It is cold today. I’m watching squirrels in the bare oak trees and humming birds. Yes, cute little red headed hummers. The darling cute little calico cat knocked over one of the humming bird feeders and it shattered after a 15 foot drop to the deck below. Sigh.
Excuse me, you came here for Vampires and paranormal romance and maybe Werewolves. Thank you for coming back to this blog time and time again. I appreciate it more than you can imagine.
This year, soon to be my fourth year of writing my odd little blog, will bring both old and new features.
The kids are getting older. I started out writing about Middle School Vampire issues and now my little fangsters are almost adults. They might be taller than me but I’m still the mom. Now things are easier but still a bit scary. It is also an exciting time.
So 2015 is here.
My friend Vlad has allowed me to start publishing his diary (his Vampire Diary). He is turning to the written page to help him understand the modern world he has chosen to become a part of again. Like I tell all of the Vampires (and other adults): Keep up with what is going on in the world. The good old days were fine and well, but this is 2015. Those who are old in years yet young at heart are those who look forward with understanding, not those who look back.
Then there is the business with Austin the History Professor, restoration expert and Vampire Hunter. He sometimes calls on my brother Aaron and sometime now, he calls on me to help him out (like I need more to do.) The problems with Austin is that he is getting a tad too comfortable around us (Vampires.)
For the past year I’ve wanted to discuss the issue of cults and psychics. Not all cults are religious, and some, a few, are quite fascinating. I’ve always be curious about why people join cults and how they get sucked into a cult. It is usually with a promise of a better life that never pans out. Cults steal souls as well as money. Scary and fascinating shit. I also have a word or two for psychics, most of whom I know (not believe but know) are con artists or delusional crazy ass nut jobs. It angers me to no end that someone would take grief and hope to use against others to make money. Parlour games are one thing but deception is something that is cruel and downright evil.
I’ve seen both cult like cultures and false psychics up close and personal. It always leaves me feeling sad and angry. A close friend of mine has made it his mission to seek out and stop such people. He believes in spiritual and somewhat paranormal things (I say things not having a better word tonight.) That said, he knows the difference between what is real, a possibility and a lie or con job.
That is a subject that takes a lot of time and emotional energy to write about. I once asked my father about people who are followers. He said they find it easier not to think for themselves. I was a kid at the time so it was a simple answer. Yet it stays with me. ALWAYS think for yourself. Always question. Always be skeptical. Even Vampires like me are always skeptical.
Honestly I hate those people – those who gather followers and glorify themselves to try to achieve a God-like status. It could be the president of a well respected corporation or a preacher with a box full of snakes. Insanity and greed know no social confines.
Be like a Vampire – by skeptical and question everything.
So, where was I? Oh right, my brother Andrew stopped by this weekend. I thought he’d be having a huge party in his huge San Francisco home but he said he wanted to be with his niece and nephew. Awwww. He is so sweet.
Andrew is the second eldest of my four elder Vampire brothers. He has the voice of an angel and the soul of something much darker and crazier.
He asked me if I wanted to go wine tasting in the hills this weekend. I thought about it for a bit. When Andy goes wine tasting someone always ends up hurt, missing or worse. We’ll all be Vampires so it couldn’t be that bad. I mean, what could go wrong? Anyway, I got a book out of some of his past experiences (Morning at the Vineyard.) Maybe I can get a best seller out of his future adventures. One never knows about these things.
Andy and I were sitting at my dining room table with the cat (who was sitting on the table) sharing a bottle of wine (the cat was not drinking anything.)
He smiled and flashed his bright stormy sea colored eyes at me and said, “You’re still writing all that crap about us aren’t you.”
And I said, “Of course I am.”
So cheers and I’ll keep writing this crap as long as I can, and then some.
Again, Happy New Year everyone. I’m happy and honored to have you here.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman