DATE: 09/03/2007 14:44:59 / MOOD: philosophical
This was one of the stories I loved as a child. The message behind it is what I have atempted to direct how I do things in a metaphysical Idea. This will let you in my head a bit. While it shocks some I always thought of the divine as something that understands and most miss the point.
The Happy Prince
by Oscar Wilde
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weather???," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
"He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."
"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also."
"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
"You have been trifling with me," he cried. "I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!" and he flew away.
All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. "Where shall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has made preparations."
Then he saw the statue on the tall column.
"I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
"I have a golden bedroom," he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. "What a curious thing!" he cried; "there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."
Then another drop fell.
"What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?" he said; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined to fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw--Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
"Who are you?" he said.
"I am the Happy Prince."
"Why are you weeping then?" asked the Swallow; "you have quite drenched me."
"When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans- Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep."
"What! is he not solid gold?" said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.
"Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move."
"I am waited for in Egypt," said the Swallow. "My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus- flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad."
"I don't think I like boys," answered the Swallow. "Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect."
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. "It is very cold here," he said; "but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger."
"Thank you, little Swallow," said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. "How wonderful the stars are," he said to her, "and how wonderful is the power of love!"
"I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball," she answered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy."
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. "How cool I feel," said the boy, "I must be getting better"; and he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. "It is curious," he remarked, "but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold."
"That is because you have done a good action," said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. "What a remarkable phenomenon," said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. "A swallow in winter!" And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.
"To-night I go to Egypt," said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, "What a distinguished stranger!" so he enjoyed himself very much.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. "Have you any commissions for Egypt?" he cried; "I am just starting."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"
"I am waited for in Egypt," answered the Swallow. "To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint."
"I will wait with you one night longer," said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. "Shall I take him another ruby?"
"Alas! I have no ruby now," said the Prince; "my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play."
"Dear Prince," said the Swallow, "I cannot do that"; and he began to weep.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.
"I am beginning to be appreciated," he cried; "this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play," and he looked quite happy.
The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. "Heave a-hoy!" they shouted as each chest came up. "I am going to Egypt"! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.
"I am come to bid you good-bye," he cried.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"
"It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea."
"In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her."
"I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."
So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. "What a lovely bit of glass," cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.
Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. "You are blind now," he said, "so I will stay with you always."
"No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince, "you must go away to Egypt."
"I will stay with you always," said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
"Dear little Swallow," said the Prince, "you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there."
So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. "How hungry we are!" they said. "You must not lie here," shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.
Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.
"I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy."
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have bread now!" they cried.
Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more. "Good-bye, dear Prince!" he murmured, "will you let me kiss your hand?"
"I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow," said the Prince, "you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you."
"It is not to Egypt that I am going," said the Swallow. "I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.
Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: "Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!" he said.
"How shabby indeed!" cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.
"The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer," said the Mayor in fact, "he is litttle beter than a beggar!"
"Little better than a beggar," said the Town Councillors.
"And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!" continued the Mayor. "We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here." And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University.
Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. "We must have another statue, of course," he said, "and it shall be a statue of myself."
"Of myself," said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.
"What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.
"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me."
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DATE: 08/28/2007 20:37:57 / MOOD: philosophical
Vampires A Coyote Pendragon report 2007c
What are vampires really? It has been recorded in ancient lore as a parasite that inhabits a corpse reanimated by dark spirits that have to encarnalize blood in the need of life force to live.
I will go into them as I have encountered them in lore and what I have found else wise.
In recent years I have had a encounter with one that had left quite a wound upon my soul. I do not feel it was Psionic nor Sang. I researched deeply and found a surface that has walls.
I cannot prove my statement beyond the witnesses that I had. I did the eye of what one would call darkness that called into the depth of my nature that I learned under the flesh that I have. I found something in that we all desire but should not join into for a promise means nothing. I did not see the beauty of fiction but the wounds of yesterday and a step to far that has no return from that abyss. I will never look at the world the same way. I grow weary of knowing that things that we cannot phantom wait for us. I have seen that horizon and worse things then death wait for us in fates that we cannot comprehend even in the worst of nightmares. I will partake of another time of the story. Instead I shall you what I have learned about them.
They span many cultures.
They are called Strigoi in some parts of the Slavic world it is Roman term for screech owl which also came to mean demon or magick practitioner. Not always a witch.
Many record them as a cross between demon and with that have returned from the grave. Many types of strigoi: strigoi vii are live magick practitioners who will become vampires after death. They can send out their soul at night to meet with others or with Strigoi mort who are dead vampires. The strigoi mort are the reanimated bodies which return to suck the blood of living creatures.
Around the world they have many names.
Africa Asabonsam, Obayifo
Albania: Shtriga
Arabia: Afrit
Australia: Yara-ma-yha-who
Bosnia: Lampir
Bulgaria: iaObur
China: Chiang-shih, Giang shi, Xiang shi
Czech Republic: Upir
France: Lamiai, Melusine
Germany: Blütsauger, Nachtzehrer
Greece: Barbarlakos, Borborlakos, Bourdoulakas, Brykilakas, Drakaena, Drakos, Empusa, Ghello, Lamia, Vrykolakas, Vrykolakes
Gypsy: Mullo
Hindu: Vetala
Hungary: Lidérc
India: Bhuta, Kali
Indonesia: Tanggal
Italy: Vampiri
Japan: Kappa, Tengu
Malaysia: Hantu or Hantu penanggalan, Languyar, Potianak
Mexico: Tlahuelpuchi Myanmar Tasei, Thaye
Peru: Canchus, Pumapmicuc
Philippines: Aswang or Aswang manananggal
Poland: Upiory
Romania: Strigoi
Russia: Eretik, Upir, Upyr, Uppyr
Sanskrit: Baital, Katakhanoso
Slavic Nosferatu, Vukodlak
Thailand: Krasyy
All over the world they have many names but we are mostly we will discuss the ones of eastren europe and
modern vampires in this myth. Many other books have been written on the subject this is just to give you a idea on vampires. There are many who claim to be this is to give you some background on there myths and what they are. At most when you go to pagan outing your chances are higher now in meeting on. Remember myth is just myth but the history should be remembered.
1. Slavic myth
The vampires of Eastern Europe may have broke off from Ideas of Further Eastern couturiers such as China and India seem to have the oldest idea on there Ideas of Demons type monsters that ate energy that took over a corpse or the head of a corpse after death.
Some of the same traits held true for Witches in myth.
You can be a vampire by birth made according to myth.
In Slavic myth you could be born a Vampire by being born on certain days,
1. Being born on the new moon at night
2. The first day of the year at midnight
3. Holy holidays or being conceived on one,
4. being born with a birth veil,
5. Being born tail, horns, extra nipple, or teeth
6. Odd birth marks in the shape of animals or pagan symbols
7. Born the seventh son of a seventh son and having a occult background
8. Mother did not eat enough salt during pregnancy "Salt is life"
9. Mother Locked eyes with a Vampire whilst pregnant and had a energy exchange
10. The mother had relations with a vampire and is the father.
In Slavic life one could be made a vampire after death by the following.
1. By being weaned to early.
2. Cruelty of the mother.
3. Not being Baptized or being Baptized on holy ground
4. Disrespecting the dead.
5. Received a curse for disrespecting a magick art
6. a curse for Working darker magick, necromancy, blood magick, witchcraft, or sorcery
7. Drinking the energy or blood of someone who works magick
8. A deal with death made on the death bed and got better
9. Committing Suicide and failed or did
10. Eating sheep killed by a wolf or any animal
11. Leading an immoral life, to any large crimes that involve BDSM or bloodshed
12. Speaking a mass while in a state of mortal sin
Slavic vampire myth after death
1. Dieing while having sex
2. Having any animal rest on you grave
3. Not having a horse jump over your grave
4. Death by murder or unfinished business that is dreadful
5. Having a loved one in the family sleepwalk or talk in there sleep
6. Spiting or defecating on the grave
7. Having sex on the grave
8. Passing a candle or flame over the grave or corpse
9. Having a shadow pass over the corpse or burial at night
10. Death by vampire the victim has to get there life force back to pass on but instead
11. becomes like the murderer.
12. Having strange winds blow upon the corpse
13. Not being given funeral services or improper services
That a vampire was at work in the Slavic world
1. Strange sickness in the village that befalls the women and children first
2. Death of farm animals or finding animals in the woods dead in strange manners
3. People dieing oddly and the bodies swelled up 3 times the size or shrunken OR disfigured in strange ways.
4. Victims talking mad and being more sick but no fever or history of mental illness.
5. Children talking to someone or something that does not exist
6. Bird calls at night that sound like words
7. More attacks by wolves or other animals then normal
How to know one was a vampire in Slavic myth
1. The corpse was dug up and hair and nails where still growing the corpse was not in a state of discompose.
2. The face had a healthy color on the corpse.
3. They refuse to cross bridges or go into sacred areas or place of suspected death
4. They would not eat salt
5. Seen more at night then the day
6. Would speak against other people who would do good deeds and curse often
7. Enchant or bring other people to there will
8. Vampires, along with witches, were believed to be most active on the Eve of St George's Day (April 22 Julian, May 4 Gregorian calendar), the night when all forms of evil were supposed to be abroad. St Georges Day is still celebrated in Europe.
9. Someone who would not eat garlic. While garlic would not hurt them they did not like the taste or smell of it. Sometimes it would be given out to eat. Those that would not eat it where thought vampires. Anything that smelled stronger then the grave would repel a vampire.
Blood drinking
It is said of the blood drinking type in interview by those who have said that they where of this type is they must ingest blood.
I have been told that it is a needed to obtain the energy from the blood. Some tell me weekly others say monthly.
I take not that with women they say more monthly and I wonder if there are connection with the blood lost of a woman's Period. In ancient society's When women where to have a period they where made to go to the menstrual hut or outside the town being it was said that women had supernatural powers at that time.
Most proclaimed vampires I have spoken to say it is a biological construct, to survive not of psychological value.
It has been known to happen in in evolution and may not be as odd as we think. One of Darwin's finches has a sub-population with an unusual habit. Instead of eating insects, it attacks other birds and drinks their blood as recorded in Bowman, R. I., and Billeb, S. L., Blood-Eating in a Galapagos Finch, The Living Bird, 4:29-44, 1965.
From a biology Idea it goes against human nature but not impossible there are species that have to have blood in there diet in order to live like the vampire bat.
About the vampire bat
Species: rotundus
ORDER: Chiroptera--Bats
SUBORDER: Microchiroptera--True Bats
SUPERFAMILY: Phyllostomoide
FAMILY: Phyllostomidae--New World leaf nosed bats
GENUS: Desmodontinae
Desmodus, Diaemus, Diphylla
Facts
1. Only 3 species out of the almost 1000 bat species, are vampire bats.
2. The three species of true vampire bats all reside in Mexico, Central America, and South America.
3. no larger than a small rodent, with an average weight of around one-ounce (28.35 grams), and an average body length of 2.75" with an 8" wingspan (19.44 centimeters).
4. Main food livestock and birds. Can kill livestock by many feeding on the same animal.
5. Before the people moved in they feed on animals that where in there habitat but after people there numbers grew being they had more to feed on thanks to the livestock.
6. They prefer to spend there whole life in darkness only moving at night and living in dark caves.
7. They hunt in small groups of 2 - 6, flying just above the ground.
8. They are most active around midnight.
9. They locate and recognize their hosts by smell, appearance, echolocation, radiated body heat, and breathing sounds.
10. They will walk upright to there prey and pounce up in the air on top of it being one of the few bats to ground hunt.
11. They will remember there prey feeding off the same animal night after night.
12. They rarely wake prey and the prey will not know even if the wound has been known to bleed up to 8 hours.
13. The same enzymes in vampire bat saliva that keep a victim's blood flowing may soon be used to fight heart disease in humans. The anticoagulants will effectively dissolve human blood clots, the major cause of heart attacks. anti-coagulant and gave it a name: Draculin
14. Takes about two hours for them to find the prey and about 30 Min's. to feed.
15. They ingest between 5 and 8 teaspoons of blood per night.
16. If have failed to obtain a meal, they will regurgitate part of their meal to help another.
17. The vampire bat has evolved to produce unique substances that allow it to digest blood, its major food source.
As we look at the vampire bat we can see it is far removed from a human vampire but on a idea not that different. If humans developed into a sub group such as Finch mentioned then it is possible. This would not give them supernatural powers nor longer life then other humans but instead be a brake off of evolution. It was thought the bats developed with something went missing from there habitat. As the population in the human world grows each day more and more species goes missing from the natural world and this could be a side effect of breeding of several generations or maybe a side effect of accidental inbreeding.
In normal humans blood cannot be digested through the human stomach and broken down into energy the body uses to maintain itself of protein being blood is a by product of eating. This is a medical fact.
Like the bats we read about some humans may be able to drink blood can break it down into food by developing substances like the bats. We would not fully know what to look for being it would be rare.
They would not be related to Porphyria.
Porphyria is a disease and what I am talking about is a adaptation. Many today who claim to be vampires today claim this out of fad. I wish they stop and learn what it is. Some seem to have romantic ideas about it.
According to the American Porphyria foundation
"Porphyria is not a single disease but a group of at least eight disorders that differ considerably from each other. A common feature in all porphyrias is the accumulation in the body of "porphyrins" or "porphyrin precursors." Although these are normal body chemicals, they normally do not accumulate. Precisely which of these chemicals builds up depends upon the type of porphyria.
The clinical manifestations of the different types of porphyria are not the same. Forms of treatment also depend on the type of porphyria. Therefore, it is difficult to make general statements that apply to all these disorders.
The symptoms arise mostly from effects on the nervous system or the skin. Effects on the nervous system occur in the acute porphyrias. Proper diagnosis is often delayed because the symptoms are nonspecific. Skin manifestations can include burning, blistering, and scarring of sun-exposed areas.
The terms "porphyrin" and "porphyria" are derived from the Greek word "porphyrus" meaning purple. Urine from some porphyria patients may be reddish in color due to the presence of excess porphyrins and related substances in the urine, and the urine may darken after exposure to light."
"Abnormal eating attitudes and behaviors that may contribute to attacks of porphyria."
The above is where we get the idea they drink blood.
Mostly this disease is confused with "Anemia."
Anemia
Anemia is a lower than normal number of red blood cells (erythrocytes) in the blood, usually measured by a decrease in the amount of hemoglobin. Hemoglobin is the red pigment in red blood cells that transports oxygen.
Can lead to non food cravings such as dirt, ice, hair, and even blood.
3rd disease we don't know of?
I will call it "Penadum"
It is thought And think “if such a thing” that Blood drinking vampires might carry a undocumented disease. This would show up in puberty being it would be connected to estrogen or testosterone would be needed. Perhaps this is why it could be transferred though the blood.
It only harms the host if the host does not feed. In exchange the Vampire would get Adrenaline which would speak of strength and behavior in a controlled way. When one takes PCP they have no control but like any poison if taken in small doses the body can adapt. At most none of this is proving and is theory but explains supernatural ability. Of course feeding would have to be limited to human blood in drinking being animal blood would not be adaptive to be redistributed though the system. The diet oddly would not be in favor steak nor liver or non human iron rich foods. This disease would not show up for generations at a time and would stay dormant into they system until two blood types would set it off in chain reaction. In theory the patient would have mood disorders, be more likely to colds and flu's and blood disorders depending. Would be 3 times more likely to get a blood disorder because of feeding. Could produce healthy normal children. Could be one in every 3 to 4 generations to produce disorder. May not be a disorder it could be a natural cycle as well.
Feeding methods depend.
Those that are adaptive tell me they do drink animal blood after sterilizing it as part of there natural diet.
Others tell me they can't digest it at all but do fine with human blood which leads me to believe it is somehow redistributed into there blood stream as impossible as it sounds. I would say there are many types of vampires that drink blood that work differently by side by side evolution.
Mostly I will stay on the subject of Vampires feeding on humans being the other is self explanatory.
Vampires need to know who they are feeding from. Some vampires tell you they don't care if someone else has a blood disease and I find this to be ignorant. Most disease can even be spread to vampires Aids would be example being it knows no species anyone who tells you else wise just has not encountered it yet. Aids can take up to 7 years to show up and there is a new strain that moves even faster now.
Psionic or Psychic Vampire
This type I would not classify as the same type as one that partakes of blood.
Many use the energy and feed from humans in a crowd or upon a emotion yet some may not be vampires.
I have came across those that feed upon energy left behind or the energy of places or even music or ritual. Some have no desire to feed on people at all. The emotional energy could be disgusting to some the people may put out that leads to others feeding upon other things. It is said by some that are created when a person is feed upon and they try and replace there energy.
I feel they can be quite different and I will go into depth another day.
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