My attraction to these subliminal archetypes has always been prevalent, they remain so interwoven (and necessary) part of popular culture and (our contemporary as well as old) folklore.
It started when I was around 8 or 9 years, and my lunar/sexual energies were raised. I had an attraction to vampires, my need to find a real one made me write my desire on pieces of paper that were thrown out the window, into the moonlit night (only to be discovered by my very confused parents as they were tending the garden the next day).
Then in my youth years, my encounters were of astral spirits of the night of such disposal. Only in the later years have I truly been in bed with one in the physical sense. On my many travels in the Occult realms I came across all sorts, one night I thought I had literally “bitten off more than I can chew” with a slight difference, I wasn’t the one doing the biting!
Vampires are supernaturally seductive. Death isn't guaranteed. Blood loss is. That's a vampire's thing. If she drained me enough and I was… good enough… she'd convert me. If not, I'd die. If she doesn't drain me… her seductive nature and powers leave me with an amazing experience.
Fangs white and menacing triggers fear in the human psyche, but I get a feeling of calm and sensual kinship. These kinds of dentures are by nature designed to rip and tear flesh. Feeling a set of perfect sharp fangs grip my throat, symbolically millimeters away from severing my life running through the blood in my arteries, and at the same time, in an astral way feeling my life-force and energies being drained, caused a momentary rush of excitement as thrill-seekers get. But this? Unless you knew what you were doing you would be, as they say, in dire straits or as I like to define it, up shit’s creek without a paddle!
The fangs sink even deeper. My kundalini rises and I pull energies that take the vampire latched onto my throat by surprise. I rush the alchemical fire through her and me. The energy goes back and forth through our bodies. One flowing with the energy and light of an up and coming magus, the other, the predator vampire, she feeds off the blood and light of others.
We are in symbiosis at this moment. Although she is used to skimming the energies of the average person, this is complete combustion. She gets bold. Sexual energy and alchemical fire are now at its climax. My back muscles flex. It is an act of surrendering of the flesh, but not of the spirit. The spirit triumphs as alchemical fire are turned into an even higher level of energy, as she gently releases her grip. The rest is history.
For 24 hours my severe bruises are visible. They should take weeks to heal but somehow magically disappear one solar revolution later. I never saw this delightful creature again, but something happened to me that night, something that remains with me till this very day.
ii-wy em Hotep - Patrick Gaffiero