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The night crept over new orleans like a soft fog of cooling air, and left me sitting
in my soft chair nursing an irish coffee, smoking the dregs of a new reefer. Chilling, as the night air cools even more, and the cooler behind me is cooling a new bottle of Faux Red. Faux Red made by myself, due to the lessons of a master in the alchemy of blood. And so whilst my corpse cold cadaver coolened in the crisp night air, I considered what to do in a case where such a band disappears.
Then i remembered the shared course i had done with my room mate, and so my personal power bundled to his, could be the magickal prowess in production that partakes of enough power to be possible. That thought through this time may just lead to a variety of different things.
The dutch ancient progenitor of blood becoming ice, demanding blood thought things through himself.. He knew also, that he had the support of what ancient progenitor lord vampire was awake at that time so that his power would be recognised and acknowledged before it became inevitably true.
Yeti f such lords and ladies braved the night still was a question of worth as well as the question of their willingness to wake. Or lack thereof……
That which had caused this considered the contraption of lines in time that they had unleashed around their homicile. The nature of the crime such it affected the nature of spiritual life for decades in the negative and in a way they agreed that they should suffer. That deep down in their own base natures a beast had become evident that decried the existance it had and had lashed out, at those that agreed with such. Not seeing the similarities.
And so a reckless bid for power vibrated through the super strings in the night air. A stretching and bending that belied creative arts being at ease with it’s supported influence, preferably from a real muse.
A vortex of cold deceptive whirling energies arose out off the power bid of the three vampires, in two attempts. Two blue white presences, bathing in cold magickal power, called the corners and then the lbrp and the brh were done, to banish using names of God. Blasting ARARITA The astral crackling with power as the cone of hogh agick met the ancient machinations of a master mind in evil.
The white red spectre of the astral vampire exclaimed one thing, “For the band!”
Us other two recognised these words, and answered with “We are trying to do the same thing.” And together they desisted from ongoing magickal war.
The two bastions of energetic charge met and formed a united front against the barbarism of the event that had galvanised them into action. The ancient lord asking us where they had gotten such powerful magicks, we responded with the course we are taking still. The ancient vampire responded “Ever try any time magick?...”
High, in a more etheric sphere, a group of entities had gathered.. The most prominent being Ogoun. Who through his station as a warrior tregarded the disappearance of Rockbitch as a worthy reason to frown on the situation, sharing in spirit something with the ladies involved. And so within voudon, a force existed that was tall and true, who would help the intrepid heroes if they but knew.
They gathered at the mages’ appartment and sat down and with a map of the area depicting where they may need to go and a pendulum to help find out where, deduced a general area near Jackson’s square where a cold energy had been already kn own to exist.. one that sank into your spinal cords and chilled out beyond the bone. One that spelled Death. The shapeshifter of the three went into trance to find out more and saw a masked group with whips and women chained, half naked, to a metal pole Rockbitch, one of the women shouting out against her captors to “Go to hell!”
The shifter came out off his trance and said that they where not dead.. that also assumed dead they had been chained in a cellar in the general area where the pendulum had shown to go. At that the vampie opened up his leather coat and took out a small plastic bottle and poppin’ it open, drank what looked a little like some blue sportsdrink and sighed a little. “The night has become too uneasy for me soon.. I will need to really rest longer than would be useful.” Went he,
in my soft chair nursing an irish coffee, smoking the dregs of a new reefer. Chilling, as the night air cools even more, and the cooler behind me is cooling a new bottle of Faux Red. Faux Red made by myself, due to the lessons of a master in the alchemy of blood. And so whilst my corpse cold cadaver coolened in the crisp night air, I considered what to do in a case where such a band disappears.
Then i remembered the shared course i had done with my room mate, and so my personal power bundled to his, could be the magickal prowess in production that partakes of enough power to be possible. That thought through this time may just lead to a variety of different things.
The dutch ancient progenitor of blood becoming ice, demanding blood thought things through himself.. He knew also, that he had the support of what ancient progenitor lord vampire was awake at that time so that his power would be recognised and acknowledged before it became inevitably true.
Yeti f such lords and ladies braved the night still was a question of worth as well as the question of their willingness to wake. Or lack thereof……
That which had caused this considered the contraption of lines in time that they had unleashed around their homicile. The nature of the crime such it affected the nature of spiritual life for decades in the negative and in a way they agreed that they should suffer. That deep down in their own base natures a beast had become evident that decried the existance it had and had lashed out, at those that agreed with such. Not seeing the similarities.
And so a reckless bid for power vibrated through the super strings in the night air. A stretching and bending that belied creative arts being at ease with it’s supported influence, preferably from a real muse.
A vortex of cold deceptive whirling energies arose out off the power bid of the three vampires, in two attempts. Two blue white presences, bathing in cold magickal power, called the corners and then the lbrp and the brh were done, to banish using names of God. Blasting ARARITA The astral crackling with power as the cone of hogh agick met the ancient machinations of a master mind in evil.
The white red spectre of the astral vampire exclaimed one thing, “For the band!”
Us other two recognised these words, and answered with “We are trying to do the same thing.” And together they desisted from ongoing magickal war.
The two bastions of energetic charge met and formed a united front against the barbarism of the event that had galvanised them into action. The ancient lord asking us where they had gotten such powerful magicks, we responded with the course we are taking still. The ancient vampire responded “Ever try any time magick?...”
High, in a more etheric sphere, a group of entities had gathered.. The most prominent being Ogoun. Who through his station as a warrior tregarded the disappearance of Rockbitch as a worthy reason to frown on the situation, sharing in spirit something with the ladies involved. And so within voudon, a force existed that was tall and true, who would help the intrepid heroes if they but knew.
They gathered at the mages’ appartment and sat down and with a map of the area depicting where they may need to go and a pendulum to help find out where, deduced a general area near Jackson’s square where a cold energy had been already kn own to exist.. one that sank into your spinal cords and chilled out beyond the bone. One that spelled Death. The shapeshifter of the three went into trance to find out more and saw a masked group with whips and women chained, half naked, to a metal pole Rockbitch, one of the women shouting out against her captors to “Go to hell!”
The shifter came out off his trance and said that they where not dead.. that also assumed dead they had been chained in a cellar in the general area where the pendulum had shown to go. At that the vampie opened up his leather coat and took out a small plastic bottle and poppin’ it open, drank what looked a little like some blue sportsdrink and sighed a little. “The night has become too uneasy for me soon.. I will need to really rest longer than would be useful.” Went he,