Vampires and Werewolves

In The Beginning

It as at the dawn of time, in those first few days as God shaped the Universe, breathing His life into the Sun so as to shine on the planets, quickening them to the point of bearing life. To the point where Man himself can carry that flame of the Godseed in his breast, to further the churn of Life into His Universe.

It is called the Garden of Eden, or the Lemurian Epoch, a time of great experiment in form and shape. The time of myth, of sylphs and dragons, of many headed beasts, of the great form of consciousness finding its way into material shape. The earth itself finding form, trapping the great gnawing things in its ever solid self, trapping them from the light of the Sun, from the light of the Christ.

On the surface, under the gaze of the Father, of the Sun, the playful consciousness of the Earth finds its form in Man and from Man the forms of man and woman. The first individuation. The seeds cast upon the Earth for Consciousness to bloom, for Life to recognize itself as Life.

It is in this age, and in this moment, that the Black Sun appears, Rending a crack in the Earth, opening a Portal at the edge between the Light spaces of Man and the Dark spaces where gnawing things do dwell. And in the dark heart of the woman, in that place where kindness becomes vice, the beings on the far side of the Black Sun are invited in, to make a home of the Earth.

The beings from beyond the Black Sun, the Martians, fleeing death, fleeing the ruin they have made, fleeing the Natural cycle, fleeing God, finding a refuge in the Earth, but not on the Earth. Forever cast into the dark spaces, fingertips reaching out for succor but unable to grasp the hand of Man, unable to be pulled back into the Light. For they are beings of another realm, and in their travel through the Black Sun they have lost the Light of God.

And the Ages roll on, and in each Age, the Earth and It’s Peoples find more form. The Sun and It’s Glory fades and focuses, a steady beam directed towards Man and Man alone. In the dark spaces left by the gnawing things, in the earthly caverns, the Martians dwell. The Light of the Sun is a bane to them, only in the dark may they thrive. They survive through the Mind, through Technology, through the shaping and twisting of Nature.

There is nothing they desire more than to stand back on the surface, to rejoin the stream of Life given by Him. But they have rejected Him wholly and will forever be out of his Light. They have rejected their redemption and can only be redeemed through the acceptance of Fate. An acceptance beyond their ken.

In it’s stead, instead of acceptance, they pursue coercion and corruption. They court the powers of the Dark Beings, Ahriman and Lucifer. In the dark hours of night they project their knowledge, their technology into the Mind Spirit of Man, luring him into their depths. They mix their flesh with that of Man. They corrupt and change it, but they cannot turn themselves into Man, they can only bring Man down into their own darkness.

The Martian has become a creature of the Dark. Feeding off the lifeblood of Man, corrupting Him with Forbidden knowledge and Technology. The constant lure at the edge of Consciousness, pulling the weak from the Sun stream of Christ and into the Black Sun of Ahriman and Lucifer.

If we cast our minds back, past the Age of Atlantis, back into Lemuria, before the corruption of the Black Sun, we find Man in his Perfect State. We find the guiding hand of God, of the Angelic beings. We find the Natural Order, the Sun bringing Consciousness to the Planet, the Planet being the Home of Man, and Man being the vessel for the Christ, the Children of the Sun.

It is slowly at first and then with great rapidity that Man discovers the taint on his Earth. The creatures from beyond the Black Sun, The Martian. A corrupting influence, picking at the edges of the herd, weakening Man. Wearing a form, uncanny in it’s similarity, yet always foreign and strange. A danger, in the strangeness of the Stranger. The Stranger to Christ, to the Sun, to the Earth.

Man begins his struggle against these Eaters of the Flesh, Blackeners of the Soul. Delving into the Dark spaces, casting them into the Light, where Sun sears skin, and wooden stake rends flesh. The true weapons on the material plane, provided by the Earth and It’s Creator. The symbols of what they cannot be, undoing what should not exist.

Under the light of the full moon, in the Dark Night of the Martian, Man and his companions go on the hunt. The baying of hounds leading to the warrens of the Beast. The night hunt of the Night Hunters. The moon, reflecting the rays of the Sun, a shield and beacon for Man.

The hunt though becomes a tool for the Hunted. The wet stone for their blade. Ever greater are their misdeeds, their allegiance to Lucifer and Ahriman. Their twisting of knowledge and technology to hide themselves amongst Man, to find a Half-Life on the Earth. To build their false home, far from their true realm, far from their true selves.

This is the seed of an Ancient Struggle, a battle that rages on to this very moment. A battle that will rage on forever, unless the Martian can do the one thing they are incapable of doing. To accept their Fate.