When I started writing this blog in November 2014, I didn't know what to write about. I was concerned about being restricted to one type of subject matter, like tales from my life, or politics, or commentary on society, television, or any number of possible windows in a large house.
I settled on the practice of writing about whatever I felt like writing about. It's my blog, so what the fuck. I see people on cable news, sometimes, described as writing "a political blog." I assume these people stick to political matters, a multivalent subject I've played with myself, as is evident from reading One Damned Thing After Another, but just writing about politics or any one subject would sour my desire to maintain this.
My overall technique in this blog evolved from a writing style I've developed over decades. I started writing fiction when I was eight years old. My first attempt at a novel, written in 1972, takes place during World War Two; my second attempt, a lost manuscript, had something to do with a man who could literally turn himself inside out, making him a red nasty mess who couldn't help terrifying people, even though he wasn't malicious. As with a werewolf, my character, Regurgo (as in regurgitate), couldn't help transforming at certain times. I wrote a werewolf story around this time, too, after seeing the Lon Chaney, Jr. film, The Wolf Man, which scared the shit out of me and gave me nightmares.
My mind plays with fictions, seeing how human beings use their beliefs to interpret reality. I regard belief systems as fictitious worlds people inhabit, filling in the spaces they can't see with productions of their own imaginations, often influenced by traditional thought patterns inherited from parents and society's agreed upon sets of viewpoints. Does God exist? I have no idea. I don't feel put out, or damned, by that lack of knowing. Do werewolves exist? Zombies? As metaphorical constructs, they do exist. People and numerous animals are, and have been, affected by lunar phases. Coming back from the dead? Jesus is alleged to have done that, right?
Have you encountered people who leach energy from you? Are they vampires? I was on a radio show in 2000 with a woman who claimed to be a vampire; not the blood-drinking kind, but an energy-user. She said some vampires take energy from people and give nothing back. She wasn't like that. She used someone's energy, but gave some back in return. I didn't really believe her (note the word believe) until she accidentally (?) passed her middle finger across my jeans-covered thigh. I felt a strange surge of energy through my leg that lasted several seconds. She accompanied this with a glance, making eye contact with me long enough to cement my sense of something freaky going on.
Believing alters reality perception, although what's real usually yields just so much to our imaginations. Vatican City, with all its magnificent stone and statues, has solidified the Roman Catholic belief system established at the Council of Nicaea in A.D. 325. We don't know everything, but once the revelations need to be set in stone for preservation's sake, structures are built to preserve the ideas. Those receiving revelation, whether the rare prophet or the fairly common creative artist, may still break through with wild ideas not glued shut by established belief systems.
Applying these ideas on our beliefs and how important they are to us, can teach us a lot about contemporary and historical events, as well as politics (the office kind as well as the macro-type played out on the news every day).
Vic Neptune
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