Inspired by Anne Rice.
This is life—not a gospel ;)
Dear readers, beneath the velvet shroud of night. Allow me to weave the words of this intriguing missive into the elegant cadence befitting an immortal creature of shadow, one who sips from the chalice of eternity and muses upon the fleeting desires of the soul. 🧛♀️
"The master of your desire casts no reflection in the mirror."
The flame is alight, yet it offers no sanctuary for life—it is, instead, a beguiling instrument in this grand masquerade.
How curious… not long ago, as rain draped the world in melancholy, my lofty apartment was swathed in clouds, our upper floors veiled as if conjured from the eerie mists of that fabled game ‘Silent Hill’
From my perch, the distant lights of the street flickered faintly, like whispers of a dream.
<<And then—ring—a call pierced the silence, one of those enigmatic summons that leaves you pondering:
“Is it a friend inflamed by passion, adrift in loneliness, or teetering on the edge of peril?”
In that moment, I mused, “No, no friend of yours, no matter how ardent, would dare summon you thus—they know your razor-sharp wit would cut through their fervor with a single icy quip.” Thus, I narrowed the possibilities to two, my curiosity piqued.>>
At times, there comes an ‘invitation’—a near-sacramental offering, cloaked in mystery.
These are not courtesies that beg your consent to manifest—The difference lies in how you receive them:
To ‘swallow’ them is simplicity itself, bypassing the labor of discernment.
To ‘digest’ them demands a critical mind, a willingness to chew through their essence.
Have you ever pondered whether the truths you hold absolute might, in fact, be poison? 😒
What if you ceased seeking permission to “think”? 😼
Permit me to unveil a truth you may shrink from, yet fear not—I shall guide you to a shadowed field, where temptation glimmers but does not ensnare.
You will stand close, yet not cross that threshold; you will gaze upon desire’s visage.
To brush against pleasure is often more exquisite than surrendering to it, less ephemeral in its allure.
When have you last craved to devour something so delectable it stirs the soul? 🩸😏
For me, the targets on my radar are but pieces in a grand game—none yet have tempted me to taste in earnest.
Hush now, and do not repeat: 🤫
“There is something within you—dust and shadow.”
I shall not lead you to evil, nor pluck you from heaven.
I shall merely hold a mirror before you, that you might behold yourself amid the chaos or struggle.
There, in that liminal space, you reside—between light and dark, you exist.
You need not be slave or worshipper; you need only embrace the raw, unvarnished truth of who you are, though it stings.
I vow, it will set you free 😏
In the tapestry of Anne Rice’s “Interview with the Vampire”, I find a mirror to my musings—an entity opposed to humanity yet pulsing with life. 🔥
The truest pleasure lies along that blurred line between worlds 🫦
Curiously, both the immortal vampire and the mortal human dissolve into dust in the end.
Yet time alters all:
* For the vampire, light is a fatal kiss, instead, it is preferable to offer them in the eternity.
* For the human, light is life’s breath, though time itself pronounces their doom.
This week, I etched a new philosophy into my eternal tome:
“It is not Hell if you like the way it burns.”
My darlings, do not attempt to tame a wolf—it will never be a pet.
To leash wild desire is to invite its fangs to pierce your soul.
Poison, after all, is a matter of dose… and delivery 🩸🍷
Desire is not the foe🔥
The peril lies not in yearning, but in being swept away by it unawares.
The slave to their impulses—their pleasures, their thirst—does not choose; they merely react. 😒
They believe themselves free, claiming to “do as they please,” yet they are but puppets to their desires.
A sheep cloaked in a wolf’s guise.
Oh, darling, whim is not liberty 💋
The center is not indecision. 🌗
It is awareness.
To stand at the center is not to dull your fire, but to govern its intensity.
You neither repress, like devotees of the light, nor enslave yourself, like acolytes of the abyss.
You seize both poles—gazing upon the dark, the taboo, the wild—and elevate them through choice, not submission or divine retribution.
To be conscious is not to smother instinct.
It is to know when to feed it, when to challenge it, when to let it roar without fear—and when to bide your time 🐀🪤
Oh, free will—the grand human dilemma of control, attainable only through awareness, when you silence the autopilot and reclaim the manual reins.
Old school, indeed.
Plsss… When have you seen a wolf dine on mice? 💋🐺
I am not free because I do as I wish; I am free when I comprehend why I might, when I stand before temptation and choose—knowing fully what I seek to experience.
Dear readers, I have told you a thousand times: there are no victims in this game.
If any exist, they are victims of their own choices.
Enough with the drama 😮💨
Gossip Sesh? I don’t think so… A Whispered Tale:
Once, a friend of mine languished, tormented by what he called “demons.”
His life revolved around the Christian faith, where he found solace.
Today, I believe he may be a priest, or something akin.
I, for one, place no stock in religions.
I suspect any institution or notion of liberty, once profound, has been twisted to serve those wielding greater power than you or I, communing in this fleeting moment…
I prefer to keep my distance from such matters, not out of fear as the myths might proclaim, but because the weight of countless years has revealed to me that they are the dwelling place of hypocrisy and mind control…
This night, I awoke with a new maxim:
“Offline is a luxury in the age of infinite scroll.
To be a melody amid the noise—a rare feat in these times.
Time is your own currency my dear human… seek peace.”
Perhaps we all harbor demons—I could talk about myself 😈
I believe they feed on your vitality—your insecurities, the product of inner work you’ve entrusted to distractions, to the fleeting external.
To discern those who drain you should be everyone’s creed—to understand you cannot reshape the world, only embrace yourself as you are.
Never deem desire the villain or the hero; it is your consciousness that binds you to one side of this duality.
Peace can be found anywhere—religion, philosophy, a glass of whisky, a terrace, even my secluded haven inside the forest and jungle when I shun the world—so long as it is chosen, not imposed.
If your peace hinges on an institution or being beyond yourself, it is power disguised as faith.
But if your peace springs from your own awareness, dear reader, none can wrest it from you—though it demands daily labor, a dance of decision and consequence.
Put a mirror in front of you in the dark, there you are, your savage, use your reason and work on it.
Me? I laugh, playing this eternal game of Monopoly 🥃😏
Good night!
Farewell, Bye now! 📞💋
