From "vampires" to "werewolves"

The above video should say it all.

Teens, like anyone of any age, are looking for acceptance. Their identities are growing, they want to be loved for who they are, but some just aren't popular. Our society places more importance on BEING important while it publishes articles here and there on how great it is for you to be you. I'm astonished at this, because I've just recently begun to see through the models with "perfect" figures, and can see the airbrushing and Photoshopping. No one has flawless skin!

We are all routinely told what is popular, what is good, what we should wear, what we should look like, how our bodies should be shaped. Those of us, like myself, who are naturally more...fleshy, shall we say...tend to become depressed when we fail to achieve the perfection that is expected of us.

Therefore, thanks to all this, children, teens, and adults tend to form their own cliques of outcasts when all attempts to "fit in" fail. We see ourselves as outsiders, misfits, etc, so why not just have our own groups of the like kind and be done with it? This is how we all find our acceptance, with like-minded groups of people.

I was always an outcast in school. I wasn't the adorable or cute little girly girl, or the feminine teen with perfect body, hair, and clothes. I'm "anti-girl", I don't always go for the really girly things and, to be honest, have never been comfortable around the more "girly" females. Heck, growing up, I loved my Jem and She-Ra toys as much as I loved watching Red Sonja and Conan! I was constantly reminded of my loser status in school. No matter how hard I tried, I never seemed to fit in. I chose clothing that was fashionable, spent hours practicing putting on makeup that I rarely ever wore, and tried so doggone hard to fit in with everyone else. I never succeeded, I only seemed to make things worse. Popular snobs are like wolves; they can smell blood from miles away. I was dogged up until the latter half of my senior year in high school.

In that latter half, I took my interests in and practices of the paranormal to a new high. I befriended a young man, I'll call him D, who was a warlock. We had a lot in common, much to the irritation of my then-boyfriend. I was so happy to find someone new, who thought much like I did, and was so eager to be accepted, that I swallowed the hook presented to me. I was special, I had gifts, I must be a natural witch. I believed it, and then I changed. I'd forsaken G-d when my mother passed away and went to church only because I had to. I left that church and sought out witchcraft.

I went through all the training I needed and made my way up the ladder, so to speak. I started out as a kind of apprentice, then became high priestess when I proved that my "powers" were stronger than any other in the coven. I was full, satiated, but I wanted more. I, who had longed to be accepted and seen as special, now believed I was, with all the power I desired at my disposal. Teens who see themselves as vampires or werewolves or whatever are buying into the thought that they are unusual and very special, and begin to believe they are actually what they call themselves. I fully bought into this deception, and it made me become a more fearful person. I mentioned in my other post that I've seen things that would make a normal person run screaming into oblivion. What I saw occurred during my training and then as a high priestess.

We are all special, but not to the one who seeks to destroy us. He'll lure us in, as he did me, with promises of power and whispers of "you're so special". I believed I was different because I was a "natural witch", which isn't true. I'm different because that's how I was created. The coven was a tightly-knit community of its own, and if you messed with one of us, you messed with ALL of us. We were all quick to defend each other should any outsider dare mock us.

Cliques make us feel special because we're with like-minded people, kindred spirits if you will. I have my own friends that I have more in common with than others, but I love all my friends for who they are. In a clique, the people themselves are exclusive to all others. The jocks scorn the nerds, the nerds scorn the Goths, the Goths scorn the jocks. It's a circle, a cycle. I have friends who are so different you wouldn't believe they had anything in common. We DO have one common love, the Messiah, and we are able to see Him in each other which is why we all love each other so dearly.

I'm concerned for the teens who believe themselves to be werewolves and vampires, or any other preternatural creature. They are looking for acceptance and not finding it and, what is worse, their parents encourage these activities or try to limit them, all because the parents themselves are naive in believing this is all harmless fun. Your child is different, yes, but needs boundaries and needs protection from the things that can harm him/her. By encouraging these teens in pretending they are a supernatural creature, parents are making things worse.

Parents need to do their research on what their children do, what their interests are. America is quickly accelerating towards a fully tolerant society, willing to accept and embrace anyone and everyone, including those who will murder in the name of their prophet or religion. This is a dangerous road to go down, because if we don't use discernment and wisdom, we fall into the traps set for us and will be devoured by what we chose to embrace. Walking among us is a lion, seeking whom he may devour, and we are throwing our children to him, willingly or not.

Vampires ARE real...in their own minds.

I used to love reading horror novels, especially anything that had to do with vampires. From L.J. Smith to Anne Rice, I devoured as many bloodsucker books as I could. Some were great, some I could have sworn were written by a ten-year-old. I used to think it was okay to read these books, especially any book with a touch of romance and destiny in it. Time has passed, and I have changed, as did my choice of reading material.

Had I known the doors I left opened, and what would come through, I would have burned every single tale of terror I owned, including what I myself was writing. I sought to expose the truth, that vampires aren’t cuddly, handsome creatures that (literally!) take our breath away. Rather, my vampires were demonically-controlled dead bodies, vengeful creatures that sought to rid the world of every human. They didn’t just consume blood, they consumed souls. Almost nothing would stop them, save for one heroic, quirky girl, modeled after myself of course. I saw everything in my head and strove to inscribe it on paper, in my own hand. I knew “vampires”, people who wore whiteface, dressed in black, and moped worse than a dog guilty of eating Mom’s designer shoes. Some would label them as "goth" but, the fact is, they truly believed they were immortal or, at the very least, about to become immortal.

It seems that the fascination with vampires has really taken off. I’ve seen books, movies, and TV shows dedicated to the fiends proliferate, especially since the "Twilight" book series. Leviticus 17:11 specifically states that because the life is in the blood, we are not to consume that blood. It’s something repeated throughout the Torah and yes, it includes rare hamburgers and steaks (a habit that took me a year to break).

Vampires were originally demonic spirits that terrorized people. Now they are romantic, handsome, beautiful beings worthy of our awe, because they are so much more powerful and wiser than we are. That power commands our awe, if we do not willingly give it. Nowadays, vampires are whatever we want them to be.

We may laugh and scoff at humans pretending they’re vampires, but the truth is that doors are being opened to dangerous spirits through this practice of blood consumption. The Body of Messiah routinely condemns, scorns, laughs at, and mocks "vampires" without the least bit of understanding what is REALLY going on. The facade of religion has blocked the eyes of Messiah's followers, making them believe that this is all really harmless or just plain silly. Get that "vampire" some mental help, will ya? I'm too busy.

Condemnation, mockery, and scorn will not help. We must teach these people that they cannot redeem themselves and achieve “eternal life” by giving their own blood, turning into a "vampire". All "vampires" will find willing victims, who have been lured by the romanticism portrayed in movies and books. This is, in essence, human sacrifice, only the sacrifice is WILLING! The truth of this matter is that there are people who sincerely believe they are immortal and cannot die, who draw in people who have immersed themselves in the romanticism of immortal beings as heroes. I knew one such person, who will remain nameless, who was physically assaulted because he was a “vampire”. Not only did he believe it, but so did his assailants! His wounds were completely, miraculously healed. I saw it with my own eyes, as did many other people. His burns and bruises literally shrank before our eyes, with one that covered his forearm disappearing completely by that evening! This person ended up attributing the healing to his “vampiric” powers. How terrible and sad that he would be so mixed up in this, that he would not see the hand of G-d on him, trying to draw this young man back to Him.

The above is just one example of how dangerous it is to play with vampirism, no matter how innocent it seems. The occult is like becoming addicted to cigarettes…at first, you think “Just one”, but that one becomes a second, third, fourth time and, before you know it, you’re hooked for what you think is life. Some never come out of it, others do, but with physical and emotional scars that take much time to heal. If you think that this whole “vampire” thing is just a fad, or still think it’s totally innocent, with just a few “crazies” who take it “too far”, I suggest you do the research yourself. No longer will this remain a subculture movement, but it will become fully mainstream and an acceptable “alternative” lifestyle. All we can do is spread the truth out, as it is our responsibility to do so.

I can say all this because I had once been heavily involved in the occult. I have seen things that would send normal people screaming into oblivion. I have performed rituals and cast spells that I'm not proud of. I justified my actions by saying "I'm not using human/animal blood, just my own". That doesn't make it okay. I knew witches and warlocks, myself being the high priestess of a local coven. What I have seen and have been privy to allows me to fully come forth with the truth of what these practices do to people. I present the truth as I know it to be, as a first-hand witness. That's the whole reason for this blog, to expose the lies that hide in darkness.