a fury that burns from inside."-Joy division,"The Eternal"
More Food For Thought~
The more things change the more they stay the same. It is evident
there is no clear cut answer.
Oh, why did I deceive myself for so long? Did I not see those Russian
grasslands, those burnt cities.Why, all Europe might have fallen to Genghis
Khan. Think of the great English Cathedrals torn down to rubble by the arrogant
King Henry.
Think of the books of the Mayas heaved into the flames by the Spanish
priests. Incas, Aztecs,Olmec - peoples of all nations ground to oblivion
--.
horrors, horrors upon horrors, and it always was, and I can
pretend no longer. When I see millions gassed to death for the whims of an
Austrian madman, when I see whole African tribes massacred till the rivers
are stuffed with their bloated bodies, when I see rank starvation claim whole
countries in an age of gluttonous plenty, I can believe all these platitudes
no more.
I don't know what single event it was that destroyed my self-deception.
I don't know what horror it was that ripped the mask from my lies. Was it
the millions who starved in the Ukraine, imprisoned in it by their own dictator,
or the thousands after who died from the nuclear poisoning spewing into the
skies over the grasslands, unprotected by the same governing powers who had
starved them before? Was it the monasteries of noble Nepal, citadels of meditation
and grace that had stood for thousands of years, older even than myself and
all my philosophy, destroyed by an army of greedy grasping militarists who
waged war without quarter upon the monks in their saffron robes, and priceless
books which they heaved into the fire, and ancient bells which they melted
down no more to call the gentle to prayer? And this, with in two decades
of this very hour, while the nations of the West danced in their discos and
swilled their liquor, lamenting in casual tones for the poor sad fate of
the distant Dalai Lama, and turning the television dial.
I don't know what it was. Perhaps it was all the millions -- Chinese,
Japanese, Cambodian, Hebrew, Ukrainian, Polish, Russian, Kurdish, oh God,
the litany goes on without end. I have no faith, I have no optimism,I have
no firm conviction in the ways of reason or ethics. I have no reproof for
you as you stand on the Cathedral steps with your arms out to your all-knowing
and all perfect God.
I know nothing, because I know too much, and under-stand not nearly
enough and never will. But this you taught me as much as any other I've ever
known, that love is necessary, as much as rain to the flowers, and food to
the hungry child, and blood to the starving thirsting predators and scavengers
that we are. Love we need, and love can make us forget and forgive all savagery,
as perhaps nothing else.--- The Vampire Armand, Anne Rice: Anne Rice ~ Vampire Fan Club
Some food for thought:
"Long before a thermonuclear war can come about we have had to first lay waste to our own sanity"-R.D.Laing
The Perpetual Mind Intercourse Part I
The Perpetual Mind Intercourse Part II
The Perpetual Mind Intercourse Part III
The Perpetual Mind Intercourse Part IV
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