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We said hi and shook hands, then sat on a bench next
to Homer Bledell (1888-1972). Ned was silent. I couldn’t
think of a damn thing to say.
“Uh… do you drink blood?” tripped
out of me, finally.
“No.” He was indulgently polite.
“Why are you here? I mean, you know, on earth?”
“I don’t really know” he said softly,
“whether its to pay for karmic problems…
or to really help people… or whether I’m
just here to… do a job.”
“Like what?”
He thought. “Telling people about it.”
A pause. “That there is a door. When you die,
the white light is seductive. You must not go to the
light.”
This surprised me. “Why?”
A pause. “Not yet. We’ll get there.”
Ned emits his words slowly and deeply with lots of
spaces and some vague, stirring accent I still can’t
figure out.
I looked back at the car. Tricks was hidden from view,
but his feet flopped out of a window. His Doc Martin
skull studs shined in the moonlight. I assumed he had
fallen asleep.
“Is there a good living in being a vampire?”
I said when I turned back to Ned. “Do you have,
like, group insurance?”
He didn’t smile. “Don’t waste time.”
“Okay.” Mamma mia. “So — what
makes a vampire a vampire?”
Ned looked off for a minute, at least. Then, softly,
“It’s the fact that you realize… that
every second of every moment of each human’s life
is… a scam.”
“A ‘scam’? How? What do you mean?”
“There are steps to becoming a vampire. Start
with a disillusioned kid looking for answers. Turning
away from parents and Jesus and finding similar souls.
Experimenting with the profound medicines — hallucinogenics
— which they call ‘drugs’”.
Ned stopped talking. He looked at me, inexplicably
sad. I met his eyes, non-plussed.
He broke the gaze, and went on. “LSD was created
in 1943 by a Swiss chemist, Albert Hoffman. Its original
purpose was not trivial; it was to explore consciousness.
The right student — who takes it thoughtlessly
— finds, nonetheless, other realities. Many times
with an Adept.”
I opened my yap to ask the next obvious question, but
he put up his hand. He seemed to be sliding into a trance.
“An ‘Adept’ is someone who has been
through the process and remembers it, maintaining knowledge
through various lifetimes. When people travel (trip)
in groups, an Adept is sometimes among them.”
“Do these ‘groups’ know that the,
um, ‘journey’ is for serious purposes and
not for recreation?”
“No. Most of them would be terrified. People
are blind, tragically, to the powers of their own minds.
The Adept will infiltrate the awareness of the right
people and guide their experience… out. Out of
our suffocating causal plane, through a portal, to awareness.”
“So is the Adept recruiting??”
“Yes.” Ned seemed relieved that Lowbrow
here had figured something out. “When the ‘student’
is in the right altered state, “ he continued,
“the Adept does two things. First, he amends the
bloodstream so that the pineal gland can function better
as both receiver and transmitter. Then… he transfers
information. It would take a million lifetimes to transfer
by word that which takes one second by telepathic images.”
“You mean like when a Buddhist lama makes a ‘transmittal’
to his successor?”
“Yes. And society has no problem with that concept.
Or with the concept of a Catholic exorcist. It is madness
that our ways are considered absurd.”
“So what happens after the transfer?”
“The information might lie latent, but he will
change. He’ll feel a calling to darkness. He will
release his preconceptions. And when its time to pass,
he’ll know exactly what to do.”
TIME OUT. Attention, please. Here comes the really
good stuff. I’m going to prune, paraphrase and
condense it, (with regret) because our whorling (that’s
an ‘l’, not an ‘e’) conversation
spun out until dawn.
When you die, the siren call of the ‘white light’
is a false and dangerous lure, like a beautiful plant
that draws an insect to its doom. It can be seen as
a ‘default’ position; if you have not made
the right mental preparations, you will be seduced.
The white light sucks you up and throws your soul back
to Limbo. You are then in a universal pool, waiting
to be pulled, at random, for re-birth, again and again
— endless loops of toil and pain.
A word about ‘light’. ‘Light’
is what religions and philosophies are based on. It
has our highest value, yet that value was hatched by
the human mind. It was not bestowed by a Higher Power.
‘Light’ is a narcissistic conceit. It is
out of step with the rest of existence.
And does light serve us? The vampire has tried on religions
through lifetimes and has found them lacking. They are
control cells. Scams to scare sheep.
Life on earth is mostly fear, stress and loss. If God
is All-Powerful Light, Love and Goodness, why is this
true? The ‘free will’ thing? ‘Free
will’ to destroy ourselves for His sadistic fun?
Why does Satan, all Darkness and Hate, have the run
of our playground? If we have to be on guard every second
of our life for Satan’s claws, wouldn’t
that mean he has more sway than God? Even if he only
has equal sovereignty over human emotion, what is to
say that he’s not God?
Life is not so madly fabulous that we pray for something
bad to happen. Au contraire.
Good, dark, pain, light, happiness, suffering, lust,
compassion, murder, rage — the secret is that
it’s all of a piece. The duality of God and Satan
is a lie. They are one. They are us.
This truth is hidden by being hugely obvious. We don’t
need Buddha, Jesus or any middleman. We are God. We
are all things horrible and transcended. We must embrace
it all.
Earth is under siege by ‘off-world’ (alien)
beings. We are held captive, hostage to this planet.
(A whollllle other column…)
We are, naturally, spirits unbound. We’re not
meant to have bodies. We are caught in these bodies
to work; plantation slaves for our oppressors’
amusement and gain.
We should be roaming the cosmos, blissful and free.
Look at us. With every generation, human beings, drowning
in light, mutate into inferior models.
Humans invented linear time, Chronos, by this light
and worship it as a god. Chronos functions to order
our servitude, yet we’ve chained ourselves to
it, good suicide bombers. Linear time is constructed
around a few planets spinning around a star, which is
a speck of dust, in a galaxy that is a speck of dust.
Beyond earth’s atmosphere, closer to the sun,
there’s only dark. A star is a ball of fire in
the darkness. If you can embrace that internal and external
darkness is the natural state of things, you’re
moving towards wisdom.
When you die you must by turn away from the light,
find the black hole and walk in. This is terrifying.
It takes great personal power to challenge the light.
Once blind in the dark you work your way, endlessly,
through a foul primordial sludge at the bottom of God’s
mind. The sludge is a pyramid, and eventually, you fight
your way up. By choosing to bear the darkness, you are
one with the beginning of all life. You transform from
a Son of Darkness into a genuine Bearer of Light. True
light.
“How?” I gasped, nearly impaling myself
on a small mausoleum. “And what is ‘true’
light?”
Ned pointed up to the grey and pink sky. Day was breaking.
“Well here’s the false light,” he
said, with a faint, wry smile. “I’m sorry,
but like all good vampires… I have to go.”
He stood and made a little bow.
“Ned! Wait! It seems that you may be a prophet,
but really, you’re not a ‘vampire’
at all.”
He took my hand. “That image is simply your imagination.”
He turned and made a path through the gravestones,
down a hill, then disappeared.
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