There are no vampires in Israel 14/4/02

 

 

 

If a vampire were to walk the streets of any major city or town in Israel, he would be flabbergasted, astounded, and disappointed beyond belief.� Let us assume such a vampire, let's call him Marius, had been made a vampire not long after the death of Augustus Creaser.� Marius then would be well acquainted with the region, and most likely would refer to it as Judia.

 

If Marius decided to pay tribute to the remains of the once great temple he had beheld in Jerusalem, he would be downtrodden and depressed by the trip in these days.� Our friend Marius, with his Dark Gifts, could drink in the thoughts and general feeling of the place around him.� He also would need prey to feast on in the night.� In both of these capacities Marius would be devastated by the current condition within Judia.

 

On a particular night Marius may leave his comfortable palace in Greece and fly over to Tel-Aviv (NOT on a plane) and then thrash about in Tel-Aviv for a while drinking in the beautifully well-lit city.� But once there he would reach the conclusion that he doesn't care for the Aura around him in Tel-Aviv � it is far too bitter and sarcastic a place for his regal fancy, he would decide to run over to Jerusalem and pay homage to the ancient temple that still somewhat stands.� Whilst running through the Judean hills our friend Marius would probably reflect upon the old grandeur of the Temple and marvel at how much of it has survived over the countless years and numerous wars of which it has survived.� He would then laugh to him self about how many times that disgusting city Jerusalem had been stormed as compared to his lovely home Rome.� He would be laughing at the irony of the people of Abraham and in the laughter end with a bitter sob for their never ending plight as the self made paschal lamb.� He then would slow his pace nearing Jerusalem, and out of hunger from all the travels he had just done, find a Palestinian youth nearing the age of 20 upon which to feast.� You see, our friend Marius does not like the taste of the Judeans.� He never has.� Palestinians, on the other hand, have a more Chocolaty ring to there blood that sits well with his palate.

 

Marius would reflect during the moment of the youth's passing upon his first Arab feast all so many nights ago.� He would then finish his course up mount Zion and to the Western Wall.� Once there he would move in such a way as to avoid the detection of the eyes of the modern Judean guards.� Standing before the great wall Marius would survey it from the last time he had come across the thing.� He would note the differences and the false stones placed their by the new Judean Government.� At this moment a very curios and uncomfortable sensation would strike him.�

 

Marius, having now stopped his motion and just absorbed, was also absorbing the thoughts of those around him unconsciously.� He would be hearing and feeling what was going on in the Religious Judeans surrounding him.� What he would feel would be hopeless despair, faith mingled with bitterness, naïve hope muddled with disbelief, and a whole number of other mature human sensations.� He would detest these feelings very much and his mind would wonder to what his next incursion would be, once he had left Judea.�

 

However, vampires do not leave at the first pang of discomfort.� In fact, they cherish such feelings very much, especially older ones like our fried Marius.� Marius would drink in the thoughts now consciously and try to comprehend what was generating such seemingly contradictory emotions in these solemn and brace believers.

 

Marius, in his ancient wisdom, is of course, thoroughly versed in all forms of religion and mysticism, and so would avoid all factual thoughts and rather concentrate on their MEANING and application in this time.� Such thoughts are the fascination of the ancient being.� What Marius would find would be darker than the nightmare's of ancient man.� In their thoughts Marius sees visions of concentration camps, fears that these visions will once again be a reality.� He would see in others defiance again an unseen wave of frustration and condemnation that they projected onto themselves from the outside world.� For a moment Marius will pull away from the immediate thoughts and search the outside world or such feelings.� He will find them, but they will not be as strong as the Judeans project.�

 

Having done this he will then zero in on one man completely, he so deeply buried in his prayers he will have� taken no notice of anyone around for as long as Marius was standing there, which has already been an hour.� In this mind he sees the full text of the ancient writings of the Judeans, which he knows himself and thus ignores, but he is very impressed that it is all there, memorized to perfection.� He will further feel inside the mind of this Judean � feeling anxieties and stresses, all very strongly on the edges of his consciousness, everything temporal being pushed away from the central concentration of this mind, all channeled away by this meditative prayer that this man is enwrapped in.� As Marius probes further he sees that this man is an old Rabbi, his origins lie in Germania.� Marius passes through the veil of thoughts being projected and directly into the meditation.� The images and consciousness there are so strong that they even overwhelm the vampire's senses, and Marius for a very brief and enjoyable moment, looses all sense of self.

 

What he sees is only Hebrew letters, which naturally he understands, written in a stange and unfamiliar darkness in a kind of white fire.� The fire actually frightens Marius in the smallest way, and he reflects for a moment upon old pagan rights into which as a boy he was initiated at Rome.� Marius then feels the two presences, one very small, yet very concentrated, the other very large and dispersed, yet overwhelming.�

 

'Welcome, Dark one', says the Rabbi

 

Marius notes that the consciousness of this man is remarkably similar to that of a mature vampire without the obsession for blood deeply ingrained within.

 

'Marius' comes another voice which sounds oddly indistinct, 'I am the Lord your God, the True God, the God of Avraham, and of Yitzhak, and of Ya'acov'

 

Marius is totally astounded by this vision and holds onto it, he decides, for a few more moments.

 

'Here me this day Marius, for amongst my Dark Children you are my chosen one, with whom I shall make a new Dark Race with my covenant'

 

An intrigued yet unaffected Marius says 'And what do you wish of me, oh Lord of the Judeans?'

 

'Marius, you will be my prophet amongst those who posses the Dark Gift.� I give you this day true immortal life, with which to continue on your path of creation; in exchange I wish for you to banish all vampires from this land, in which only you may dwell.� Cast them out, and teach them that they may never dwell within the borders of the Judean land, and if they may attempt so, you shall smite them.� This, so that all Dark Ones may know, that I am the Lord thy God, and these are my people Israel'

 

Marius, amused, and unclear as to whether this is just the elaborate imagination of the Rabbi, or indeed the Great One, breaks away from this man's mind.

 

 

And so our friend Marius will have felt what most of us feel in these times, this thinly veiled darkness of mind in which I believe most the people Israel are currently undergoing.� It is with us for a number of reasons, most of them the despair over the current situation, and the knowledge that it won't be getting better anytime soon.� And perhaps, in those who are really true to themselves, the realization that as wholehearted Jews we may never actually have the normal, 'healthy' existence of the Goyyim, of which so many of our hearts long. Heavy is the task of being God's chosen, yet great are the rewards.